#tw: daddy mention

[sweetistmariexoxo]

Me and who? 🤭

[xan-izme]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬

Prologue

Part 1

Your mother was a beautiful kind and dangerous woman. In short. She was a Falcone. And for young Bruce, being with her was a thrill. Being Batman gave him a thrill, but your mother was a different kind of thrill.

Till she got pregnant. And the thrill was gone.

Your mother kept you of course. Counting the days till she gets to hold you in her arms. And when she finally got to hold you, to feel you close and hear your sweet little voice. The rest of the Falcone men decided that your mother wasn't ready to take care of you. So, they forced you out of her arms and sent you to Bruce.

Bruce held you once. And immediately passed you to Alfred. He was too young to become a father. (Never mind the fact he was already acting as a father to two boys)

He didn't have time to play daddy. Deep down Bruce did come to care for you over the years and attempted to try and hold you. But then Jason died, Dick distanced himself. Holding you, an innocent little thing, felt wrong.

When you were eight. You had tantrums. Night terrors. terribly scared of the dark. Thunderstorms especially. Gotham famous for its long dark nights and loud thunderstorms. Bruce, too busy with his new sidekick, Tim. Didn't have time to comfort you. No matter how heartbreaking your scrams for him were. Crying for him, so he can save you from whatever nightmare you have woken from.

But only Alfred occasionally Dick, would come and save you.

Bruce would give you toys, new dresses as a form of apology. He wouldn't give it to you directly. But have Alfred give it to you or leave it in your room when asleep. But no matter how many new toys he gives you. Those nightmares just never stopped.

Due to the neglect. Your mother was able to meet with you secretly. As years passed, she was able to steal you away when Alfred wasn't hovering around you. Take you to shop and give you whatever you wanted. Holding you in her arms and not wanting to let go.

Slowly, your mother was gaining the favor of some of the Falcones. To let her have you back. To welcome you back into the Falcone family. Once she gets the whole family to agree. She can make a case of child neglect against Bruce Wayne and take her sweet Babygirl back.

But when you were ten. Your powers began to kick in. You told Bruce, hoping your father would help you. Help you understand. Bruce, told you to keep it a secret. And to tell no one else.

Having a kid who was a meta was the last thing he needed at the moment. Trying to re-connect with Jason who still had deep hate for him instead focusing on his first-born child who was struggling to understand.

You felt like a freak.

And it wasn't long till you lost control of your powers. To keep it short. You accidently killed a few other kids with your powers. It was an accident. You swore. You see you would have just been left off. Your a kid. It was an accident. But most of all your a Wayne. But one of the kids you killed was a Falcone.

And Bruce couldn't risk you getting killed. He cared about you. Just not as much as he should. So, to avoid the wrath of the Falcone's. Bruce had to claim you were mentally ill. Sending you to Arkham. Only for a few months. That's what he said to you. That's what he promised.

You did your six months in Arkham. Six months turned to eight. Eight months turned to ten. Ten months turned to two years. Then finally, you were taken out from your cell. Lead by two prison guards. They said you had a visitor. You assumed it was another reporter. But was proven wrong when you see Bruce on the other side of the thick glass. You were shocked but happy to see your father.

"Daddy." You spoke softly as you slowly smile, putting your hand on the glass. Bruce hesitates to put his hand on the glass, once he does, he focused back to you. Your eyes stared at him with so much love and hope.

". . . Your case. . . the court decided you're, too unstable to attend court, so. . ." Bruce didn't look at you as he spoke. So, he couldn't see the smile on your face fade. Confusion taking over.

"But. . . I did my six months. . . I-I've been here for a year! Daddy, please I didn't do it on purpose!" You were on the edge of crying.

"I promise. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." Bruce wanted to try and console you. But that was harder due to the glass between you two. He reaches out his hand to the glass once more. But the loud buzz that queued it was time for you to get back to your cell.

"Please Daddy don't let them take me!" You cried, putting both hands on the glass. You were in full despair. Bruce didn't know what to do. He can take the risk from the Falcones and get you out with a snap of his fingers. Or he can make it easy for everyone but you and wait till you serve your time.

". . . I'm sorry" Bruce can see you falling deeper and deeper into dispare.

Guards burst from the doors and had to forcefully take you away.

"No- No! Daddy please! DADDY!" Your screamed louder as the guards took you away, reaching out to Bruce who just stood there. And did nothing. As always.

Seven years later.

No one ever visited you again. Well, no one from the Waynes. But your mother visited you every week. Her visits where the only reason you kept saine.

Arkham isn't all fun and games. Obviously. You were immitted into Arkham's fucked version of rehabilitation. You started hearing things after your first month in Arkham.

. . .

You sent letters almost every day to the Wayne manor. But never got any back. None from Bruce. None from Dick. You and Tim weren't close. So, you didn't expect anything from him. Alfred prefers to call you. Wanting to hear your voice to make sure you were not lying to him when he asks of your wellbeing.

You stopped sending letters to Bruce a few months ago. Not like he'll respond anyway. You don't need Bruce. You have your mother. And she's all you'll need. She's your world now, your reason to keep living this pointless life. And once you're out, Mama promised to give you a big hug. Which you so desperately needed.

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

"𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢. . . 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎?"

[misseyres]

on my work computer: electoral integrity & open data handbooks

on my phone:

[helloitsbees]

[wlfawnbby444]

t1ny gf 'sp0'

[conor-x]

Friendly reminder to respect her boundaries. 🤝

[chosokamosbf]

(N)SFW JASON TODD / RED HOOD HCs.

☆ 18+ only/no minors.

WARNINGs: 18+, gn (gender non-implied)! reader, daddy/mommy kink, mentions of abuse (jason nor reader are doing it), minor mention of blood, sub/dom, pain play, fear play, "prey/predator," brat taming, reader is referred to as "prince(ss)" and "sweetheart" once.

WORD COUNT: 900-ish+

Based on canon, I firmly believe he's on the ace spectrum, specifically demisexual. And even then, he rarely experiences sexual attraction at all for his partners. This isn't because he doesn't love them (enough) or any other assumptions similar to that; it just doesn't happen much.

Furthermore, as much as he'll indulge you here and there if you do, (sexual) intimate moments with Jason would be far and few between, making them all the more important to him.

He's a switch, leaning on dom and top. Mostly because he likes the control and is more comfortable that way. Getting him to be submissive instead is a gradual endeavor. He doesn't hate it; it just takes a lot of patience and trust.

First and foremost on actual kinks, I think Jason has a thing for "daddy," both on the receiving and giving ends. He likes the title, and he's definitely the type to whisper something like, "C'mere, sweetheart. Give daddy a kiss." in even private, innocuous moments just to mess with you.

(Note: I don't think he'd have as much of a mommy kink because—y'know.)

Rough sex is a top favorite of his. This goes hand in hand with play wrestling as a form of foreplay, breathing heavily down on his partner just to continue that energy into bed with sweat-slick bodies. It's less about "winning," and more about being allowed to confide in someone in a way and the fun that can come with it. He wouldn't be against being the sub in this situation either, even if his partner is weaker than him, because he knows how important control can be in bed, so he'll let them win. Sometimes. He trusts you, and he wants you both to feel good.

Degradation/praise wise, he'll give either out depending on the moment. He's going to tease and utter dirty shit like, "C'mooon, prince(ss). You're sounding like a real whore for someone who didn't want it a couple minutes ago—" if you tried to struggle against. It depends more on the moment than position because he could be pounding into you and huffing out praise right next to your ear with what little air he's catching, to riding you, telling you to keep up while his head is already thrown back.

He enjoys pegging a lot, but as always, it's going to take some convincing to get him to comply.

Brat taming is another go-to of his, along with sub/dom. On the other end, it seems to be a near equal opposite—he's not into it, and it can get uncomfortable real fast. There's a few times he'll indulge himself, and they're all after more intense days to sort of solidify the trust he has in you. You're not going to hurt him; he's still in control in a way.

He doesn't seem like he'd like being on the receiving end of any sort of pain play. He already deals with chronic pain on a day-to-day basis. To have it overwhelm one of the few aspects of intimacy that he loves and simultaneously take his head off things for once just doesn't seem like it'd be enjoyable for him. No, on the giving end—

(Note: I'm not into pain play myself, nor do I even know what even makes it enjoyable for people, so I'll be segmenting this with fear play and "prey/predator.")

It wouldn't be something he'd ever bring up, far from it, but if it's what you like, he'll gladly take a knife in a steady hand to softly trace it down from your stomach to your underwear. In a smile almost cruel, he'd drag it across just enough so a few drops could be licked back up if you asked nicely enough again.

Jason knows you're just asking for it if you're weaker than him and bring up the idea of a different kind of foreplay. He'd pick a place, somewhere with a lot of spots you could try to hide away and run to (an abandoned office of sorts is the best go; he's not going to risk infections).  Just for him to stalk, pin you down with ease. If the spot he found his little prey in isn't satisfactory (or clean) enough, he'd have no qualms settling you over his shoulder like a sack and manhandling you where he wants it.

He definitely isn't going to go too far, though. As well-trained as he is, he's going to be especially attentive after any scenes involving that. Sadism isn't a big one for him. He'll enjoy it in the moment but then feel real guilty afterwards, so, just as a reminder, aftercare goes both ways.

I don't know why some people think he's into "dark" (ex. pedo stuff such as ageplay and actual rape.) kinks when he's canonically and literally has hunted down murdered several (sexual) abusers before. If you try to break boundaries, he's going to be reconsidering the relationship, and quite possibly if he even knew you as a person.

On a lighter note, consent is a big thing for him, and he's also big on aftercare. A go-to would be a bath for the both of you (stuffing the sheets in the washer right before and bandaging any "scratches" if need be.), then cuddling. Depending on whether he has the energy, he'll pop something in the microwave real quick. (Takeout is usually a last resort because the last thing he wants while enjoying the afterglow with a partner is social interaction with a stranger.)

If you wear make-up and it gets ruined by the end, like in the latter part of the previous section, if he can, he's going to help you wipe off the mess and maybe help you reapply it as a form of care.

[riickgrimes]

I thought about ending it, just stopping it all. But then, then it would just be nothing, wouldn't it? All of it for nothing. I couldn't do it, but I still decided to die.

I've been writing you letters the whole time, reaching out to feel something. Writing, just to imagine you could read them. This is my last one, the last letter I write to you that you'll never see. I love you.

I don't see the dead anymore. Or the ones I lost. Or the sun, the sky, or the water. I don't see you anymore. I just see what's ahead- metal rotors and gun oil and blood, what I have to do, what I can do to help save the world, even if you don't know I ever did that. I love you so much. I love you so, so much.

I tried. Please, just know I tried. I tried- but I failed.

ANDREW LINCOLN as RICK GRIMES THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE 1.01 - "Years"

[sweetistmariexoxo]

Excuse me I have to go masturbate real quick…

[frownyalfred]

I was scrolling your blog on mobile for enrichment at work and tumblr hit me with a bunch of ads for baby supplies. I take that to mean Tumblr also agrees Bruce needs babies ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

you and like 100 other anons, anon (jk) I have so many asks so I'm compiling some of my faves below:

[werebearbrucey]

Hot Glenn Holidays 2023 / @hot-glenn-holidays-2023 ! Day One: Baking and Sweets :] TW/CW for mention of drugs/edibles!!

Glenn makes some treats for the dads!!

[ilovestrawbs]

Bc I took today why am I so fat ???? Like my hip bones show but my tummy is really out there :( I need to 🌟ve harder . I can't keep looking like this

[chimielie]

cw: nsfw -ish (jokingly), “daddy” mentioned (jokingly). read at your own peril

i was trying to flesh out my iwaizumi characterization and instead my brain lobbed me the fact that because he is so caring and service-oriented he can sometimes end up being a bit patronizing? he’s used to telling people what to do and how to do it for their health and honestly this can translate a little bit into an accidental i-know-better-than-you vibe.

and maybe one day you’re on vacation with his friends and in between all of his bro-y snark he pushes your buttons one too many times correcting little things, contradicting you when he doesn’t need to, all with this awful smirk on his face that pisses you off as much as you like to look at it. you finally snap at him and then suddenly it’s a full-blown argument while makki/mattsun/oikawa watch on in horror, trying to shrink into the background every time one of you lobs an accusation in their direction.

the kicker comes when you say:

“you know what, i don’t feel like you’re hearing me. i think i’ll just go back to the room and cool off a bit; i’m sorry to the rest of you for this.”

“don’t apologize to them,” he sighs, and your heart lifts for a second before he opens his mouth again. “i know all this can be upsetting to hear, but i really think you should take a deep breath and maybe stretch out that right shoulder, since you get so irritable when it’s aggravated.”

the rest of the group watches in horror as you blow your lid. even iwaizumi finally seems to hear himself and cringes, but you can’t put toothpaste back in the tube.

steam seems to come out of your nostrils, your ears; you seem temporarily rendered incapable of speech with rage.

“baby, i’m—” he starts before you lob back:

“you are not my father just because you like to be called daddy!”

[blehboyspost]

oh to have someone buy me stuff i want without any questions /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

[sweetistmariexoxo]

Stop asking where I’m from, just send me a big cock and 🌽

[feroshgirlsims]

Full Name: Vladislaus Straud

Age: 24

Hometown: Henford-on-Bagley

Current Location: University of Britechester, Law School

Traits: Evil, Loyal, Romantic, Family-Oriented

Let’s get this out of the way up front, shall we? Yes, I made Vladislaus Straud sexy. But not just as a human. In my old story, he was a sexy vampire—

And a sexy personification of Fear Itself taking up residence in the body of 1500 year-old-vampire who had been divorced multiple times, had complicated relationships with his adult children and felt that murder was a very reasonable reaction to the florist delivering the wrong kind of flowers. 

I AM WHO I AM, OKAY?

Whew. Now that we have that out of the way, let's get to know Vlad!

Vlad is in law school. He loves his family and his best friend, and he would do any number of things for them that sound unsavory to most people but sound fun to him. He is both the wholesome part of this story and the bloodshed part. 

Vlad commutes to Britechester, which is how he prefers it. The entire Straud clan—grandparents, aunts, cousins, and siblings—live in a collection of houses and barns crammed together at the end of the road. It’s a semi-communal situation, which just means everyone technically has their own home, but no one respects boundaries. They have a loose relationship with legality but a strong sense of justice, which Vlad has inherited.

Although he does not like other sims, Vlad is not a loner per se. He struggles with the fact that the whole world is overwhelming and that he has to constantly pretend to emote, understand his emotions, and respond to statements in ways that aren’t alarming. But if he can be around sims where he can be himself, he’s happy to be in a group.

Okay, fine, Vlad is happy to be in a group even if that isn’t the case because he’s a bit of an asshole and gets off other’s misery.

Still, he wants to be loved. He just doesn’t think it's possible, especially since his ex made it very clear that he lacks a heart. Like Alice, he doesn’t really have a plan after graduation. Law School was more of a “thing to do” than a calling. But he will find something, or someone (not him) will die trying.