#that's what she used and i'm not taking that from her

[cybergoth1]

can you do some Jason Todd as a husband headcannon pls !! i just know that when he’s healed , he’s hauling his partner and getting TF out of Gotham , and popping out babies (GIRLDAD) and a nice job in a low-key town and maybe becomes a househusband 😋🤭(for real i’m 100% sure he would) but at the same time he is The Jason Todd . Hot , mysterious , emotional but also not , a big fat nerd in a brick body .

you know your daddy's home.

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader.

warnings/tags: fluffy, pre established relationship. my silly drabble about raising a daughter with jason todd. girl dad jason todd. husband jason todd.

author's note: hey babe i turned it into a drabble! hope you don't mind it!

"look, mommy! i'm batman!”

you suppressed a chuckle as you watched your five-year-old daughter standing tall on the couch, wearing a paper mask poorly shaped like batman’s cowl. the little girl came home from school, talking non-stop about the vigilant and refusing to take off her paper mask, even during lunch time, excitedly repeating what her teacher had said about nowday heroes.

"gotham needs me!"

she was trying to make her voice deeper as she jumped onto the floor. the cats, startled by the noise on the wooden floor, bolted away in a stampede.

"you're too pretty to be batman, baby girl".

your husband jason said as he stepped out of the bathroom. the scent of soap and shaving lotion lingered in the air as he walked down the hallway in just his sweatpants. his scars seemed more visible, glistening under the light as drops of water trailed down his bare back and chest.

“but how do you know what he looks like? he's always wearing a mask!” her childish voice rang out indignantly.

he picked her up effortlessly with one hand, while the other gently tugged the paper mask aside to look into her bright blue eyes — blue like his had been before the lazarus pit. her nose, mouth and ears were just like yours, a glimpse of you both in her youthful face.

"he sounds ugly, like a very old sad man. unlike you, princess".

"i'm not a princess, i'm vengeance!"

you laughed behind the stove.

"well, vengeance," he said, walking toward the apartment’s kitchen with her tiny legs wrapped around his hips "you can save gotham after eating your vegetables," he added with a smirk, putting her on the high chair.

she looked at him with wide eyes, as if he’d just handed her a death sentence.

"broccoli?"

"broccoli".

you placed the plate of food in front of her, the broccoli standing out between the rice and meat like a tiny, green nightmare. she looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently appealing to your good side.

you stroked her hair gently.

"if you don’t eat, i'll have to tell batman that his sidekick isn’t eating properly. you can't patrol without eating broccoli," he said, pulling out the chair to sit beside her. that was more than enough. with a disgusted expression, she began to eat, occasionally poking at the broccoli.

"hi, jay," you said, placing your hands on his broad shoulders and giving him a light massage. he softly kissed your left hand before looking up at you.

"how’s my other girl doing?" he asked with a smile, his lips still lingering against your hand. your daughter was so focused on hating the broccoli that she didn’t even notice the display of affection. normally, she would’ve made a gagging noise, followed by a dramatic, “bleh!”.

"she's missing you a lot" you said kissing the top of his head. a familiar scent makes you pause for a moment.

"you're using my shampoo again, aren't you?"

"maybe?"

©cybergoth1, 2025

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"I bet on losing dogs"

ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!

This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language.

You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.

You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.

Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."

It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.

Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.

Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.

But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.

Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.

You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.

Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.

okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!

[peachsayshi]

PEACH YOUR BABY DADDY!SUKUNA.....

He distanced himself bc he's not a good guy, he's got a shit job, can barely pay child support but he does what he can. And he always looks after your daughter when you're busy, takes every moment to be with her that he can, even tho he knows that you're the more capable parent. You were always too good for him, and he was your bad boy fling, your mistake.

"I think you love momma more." His daughter told him, bless her unfiltered thoughts. She was probably right. Somehow, after all this time, he still found you completely stunning. He felt guilty for the way he treated you, seeing you persevere and thrive as you've gotten older. If anything, you got more beautiful with each passing day, and he couldn't be happier that his child was being raised by you, even if that meant he had to be out of the picture.

"maybe I do." He chuckled, a tinge of regret to his words. He remembered the ways he hurt you, the look on your face when he made you cry. His selfishness. It was always his selfishness that got in the way. "But I'm not good at it."

// brutally soft // III. 

baby daddy!sukuna x reader 

tags: non curse au; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different; mentions drug use and drinking; mentions cheating; sukuna being soft; unrequited love; angsty | | read this for more context & this & this

note: (I am so sorry this took me so long to respond to) but!! you don't get to leave something like this and not expect me to sweetly return the favor by meddling with your feelings the way you did mine. because holy shit, nyx, just hearing sukuna say "I'm not good at it" in a hushed, sad voice made me want to take my own ribs out.

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

"mama! guess what!" your daughter says. "I have a secret!"

you smile to yourself because she always has a secret to share these days. little, innocent things that capture her attention which seem worthy of keeping confidential.

"you know," you say as you help her into her dress. "you're not supposed to tell secrets when you have them..."

"but I tell you everything, mama!"

you lift her up in your arms, the weight of her body getting heavier by the day and reminding you of how fast she's growing.

sukuna is taking her to visit her uncle yuji, and she has been over the moon about it. you place her on the seat of her vanity, and proceed to fix her hair since sukuna will be arriving in twenty minutes, and you want to make sure that she's all set once her dad gets here. you giggle at her response, "okay, okay, what's the secret?"

she looks at you from the mirror's reflection and covers her mouth as she chuckles.

"hey, what's with the sly face?" you prod, holding a chunk of her hair gently between your palm.

"do you know ms. kiko?" she asks, referring to her pre-school teacher.

"mhmm, what about her?"

she giggles again. "well, she told told mrs. chiyo that she thinks daddy is cute!!"

your heart thumps. oddly.

you're not immune to the way that the women look at the father of your child. it's the same alluring, seductive energy that drew you to sukuna in the first place.

but it's been years since you've both been intimate together in any capacity, you're sure that he's probably got someone on call if and when necessary. considering he has more spare time than you do without a child running around, you're pretty sure that sukuna is satisfied with whatever situationship he's in. you've learned to swallow the discomfort of the idea of sukuna with other women. just like how you had to bury the hurt of the very one who tore your relationship apart.

you hum at her observation, your fingers idly braiding her hair.

it's not like you were single anymore either. you've been casually dating a lawyer on and off. it wasn't serious per se, but it wasn't a fleeting relationship where it made you feel like you were entirely free of the attachment.

he's even met sukuna at this point.

granted those dates are few and far between, but you were a single mother who worked full time.

trying to commit to a relationship is hard.

even though, you would love to share all this with...someone.

"anyway, I had to warn daddy to be careful..." your daughter interjects.

"warn him?" you repeat with a smile, her choice of words adorable.

"yeah! so, I told daddy that ms. kiko was in love with him, and asked him if I should tell her to stop..."

"stop?"

"being in love with him!" she responds with a grimace.

that makes you laugh. "and why would you do that, hmm?" you question gently for fun.

"because I know that daddy loves you more, mama!"

your heart thumps again, harder this time. so hard you feel it nearly knock the wind out of you. you clear your throat to ease the apprehension while your daughter kicks her legs with anticipation.

"and how would you know that?" "because," she insists, "daddy told me that he loves you more than anyone else in this world"

her words spill out of her, a glass of water that's been carelessly knocked over. you scrunch your brows as each word registers into your brain, soaking over your to do lists and mental checks.

"what?" you whisper as you stare at this little girl who has already carried on the conversation.

"after me, obviously," she presses - because no one can take her place when it comes to the love that you and sukuna both give her.

"wait-wait..." you say a little breathless, your hands suddenly trembling as you do your best to finish the job you started. "what did your daddy tell you? I didn't quite-"

"he said he loves you more than anyone else in the world..." she repeats, her focus on the rogue hair brush that sits at her small vanity. "so, yeah, that's why I asked daddy if I should tell ms. kiko to stop saying he's cute..."

"your...your daddy is just being silly..." you murmur, trying to underplay the statement. you slip the hairband around her second braid to secure the style in place.

impossible, you think. that's impossible.

so much time has passed between you both.

you buried that part of your past long ago.

left it and refused to look back-

"nu-uh. he said that I don't have to say anything to ms. kiko. that it's okay because he loves momma more, anyway. but daddy also told me once that he's not that good at it," she adds on, her fingers picking at the bristles of her bright purple brush, "whatever that means..."

"when did you and your daddy have this conversation..."

the realization hits her then, and she stares up at you before covering her mouth. "oops," she states, glancing from side to side, "I pinky promised daddy I wouldn't tell you that..."

before you can fish out anything else from her, she hops off her seat, her feet pattering away as she moves across the room towards her pile of plushies.

"who should I take with me?" she says loudly, brushing aside the fact that she said far more than she should. she stands with her hip jutted out and her finger pressed against her lips, her back facing you.

you have to lean against her closet to steady yourself. you do your best to rationalize sukuna's words, trying to decipher the pieces in this game of whispers.

your mind flashes to the horrid break up five and a half years ago. a memory that exists hazily in the back of your mind, to the moment of you standing in sukuna's dingy old apartment holding a lacy white bra between your fingers.

it was not yours.

"what is this?" you gasped, your breath straining as your chest rose and fell with unease. "what the fuck is this..."

it's the only time you've ever seen sukuna panicked.

your memory only captures his words in blurs.

of him drinking too much.

way too much.

of him not waking up alone but swearing that he thought he was was you.

of him not recollecting his own thoughts because he blacked out that night.

of him being just as shocked when he realized the warm body next to him was not his girlfriend.

he begged you to forgive him.

"Baby, I swear. I fucking swear I will clean up my act. I-I'll never fucking drink again. Fuck, I went too far last night. One of the guys was passing around these pills I shouldn't have fucked around with them..."

you couldn't.

you couldn't accept any of it.

you already tolerated so much with him.

the drinking, the recreational drug use, his inability to keep a job, and him nearly ending up in jail for causing fights.

but you saw so much more in that man - and yet, he proved you wrong.

this betrayal spoke volumes.

this betrayal proved to you that you were expendable to him too.

that you just weren't that important.

that shadow of that man doesn't exist anymore. not with this new version of sukuna in your life.

he almost makes you forget the past. this man; your daughter's sunlight. her knight in shining armor. the source of her joy.

he may not have been good at loving you, but that little girl has him in the palm of her hand.

and he loves her with all his might, it feels like his absolution.

"mama?" your daughter calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

she's standing right in front of you now, holding a rabbit plushie in one hand and a penguin in the other.

"can I take both?" she asks innocently, her wide eyes glittering brightly as she remains oblivious to your own personal drowning.

"n-no," you stammer out, and affectionately poke the small dimple in her cheek. "just one, my love. we all know your uncle yuji will have more for you when you see him..."

her eyes widen, "that's right!" she exclaims, "he always finds the best and softest ones!"

the bell rings, and you abruptly stand on your feet.

your throat tight, your stomach fluttering.

"daddy's here!" your daughter cheers, and instantly runs out of the room.

you pick up her weekend bag and sling it over your shoulder. you pause and exhale softly, telling yourself to relax before following in her footsteps.

sukuna's deep voice greets you first.

"look at these braids on you..."

you find them both at the foyer, your daughter already scooped up in her father's big, muscular arms. his hand is tugging at one of her braids and she's smiling wildly in his direction.

he's wearing an oversized leather jacket, the fit only bulking up his stature. your daughter is gripping his black tee between her hands, and she yanks it gently before asking: "can we go now?"

sukuna smiles and your spine shivers.

age has done wonders for him too.

"easy, princess, let me say hi to your mom first..."

your fingers grip onto the strap of her weekender bag nervously. you don't know why you suddenly feel very aware of how you look.

of the fact that you're completely barefaced and running on five hours of sleep. that your choice in clothes is a pair of unflattering sweats and hoodie which has some coffee stains on it. you desperately need to wash your hair, and are due for a manicure appointment.

sukuna turns to face you, "hey you, I didn't notice you standing there..."

you clear your throat again, "hi! sorry...I uh-I didn't want to interrupt..."

sukuna adjusts the hold on your daughter, allowing you to approach him as he couldn't take off his boots.

"she all ready for me?" he asks.

"mhmm" you answer quietly, at a complete loss for words because all you can hear is "daddy said he loves you more than anyone else in the world."

you hand off the bag to him, which he takes with ease.

"it's not too late to join us," he offers, but you give him a small smile and shrug of your shoulders.

"trapped with work unfortunately,"

sukuna glances in your daughters direction, "I tried..."

she pouts your way. "you sure, mama?"

"yeah, my love, I am sure."

you slide into sukuna's frame, doing your best to carefully not touch any part of his broad canvas. you stand up on your tip toes and place multiple kisses on your daughter's cheek.

"I love you and I am going to miss you like crazy these next two days," you state sweetly, feeling her wrap her arms around your neck to give you a hug and a kiss in return. "promise me you'll be on your best behavior..."

"I promise!!" she answers.

you find the courage to meet sukuna's soft eyes, the ease on his face doing nothing to help your shattering state.

"I guess you're both set then," you say with a sigh.

he furrows his brow at your tone, and leans forward to make direct eye contact toward you. your lips part slightly at the close proximity of his face with yours, and he tilts his head like a curious cat before asking: "you okay?"

your heat burns so naturally. your heart ready to climb it's way up your throat. you blink back in surprise at his question, and stutter out a "I-I'm fine..."

"you sure?" he presses as he casually stands upright again, like he didn't just pop the bubble of your personal space. "you seem a little off..."

"I am okay," you reassure with a firm nod, before dropping your gaze down at your feet as you shift your balance. "I-I just have a lot on my mind today is all..."

there is a gentle tap just underneath your chin, your attention lifts up to look back at sukuna. his expression is stoic, but you can see the concern in his tense jaw. he taps the space just beneath your bottom lip, your insides turning at the gesture he used to do to you countless times before.

"anything I need to be worried about?" he asks calmly, his choice of words a veil over his obvious unsettlement.

you feel like you really can't breathe then.

your mind spins to when you carelessly kissed him. to when he returned the gesture at your daughter's play.

what seemed so innocent now feels like a serious overstep.

your hand circles around his wrist and you pull him away from you. "I'm fine, Ryomen," you acknowledge politely, trying to keep your words detached but kind.

after you see them both off and shut the front door, you find yourself pressed against the wooden frame. your back weakly glides down the surface until you're sitting on the floor. you bring your knees close to your chest, shaking at the prospect not because you don't want it to be true, but because you are terrified of allowing yourself to even open your heart to sukuna again.

he broke you. he hurt you. and yet, he somehow was the only thing that healed those wounds.

he is the reason why you were able to bring your daughter into this world. he treated her with immense love and supported you in every capacity to build this imperfect little family with you.

ryomen sukuna - your dark angel. the source of your deepest pain, and the reason for your happiest joy.

the wall that you've kept between you and sukuna exists as a safety barrier. you can peek over whenever necessary, but it doesn't mean you ever have to cross that boundary.

and yet, you've caught yourself with the consideration of sitting on the ledge, or maybe even stepping onto the other side.

all it takes for you is to then see the cracks and damages of the past as a reminder of what keeps stopping you.

"get a grip of yourself" you mutter out loud.

you let go of that love. you remind yourself, and you both are better for it.

sukuna is a completely different individual now, and you are in a much happier place than you were before.

the whirlwind romance, the intense passion and addictive excitement fizzled. the sparkle having faded the moment his betrayal was revealed.

maybe your love for each other is just too destructive when intertwined so closely. but existing loosely as small strings, and tethered to the singular entity that lives and breathes because of it...

maybe that should be more than enough for you both.

and you don't know why the thought breaks your heart a little.

[omgfangirlland]

I'm going to need all of you to hear me out on what I'm about to spew, but I have yandere!batfam brain rot, and I just came across Yan!girldad!nolan grayson.

HEAR ME OUT!

Putting a page break here cuz idk how long this will be-

So- the usual neglected batsis that as a youngster craved the attention of her fam, but after being brushed away, after being ignored, after being straight up forgotten about, says fuck it, y'all aren't worth my love, I'll use the Wayne money to do as I please.

So she does. She uses the monthly allowance that is on auto pay straight to her card to do arts, to paint her heart away, to draw and play video games, to fund and pay off anything from homeless shelters to medical bills, trying to make a dent into the Wayne fortune both in selfish and non-selfish ways. She's basically a petty tween.

But then she wakes up with powers. She thinks she's a meta- batman doesn't like metas, that's what she thinks, she doesn't know Bruce doesn't want metas in Gotham due to Gotham being ground zero for meta trafficking. Boom, panic.

I think she has powers like flying, super strength, and like immediate healing if not "iron skin" like Superman. So she wakes because she hits the ceiling due to flying while asleep. She panics, falls, maybe breaks something, nobody comes to check on her-

Now, she always has toyed with the idea of leaving, but this? THIS? Breaking point, she packs necessities and the Wayne card and says bye-bye Gotham, good morning... Chicago? NYC? Idk, whichever place Omni man lives in ig.

The batfam, of course, doesn't notice. In this universe, I think even Alfred won't have been paying that much attention to batsis, man's too busy. So what if one day he does his rounds, cleaning, opens a door he hasn't been in a while.

The room is dusty. Dusty beyond hell, and one singular photo of batsis at like a kindergarten graduation makes him drop everything, including his heart. Old man goes feral, absolutely crazy, because where the fuck is this kid, this little baby, that he went and picked up because Bruce couldn't be bothered.

The batfam goes crazy too. In the mean time-

Batsis is, surprisingly, living her best life. Initially, she planned on getting an under the table job- clean a bar, babysit, be the errand girl of some shady drag dealer, etc. But Nolan sees her while she tries to get her powers under control, shakily flying, accidentally blowing to pieces a tree as she leans against it.

Omni-man as he lurks in the shadows: Debbie would love a daughter. I would love a daughter.

Batsis would call it kidnapping, Nolan calls it adopting without extra steps. Debbie takes one look at this shaken kid and immediately goes mama mode while reprimanding Nolan about taking a kid off the streets and not warning her so she could prepare better.

Mark? It takes about 2 hours before he realizes that they can be training buddies and that they have similar taste in some things. That's his baby sister. No arguments, just baby sis. Batsis? Much like a hungry, cold cat, she accepts her fate. It does feel nice to finally have some attention on her.

So she trains with Nolan and Mark, gets great, becomes a reluctant superhero, deliberately ignores Nolan's rants about her becoming such a great warrior, his little girl on the way of becoming the greatest conquror. Gothamite batsis just shrugs it off as just a Thursday.

Back with the batfam, pure chaos. Everyone is in shambles. How could they forget about a whole kid? Their siblings, Bruce's youngest daughter. Guilt is slowly turning into madness, and madness is slowly turning into a need to prove they can be better, that they weren't deliberately overlooking an innocent child because of personal pettiness, they were just distracted but now they'll right their wrongs.

Bonus p1:

Superman finally meeting batsis: What do you mean you're Bruce's kid? 😃 What do you mean you're a meta and instead of coming to uncle Clark you go and get adopted by murderous Omni-man? 🙂 What do you mean you kinda approve of him killing his enemies? 🫠

Batsis just wants Joker to die.

Bonus pt2:

Dick: What do you mean she's calling that other Grayson boy big brother? 😀

Damien: What do you mean I have another sibling? What do you mean she's calling that purple alien bastard her little brother?! I blame you, father.

Bonus pt3:

John Constantine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GAVE ONE OF BATMAN'S KIDS IMMORTALITY AND MAGICAL POWERS?

The deity/entity batsis has been depicting in her paintings for years: *shrugs* I was bored, my little priestess was sad, she's not anymore 🤷

That's the plot twist, batsis is actually magical, but her powers work the way they do because that's the only way she knows how to fight with them. Magic isn't on her thought as a possibility, even if she was into the occult.

Cue John drinking for 3 days straight before having the courage(or will) to go to the Bat.

[technicoloryuri]

I'd like to change my stance on this after the last weeks events. Being trans and working is a nightmare. I'm terrified of whats going to happen to me now, discrimination isn't just allowed against us now, but encouraged. Those of us who had the courage to be out to those we worked with are the first to be targeted. Last night, my friend who is well along her transition and was very open about it, lost her healthcare from work. She received an email, using her gender as justification and quietly cancelled it. This email had only a 24 hour window to read it, and they cancelled everything. Not just HRT, everything.

They're trying to kill us, the most effective way they know how, with the strike of a pen rather than a sword or pulling a trigger. They know they don't need to, they know what happens to those who can't afford or can't get coverage. They're trying to kill us.

I had hoped I would get these next few years by taking it a day after time. I fear its only going to get worse. My timescale has changed, I'm taking it by the hour instead.

Being trans and working in an office is funny sometimes

[crssvjb]

Secrets Revealed - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Sumarry: After a painful breakup, you discover you are pregnant, but keep the secret out of fear and hurt.

The morning started like any other: a ray of sunlight streaming through the window, the distant sound of traffic and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. But the pregnancy test in her hands changed everything.

Two lines.

You felt your heart race. It wasn't possible. He read the leaflet again, checked the test three more times, but the result did not change. You were pregnant with Charles.

She sat on the bathroom floor, her back against the cold wall. His mind went back to the last moment they had together, weeks ago.

—"You think you're always right!" — You shouted, your voice cracking under the weight of emotions.

Charles ran a hand through his hair, irritated. — "And you think everything has to be your way! I can't deal with this right now."

— "Can't handle this? Maybe you can't handle me, Charles."

The silence that followed was the most painful you had ever experienced. He looked away, hesitating. When he spoke again, his voice was a little cold:

— "Maybe we were never right for each other."

You swallowed hard, the words burning like acid. Without saying anything else, he picked up his things and left, leaving behind not only his home, but also everything they had built together.

The sound of your cell phone vibrating brought you back to the present. You looked at the screen and saw messages from friends. There was a party that night and everyone was excited to go together.

But how could you face Charles now? He would probably be there. And you... you didn't know if you would have the courage to face him with the secret you carried.

The party was in full swing when Charles arrived. Dressed casually, he greeted his friends but seemed a little distracted. Since the breakup, he had tried to convince himself that the separation was better for both of them, but a part of him knew that he had messed up.

- "Hey, Charles." — Pierre caught his attention, holding out a drink. — "How are things with Y/N?"

Charles frowned, uncomfortable with the message of his name. — "I think this is over, Pierre."

Pierre looked a little surprised. — "It's over? But... what about the baby?"

The glass in Charles' hand almost fell. — "What baby?"

Pierre widened his eyes, clearly realizing his mistake. — "Ah, shit... I thought you knew. Sorry, Charles. I wasn't supposed to... forget it."

Charles didn't wait for explanations. Dropping his drink on the first surface he found, he hurriedly left the party, ignoring Pierre's calls.

— "Pierre, you big mouth." — Kika said, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

The knock on the door was unexpected. You opened it and saw Charles panting, his eyes shining with a mix of surprise and nervousness.

— "Why didn't you tell me?" — He asked, almost whispering.

— "Charles, I..."

— "You're pregnant, aren't you?" — He interrupted, his eyes searching yours urgently.

You hesitated, but you knew you couldn't deny it. - "I am."

Charles took a deep breath, clearly trying to process. — "Why didn't you tell me? I had a right to know."

— "And I had the right to be afraid." — You replied with a trembling voice. — "After what you said, how could I trust you again? How could I believe you would stay by my side?"

He looked devastated. — "I was an idiot. I got angry and said things I shouldn't have. But I never wanted to hurt you. And now... now I know that I only made everything worse."

You looked away, tears streaming down your face. — "I don't know if I can forgive so quickly, Charles. I'm hurt and I need time."

He took a step forward, hesitant but determined. — "I understand. And I'll wait as long as it takes. But know that I'm here. For you. For the baby. For us."

His words were sincere, but you knew it wouldn't be easy. The road to rebuilding trust was long. But maybe there was a chance for you. Over time.

⎊𝙘𝙧𝙨𝙨𝙫𝙟𝙗 - ²⁰²⁵

[enwoso]

FINDING HER WAY BACK HOME | alessia russo

i’m sure someone requested something with lotte and foxy from college era but i can no longer find the request or maybe i dreamt it idk but if not here it it anyways!

grumpy masterlist

alessia leaned back against the dorm room couch, her hand resting on her small bump as she watch lotte and emily animatedly discuss their future plans.

"i'm telling you," lotte said, pausing for a moment as both girls waiting for her to continue, "arsenal is where i'm heading after here. best club in england!"

emily rolled her eyes, "your so biased, arsenal's good sure but if you're really aiming for the best, you'd look across the pond. nwsl has the edge in-."

"emilyy, not again" alessia interrupted, laughing as she dragged out emily's name.

emily smirked, "fine but i'm staying in the u.s. anyway at least for now. but mark my words we'll all end up in london one day, we'll sign with a club together. it'll be epic"

"deal" alessia said softly, looking between her two best friends. "i don't care what club we're at as long as we're together again."

lotte grinned, "you'll have to hold out the talks with manchester united until you're ready to come back though."

"yeah, the deal with them is still early days" alessia said a wistful smile crossing her face. she loved the idea of returning to england and playing there but for now, football felt like a distant dream.

she had other priorities now - a tiny, growing priority who was going to depend on her for everything.

emily leaned forward, her serious side kicking in, "oh, speaking of priorities, less have you taken your prenatal vitamins today?"

a small groan came from the blonde, this had been the same conversation she would have with the american everyday. she wouldn't forget. "yes, emily"

"and the iron supplements? you've been looking pale the last couple of days."

"wow thanks em, but yeah i have"

"and you're drinking enough water?"

"yes, emily!" alessia said, exasperated but unable to hide her smile, her heart warming at the fact of how caring her friends were over her now.

emily raised an eyebrow, "don't 'yes emily' me you were standing for like two hours at that student center thing yesterday. you've got to take it easy less!"

lotte snorted, "your like her personal midwife"

"somebody has to be!" emily shot back, tossing a pillow at lotte as she giggled on, "she's carrying out honorary niece or nephew. i take my duties very seriously!"

—

after a long morning, and a few teary goodbyes mainly saying goodbye to lotte and emily who walked alessia to the further point they could in the airport before sharing a group hug, promising one another that they'd see each other soon.

alessia was finally settling into her seat on the plane, rummaging through her carry-on, pulling out the book emily had packed for her.

as she opened the front cover she noticed a bright pink sticky note with emily's neat handwriting sprawled on it.

‘make sure you drink water every hour, you're already bad enough at this on the ground, don't make me come 30,000 feet and lecture you! safe flight lessi.’ emily

a small laugh bubbled up despite her exhaustion, emily had never let up since the the moment alessia told them and alessia could never not be grateful for the two.

a couple hours later, the flight going somewhat smoothly apart from the fact alessia was finding it rather difficult to get comfy, as she kept having to get up every half hour to use the bathroom. luckily she was on the isle seat..

as the flight attendants handed out complimentary snacks, alessia reached into her own bag for her own stash she'd bought in the airport. as she unwrapped the granola bar another little sticky note fluttered out.

the one had a messier scrawl of letters on it, accompanied with a doodle of a football. alessia immediately knowing it was from lotte.

‘granola bar = good. chocolate = bad. unless you want me and em to tell your little one that their mum broke all the rule, only kidding. take care of yourself, okay? we love you.’ lotte<3.

shaking her head with a smile, alessia carefully folded the note and slipped it back into her bag. her journey back home continued as she found more and more notes that the two girls had hidden in her bag in unexpected places.

reminder to stretch her legs.

a reminder to take her vitamins (no guesses needed to guess who that one was off..)

a reminder to have a nap.

but finally she found a small handwritten card tucked into the side pocket of her bag, where she kept her headphones. the note being from both of them:

‘alessia, we're so proud of you. we can't even begin to imagine how hard this is for you but you're the strongest person we know. and we know that your little one is so lucky to have you as their mum, and we're are so lucky we get to have you as our best friend. don't forget we're only a call away — no matter what the time it is. this isn't a goodbye, just a see you soon. we love you so much! lotte and emily <3'

tears filled her eyes as she read their loving words. holding the note tightly as she pressed it to her chest, overwhelmed by the love and support they had shown her. looking up at the time left on her flight: ten minutes and she'd ben home.

—

when alessia finally stepped through the arrivals gate in london. her body ached for her own bed from the long flight and her mind was foggy with fatigue. yet her heart leapt when she saw her family waiting for her.

her brothers were the first to reach her, gio stood tall with a big grin on his face as he pulled her carry on from her hand. "what's this? didn't they charge you extra for the snacks you probably smuggled on board?"

"or is it baby stuff already?" luca added with a smirk, reaching to grab the trolley with her suitcases on, "bibs and tiny shoes?"

"hilarious" alessia said rolling her eyes playfully. normally she'd fire back with a quick comment of her own but she was simply too tired to engage as she let out a breathy laugh and muttered, "just make yourself useful and carry my bags would you?"

her lack of a witty retort made both her brothers pause, gio nudging luca with his elbow. "she'd either growing up or she's too jet lagged to care?"

"one hundred percent the second one," luca quipped back quickly.

mario was standing slightly behind them, giving her a warm smile as he silently pulled her into a hug. alessia closing her eyes as she leaned into his steady presence.

when he released her from the hug, he took one look at her tired face and gestured towards the doors of the airport, “let’s get you home, you can sleep in the car”

but before they could move any further, carol appearing rushing forward to envelop alessia into her arms.”

“oh my baby!” she cried, happy tears already spilling down her cheeks. her hands immediately going to alessia’s six month bump

“look at you, you’re glowing. are you eating enough? have you been taking those vitamins i told you about? and oh- names! have you thought about any yet? what about james or izzy? or-”

“mum,” alessia said with a tired laugh her voice soft but affectionate, “i’m too tired to think of names right now”

her mum wasn’t deterred, as she looped her arm through alessia’s and began walking in the direction of the car, her chatter filling the quiet night.

“that’s okay, we can talk about it tomorrow. did you know your gran suggested peter? i told her absolutely not and then your aunt said olivia, but that’s..” alessia let her mum’s voice wash over her, a small smile tugged at her lips.

she was home.

the drive back to kent alessia’s head was leant against the cool glass of the car window the air cool and a lot less sticky than the hot air from the states as alessia’s eyes half closed.

her brothers keeping up a low and playful banter next to her as mario hummed softly to the radio as he drove. carol keeping a watchful eye on alessia from the corner of her eye the entire way.

when they finally pulled into the familiar driveway of her childhood home, alessia felt a wave of emotion rise in her chest. her family bustled around her, her brothers unloading her bags as her dad quietly set up a spot for her to sit in the living room. her mum of course already started to plan where they were going to go for breakfast.

alessia sat back, her hand resting on her bump as she let the moment sink in. she was surrounded by love, laughter and warmth. this is what her baby was being welcomed into, a family surrounded by people who already cared so deeply.

for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt at peace. she was home and she couldn’t wait to welcome her baby into the world.

—

it was well past midnight when alessia finally sank into the soft cushions of her old bed, her body aching with exhaustion but her mind too restless to sleep.

her family has tucked her in for the night with promises of a big family breakfast in the morning, but the quiet hum of the house only made her miss lotte and emily even more.

reaching for her phone, alessia stared at the time. it was early morning in north carolina - ridiculously early. she debated whether to call, knowing she could leave a message and they’d get back to her later.

but before she could second guess herself, her fingers had already pressed the button.

to her surprise emily picked up after only two rings, her voice groggy but alert. “less? everything okay?”

“why are you awake?” alessia asked, startled at the americans accent and by the fact she actually answer the phone.

“it’s five thirty am,” emily muttered, “i have morning conditioning in an hour. why are you still awake?” alessia chuckled, that’s one thing she wasn’t going to miss in a hurry - the early morning sessions.

“i just got home and i- um couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t expecting you to answer. i was just going to leave a message.” alessia explained as emily had placed her phone down on the counter to fill up her water bottle.

“like i’d miss your call,” emily said her tone softening as the american glanced across her dorm room, “wait, here comes lotte.”

a moment later, lotte was on the screen a tired smile on her face but still filled with excitement to her see the blonde. “less! your home already? how was the flight? did baby behave? did you find the notes we left?”

“slow down lotte..” emily interrupted with a teasing smile, “let her answer one question at a time”

alessia laughed, warmth spreading through her chest, “yes i’m home. the flight was fine - long but fine. baby is all good, kicking my ribs but that’s usual these days. and yes i found all the notes. thank you for those by the way.” her voice softened, “i already miss you guys.”

“don’t make me cry at five am,” emily groaned, “it’s too early for emotions.”

“literally? who gave you the right?” lotte added, but her teasing tone couldn’t mask the affection in her voice.

alessia leaned back against her pillows, “it feels weird without you both. and em you’ll be happy to know my mum has already taken over your job”

"job?”

“mhm the constant reminders about vitamins and water” alessia replied a hint of amusement in her tone, “first you, now her. it like i have my own personal tag team of nagging.”

“poor you” emily dai, her voice mock dramatic, “you live such a hard life. imagine having people who actually care about you. must be terrible.”

alessia snorted as she rolled her eyes playfully, although the two on the other side of the facetime call could barely see by the blondes dimly lit room.

“don’t mind her less,” lotte said her voice light. “you know she gets snappy when she’s tired.”

“i’m not snappy when i’m tired.” emily protested as lotte and alessia both looked to each other and burst out laughing.

“you are..” lotte countered as she stopped her laughing, “but it’s okay we love you anyway.”

the banter made alessia smile so wide her cheeks were beginning to her. these two girls were her rocks, her family away from home. even though right now they were miles apart she felt their love and support as strongly as if they were sitting beside her — if not more.

“thanks for answering” alessia said softly, “i didn’t think you would.”

“of course we did.” emily said her voice losing its previous teasing edge, “we told you that you can call us anytime, less. even if it’s just to say hi, we’re here for you.”

“always,” lotte added, “now you need to sleep. you’ve got the whole growing another human thing to keep up with.”

alessia laughed as she could feel the baby kicking slightly, “okay okay, goodnight— or good morning.. i guess”

“love you less!” they said in unison making the blonde grin.

“love you guys too!”

as alessia hung up the room felt a little less quiet and her heart felt a little less heavy. even across an ocean her best friends were always there for her. with a content sigh she fitted off to sleep one hand resting on her bump knowing she’d never be alone in this journey.

[ensn61080]

I look upon the barren earth, seeing how scarred Nature's realm has become. She won't be pleased, but that's neither here nor there. What is, however, is the little one clinging like ash to my leg, not daring to look out upon her domain.

There is destruction here. Remnants of even my own power swirl and fade in intricate dance with the natural world—a world unrecognizable from just hours before. If i weren't so aghast, I would be pleased. My gaze falls to the death beneath my feet. Blackened, flattened, harsh, like.. what was it the mortals used? Sandpaper? The girl sniffles. Mm, yes, I nearly forgot about her in my awe.

I take her hand. "Little one, are you alright? Come now, stand. Let's see that bright face," I hum softly, pulling the girl to her feet and off my leg. She doesn't meet my gaze, tears of nitroglycerin falling from her face. I can't help but smile at her, softly, wiping the tears.

She flinches, letting out a panicked cry as the heat of my touch ignites her tears. "No, nonono! Ah! Make it stop!!" Her small hands fly to her face, trying to dampen the fuse, but it's no use. Her panic causes the rest of her celestial form to heat up and glow, bursting outward in a shockwave mere seconds later. Shrapnel from her crudely forged dress hits me, but I allow it to pass, barely singed by my flame. In moments, her form materializes again, and I only really get a moment's glance at her clean face before her tears stain her cheeks once more. She looks up at me, then turns away as more tears fill her terror-stricken eyes. She drags a sleeve across her cheek, sniffling, and flops herself down on the earth below. I watch her little display of self-displeasure, kneeling on the ground by her side.

"You know, little one.. You remind me of myself, when I was much younger," I offer, as hopeful consolation for her troubled mind. "You'll get the hang of it in due time. But for now... What's on your mind? How are you feeling, beside the.. terror, and volatility?"

She takes a moment, sniffling again, and heaves a shaky breath. "I feel.. wrong. Like there's something unnatural about me."

"Well, that, in and of itself, is natural. I'm not much natural myself, honestly; I suppose that's a thing you and I have in common."

"Really..?" Her eyes meet mine again, hopeful.

"Really. The heat is natural, but without a spark..."

"...You wouldn't exist."

"Neither would you." I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. She slumps into my form, and I can feel her lean against me, as if a weight were lifted. Looking down at her, those beady eyes are closed, and her even breath lets me know she's fallen asleep for now. I pick her up, cradling her close to my body, and walk with her, further examining the damage of her domain. It's astounding—such a young deity, this volatile. It reminds me of..

Well, me.

I take her back to my favorite temple, humming a tune as I place her on my altar. Her little feet swing as she watches me examine my offerings and listen to prayers.

"Who are you?"

"My name, do you mean? I am Fyriann. Do you know yours, little one?"

"I.. No. I don't think I have one."

That makes me stop in my tracks. "No name? Well. I suppose that's the next order of business, then, hm? Reach inside yourself, my friend. Who are you?"

"I am.." She thinks for a moment, her little feet stopping in their efforts to swing as she focuses her mind. "I think.. I like the name Detonare."

"Detonare it is, then. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Detonare."

"The pleasure is mine, Sir Fyriann," she answers, sounding unsure of herself.

"Very good. Your manners are about you well, little one," I smile, offering her a loaf of burnt bread. She takes it, turning it over in her hands, and then bites. "Good food?"

She nods. I pick up another burnt offering and raise it before biting down.

Not long after, a shrine to Detonare appears in a corner of my temple, growing in size before taking over most of the wall adjacent.

As it should be.

She is my daughter, after all.

As the God of Fire, the Supreme God has tasked you to supervise and educate a newly manifested Goddess. You find a sad, terrified, and confused child, fearful of her powers and the destruction it caused the mortal realm. You are to guide a being born from Man's work, The Goddess of Explosions.

[lisasmuts]

The Debt Paid off.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

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( The debt finally paid off... )

Lisa's eyes fluttered open as she felt a warm, viscous liquid trickling down her thighs. To her surprise, she realized it was Y/N's seed, spilling from her well-used ass as he continued to thrust into her.

“10 AM?”

she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and residual pleasure.

“You've been at it for 3 hours while I was sleeping?”

The thought of him taking his pleasure from her unconscious body only heightened her own arousal.

“You insatiable beast,”

she purred, her tone dripping with wanton need.

“I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist filling me up.”

Reaching back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Her lips sought his in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with unbridled passion.

“Well, since you've already had your way with me,”

she whispered against his lips,

“I suppose I should return the favour.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she shifted her position, straddling Y/N's hips. With a coy smile, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I'm going to return the favor by taking what's mine,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, you've had your fill of me. Now it's my turn.”

Trailing a line of feather-light kisses down his neck, Lisa slowly began to grind her hips against his, eliciting a guttural groan from Y/N. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.

“You've been so generous, my love,”

she whispered, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“It's only fair that I repay you in kind.”

With a swift, fluid motion, Lisa sank down onto Y/N's throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. She reveled in the sensation of being so completely filled, her body clenching around him.

“Now,”

she murmured, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Let me show you just how much I appreciate your... attentions.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took control, pinning Y/N's hands down to the bed. With a coy smile, she slowly sank down onto his throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Now, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“It's my turn to have my way with you.”

Gripping his hands tightly, Lisa began to ride Y/N's cock with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Her hips undulated sensuously, her inner walls clenching around him in a delicious vice.

“You've had your fun, Y/N,”

she murmured, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“Now it's time for me to take what I want.”

Throwing her head back, Lisa moaned softly, her body trembling with each impalement. She revelled in the sensation of being so completely in control, her every movement calculated to maximize her own pleasure.

“Just lay back and enjoy it, my love,”

she whispered, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“I'll make sure you get every last drop.”

Lisa's body moved with unbridled passion as she shamelessly rode Y/N's thick shaft. Her hips undulated in a steady, sensual rhythm, each impalement drawing a guttural moan from her lips.

“Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need. Arching her back, she cupped her ample breasts, kneading the supple flesh as she ground down onto him.

Her long, raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her flushed, beautiful face. Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust. She felt so full, so deliciously claimed by Y/N's impressive girth.

Leaning forward, Lisa braced her hands on Y/N's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she chased her own pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes!”

she panted, her hips moving with increasing desperation.

Lisa's eyes flew wide as Y/N's hand pressed against her sensitive pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge, her inner walls of her asshole clenching rhythmically around his shaft.

“Y/N!”

She wailed, her voice dripping with unbridles ecstasy. Even as the intense orgasm wracked her frame, Lisa continued to bounce on his cock, desperate to milk every last drop from him. True to her insatiable nature, Y/N’s release triggered her own, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep within her quivering passage. Rope after rope of his seed flooded her abused asshole, adding to the mess they had already created.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. She knew there would be no rest for the wicked, not with Y/N’s seemingly endless stamina. But for now, she revelled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.

Lisa winced slightly as Y/N's palm connected with her tender flesh, but the pain quickly gave way to a thrill of excitement. However, as he propositioned her for another round, she found herself uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Actually, my love,”

she murmured, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

“I think I need a bit of a break. Why don't we just... talk for a while?”

Reaching up, Lisa gently caressed Y/N's cheek, her gaze filled with a tenderness that belied her usual wanton lust.

“I want to savor this moment with you,”

she whispered.

“No more frenzied coupling, at least for now. Let's just... be together.”

Snuggling against his side, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body still thrumming with the afterglow of their previous exploits. For once, she was content to simply bask in his presence, to let the intensity of their passion simmer rather than boil over.

Y/N cupped Lisa’s boobs playing with her nipples he accepted,

“I do love you Lisa, but I can’t betray my best friend ELI, but due to our agreement which we made I was able to use you however I …”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of vulnerability and desire as she gazed up at Y/N. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss, cutting his sentence in between, her tongue dancing with his.

“My darling Y/N,”

she purred against his lips, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I know your heart is torn, but you needn't worry. I love ELI dearly, but you... you hold a piece of me that no one else can.”

Trailing her fingers down his chest, Lisa's expression turned coy.

“And thanks to our... special arrangement, I'm free to indulge in my cravings for you, whenever and however I please.”

Shifting her position, Lisa straddled Y/N's hips, grinding against his hardening length.

“So please, my love,”

she whispered, her eyes smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Don't hold back. Take me, claim me as your own. I'm yours, now and always.”

Lisa's body trembled with unbridled ecstasy as Y/N's thick shaft plunged into her waiting ass once more. A guttural moan of pleasure escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

“Yes, Y/N! Fuck me again, fuck me harder, I'm your dirty whore!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Use me as your personal fuck toy!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in a desperate rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of bliss.

“I need your cum, Y/N!”

she begged, her tone laced with desperation.

“Fill my slutty holes, mark me as your property! I'm nothing but a cum-hungry bitch for you!”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused passage with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Yes, Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Make me your cum-dumpster! I'll take every last drop you have to give!”

Grinding her hips against his, Lisa reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last bit of his release. She had become an insatiable vessel for his desire, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the final spurts of his orgasm subsided, Lisa collapsed against Y/N's chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

In just a few moments, Lisa began grinding her ass against Y/N's cock once more, eagerly fucking herself on his thick shaft. However, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone.

Glancing down at the caller ID, Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized ELI's name. Panic flashed across her features, realizing that she had neglected to show up at the office as expected.

She quickly wears the t-shirt lying nearby Y/N’s head, which helped her cover her perky aroused tits from the sex she is having with Y/N.

Steeling her nerves, Lisa quickly answered the call, her voice tinged with feigned nonchalance.

“ELI, darling! I'm so sorry, I... I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to come into the office.”

As she spoke, Lisa continued to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Her free hand clutched at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of keeping her voice steady.

“Please, don't worry about me,”

she purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

“I'll rest up and be back before you know it. I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you, my love.”

With a coy smile, Lisa glanced down at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

Lisa's heart raced as ELI's concerned questions poured through the phone. Biting her lip, she struggled to maintain her composure, all while grinding her hips against Y/N's throbbing shaft.

“I'm fine, my love, truly,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false reassurance.

“Just a little under the weather, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”

As ELI pressed for more details, Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Y/N's thick cock filled her so deliciously, and the thrill of deceiving her boyfriend only heightened her arousal.

“I promise, I'll be back before you know it,”

she lied, her tone laced with feigned sweetness.

“In the meantime, why don't you treat yourself to something nice? You deserve it, darling.”

Ending the call with a coy smile, Lisa tossed her phone aside, her full attention now focused on the man beneath her. Bracing her hands on Y/N's chest, she began to ride him with unbridled passion, her body trembling with each punishing thrust.

“Now, where were we?”

she purred, her gaze smoldering with wanton need.

“I believe you had a promise to keep, my insatiable lover.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused asshole with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Ohh, Y/N...”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“It feels so good to be your little cum dumpster. I love having your seed spilling out of me, even with ELI just a phone call away.”

Glancing over at her discarded phone, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The thought of betraying her beloved boyfriend only heightened her arousal, making her clench greedily around Y/N's softening length.

“Tell me,”

she purred, grinding her hips against his.

“How does it feel to know you're defiling me, even as I lie to the man I claim to love?”

“OH I love to defile and debase and claim you my darling.”

Y/N purred.

As for the next few hours Y/N used Lisa’s tight already abused asshole, worshiping her ass and filling her ass with ton of cum, over and over.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and arousal as Y/N pulled out of her abused hole. Without hesitation, she dutifully lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lap at his glistening shaft.

“Yes, my love,”

she purred, her voice thick with submission.

“Let me clean you up, just as you deserve.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa meticulously licked and sucked every last drop of their mingled fluids from his cock. The taboo thrill of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

Reaching for her phone, Lisa snapped a series of sultry selfies, her expression one of wanton delight. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the risk only made the experience all the more exhilarating.

“There,”

She murmured, licking her lips.

“All clean, my darling. Now, what else can I do for you??”

Y/N gazed down at Lisa with a mix of pride and tenderness, his fingers gently caressing her flushed cheeks.

“My darling, I'm so proud of you,”

he murmured, his voice low and rich.

“The way you've surrendered to me, allowed yourself to be reduced to nothing but a craving vessel for my cock... it's intoxicating. Now I think you deserves my cock inside your aching pussy now.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled excitement as Y/N's words registered. With a joyful gasp, she hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, spreading her legs in a blatant invitation.

“Then don't make me wait any longer, my love!”

she pleaded, her tone dripping with need.

“Fuck me, Y/N, fuck my dripping pussy, claim my pussy as your own. My pussy ache to feel you inside it.”

Positioning himself at her begging clenching pussy entrance, Y/N paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation that hung thick in the air. Then, with slow and firm thrust and push, he buried himself to the hilt within her slick, welcoming pussy. Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she was finally filled.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Make me yours, forever!”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of shame and exhilaration as Y/N's thick shaft finally breached her begging pussy. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling with a heady cocktail of emotions.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Take my pussy and it yours, forever!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in desperate rhythms. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. In this moment, Lisa had surrendered every last shred of her dignity, becoming nothing more than a vessel for Y/N’s desires. And yet, the thrill of it all only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching greedily around his invading length.

“Use me, defile me!”

she begged, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I'm yours to command, my body yours to claim Y/N!”

Y/N's hands gently cupped Lisa's bouncing breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

“I feel... complete, my love,”

she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“Having you inside me, claiming me as your own... it's everything I've ever wanted.”

Reaching up, Lisa tenderly caressed Y/N's cheek, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“You make me feel so alive, so cherished. I'm yours, Y/N, body and soul. Do with me as you will.”

Arching her back, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently urging him to continue his ministrations. In this moment, she was utterly his, reveling in the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Y/N's hips snapped forward with unbridled passion, his thick shaft plunging into Lisa's waiting heat with powerful, punishing strokes. A guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her lips, her back arching as she surrendered completely to his primal dominance.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me, HARDERRR! I'm your dirty little whore, all yours to use!”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Lisa met each of his thrusts with desperate, grinding motions, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his invading length.

“Don't stop!”

she begged, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, all of you! Breed me, Daddy, make me yours forever!”

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and wonder as he felt Lisa's tight, silken walls gripping his shaft.

“Mmm, so snug and perfect, my little slut,”

he growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

“You were born to take my cock, weren't you?”

Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I was made for you, to be your obedient little fuck toy. Please, use me, claim me as your own!”

Y/N's hips rocked gently, his thick shaft gliding in and out of Lisa's slick, welcoming heat. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she savored the delicious friction.

“Oh, Y/N...”

she breathed, her voice dripping with blissful surrender.

“It feels so good, your cock filling me up. I never want this to end.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa met each of his languid thrusts, her inner walls caressing his length with each delicious withdrawal. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal.

“You feel so perfect inside me,”

she purred, her nails trailing down his back.

“My body was made for you, Y/N. Please, don't ever stop claiming me as your own.”

Y/N gently yet firmly pressed Lisa back onto the bed, his hips surging forward as he claimed her in the intimate missionary position. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as he savored her taste.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching to meet his thrusts. She reveled in the feeling of being so completely possessed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

“Yes, Y/N,”

she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with wanton need.

“Take me, make me yours. I'm putty in your hands.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa urged him deeper, craving to feel every inch of him buried within her slick heat. The world beyond their tangled embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a haze of carnal bliss.

Y/N broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“You're such an innocent little girl, Lisa,”

he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“And I'm loving every moment of breaking you into pieces.”

Lisa gazed up at him, her expression a mix of trepidation and wanton desire.

“I... I don't love getting broken by you, Y/N,”

she admitted, her tone laced with a hint of teasing and mischievous.

“But what I can do, I must do. After all, I agreed to be your plaything, your new little Daddy's girl.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“So take me, Y/N. Shatter my innocence, claim every last piece of me. I'm yours to do with as you please.”

Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as Y/N roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. A tremor of fear mingled with excitement coursed through her as he growled his domineering words.

“I-I'll try, Daddy,”

she stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Before she could say more, Y/N began ramming into her pussy with monstrous force, giving her no time to catch her breath. Lisa's back arched, a strangled cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she was overwhelmed by the relentless assault on her senses.

Despite the initial discomfort, Lisa soon found herself surrendering to the primal ecstasy of Y/N's claiming. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thrusting shaft, her body betraying her even as her mind reeled from the intensity of it all.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice thick with wanton need.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's hand struck her cheek, the impact stinging her skin. She let out a muffled whimper as he forced his fingers past her lips, silently commanding her to suck.

Obediently, she wrapped her tongue around his digits, her gaze locked with his. Yet even as she dutifully serviced his hand, her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

As the clock struck past noon, ELI's familiar face appeared on Lisa's phone screen. Instead of the panicked reaction he might have expected, Lisa greeted him with a gentle smile, carefully draping the bedsheet over her bare chest before accepting the video call.

“Hello, my love,”

she purred, her voice soft and soothing.

“I wasn't expecting your call, but I'm so glad to see you.”

Leaning back against the pillows, Lisa maintained a calm, composed demeanour, her gaze steady and reassuring.

“I'm doing well, I promise. Just resting up a bit before my next schedule. How have you been?”

Though the telltale signs of her recent tryst were carefully hidden, Lisa's eyes held a hint of mischief, as if daring ELI to uncover her secret. 

Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, Lisa managed to maintain her composure, her gaze steady as she addressed ELI on the video call. She gently pulled the bedsheet higher, concealing the evidence of her depraved tryst.

“Oh my, is it already lunchtime?”

she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

“I must have lost track of time. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The forbidden nature of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn't help but clench tightly around his invading shaft, drawing a muffled groan from him.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spot, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure from her lips. Quickly, she covered her mouth, casting a furtive glance at the phone screen where ELI's concerned face was displayed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, my love,”

she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I, um, stubbed my toe. But I'm fine, really.”

Glancing back at Y/N, Lisa's expression shifted, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire. Biting her lip coyly, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' before turning her attention back to ELI.

“About that debt situation,”

she began, her tone measured and calm.

“I'm sure we can figure something out. Why don't you come by the studio later, and we can discuss it in person?”

Even as she spoke, Lisa's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Y/N's invading length, silently urging him to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

Lisa's expression remained calm and composed as ELI's suspicious gaze bore into her through the screen.

“Where am I? Oh, I'm just resting up at the studio, my love,”

she replied, her tone light and airy.

Subtly, she lowered the bedsheet just enough to offer Y/N a tantalizing glimpse of her pert, aroused nipples. Y/N's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as he took in the sight, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor.

Lisa bit back a gasp as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spots, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. Casting a mischievous glance at ELI, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of guilt and unbridled lust.

“I'm... I'm fine, ELI,”

she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“Just resting up before my next schedule. I'll be there soon, I promise.”

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she mouthed the words 'I won't be there near any time soon, or probably never' to Y/N. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he increased the ferocity of his thrusts, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force.

Biting her lip to stifle a wanton moan, Lisa cast a sidelong glance at ELI, her expression a mask of false innocence. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Y/N's invading shaft.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of guilt and unbridled arousal as she maintained the video call with ELI. Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, she managed to keep her composure, biting her lip in a seductive manner.

“I'm fine, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“Just a little... distracted, that's all.”

Glancing coyly at Y/N, Lisa mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder’. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she addressed ELI.

Lisa's phone suddenly slipped from her hands, landing on her chest as Y/N's powerful thrust caused her to stumble. For a moment, she thought the call had ended, and she coyly glanced up at Y/N.

"Ah, be a little gentler, will you?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Quickly, Lisa retrieved the phone, shocked to see that the call with ELI was still connected. Mustering her most innocent expression, she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I was just watching a movie and got a little... distracted,”

she lied, her gaze flickering briefly to Y/N's intense stare.

“But I'm fine,”

Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly as ELI continued the call, seemingly unwilling to end it. Casting a surreptitious glance at Y/N, she mouthed a string of filthy words, her expression dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,”

she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cock, all of it. Fill me up until I'm dripping with your cum.”

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Y/N's shaft, silently urging him to claim her, to take her as his own. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to maintain her composure as ELI's voice continued to echo through the phone.

Lisa's expression remained serene and composed as she maintained the video call with ELI, even as Y/N continued his relentless assault on her most intimate depths. Though her body betrayed her, writhing in wanton ecstasy, her face was a mask of practiced innocence.

Oh, ELI, I'm so sorry for worrying you,

she purred, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

I'm just... enjoying a little downtime before my next schedule. You know how it is.

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. She clenched her inner muscles rhythmically, drawing a muffled groan from her secret lover as she silently urged him to claim her harder, faster.

Lisa maintained her composed expression as she conversed with ELI, all the while mouthing encouraging words to Y/N behind the phone screen. ‘Your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy,’ she mouthed, her eyes gleaming with wanton need. ‘Don't stop, please. Fuck me until I can't walk straight.’

Y/N's hips surged forward with renewed vigor, his thick shaft striking her most sensitive spots. Lisa bit back a moan, her gaze locked with ELI's as she continued their conversation with practiced ease.

As ELI inquired about her meal, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. Seizing the opportunity, she reached down and grasped Y/N's glistening shaft, her fingers trailing along the length as it slipped free from her slick heat.

Maintaining eye contact with ELI, Lisa slowly brought her hand to her mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers to collect Y/N's pearly pre-cum. She sucked her digits with a soft, sensual moan, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire.

“The food was simply delicious, ELI,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“I couldn't help but savor every last bit.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she glanced down, captivated by the sight of her belly bulging with Y/N's thick shaft. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through her skin.

“Oh my...”

she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of awe and wanton desire.

“It's... it's so big, Daddy.”

Realizing her slip, Lisa quickly schooled her features, casting a nervous glance at the phone screen where ELI's curious gaze was fixed upon her.

“I-I mean, I saw something similar in a movie I was watching,”

she stammered, her cheeks flushing with feigned embarrassment.

“It's nothing, really. Just my imagination running wild.”

Inwardly, Lisa's heart raced with a heady mix of guilt and unbridled arousal. The forbidden thrill of her deception only heightened her senses, and she silently pleaded with Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

As ELI announced he was receiving another call, Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the torturous video chat had come to an end. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled Y/N close, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Finally, it's just us,”

she purred, her voice dripping with unbridled desire.

“Now I can have you all to myself, Daddy.”

Wrapping her legs around Y/N's waist, Lisa ground her hips against his. She could feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, aching to be filled by his throbbing shaft.

“Claim me, Daddy,”

she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“Make me scream your name. You can go as hard as you want now!”

Y/N's expression darkened with raw need as he pulled Lisa into a bruising kiss. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within her slick heat. Lisa let out a muffled gasp, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

For the next hour, Y/N's hips moved with a relentless, merciless pace, striking her most sensitive spots with each powerful thrust. Lisa's back arched, her nails raking down his muscular shoulders as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Despite the intensity of their coupling, Y/N maintained a sense of control, his movements deliberate and calculated. He savored the way Lisa's body responded to his touch, the way her silken walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of Y/N filling her, stretching her, claiming her as his own. She lost all sense of time, her mind consumed by the primal need to be taken, to be used, to be satisfied by his unyielding desire.

As the final throes of their passion subsided, Lisa lay spent in Y/N's arms, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. A satisfied smile played on her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of contentment and the lingering thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Lisa giggled mischievously, playfully teasing Y/N.

“If you haven't forgotten, I was the one you've been using for the past 13 to 14 hours straight. Of course I'm starving!”

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed at him coyly.

“But you know, I think I've worked up quite an appetite. What do you say we order something delicious? I'm craving something...satisfying.”

Lisa punctuated her words with a suggestive lick of her lips.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingers lightly down Y/N's chest, her touch feather-light yet electric.

“After all, I'm going to need my strength for round two. Or three. Or however many times you plan on claiming this insatiable body of mine.”

Y/N chuckled as he cupped Lisa's ample breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I'd be more than satisfied just sucking and playing with these luscious boobs all day,”

he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I know how much you crave my seed in the morning. So I thought you’d be just satisfied drinking my cum?”

Lisa playfully slapped his chest, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Noo, I want some real food, you insatiable beast!”

she teased, her tone light and playful.

“I'm absolutely famished after you've had your way with me all night long. Let's order something delicious, hmm?”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest.

“Though I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long. You've ruined me for anyone else, my love.”

Y/N chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, I think I know exactly what kind of 'food' you're craving, my insatiable little minx,”

he teased, his hand trailing down to cup her shapely ass.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his chest.

“As tempting as that sounds, I really am famished. How about some delicious Thai food? I'm in the mood for something spicy and flavorful to satisfy my appetite.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Though I'm sure we can find a way to work up an even bigger appetite later on...”

Y/N chuckled as he reached for his phone to place the food order.

“Fair enough, my insatiable goddess. We wouldn't want you to waste away before I can have my way with you again,”

he teased, his gaze smoldering with barely restrained desire.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his arm.

“Patience, my love. I promise, once I've had my fill of delectable Thai cuisine, I'll be more than happy to let you have your way with me.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her body thrumming with anticipation. As they waited for the food to arrive, Lisa snuggled contentedly against Y/N's side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The prospect of sating both her physical and culinary hungers had her giddy with excitement.

After a wait of 30 minutes the food arrived, they both went to the dining room, as Y/N sat on the chair,

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sauntered over to where Y/N sat, a coy smile playing on her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she straddled his lap, guiding his throbbing shaft back into her slick heat. A soft gasp escaped her as she sank down, impaling herself on his rigid length.

“I challenge you, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Let's see if you can keep that gorgeous cock of yours still while we enjoy our lunch together.”

Leaning in, she pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her inner walls already clenching rhythmically around his softening cock. The tantalizing prospect of testing his self-control only heightened her arousal, and she ground her hips against his, silently daring him to give in to his primal urges.

As they settled down to enjoy their Thai lunch, Lisa couldn't resist the temptation to tease Y/N. Periodically, she would grind her hips against his, eliciting a muffled groan from her lover. The friction sent delicious sparks of pleasure through her core, and she couldn't help but giggle mischievously. “Mmm, this food is absolutely divine,”

she purred, taking a delicate bite and savoring the flavors. Her gaze locked with Y/N's, her eyes gleaming with unbridled desire.

“But you know what would make it even better?”

Without warning, she rolled her hips, sheathing his throbbing shaft deeper inside her. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and she threw her head back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

“Having you fill me up while I eat,”

she whispered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

As the lunch came to an end, Lisa stood up from Y/N's lap, a coy smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but notice the glistening pre-cum that had already begun to bead at the tip of his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, it seems like someone's ready for dessert,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“And I just so happen to have the perfect treat in mind.”

Without further ado, Lisa sank to her knees, her gaze locked with Y/N's as she slowly enveloped his cock with her lush lips. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

“Delicious,”

she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I have a feeling the main course is going to be even more satisfying.”

With a final, lingering lick, Lisa stood up, her hips swaying alluringly as she made her way towards the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone at the dining table, his desire burning like a wildfire.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Y/N's breath caught in his throat. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her delicate features in a way that was both alluring and innocent. The droplets of water glistening on her skin seemed to dance across her curves, drawing his gaze to the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips.

Y/N's eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and pure, unadulterated appreciation. In that moment, he saw her not just as a object of lust, but as a vision of natural beauty - a goddess to be worshipped and revered.

Slowly, reverently, he rose from his seat and approached her, his movements almost hypnotized. Reaching out, he traced the line of her jaw, his touch feather-light, as if she might shatter under the weight of his desire. His gaze locked with hers, conveying a silent promise - to cherish her, to worship her, to love her as she deserved.

Y/N gently cups Lisa’s face and kisses her deeply, savouring her freshly-showered scent.

“God, you are so beautiful, Lisa!”

Y/N purred as he hugged Lisa’s body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she wrapped her slender fingers around Y/N's throbbing shaft. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Daddy,”

she purred.

“My pussy is still aching to be filled with your seed. I need you to claim me, to mark me as yours.”

Guiding his rigid length to her entrance, Lisa slowly sank down, sheathing him in her slick heat. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“So good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

Y/N gripped Lisa's hips tightly as he pressed her against the wall, his hips surging forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance, Lisa's legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed insider her again and again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

he growled between searing kisses.

“So tight, so wet... Made just for my cock, aren't you, baby?”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on as she met each of his thrusts with wanton abandon.

“Yes, Daddy,”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of their passionate coupling echoing through the room. Y/N's hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, his shaft striking her most sensitive spots as Lisa cried out in ecstasy.

“I thought you said you were tired for getting used for 14 hours and now needed some rest?? I mean I don’t mind giving my toy girl a one or two hour break before another round of using her.”

Y/N teased her.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she playfully swatted Y/N's chest.

“Oh, Daddy, you know I can never get enough of you,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Besides, I've had plenty of rest. Now it's time for you to use me again.”

Pulling him close, Lisa captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. Breaking away breathlessly, she gazed up at him, her expression radiating pure, unbridled desire.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N scooped her up, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. As he carried her to the bedroom, she couldn't help but giggle, anticipation building within her.

“You do love bdsm right??”

Y/N asked, tying her on the bed.

“Ooh, Daddy, I do love a little bit of BDSM,”

she purred, her gaze sparkling with mischief.

“Though I hope you're planning on being gentle...at least at first.”

Once he had her securely tied to the bed, Lisa tugged playfully at the restraints, testing their strength. A coy smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.

“Now, what are you waiting for, hmm?”

she teased, her tone dripping with wanton need.

Y/N's hips surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within Lisa's slick heat. A guttural groan escaped his lips as her silken walls clenched rhythmically around him.

Lisa's back arched against the restraints, her wrists straining as she fought the urge to claw at his back. Breathless moans and giggles tumbled from her lips, her expression a captivating mix of pleasure and mirth.

“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Don't stop, please! Fuck me harder!”

Her hips rocked in time with his punishing thrusts, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. The delicious friction had her teetering on the edge of release, her inner walls fluttering around his rigid length.

“I'm so close, Daddy!”

she whimpered, her eyes alight with desperation.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so badly!”

Lisa's face flushed with a mix of pleasure and bashfulness as Y/N's skilled fingers teased her sensitive folds. The delicate touch was all it took to send her careening over the edge, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as the waves of her climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Y/N chuckled, his gaze brimming with a combination of pride and amusement as he watched her come undone.

Lisa's cheeks puffed out in a puffer fish-like expression, her eyes sparkling with a hint of embarrassment. Yet, beneath the surface, a deep sense of satisfaction and trust shone through, for she knew she was safe in Y/N's capable hands.

Y/N gently cupped Lisa's full breasts, gazing at her with a tender expression.

“Are you all done, my sweet?”

he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Lisa let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes, Daddy, I think I've had my fill... for now.”

Arching her back slightly, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently inviting him to continue his ministrations.

“But I'm still aching for you to fill me up. Won't you please take me, Daddy?”

Her tone was playful yet laced with wanton need, her body thrumming with anticipation. As Y/N positioned himself at her entrance, Lisa gazed up at him with unbridled desire, eagerly awaiting his next move.

As Y/N entered Lisa's waiting pussy once more, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching off the bed as she felt his rigid shaft pressing against her most sensitive spots.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!”

she cried out, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“Your cock feels so good, filling me up like this. It's like you're kissing my very womb!”

Lisa's inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, desperate to draw him in deeper. Her eyes were half-lidded with bliss, her expression a captivating mix of lust and adoration as she gazed up at him.

“Don't stop, please,”

she whimpered, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

As Y/N removed the restraints, Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew what was coming - the raw, primal side of her lover that craved to dominate and possess her completely.

Without warning, Y/N pounced, his hips surging forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Lisa cried out, her nails raking down his back as she surrendered herself to his carnal desires. There was no gentleness, no tenderness - only the relentless, animalistic drive to claim her as his own.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of his rigid shaft plundering her depths, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her trembling body. She was helpless, a mere plaything in his hands, and the thought only heightened her arousal.

As Y/N neared his climax, he abruptly withdrew, his thick seed spilling across her waiting throat. Lisa's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she was baptized in his essence. The salty-sweet taste overwhelmed her senses, and she swallowed greedily, craving more.

When the last drop had been milked, Lisa gazed up at Y/N, her expression radiating pure, unadulterated bliss.

“That was sooo goood,”

she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Definitely one for the top five, Daddy.”

“Ohh, you were keeping a count?”

Y/N asked,

Lisa giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course I'm keeping count, Daddy!”

she purred, her tone playful yet sultry.

“After all, I wouldn't want to lose track of all the delicious ways you've claimed me as your own.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she counted off on her fingers, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Let's see now... There was that time yesterday whole night, and then again in the morning with my sleeping body. Oh, and who could forget the dining room tryst? And especially when ELI was on the face time that was one of the best!”

Her gaze locked with his, brimming with wanton need.

“And now this - my personal favorite so far.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“But I have a feeling you're just getting started, hmm?”

she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, the night is still young, Daddy. I can't wait to see what other delightful ways you'll find to use me.”

Y/N gently pressed his lips to Lisa's cheeks, his gaze brimming with adoration.

“You're the best, my love,”

he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

Slowly, he eased Lisa back onto the bed, joining her in a warm embrace. Cradling her close, he nuzzled against her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“I know I already have all of you,”

he purred, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.

“But I can't help wanting more. May I have the honour of a thigh fuck, my darling?”

Lisa giggled, her expression radiating pure joy.

“Oh, Daddy, you insatiable thing,”

she teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“As if you don't already own every inch of me. But how can I deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

Shifting her position, she parted her thighs invitingly, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“Take what you will, my love,”

she purred.

“I'm all yours.”

Lisa giggled softly as Y/N's hands roamed over her luscious thighs, his gaze burning with unbridled desire. She arched her back slightly, pressing her thighs together to create a delicious friction against his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, you really can't get enough of these, can you, Daddy?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Go on then, worship them all you like. They're yours to enjoy.”

Y/N groaned as he nestled his cock between her silky smooth thighs, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Leaning in, he peppered the tender flesh with filthy kisses and reverent caresses, worshipping every inch of her supple skin.

“So perfect,”

he growled, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

“Made just for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to cover these gorgeous thighs in my cum.”

Lisa's eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the sensations, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. She knew she was safe, secure in the knowledge that Y/N would take care of her, no matter how depraved their desires became.

After a while of Y/N fucking Lisa’s thighs he announced and told Lisa to get ready for the next round, but Lisa denied, saying she’s tired to which Y/N showed annoyance.

Lisa's laughter rang out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Why are you annoyed, Daddy?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor body that you've been using since last night?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she fixed Y/N with a pointed stare.

“I know you're insatiable, but even I need a little break every now and then,”

she chided gently.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance to catch my breath?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to have your fun without completely wearing me out. After all, I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

With a coy smile, Lisa settled back against the pillows, her gaze smoldering with barely contained desire.

“So what'll it be, Daddy? How about you let me take the lead this time?”

Lisa giggled mischievously as she straddled Y/N, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My poor ass is already so sore, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

“But my pussy is aching to be filled again.”

Slowly, she sank down onto his rigid shaft, a soft moan escaping her lips as she was deliciously impaled. Her hips began to rock in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“There, doesn't this feel so much better?”

she cooed, her hands braced on his chest for leverage.

“Let me take care of you, Daddy. I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

Lisa's movements grew more urgent, her breasts bouncing with each bounce as she rode him with wanton abandon. Her head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his chest.

Lisa's body moved in perfect sync with Y/N's, their passionate coupling continuing for hours on end. Though her muscles ached and her skin glistened with sweat, she refused to slow her pace, driven by an insatiable need for her lover's touch.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling form, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft. Soft moans and breathless whimpers tumbled from her lips as she rode him with wanton abandon, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Y/N's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met each of her motions with renewed vigor. Their bodies were locked in a primal dance, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking and the sound of their desperate cries.

Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her expression a captivating mix of bliss and utter exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue, she refused to relinquish control, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As the hours ticked by, their pace only grew more frantic, their need for each other becoming increasingly desperate. Neither was willing to surrender, each driven by a singular goal - to claim the other as their own, to become one in body and spirit.

Exhaustion etched across Lisa's features as she finally collapsed against Y/N's chest, her body trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Yet, even in her weary state, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

“Dinner, you say?”

she purred, her voice low and sultry.

“Well, I do have a rather specific craving in mind.”

Slowly, she lifted herself up, wincing slightly as Y/N's softening length slipped from her well-used pussy. Licking her lips, she gazed down at him with unbridled desire.

“You see, Daddy,”

she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest,

“I'm absolutely famished for your... special sauce.”

Without warning, she bent down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, savoring the taste of their mingled essences. Breaking away breathlessly, she fixed him with a sultry stare.

“So what do you say, hmm?”

she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Shall I have dessert?”

Lisa sank gracefully to her knees, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire. Wrapping her delicate fingers around Y/N's semi-erect shaft, she began to stroke him with slow, sensual motions.

“Mmm, look at this big, beautiful cock,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I can't wait to have it for dessert.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she savored his musky flavor.

“And then, once I've had my fill,”

she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief,

“I'll make us a nice, hot dinner. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there, Daddy. I want you to keep fucking me while I cook. Can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for a response, she engulfed his length, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as she lavished him with her skilled ministrations. Her hunger was insatiable, and she was determined to leave no drop of his essence untasted. Her skilful blowjob turned out to be too much for Y/N as he in few minutes came like crazy amount of cum inside Lisa’s throat.

Lisa's eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed up at Y/N, her mouth still glistening with his spent seed.

“Feel used, do you?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor, abused throat?”

Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she let out a melodic laugh.

“You act like I'm the only one enjoying ourselves here,”

she chided gently.

“Need I remind you how much you were moaning and writhing under my touch just moments ago?”

Crawling back onto the bed, she straddled his waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

“Now, now, let's not be so dramatic, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm simply taking what's mine. And trust me, Daddy, I plan to savor every last drop.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“So why don't you sit back and let me take care of you, hmm? I'll even make you a nice, hot dinner afterwards. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there...”

Y/N laughed and scooped Lisa up into his strong arms, carrying her swiftly to the kitchen. Gently, he placed her atop the counter, aligning his rigid shaft with her slick entrance. With a hungry growl, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt as their lips met in a passionate, searing kiss.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length. Reaching to the side, she plucked a ripe banana from the fruit basket, breaking it in half. Seductively, she slid one end into her mouth, gazing at Y/N with hooded eyes as she began to suck and lick.

Y/N's hips pistoned relentlessly, his hands gripping Lisa's hips as he chased his own pleasure. Groaning, he captured the other half of the banana between his lips, their tongues tangling as they shared the sweet fruit, their bodies joined in a carnal dance.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of their desperate cries and the slick slide of flesh on flesh. Neither was willing to relent, each determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from their tryst. And as they neared their shared climax, their passions only continued to burn brighter, hotter, more consuming.

Lisa giggled mischievously, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction.

“Make food? Goodness no, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After gulping down your delicious cum earlier and now getting thoroughly fucked right here in the kitchen, I'm simply not hungry at all.”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she pulled him closer, her hips rocking in sync with his relentless thrusts.

“I have everything I need right here,”

she murmured, her nails raking down his back.

“Your complete, undivided attention is the only sustenance I crave.”

Leaning in, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies moved as one. There was no need for anything else - in this moment, they were perfectly, blissfully fulfilled.

With a playful giggle, Lisa wrapped her legs tightly around Y/N's waist as he scooped her up, their bodies still joined. She showered his face with feather-light kisses, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm as he carried her to the bedroom.

The moment Y/N laid back on the bed, Lisa pounced, straddling his hips with a wanton moan. Her hands braced on his chest, she began to ride him with wild abandon, her movements frantic and primal.

“That's it, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I'm your crazy bitch in heat. Use me!”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with unbridled pleasure. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, milking him for every last drop.

Lisa's phone suddenly sprang to life, the familiar ringtone cutting through the heated haze of their lovemaking. With a frustrated groan, she reluctantly disentangled herself from Y/N's embrace, quickly snatching up his discarded shirt to cover her flushed, naked form.

Hurriedly, she accepted the call, her heart pounding as ELI's face appeared on the screen.

“ELI, darling!”

she chirped, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“What a surprise! I was just... thinking about you.”

She shot Y/N a sly wink, biting her lip coyly as she settled back against the pillows, the oversized shirt barely concealing her dishevelled state.

“Oh, you know, just relaxing at home. Nothing too exciting.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N's hands were caressing her thighs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“But I'm so glad you called. I've been missing you terribly.”

Lisa glanced behind the phone at Y/N, who was mouthing his order for her to start bouncing on his cock.

Lisa shot Y/N a playful, yet stern glare as he mouthed his orders, but she couldn't help the mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning her attention back to the phone, she maintained a natural, relaxed expression.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you,”

she purred, subtly shifting her weight as she straddled Y/N's lap, his throbbing length pressing against her core.

“But I'm doing just fine, really. Just enjoying a little... 'me time,' you know?”

Slowly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I have to admit, I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Lisa tried to maintain a calm, collected expression as Y/N began silently teasing her, his hands roaming her body in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She shot him a warning glare, silently pleading with him not to give her away.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a bright smile.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you too,”

she purred, subtly grinding her hips against Y/N's growing arousal.

“But I promise, I'm taking good care of myself while you're away.”

Y/N's fingers danced along the hem of the shirt, slowly inching it higher to expose more of her bare skin. Lisa's breath hitched, but she quickly covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Her eyes flashed with a silent plea, silently begging Y/N to behave as she kept repeating her sentences in conversation with ELI, her body betraying her with every subtle shift and twitch.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as she felt Y/N's thick shaft slide into her sensitive pussy, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression as ELI asked about her dinner.

“Dinner? Oh, um, yes, of course!”

she replied, her voice wavering slightly as Y/N began to thrust into her.

“I, uh, I haven't had a chance to make anything yet, but I was just about to start.”

She shot Y/N a pointed glare, silently pleading with him to take it easy, even as her inner walls clenched around his invading length.

Lisa's eyes fluttered, her expression momentarily betraying the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Biting her lip, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' to Y/N, her hips rolling in time with his punishing thrusts.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a breathless smile.

“Sorry, ELI, I, uh, I guess I got a little distracted there for a moment,”

she said, her voice laced with barely-contained arousal.

“But I promise, I'll have something ready for dinner soon. I just... I need to take care of a few things first.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N was buried inside her, a silent plea in her eyes. She was walking a tightrope, desperate to keep up the charade while surrendering to the exquisite sensations he was eliciting.

Lisa's breath hitched as Y/N's thrusts struck her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression, but her eyes betrayed the intense arousal building within her.

“Oh, that's just the TV, ELI,”

she said, her voice strained with the effort of keeping it steady.

“You know how loud it can get sometimes.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid shaft, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

ELI's frown deepened, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

As Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, she suddenly felt Y/N's hot seed flooding her womb, filling her up completely. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body, and she had to fight to keep her composure.

“Yes, finally,”

she thought to herself, a euphoric smile playing on her lips.

“Y/N's cum, right inside my pussy, and ELI is none the wiser.”

Lisa's inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last drop from Y/N's throbbing shaft. She was overjoyed, her body thrumming with a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction. In this moment, she had everything she craved - the attention of her beloved, and the hot, thick essence of her secret lover coating her insides.

Forcing a bright smile, Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, her mind racing with the delicious secret she now harboured. She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she couldn't wait to savor every last drop.

On the call

Lisa's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she turned her attention back to ELI.

“Oh, it's nothing, darling,”

she purred, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“I was just watching this movie, and the, um, the guy in it...”

She paused, glancing coyly towards Y/N as she mouthed the words 'filled me up.'

Biting her lip, she refocused on the screen, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, let's just say he did something that made me very, very happy.”

She giggled softly, her gaze flickering down to where Y/N's essence still coated her inner walls.

ELI's brow furrowed in confusion, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N continued his relentless thrusting, his thick shaft plunging into her already cum-filled depths. She fought to maintain her composure, shooting ELI a sheepish smile.

“Oh, I'm just feeling a little cold, that's all,”

she lied, her voice wavering slightly.

“The air conditioning must be on too high or something.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid length, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

Lisa's eyes flickered with growing frustration as ELI continued to prattle on about his day. She shifted uncomfortably, Y/N's relentless thrusts sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Forcing a bright smile, she gently interrupted.

“ELI, darling, I'm so sorry, but I really should get going. I have a few things I need to take care of before dinner.”

She bit her lip coyly.

“You know how it is - gotta keep this place looking nice for when you get back, hmm?”

ELI's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.

“Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa? You seem a bit... distracted.”

Lisa let out a soft, airy laugh.

“Of course, of course! I'm just excited to have the house all to myself for a little while, that's all.”

She winked playfully.

“But I promise I'll call you later, okay? Love you, ELI!”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly ended the call, tossing the phone aside as she surrendered to the relentless pleasure Y/N was coaxing from her body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she tossed the phone aside, immediately capturing Y/N's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his in a sensual tango, her movements bold and commanding. She savored every ounce of his taste, reveling in the feeling of his essence coating her inner walls.

As the kiss broke, Lisa let out a euphoric cry.

“Thank you, Y/N! Thank you for this beautiful gift - for filling me up with your cum!”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, milking every last drop from his spent shaft.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa's body trembled with pure bliss. She had gotten exactly what she craved - the undivided attention and carnal fulfillment from her secret lover, all while maintaining the facade with her unsuspecting boyfriend. In this moment, she was completely and utterly satisfied.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Lisa's hair as he gazed down at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you happy now, my dear?”

he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“The 7 days of torment are finally at an end. You're filled to the brim with my seed, just as you've craved.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled joy as she nuzzled into his touch, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

“Oh, Y/N, I'm overjoyed!”

she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

“I've ached for this moment, to feel you pulsing inside me, claiming me as your own. The wait was pure agony, but now...”

She pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“Now, I'm complete.”

Y/N chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to Lisa's forehead.

“Then are you ready for another round, my dear?”

he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“God knows what number it is at this point.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with renewed desire as she gazed up at him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“Mmm, I'm more than ready, Y/N,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I can never get enough of you. Fill me up again, make me yours once more.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly sank back down onto his throbbing length, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips began to move in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“I want to feel you explode inside me, over and over again,”

she breathed, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, Y/N. I need your cum.”

The night stretched on, filled with Lisa's desperate cries of pleasure as Y/N took her in every way imaginable. He pinned her against the wall, hoisting her legs around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing shaft. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind, eliciting a chorus of wanton moans.

Again and again, Y/N filled Lisa's womb with his seed, coating her insides until she was completely, utterly spent. But still, she begged for more, her body thrumming with insatiable desire. They christened every surface of the room, their passionate cries echoing through the air as they indulged in their carnal hunger. She had been bred, claimed, and utterly ravished - and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the night wore on, Lisa's body was wracked with wave after wave of earth-shattering orgasms. Y/N's relentless, primal thrusts filled her womb time and time again, coating her insides with his potent seed. By the time the first hints of dawn began to peek through the windows, Lisa was utterly spent, her voice hoarse from the chorus of wanton cries that had escaped her lips.

Collapsing against Y/N's chest, Lisa could barely muster the strength to whisper a soft

“Goodnight”

before succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep. But even as her eyes fluttered shut, Y/N's hunger remained unquenched. With a low, guttural growl, he began to thrust into her sleeping form, determined to claim her body once more before the night was through.

Lisa's eyes flew open as she felt the hot, thick sensation of Y/N's release flooding her sensitive depths. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body as she slowly came to, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, good morning, my love,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“I couldn't resist having one more taste of you before you woke.”

Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh, nuzzling into his embrace.

“Mmm, what a way to start the day,”

she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and lingering arousal.

“You always know how to make me feel so... complete.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly lifted herself off of his softening length, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his essence dripping down her thighs. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips, she gazed at him with adoration.

“I'm all yours, Y/N. Every inch of me.”

Lisa's eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal as Y/N's words registered. She let out a soft gasp as he began gently rocking his hips, filling her once more.

“F-four hours?”

she breathed, her voice thick with a combination of disbelief and growing desire.

“You've been... taking me, even while I slept?”

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought. She knew she should be scandalized, perhaps even angry, but the idea of Y/N using her body so thoroughly, so possessively, only served to stoke the flames of her lust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You're insatiable, you know that?”

she purred, her eyes smoldering with unbridled hunger.

“But I love it. I love how you can't get enough of me.”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. In this moment, she belonged to him completely - body, mind, and soul.

Y/N gave a few more powerful thrusts, his hips snapping forward as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum straight into Lisa's waiting womb. As his orgasm subsided, Lisa pouted her lips in an exaggerated pout.

“Daddy, I wanted my breakfast in my throat, not just my belly!”

she whined, though her tone was playful rather than truly angry.

“Not that I'm complaining about getting my womb filled, of course. But I want your cum gliding down my throat next time, okay?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I need to taste every last drop of you, Daddy. So don't hold back next time, hmm?”

Y/N yanked Lisa's head forward, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her throat. She gagged reflexively as his hot seed flooded her mouth, the sheer volume of it threatening to overwhelm her. Yet, even as tears sprang to her eyes, she fought to swallow every last drop, desperate to please her domineering lover.

Y/N's laughter echoed through the room as he watched her struggle.

“You asked for it, my dear,”

he taunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

“Now you'll have to endure it.”

Lisa's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and arousal. She had wanted this, craved it, and she refused to back down now. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him dry, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh as she milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

With that ELI’s debt got cleared.

After the 7-day ordeal with Y/N came to an end, Lisa returned to her home and resumed her life with ELI. On the surface, everything appeared normal - they continued their sweet, loving relationship, and Lisa seemed content. However, the domination and pleasure she had experienced with Y/N had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

Try as she might, Lisa found that she could no longer achieve the same level of fulfillment with ELI. His gentle caresses and tender lovemaking, while still enjoyable, simply could not compare to the raw, primal hunger she had tasted with Y/N. Her body craved the intensity, the degradation, the sheer carnal satisfaction that only her secret lover could provide.

And so, every weekend, Lisa would find herself slipping away, making excuses to visit Y/N. In his embrace, she would finally find the release she so desperately needed, her body trembling with ecstasy as he claimed her over and over again. Only then, with Y/N's essence coating her most intimate places, could Lisa truly find the peace and fulfillment she craved.

ELI remained blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's secret trysts, his trust in her unwavering. Little did he know that Lisa's heart and body belonged to another - a man who had awakened a hunger within her that could never truly be sated.

( With this the debt series is over. I wish you all liked it and loved it :) )

[feargach-exists]

Batman crack fic idea Janet Drake used to date Lady Shiva when she was in college, they break up when Janet marries Jack for social and money reasons.

Tim is born. When he's old enough the Drakes fuck off to do archeology and Janet hires a bunch of increasingly bizarre people who "owed her a favour ". There's a disgraced Russian ballerino, a mad chemist, the worlds best loclpicker, John Constantine, a black and white noire detective, some Welsh guy she found in the woods. Tim learns from all of them. Janet doesn't believe in public schools, so all of this is "homeschooling".

Flash forward, Tim is 11 Jack Drake dies on a dig in Australia, because a bird dropped a coconut on his head. Suddenly Tim has a new stepmum. Lady Shiva's nice, weirdly intense, but nothing he hasn't seen before. Janet takes over complete control of Drake industries, expands her business empire and destroyes her enemies with extreme prejudice. She teaches Tim all she knows about business. Shiva teaches him how to fight. Tim is happy he now has two mums who love and pay attention to him.

Stuff happens (I haven't figured out what yet) they find Cass and Tim gets a sister. Now, because this is DC and the children canonically yern for the streets (im thinking they're like 13 & 16 at this point), Cass and Tim become a new vigilante duo (I'm thinking Crows, one of tims nannies was an animal handler and he befriended all the crows in Gotham, they follow him around) and have perfected non verbal communication and creep out everybody with horror movie twin behaviour.

While sneaking around Gotham, they meet Steph, and she takes one look at them and decides that she likes Cass and that Tim needs to be bullied relentlessly. She is, of course, correct.

Meanwhile, Bruce is not having a good time, Jason is dead, and WE has competition for the first time in his life. He'd like to spiral into a pit of despair and find out who the new vigilantes are (and why are there so many birds?), but if he does that, Lucius will kill him or, worse, quit his job. So, instead, he and Dick are sent to therapy.

Jason comes back fully expecting to have to do a whole production out of this situation, takes one look at Bruce being forced to sit in a meeting with Janet and decides that he's fine actually, and why the fuck is Lady Shiva just hanging out at this gala with two kids hanging onto her?

By the time Damian is dropped off, everyone except for Bruce knows who the Crows are, Cass and Tim come over to hang out all the time. Damian is confused as to why The One Wo Sees All is in his father's house and how her brother manages to somehow be scarier than her. Damian does not like to be confused, so he still tries to kill Tim. This devolves into a roadrunner situation where Tim pulls out increasingly niche skills to get out of Damians traps. Later, this becomes enrichment for both of them.

When Tim is 15 and Cass 18, their mums decide they're old enough to be fine living with Bruce while they go off on their own adventures. Dick brings the Crows over to meet the Titans. He's told them about his cute baby siblings (Bruce is not the only one with an adoption problem). These children are not cute. They invoke fight or flight responses. Kon has one conversation with Tim, gets info dumped on, and falls in love immediately. He's finally found someone with an equal, if not greater, amount of weird, eclectic knowledge. Young Justice adventures are somehow even more bizarre than yj98. They are having the times of their lives.

Since Tim was never robin, Duke never started the We are Robin gang. But the Crows do have a cult, and he might be in it. His parents still get jokerised, and he starts living in Wayne manor proceeds to fit right in with the insanity (Bruce has given up on trying to control any of it).

The Justice League dreads whenever they have to meet with any of the younger Gotham vigilantes. Somehow, Jason ended up as the most almost well-adjusted one. He doesn't know how that happened either.

[euphoria-looney]

Thank you... for playing with me.

Pt.1

Bake No Hana (Nightcord at 25:00 ft. Kaito)

"It's finally come around, my punishment for having been born. In order to put an end to it, I stop breathing— Ah, I'm fed up with this."

I approached the girl who chose me last round, Penelope. I called her Penny though, and thought the name was cute.

It suits her.

Last round I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do, but she pulled me into her group, and even against the male group, we won!

It didn’t help that crunch that echoed across the room each time a team lost though, Astro has been colder than ever and the old guy got separated from me before I could follow him. I think it was fate that we all ended up on the same team.

I’m trying to sound positive because, at this moment in time, I have gone too far to give up now, whether that be hope or, the sick truth, for the money.

My mind is always racing and is looking for the truth that I’m hiding from myself. 

I’ve killed people intentionally or not, just to keep going for a cash prize that I’m not even sure I’ll win.

This isn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

I’ve said that line so many times.

When I was 5 and my mother ran away, that wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

When I kept getting neglected and abused in the manor, that wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

When I got kicked out at the mere age of 18, That wasn’t the situation I wanted to be in.

Getting into debt and sinking deeper into the amount needed to pay back, I bet you can think of the line I said next.

And now with all the corpses I’ve been near, the money dropping into the pig, the masked soldiers that looked upon you with their weapons, was this really how I was going to be free from debt? Was this the situation I wanted to be in?

“Hey!” Penny turned to look at me.

“Want to pair up?” I tilted my head at her.

“Why should I?”

“I don’t picture you going around here and begging these jerks.” I looked around at our options.

“Wouldn’t that bother you?” I raised an eyebrow to her.

“Bothering me or not isn’t the concern, winning or losing is.” Despite that, she didn’t make any plans to move away from me.

I cheered fondly at her.

“Then play with me, I’ll make sure you’ll win.”

“What will you do?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“... What do you see in me?” 

“Well, I wanted to ask you that.”

“You were someone who looked like they would come with me.”

“I feel the same way.” I raised my hand offering a handshake.

She took my hand, so warm compared to how she acted, and I tightened the grip before releasing her hand.

I’m glad we got the teams out of the way before the timer ended.

—

Third POV

“Alright, there's a five-minute break before the games start, my good sirs. Do whatever you’d like before coming back to meet up and enjoy the show, they’ll be playing marble games.” The frontman announced before everyone dispersed.

“What was that imbecile thinking, joining a game like this? She even had the option to leave and she chose to come back?!” Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes out of agitation.

“They did…” Duke murmured.

“No, they didn’t.” Damian looked at Duke as if he were mad.

“Yes, they did, a while back? You were there and berated them for acting like their mother…” Duke rebutted.

“That must’ve felt so humiliating…”

Dick rubbed his arm.

“... she was probably terrified to face you again, especially with how you treated her…”

Damian piped down after that.

“You’re not any better than us, Duke. You also shunned them away,” Tim said, defending himself and the others.

“I’m not saying I’m better than anyone and this doesn’t excuse what I did but all of you guys made it known through the whole manor that she was just like her mother, so greedy for money that even when she had too much she wanted more, is that what we’re seeing in front of us though?! A girl who's so loaded but still wants more?!” That left Tim speechless and guilty.

“I know what it’s like to be financially unstable, obviously after losing my parents and trying to find them it wasn’t easy, and it didn’t make it any easier with not even a penny in my pocket, so these people “killing themselves for a little money” even though it’s a life or death situation, that’s no different then being “free” out there, especially not in Gotham. So when Bruce rescued me and treated me with kindness and support, I thought that all his kids got this treatment, but now you guys want to berate her and call her an idiot but she was forced into this position…”

He turned to Bruce but was only met with the man looking away.

“Maybe when she left this game, she realized her life wasn’t meant enough and came back to this dehumanizing environment, she didn’t come for us to help her because of the memories of last time, she probably was so nervous always walking on eggshells around us that the moment we rejected her she knew that this was her only option.”

Jason knew it wasn’t targeted specifically at him, but at one point, he knew he had a bond with [name], that innocent kid with those cute bug eyes and that gummy smile. They had something special. Then he died and came back with the news. At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed by [name]’s mom. With everything that had happened to him,, he had changed his character, so with no one to blame…

Well, you are your mother’s daughter.

Doesn’t the saying go ‘like mother, like daughter?’

Also, the situation didn’t help with him constantly not talking to her, you’d have understood the feeling he got when she came to the manor after being kicked out just to beg for money?

He seriously could not blame the situation on you, did he, or did he forget that he contributed to it too?

The ignoring, the sneering, the insults, how one looks from the person she trusted the most could shatter her heart.

And of course that would be the first conversation she had with you... You didn’t talk to her.

“Well, did you guys hear what she said to that other girl, seems she has no plans-”

A knock interrupted the chat.

“I’m sorry sirs, but the games are starting. May I have your bets?”

“240”

“Wow, all of you, just in case she ever loses, would you guys like to buy her body? I assume you’re family and had an interest in that girl?”

“You!-” Damian was stopped by Bruce, who also had his hands clenched in anger.

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.” Smiled Bruce.

“Of course, and I didn’t mean you lose the bet, it’s just that the odds are against some players and good for others.” The Frontman nodded before heading off.

“Don’t worry, guys. Just hang on. I’m finding the location as fast as I can,” Oracle said through the earpiece before they left for the lounge.

Their nice, comfortable lounge.

—

If I am ready to die, why not know a little bit more about the person I’m spending my last moments with?

“You know~ since the last Joker attack nothing has been this tragic…”

“What game are we playing?” No small talk then… but that’s okay.

“Dang, you’re cold as ice.”

“What game are we playing, girl?”

“You tell me. These games are probably only known to these oldies, tell you what let’s make our own game, ten marbles we could do anything with that.

“So let’s… end this game in a single round.” I looked down at my lap.

“All or nothing. A simple bet.” I looked back at her again with my stupid smile that showed my gums and tilted my head.

It was something I was used to doing a lot as a kid.

I don’t know why I’m acting like this, maybe it’s because my misery will finally end.

That took a dark turn. Let’s get back on track.

“Don’t tell me you’d… rather do what they’re doing?” 

We looked at the old guys behind Penny, throwing their marbles that hit against each other. What was the purpose of the game?

Get the other players' marbles out before they do.

“Okay. Playing what then?” 

I huffed in amusement. 

“What’s with the hurry?” 

“You’re just dying to kill me, huh?” I teased

That was a rhetorical question, we both knew it…

At least I knew it was.

“We’ve got a lot of time on our hands, and we’re playing one round. What’s the rush?”

“What are we gonna do before then?”

“Talk” It had been a while since I’d done that with somebody in this hellhole.

“About what?” 

“Things we never told anybody about I guess.”

“One of us is gonna die, so… it doesn't matter what we tell each other. No one can really embarrass themselves anymore. Okay?”

—

“How long have you been in Gotham? It isn’t a place where one would particularly reside.” We were both sitting at the stairsteps at this point.

I started with a question.

“Just been here since I was born, my mom found the “love of her life” here. She said we’d enjoy it”

“Did you?”

“...” She didn’t reply but rather stayed silent.

“Your family, are they still here with you?”

“My brother.”

“Any parents?”

“My father died getting shot in some back alleyway, at the wrong place, at the wrong time.”

“And your mom?”

“She got high off of drugs when she lost my dad, she overdosed not too long ago and her family took her away from us blaming us for the reason she suffers. I don’t know if she’s still alive and recovering or dead.”

“Where’s your brother now then?”

“In a shelter,” she hesitated. I was asking more than giving, but she still replied, and that was enough for both of us.

“If you win this and get the money, what will you spend it on?”

“Buy a house for me and my brother, then take us somewhere else, Gotham is no place for us, even if the top schools are here, there’s a price to pay for everything.” She was right about that.

I scoffed a little bored of that answer.

“Hey~ with this amount of money you could buy that and so much more- is there anywhere you’d like to travel?”

“Houma.”

“Houma?”

She nodded her head.

“It looked peaceful and had lower crime rates than most places. It didn’t look like Gotham at all.”

I couldn’t help but huff at that.

“Hey. Don’t you think you should dream bigger, huh? Do Keystone City. Hold on– Go to Metropolis instead. They even have lower crime rates than most.

Penny finally turned her head around and looked at me for once out of this entire conversation.

“Metropolis?”

“Yeah, the Superfam lives there. You know the Kryptonite versions of the Batfam in Gotham?”

It seems she didn’t care much about superheroes which made me giggle.

“Really?”

She shook her head.

“Oh no, then we have you fix that, we’ll have a girl’s night out every week in Metropolis and get to meet the Superfam in the flesh, okay?” 

She looked away at that.

“Oh, guess we can’t both leave here?”

…

“Back when my father was alive he was the perfect guy, he was too generous for his good, I was too naive as a kid rushed into the room where he laid to rest before he was covered and saw his gorey body,” Penny told me.

“The first body I saw was this poor kid on the side of the street abandoned just like me, he died inhaling too much of Scarecrow’s gas.”

“Abandoned?”

“Oh! I haven’t told you my backstory, it’s not as tragic as yours, no. My mother married a billionaire and took cash before running away without me when I was five. Everybody blamed her actions on me, making me feel too shameless to ever ask for cash, then I got kicked out at eighteen and took too much debt for regular supplies and school debt then landed here.”

“I wonder if I had money, what would I do… Go to Houma with you?”

A silence ensued between us making me look away.

“Sorry, I forgot again.”

As the timer started running out the sun kept going down even lower. Penny stood up.

“Let’s do this.” I smiled at that.

—

Third POV

By now, some VIPs were disappointed not because they had lost money but because they had lost the guessing game of lives.

Others were happy with the result.

But for our main characters well, can you guess how they’re feeling?

Unnerved, whatever [name] was planning. Are they going to win this game, or will they lose? Would the Wayne family see their dear family die with a bullet to the head?

Bruce never meant to treat you like that, but you’d have to understand your mother betrayed him, and you were there… and you didn’t do anything.

Oh, what could you have done? 

Alert the whole house of her leaving? Then what?

It was never your fault, you did everything you could to appease them, they just never forgive your mother.

—

We stood up passing a dead body and went to an “empty” land.

“Whoever can roll it farther than the other person wins, okay?”

I let Penny get the head start.

I held my marble in my hand.

Pondering.

I didn’t have much to live for, did I?

I had no friends, no family, and nothing to my name other than the daughter of a gold digger or the bastard child.

What’s the point?

I I guess this game was pointless after all.

I let the marble slide off my hands landing a few inches from my foot.

Straightening my posture I feel Penelope approach me.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed me by the collar of the tracksuit.

“You win, I lose.”

“Stop. Why the hell would you try to do that?” She still kept a firm hold on me.

“Butter fingers, what can I say?” I chuckled, scrunching my eyebrows at her.

“Making sure I won. Is that what this is?”

She slammed me into the wall again.

“Did you think I would be grateful? Throw it again.” She demanded.

“And I still wouldn’t be able to win.” I kept my smile on.

“Ugh, don’t be dramatic and let me die in style, hm?” 

This was the reality, and if one of us had something memorable to do once we had gotten out of there, it would be her. Wouldn’t it?

“[name], that’s bullshit! Stop acting cool and just do a real throw!”

I sighed no longer keeping my damn smile on my face.

“I have nothing.”

“What?” Penelope didn’t let go, though. It seemed like she would allow me to talk a bit more.

“You have a reason to get out of this place… I don’t.”

Penelope kept breathing shakily. 

“I thought hard about what I would do, over and over, nothing. It’s like a dead end.” I felt myself tearing up.

I didn’t want to burst out in tears, I hadn’t done that in a while. 

I’ve always hated getting emotional, but it feels like a relief to get it off my chest.

“If anybody has a reason to go back out still there, it’d be you.” I laughed despite tasting the salty tears that leaked from my eyes.

Penelope didn’t seem the type to get emotional either, though that didn’t stop her from letting a couple of tears flow.

“Don’t die here, go out there… and find a place where you and your brother can reside. Far from any crime preferably to Houma.” I chuckled.

…

As Penelope walked away, I didn’t want that to be how our interaction ended, no, not like this pathetic goodbye.

“Penny!” I wasn’t sure she’d respond to that nickname but to my surprise, she stopped.

It made me widen my eyes briefly before going into a somber expression.

I held in my tears at that moment, stabilizing my voice.

“Thank you… for playing with me.” I was glad the guard let me have my closure, you don’t think they’d have the heart with their roles.

BANG

Player 240, eliminated.

—

The blood sprayed out before her body collapsed onto the ground with a sickening thud.

This wasn’t the situation anybody wanted to be in.

— 

That’s it for now. In the next part of this option, the Batfamily will suffer and have flashbacks, as one does. If anyone has any advice on how to write some scenes, that would be spectacular.

I’ll be working on a request and then my So Much More series before getting to Astro! And then maybe the next part of this, so don’t expect it anytime soon. That’s all from me!

Taglist time! ❤

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Hi, sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if your planning on updating Congratulations! It's Triplets anytime soon? Because I kinda wanna see what happens once they actually sit down and talk through their misunderstandings because honestly although jazz is probably too busy to go through with it now she was training herself to be one of 2 courses in college which was either neurology or phycology so I figured she'd be the first to recognize that they need to have a sit down and talk with everything laid out or at least partially laid out, it being a really long really difficult conversion with tears trauma flashbacks and probably cake (because let's be honest this convo needs comfort food) and by the end of it they might not even fixed all the misunderstandings they had but it's a start in the right direction :)

"I'm sorry the kids threaten you. They can be a handful," is the first thing out of Jasmine's mouth. She is holding a glass tray with delicious-smelling lasagna, wearing a teal dress that hugs all her curves and seems dolled up for a night out.

She marches right by him, her long red hair falling into wavy curls down her back like waterfalls. They sway with her movement as she leads the way to the dining room.

On the table is a dinner set for two, red candles lit, and the lights dim. It makes him think of all those silly scenes in romance novels he consumed growing up. Jasmine places the tray in the center of the table alongside a salad. She carefully pours some bubbling water into two champagne glasses, humming.

Once done, she turns towards him, taking off the apron wrapped around her front. It reveals a nice but modest view of a split on her dress ending on the edge of her midleg.

"I told them to get you so we can have a dinner date. Bruce offered to babysit for the night." She proclaims, crossing her arms. "I want to see if there is a future for us or if the god of time is just an idiot."

Jason is so stunned by her beauty that he can't find any words to respond. He feels like she just pulled out a live fish and threw it at his face. While he's busy gawking like a fool, the three children squirm in his arms before he feels little hands fumbling around the edge of his helmet.

He jerks his neck away, a warning of bombs on his lips, only to bite his tongue when Dan bypasses his security to pull off the helmet with a laugh. At the same time, Dani reaches up to rip the mask off his face, fast and stiff enough that he swears she was a professional waxer in a past life.

He lets out a yowl, barely able to shift his words from a swear into a substitute. Danny pats his cheek, apologizing for his sibling's lack of manners. Dan doesn't seem to care because he scrambles off Jason's shoulders, head inside of the helmet that was too large for him, and races down the hallway.

"I'm unstoppable!" He screams in glee. Two seconds later, he rams into a wall, hitting it at full force due to the helmet blocking his view. He bounces off the drywall with enough force. He lands on his rear and a soft grunt.

Dani takes that chance to hop out of Jason's arms. She runs at a speed he's sure kids shouldn't be able to reach without having the Allen family gene, tackling Dan before his son can get up. In a tussle that looks too violent for five-year-olds, Dani rips the helmet out of Dan's hands and books it down the hallway, cackling like a loon.

"No! Dani! Give that back!" Dan demands, leaping to his feet and running after his sister. The voice modifiers of their outfits make them sound darker than usual, but it does not make them sound threatening.

Danny sighs heavily. "I better go stop them before that thing blows up. Treat my mom well, or I'll be forced to hurt you."

He patted Jason's cheek again, carefully climbing down to the ground. Despite his words, he calmly walks out of the room, hands tucked into his Prince of Gotham suit pants as if he were going on a casual stroll. The second he reaches the door, he grabs the handle and tugs to close.

Just as it's about to seal, he points two fingers toward his green glowing mask eyes and then points them aggressively at Jason. Once his warning is received, he finishes closing the door.

Jason is left standing in the room, confused out of his mind. It all happened so fast that he was unsure if the kids planned that exit or if they were honestly just like that. It burns to not be sure.

He should.

He is their father.

"Well, sit down. We have a date to get through." Jasmine commands, pushing some of her red hair out of her face. She levels an even calculating stare on him, making him feel she is more prepared for a business meeting than anything romantic. "Let's see what the god of time has in store for us."

[impactrueno]

some stuff about lydia's jacket in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. hope you guys are ready for another thinkpiece no one asked for:

right so. colleen atwood decided to give lydia (and rory) these garments that seemed so unfinished it was distracting me. but i know there's a reason for every costume choice, so i watched this super short rundown she gave about a few of the outfits in one of the promotional videos for the movie, but i was disappointed that she didn't say anything about this one. i knew i had to draw it at some point so i really needed to know what it's supposed to be. a friend who went to the Afterlife Experience prop exhibition even took photos of the damn thing up close at my request, just so i could take a closer look and see if i could figure it out. but nothing. i didn't know how to draw it and it was driving me insane. i felt stupid. like what am i missing here

months later here i am, browsing pinterest for my beetlejuice inspo boards and i randomly find it and others like it:

and this is how i learned that these were created by british designer elena dawson. the way this article described this style made everything make sense:

Her Victorian frocks with unfinished seams and hanging fabric strips speak of ghostly things, simultaneously ephemeral and imprinted with history, the stuff of Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter, a witchy presence in the world that no longer cares for fairy tales.

more:

Maybe it is this ghostly presence that informs Dawson’s work, which reflects her fascination with death. “The relation between clothing, ritual, and death is of great interest to me,” says she. “In some respects, through clothing I am also working through my relationship to death.”

and the way she described it herself:

“When you work on alterations you are really tearing the guts out of the garment, performing a sort of autopsy—you really get to see a garment at its most vulnerable point. Observing this state of semi deconstruction in the making of a garment or shoe is what I like to retain in my finished work.“

oh my god.

the clothes are lydia. they are purposefully incomplete.

lydia's whole deal in the movie was that she was messed up from of all the shit she's been through to the point where she's no longer herself. the events in her life have been slowly picking the threads of what kept her together, what makes her her. delia has this great line that basically sums up lydia's pathos in the movie: "you need to take back your life from those hanger-onners, from this thing," meaning rory and beetlejuice. "where's the obnoxious little goth girl who tormented me all those years ago? it's time to find her."

i'd wager they made rory wear the same style of deconstructed jacket for the funeral specifically because he was trying to come off like this was a tragedy to him just as much, that he's "vulnerable" like the deetz women right now. you know, his whole modus operandi and all (unnecessarily large handkerchief included.) interestingly enough, lydia does NOT wear the loose thread jacket that would match rory's coat here. her own outfit is still by the same designer though, so it's like...they match, but also don't. they're in a relationship, but don't fit together.

according to interviews, using elena dawson designs was winona ryder and justin theroux's idea that they brought up to colleen atwood, and can i just say that i love how much input they had on their characters? justin in particular had SO much fun playing rory, his interviews are great. he owned the role. he knows a lot about fashion, so he was the first one to suggest this look and vibe for him.

as for winona, she wore dawson herself multiple times during the promotional tour for the movie. like, this is just her actual wardrobe. you can tell she had fun trying to emulate lydia's bangs and ponytail with these fits too.

i don't know much about fashion, honestly. but i love character design and telling a story through a character's clothes. so obviously i'm nerding out about this hardcore. perhaps i should learn more about fashion so i can do cool stuff like this too.

[randomness-in-motion]

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them?

Makié is 30, they don't celebrate their birthday. Their father gifted them a book about Wyverns on their 8th, it was the last gift they received and their most cherished for that reason.

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

The scars across their body from an overload of electric magic when they were 8 1/2. Occasionally they'll have either emotionally overwhelming moments or moments of overexertion that lead to magic overload, causing the scars to become irritated/inflamed.

🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved?

Haven't currently written about them having any arguments that were serious, though I do have one in mind for a future entry due to a recent spree of writing. I think Lucanis is going to be doing some apology baking.

🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard?

Makié has an older sister and a twin brother. They have not seen them since they were 8 1/2, and haven't been able to find out what happened to them in the years since. Their closest friend Dalia is more of a surrogate mother figure, and is also the person that rescued them and brought them to the Crows after they'd healed. She still lives in Treviso and Makié visits her as often as possible.

🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold?

A desire demon actually tried and failed around a year before Makié ended up being sent off with Varric, and then tried and failed again not long after they'd joined Varric. If there were a demon that could actually succeed, it would be a Despair Demon.

🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end?

Prior to Veilguard Makié had only been in one relationship, they'd been seeing a Veil Jumper. Iseri was adventurous and bad at taking advice when focused on a goal. The relationship ended when Iseri did not survive an encounter with a Venatori lackey.

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

Hibiscus and Honey, and occasionally Blood Orange.

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

They have a small alcove in the top floor of a Treviso building that no one uses, when they get stressed they sneak off at night and spend time there laying in a nest of blankets & pillows staring out at the sky/stars through the window.

🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison?

Iseri, because Makié feels that is they'd just explained better then maybe Iseri would have listened and would still be alive.

🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater)

It's not so much irrational as it's due to the joy that is Crow training, but they are severely claustrophobic. Even clothes that are too snug cause them issues at times, and tight hugs are rarely accepted.

🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments? 💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like?

They nearly died at 8 1/2. Their last thought as they lost consciousness was "Ir abelas, Mamae."(I'm sorry, Mother). Makié and Viago argue a lot due to Makiés' impulsivity and Viago's overprotectiveness. Viago should just make a stamp that says 'Actions have consequences' and bonk Makié on the forehead with it during every argument where Makié responds with 'But it worked!' just to save himself some time. The moment they were sent away had Viago trying to not let it get to him, and Teia giving him a look as they led Makié away after reassuring them that it was only temporary.

🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food)

They managed to get the person who saved them to take them to where they'd lived to see if their family was there, and when they weren't, Makié retrieved the book on wyverns that their father had gifted them and a thin delicate silver chain of their mothers. When Makié went to the Crows, Dalia kept the items safe for them as fledglings weren't allowed to have belongings.

🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish?

Makié has a discrete Antivan Crow tattoo between and just slightly below their breasts. They nearly fell asleep as they were getting it(they don't sleep much).

🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

They were 8 1/2, it was an act of despair and rage followed by loss of consciousness. Upon waking, Makié was angry that the last two had gotten away.

Woe! Rook ask game be upon ye!

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them? 🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred? 🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved? 🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard? 🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold? 🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end? 🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say? 🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse? 🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison? 🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater) 🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments? 💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like? 🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food) 🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish? 🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

[vanillarosekiss]

♡ p!link ♡

can you tell i'm really craving him right now?

warnings: smut, bsfdad!simon x reader, size kink if you read into it, age gaps, not considered very ethical to fuck your bsf's dad but... :b

He was so hot. Every time you came round your best friend's house, because her dad was so accompanying, you could never take your eyes off him. You'd often go home and touch yourself to the little interactions you'd had with him the previous day, which were all innocent of course. He was just so much bigger than you, so strong, and he was extremely good looking for a guy his age. A small part of you was self conscious of the fact it was deemed morally wrong to think of him that way, you felt like it was a crime against your best friend. Although.. it wasn't like anything was going to actually happen, right?

Another Saturday night rolled around and you arrived at their house, not bothering to knock before you went inside because they were used to you coming over so much; you even knew where the spare key was.

It got quite late fast, and after a long girly talk of boys, updating each other on love life's and doing face masks whilst eating a takeaway, you got changed into your pyjamas. You both slept in her room, usually watching shitty, low-budget romcoms before drifting off into a drowsy sleep, but tonight you were restless. You decided to wait until she was asleep, and got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise.

Going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you made the awful mistake of accidentally bumping into her dad. Simon. The sheer size of him made it almost impossible for you to not lose your balance, and he grabbed your shoulders so that you wouldn't fall over.

"Are you ok? Sorry, I didn't see you" he said calmly, checking you were alright.

You blushed a little, and nodded without saying anything. If it wasn't obvious that you had a thing for him before, it definitely was now. He was bound to notice soon anyways, your night clothes becoming slightly more revealing each week.

Simon glanced down, noticing how much of your cleavage was on display, for him. He kept his hands on your shoulders, one hand toying with the light pink elastic strap of your pyjama top.

"You don't have anything else to wear?" he asked, in what you thought was a judgemental tone.

"I- No I do, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. like.." you rambled and trailed off, flushed with embarrassment.

"M'not complaining, love, don't worry your pretty head" he said reassuringly, before moving behind you and gently leading you into his room to the ensuite bathroom, lower hand grazing your back lightly.

"What are you-" you began, turning but only to be met with a view of his chest.

"You want this, yeah? I'm not stupid, I can tell when a pretty thing like you wants something."

You hesitated, before giving a small, unsure nod.

"Gonna need more than that, sweeth'art."

"Yes. Please."

"Good girl." he praised, before locking the door and stripping you down completely naked for him, making you turn and admiring your body.

"So pretty. Wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

You were still shy, and stood not really knowing what to do with your hands.. hell, with your entire body.

He took you carefully and got you down on your knees, before pulling his already leaking cock from his boxers. It was big, too big. It would never fit. He could immediately see the panic in your eyes, and tried to calm you down.

"S'alright, baby. I'll go gentle on you, I promise. You tell me if it hurts too much, or you get uncomfortable, okay?"

You nod, swallowing a little anxiously.

The next thing you know, you were swallowing his cock, as he guided your head down carefully. His hands caressed your hair, in an almost soothing way, so as to make you feel safe with him. You were definitely not as anxious anymore. Just took a little praise and soft guidance from Simon.

He pulled you back before he came, making you sit on his thighs before plunging into your already soaking core, stretching you out in ways you never imagined you could be. It was hard to take at first, but it quickly became pleasurable, him using you like a little toy. Thrusting you up and down on his large cock, hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing you as he hit your g-spot over and over again.

"God you feel amazing." he groaned, thrusting fastening at the sound of your preciously soft moans. He adored how little and delicate you were, so pliable in his hands.

It was safe to say that the next day, his looks and subtle lingering touches were no longer innocent. You were his pretty little secret, and unless you no longer wanted him, it would stay that way.

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I'm so obsessed with how you wrote jayvik x baby!reader like literally had me giggling and kicking my feet could you maybe write something with how the deal with the reader as a toddler?

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ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ! || 1205 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡ��ʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪᴛ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ! (ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ :ᴅ )

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ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

A few years had passed, and life in Piltover had changed dramatically for Jayce and Viktor. The lab, once a bastion of uninterrupted innovation and relentless experimentation, had transformed into something else entirely: a home.

It wasn’t just the familiar hum of machinery and the scribbled blueprints scattered across every surface that defined it anymore—it was the echo of tiny footsteps, bursts of laughter, and the occasional crash of a vase or misplaced tool when Y/N’s boundless curiosity got the better of her.

It all started on a rainy afternoon, with thunder rumbling softly in the distance. Jayce was pacing the lab, muttering to himself as he worked through the schematics of a particularly stubborn design. Viktor, ever the calm presence, sat at his workbench, meticulously fine-tuning a device with his characteristic precision. Meanwhile, Y/N, barely past her first birthday, was sitting on the floor by Viktor, surrounded by a scatter of toys and makeshift inventions the two had crafted to entertain her.

Viktor, always observant, noticed something out of the corner of his eye. "Jayce," he called, his accented voice cutting through the low hum of the lab’s machinery. "Come here. Quickly."

Jayce stopped in his tracks, immediately alert. "What? Is something wrong?"

Viktor didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he gestured toward Y/N. She was gripping the edge of a low table, her tiny legs trembling but holding firm. Her little fists clenched tightly, her face a mask of fierce determination. She’d been crawling for months, but this—this was something new.

Jayce’s eyes widened. “Wait, is she…? Is she going to…?”

Viktor nodded, his usual reserved demeanour softening with a rare smile. “Yes. She’s about to walk.”

Jayce crouched down a short distance away, arms outstretched, his heart pounding with excitement. “Come on, Y/N! You can do it, sweetheart. Come to me.”

Y/N’s bright eyes flicked between the two men, as though she were weighing her options. Then, with a shaky breath, she released her grip on the table. Her first step was hesitant, her chubby legs wobbling like a newborn fawn. But she didn’t fall. Encouraged by her small success, she took another step, and then another.

Jayce’s grin widened with every movement. “You’re doing it! You’re walking, Y/N!”

Viktor watched, his cane resting lightly against his leg, his expression one of quiet pride. “Good job, little one. Slow and steady,” he murmured softly, his tone filled with warmth.

Finally, with one triumphant lurch, Y/N stumbled into Jayce’s waiting arms, giggling with pure delight. Jayce scooped her up, holding her close, his chest swelling with pride and love. Viktor, ever the pragmatist, allowed himself a rare chuckle, the corners of his lips quirking upward as he tapped his cane lightly on the floor.

“She’s incredible,” Jayce said, spinning her around as she squealed with laughter.

“She takes after us,” Viktor replied with a smirk, his tone teasing but affectionate.

A few months later, another milestone would cement Y/N’s place as the centre of their world. It was a quiet afternoon in the lab, the kind of day where the rhythm of their work was soothing rather than frantic. Y/N was seated on the floor with a pile of building blocks. She was babbling to herself, her nonsensical words punctuated by occasional squeals of delight as she stacked the blocks into precarious towers.

Jayce glanced over from his workstation, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “What do you think she’s trying to build?” he asked Viktor, who was immersed in his own project.

Viktor didn’t look away from his notes. “Knowing her, it’s probably an improvement on one of your designs.”

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head. “Always so supportive, Vik.”

Then, without warning, Y/N paused her babbling. She looked up from her blocks, her bright eyes locking onto Viktor. With a grin that could only be described as mischievous, she pointed a chubby finger at him.

“Vik!” she exclaimed, her voice clear and triumphant.

Jayce froze, his eyes widening. “Did you hear that?!”

Viktor set down his tools, his usually sharp focus now entirely on her. “Say that again, Y/N.”

She grinned, clapping her little hands together. “Vik!”

Viktor’s expression softened in a way that few had ever seen. He leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes filled with quiet wonder. “You see? She already knows who the brilliant one is.”

“Oh, come on,” Jayce said, mock-pouting as he folded his arms. “I was hoping her first word would be ‘Dad.’”

Y/N, sitting on the floor surrounded by her building blocks, looked up at Jayce with wide, curious eyes. She tilted her head, watching him intently as if trying to decode his words.

“Da… da…” she stammered, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Da-da!”

Jayce froze for a moment before his face lit up like the hexgates on launch day. Laughing, he scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around as she giggled in delight. “That’s right, Y/N! I’m Dada! You’re brilliant!”

Viktor, who had been quietly observing the scene from his chair, raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “Congratulations, Jayce. It seems we’ve got ourselves a parrot.”

Jayce stopped spinning, holding Y/N close as she babbled happily in his arms. He shot Viktor a mock glare. “Oh, come on, Vik. Let me have this moment!”

Viktor chuckled softly, leaning back with his cane resting against his leg. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Soon enough, she’ll be repeating every ridiculous thing you say.”

Y/N looked at Viktor then, her tiny finger pointing at him as if she understood the teasing. “Da-da!” she exclaimed again, clearly pleased with herself.

Jayce grinned triumphantly. “See? She’s already on my side.”

Viktor simply shook his head, his smile lingering. “Or perhaps she’s just practising. Either way, I’m sure we’ll regret teaching her to talk soon enough.”

As Y/N grew, her personality blossomed into a unique blend of Jayce’s boundless enthusiasm and Viktor’s sharp intellect. She was endlessly curious, always asking questions or poking around the lab, much to Viktor’s exasperation.

One day, Jayce found her sitting on Viktor’s lap, a pencil clutched in her tiny hand as she scribbled furiously on a scrap of paper. Viktor watched her with an air of bemused tolerance, his usual sharp comments replaced with gentle guidance.

“You’re not improving the efficiency of my designs, little one,” Viktor remarked, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

“Helping!” Y/N insisted, her voice firm.

Jayce leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a proud smile playing on his lips. “She gets that stubborn streak from you, you know.”

“Debatable,” Viktor replied, though the slight quirk of his lips betrayed his amusement.

The lab, once a sanctuary of order and precision, had become a chaotic but joyful haven. Blueprints were often covered in Y/N’s colourful doodles, and half-finished inventions were occasionally ‘improved’ with glitter or stickers. But neither Jayce nor Viktor would have had it any other way.

Through every milestone, every laugh, and every mess, they grew closer as a family. They were an unconventional trio, perhaps, but in their own way, they were perfect. And though neither Jayce nor Viktor had planned for this life, they knew without a doubt that they wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.