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The Incident

Before the incident, you were no one special. 

Growing up, your family belonged to the middle class, your mother a waitress and your father a construction worker. You were an only child, raised by your grandmother from a very young age, as your parents were young and unfit to care for you. Choosing to spend their time working and partying with their friends rather than looking after their baby.

You hadn’t gotten into any of the colleges in your area, so you resulted in making a basic wage by working dual jobs. Saving up just enough money for some scrappy apartment on the outskirts of Gotham.

One afternoon, just before you were able to clock out of another grooly ten-hour shift, six masked women had smashed through the front windows, raiding the store.

The back room was dimly lit, with only a couple dusty desk lamps shedding any kind of light. You were shoved to the ground and forced to sit amongst the other victims while the women gathered whatever they came for. One of them, presumably the leader, began to count the people they had captured, when she stopped and took notice of you. It was the luck of the draw, really. 

You were terrified, practically trembling as the barrel was shoved up against your temple, the hard shove against your front being the only warning to move. 

You don’t remember much after that. Seeing four of the infamous masked fighters coming to rescue your fellow workers and subdue the other robbers. You, however, weren’t as lucky.

Just as the blunt edge of Robin’s katana was slammed into the side of the woman’s weapon, a shot rang out, echoing throughout the walls. 

The weapon was knocked to the ground by the force, completely out of her reach, and she was wrestled to the ground by the vigilantes.

You’re not sure why you fell, but everything suddenly felt warm.

As the room around you grew dizzy, your head spinning from the impact, the world around you felt like it was slowly fading, blurring and darkening at the edges of your vision. The ground was growing sticky beneath you at a rapid rate, turning dark as the deep red liquid began to seep and pour out around you like a spreading fire.

You remember all four of the vigilantes rushing towards you, their faces twisted into panicked masks unlike anything you had ever seen, not even the one time when you had broken your arm as a child. They were more worried than your father would have been at the thought of you dead. 

Oh... I’m dying.

You wanted to chuckle at how absurd it was. You were barely twenty four, and here you were, lying on the cold, dirty floor of a back room, shot through the chest. 

Fuck, my chest hurts.

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, watching as the last few moments of your life were spent looking at the frantic and worried faces of Gotham's heros.

You weren’t sure why they were so devastated. They had all seen death before, first hand. You shouldn't have been any different. There was nothing special about you. You were just an average, worthless citizen, no friends, a shitty job, and an even shittier apartment.

Your hand moved to the hole in your chest, a pained scream ripping through your lips, your eyes squeezed shut.

Then it all went black.

Or.. at least it should have.

Instead, you woke up. 

Gasping frantically for air, you looked around, your heart racing. The looks of the worried teens around you were inconsequential.

Your hands flew to your chest, clawing at the covered skin, looking for the bullet wound that had once been there. It's gone…

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, a relieved sigh following right after.

Then, you finally looked up to meet the eyes of your tenth grade literature teacher.

After the incident, you had found yourself flung back nine years into the past. However, this time, things were different from how you remember them to be.

Now, a cocky, billionaire’s son was claiming to be your best friend, your neighbours, who you vaguely remember having been old, crabby couples, were now completely different. Your old friends were nowhere to be found, And the ever prevalent vigilantes in Gotham seemed almost obsessed with you.

This is a slightly over-detailed synopsis.

I created this idea while I was working on chapter three for Here, Kitty.

If you’d like me to make this drabble into full chapters, then please reblog, comment, or message me. If it gets no interaction then I will understand that it was a shit concept and drop it. If not, then I have a lot of ideas for how the plot will spiral, and a potential twist-ending.

IF anyone was interested in it, then it would include both the BatFamily and SuperFamily, as yanderes.

Thank you for reading through all of this, lovely readers💚 Feel free to send in any suggestions or questions!!

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katsuki believes the more you let yourself rest, the faster you'll get better, so when your coughs in your shared bedroom could be heard from the kitchen, he was at your side in seconds.

"didn't i tell you to stay put?" he muttered, pulling the blankets back over your shoulders as you shivered.

"i'm fine, katsuki—"

"don't 'i'm fine' me." he crossed his arms, giving you a stern look. "i don't want to see you getting out of this bed unless it's absolutely necessary."

a small cough escaped you again, and he was quick, already grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand and handing it to you. you took a slow sip, feeling it go down as you swallowed. and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could will you into feeling better just by looking at you.

"now, stay," he ordered, heading back to the kitchen. "i'm almost done with the soup."

when he returned with a steaming bowl, he sat beside you, blowing on a spoonful before carefully holding it to your lips. his usual roughness was nowhere to be seen, his hand steady and gaze focused as he fed you, one spoonful at a time.

after helping you eat, he pulled out the meds he'd gotten you earlier. "take these," he said, holding the pills and a glass of water. "they'll help."

a couple of hours later, you called for him, and he was there, guiding you to the bathroom for a shower. he held you steady, hands firm on your back as he helped you under the warm spray of water.

his fingers were gentle on your scalp, as he washed your hair and you leaned into his touch, feeling his steady presence calming the ache in your body. when you decided you'd had enough, he wrapped a towel around you, helping you pat your skin dry.

he got your favorite pair of pajama pants and one of his t-shirts, knowing you'd be most comfortable in them. he pulled the soft shirt over your head, carefully threading your arms through the sleeves, his fingers brushing lightly against your tender skin. he knelt down, guiding your legs into the pants, his hands steadying you as he helped you balance. not a single teasing remark or snide comment, only focusing on making you comfortable, and nursing you back to health.

"back to bed," he said, helping you back and tucking the blankets around you once more. his hand brushed over your forehead, lingering a little before he brought his fingers down to your cheek, to rub slow circles. "just rest. i'm right here if you need anything."

"thank you, kats," you mumbled, feeling drowsy.

and he shook his head, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he held your left hand in his, bringing it to his lips, "for better or worse, remember?" and planted a soft kiss to the promise made.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Twelve: Family

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki end up on a family trip, and (Y/N) meets all the Saikis.

            “Are you and (Y/N) almost done with your homework, Kuu?” said Mrs. Saiki, smiling at her son and his partner as they sat in the living room and worked. She was so happy the two were dating and loved doting on her child-in-law (Saiki’s face had almost broken its usual blank expression and turned red the first time Mrs. Saiki had thought of (Y/N) as an in-law. Now he was desensitized).

            “Yeah,” said Saiki.

            “Oh, good, we have to get on the road soon,” said Mrs. Saiki.

            “What’s going on?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

            “We’re visiting my parents in the country,” said Mrs. Saiki, smiling.

            “Just a weekend trip, but it’s been a while since we’ve seen them,” said Mr. Saiki. “They’re probably dying to see us.”

            “Mom and I, maybe,” said Saiki. “My grandpa doesn’t like my dad.”

            (Y/N) chuckled slightly as Mr. Saiki’s head drooped in disappointment.

            “What are you up to this weekend, (Y/N)?” said Mrs. Saiki.

            “Nothing much,” said (Y/N). “My parents are on a work trip, so I’ll just hang out at home.”

            “On your own?” said Mrs. Saiki, face falling.

            “I’m used to it,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            They are too forgiving, thought Saiki. He really had no idea how such serious parents who never had any fun managed to create such a cheerful, selfless person like (Y/N).

            “I have a wonderful idea,” said Mrs. Saiki, brightening. “Why don’t you come with us?”

            “I don’t want to interrupt a family visit,” said (Y/N), waving their hands.

            “You are all going to bother them.” And me for having a relationship, thought Saiki. He was against it.

            “No, no, we’re going to a festival in my hometown,” said Mrs. Saiki, waving her hand with a smile. “So it’s not just family, it’s fun. Come along, I insist.”

            “I really don’t want to intrude,” said (Y/N), though they did like the idea.

            “You’re part of the family! Right, Kuniharu?” said Mrs. Saiki, smiling at Mr. Saiki.

            “Right!” Mr. Saiki gave a thumbs up. “You’re Kuu’s partner, so you’re welcome to join.”

            “Kusuo, if you’re uncomfortable, I won’t go,” said (Y/N), looking at him.

            “You’re more tolerable than most of my family,” said Saiki.

            “Hey!” cried Mr. Saiki.

            “You’ll definitely get bothered,” said Saiki.

            “Your family doesn’t bother me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Then it’s decided!” said Mrs. Saiki. “You’re coming with us.”

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            “This is my childhood home,” said Mrs. Saiki, smiling.

            “It’s cute,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “I’ll call to let them know we’re here,” said Mr. Saiki, pulling out his phone. It rang, and he smiled. “Hey, Dad, I—” He frowned. “The line disconnected.”

            “He hung up,” said Saiki to (Y/N). “Grandpa is a tsundere, but he really doesn’t like my Dad.”

            “Sounds like someone I know,” said (Y/N) with a teasing smile. Saiki deadpanned, and (Y/N) chuckled.

            “We’ll just go up to the door,” said Mrs. Saiki cheerfully.

            She led the way towards the house, and as they walked from the bus station, a car drove by at record-breaking speeds. Saiki paused and looked back.

            “What’s wrong, Kusuo?” asked Mr. Saiki.

            “I thought I heard my name being called from that car,” said Saiki.

            “Kuniharu!” Grandma Saiki came outside upon hearing their voices. “Were you just talking to my husband?”

            Mr. Saiki frowned. “What? I did call, but it got disconnected.”

            “Oh.” Grandma Saiki’s face fell into concern. “He just drove off after talking with Kusuo on the phone. Wait—”

            “Yare yare.” He had just arrived, and already Saiki was dealing with problems. He teleported away.

            “Oh, good, he’ll bring your father back,” said Grandma Saiki, smiling and greeting her daughter. She noticed (Y/N). “Who’s this?” Her eyes widened. “They saw Kusuo teleport!”

            “It’s fine, I know,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I’m (L/N) (Y/N).”

            “They’re Kuu’s significant other,” said Mrs. Saiki. “Aren’t they adorable?”

            “Kusuo’s dating? How wonderful,” said Grandma Saiki. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Call me Grandma.” The Saikis were a very welcoming family (if they weren’t tsunderes, that was).

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “They’re so sweet,” said Mrs. Saiki. “And a great baker.”

            “We can always use more.” Grandma Saiki chuckled. “What with all the sweet tooths in our family.”

            “That’s how I bribe Kusuo to do things with me,” said (Y/N), laughing.

            “They know him so well,” said Grandma Saiki, as happy as could be that Saiki had such a friendly and kind partner. “Come in, come in, let me grab you all food. We have so much to catch up on!”

            “I see the car with your dad and Kusuo coming up the road,” said Mr. Saiki.

            “Good, he found him,” said Mrs. Saiki.

            The car parked, and Saiki stepped out. He looked especially annoyed, and (Y/N) was about to ask what was wrong when his grandfather got out of the car.

            “Oh! It’s you!” (Y/N) grinned.

            Yare yare, I forgot they’d met on accident, thought Saiki.

            “You’re the student who helped me buy sweets for my grandson,” said Grandpa Saiki, looking at them. “What are you doing here?”

            “Dad, this is Kuu’s significant other,” said Mrs. Saiki proudly.

            “She’s going to tell everyone, isn’t she?” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) laughed. “It’s sweet.” They smiled at Grandpa Saiki. “It’s nice to officially meet you. What a coincidence—I thought you had described someone like Kusuo.”

            This is Kusuo’s partner? My grandson is already dating? Oh, he’s bringing more people into the family! I’m not ready! They’re nice! I don’t deserve to see my grandson this happy! He’s growing up so fast! Internally, Grandpa Saiki was crying with joy. “Welcome,” was all Grandpa said.

            Saiki sighed. At least they all like (Y/N). Not that anyone could dislike them. That would be inconceivable.

            Aha, so Saiki got his tsundere tendencies genetically, thought (Y/N), amused.

            “Isn’t anyone going to say hello to me?” A third person got out of the car—this one also familiar. “Long time no see! Kusuke is home!”

            “Kusuke! What are you doing here?” asked Mr. Saiki, delighted to see his older son.

            “Ku! You came!” said Mrs. Saiki.

            “I was missing my family,” said Kusuke.

            “You’ve grown to be so handsome,” said Grandma Saiki.

            “You’re still pretty, Grandma,” said Kusuke.

            “Oh, you! Stop!”

            “I wouldn’t have come if I knew he was coming,” said Saiki. “I would have stayed home with you.”

            “That’s sweet,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Oh, what’s this, Kusuo?” Kusuke grinned. “You brought your friend to a family trip?” Saiki just glared.

            “Their Kuu’s partner!” said Mrs. Saiki. She was really excited to tell people—she really liked (Y/N).

            “You actually confessed?” Kusuke sighed. “I had been looking forward to blackmailing you some more.”

            “Huh?” (Y/N) tilted their head and blinked.

            “Ignore him,” said Saiki.

            “I told him I’d tell you about his crush on you if he didn’t play my game in London,” said Kusuke. “It worked like a charm! I really am disappointed he doesn’t have that weakness still. I’ll have to find another one.”

            “Is it that important?” (Y/N) blinked.

            “No,” said Saiki. He could deal with most of his family meeting (Y/N), and Kusuke technically already had, but Saiki had hoped to avoid Kusuke being around his partner for as long as possible—he’d only try to find a way to use Saiki’s relationship against him.

            “The last thing I need is more people in the house,” grumbled Grandpa Saiki, his usual gruffness taking over as he stepped into the house.

            “Tell Kusuke to leave,” said Saiki instantly.

            “We can put up with him for the weekend,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I’m here with you.”

            Saiki softened slightly. That made it better. Then, he saw Kusuke smirking and went back to glaring.

            Kusuke shrugged. “There’s nowhere else for me to go, so I’m staying.”

            “Good!” said Grandma Saiki. “Then we can all have dinner together. Come in, come in!” She ushered everyone inside. “Everyone is here, so I pulled out all the stops.”

            Everyone sat down, and Grandma Saiki smiled, pleased. Together, the group put their hands together in front of the food.

            “Thanks for the food!” said everyone.

            “I haven’t had Japanese food for a while,” said Kusuke, smiling as he dug in.

            “This tastes delicious, Mrs. Saiki,” said (Y/N) to Grandma Saiki.

            “I told you to call me Grandma,” said Grandma Saiki. She grinned at her husband. “Isn’t it nice to have so many for dinner, honey?”

            I’m so happy. If this is my last supper, I have no regrets. “Mm.” Grandpa Saiki just grunted.

            “The fish is so good,” said (Y/N), smiling. Saiki quietly handed them a bit of his.

            I caught it myself! thought Grandpa Saiki. Eat up! Eat lots!

            “It’s yummy!” said Mr. Saiki.

            Not you! Stop eating!

            “I brought you a souvenir from London, Grandma,” said Kusuke, giving Grandma Saiki a box.

            She opened it and exclaimed in surprise. “They’re so cute!” It was a pair of heels with little pink blows. “I love them! They were featured in Seventeen!” She hugged Kusuke. “Thank you!”

            Saiki deadpanned. “You read Seventeen?”

            “Everyone has hobbies,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “I got you a present, too, Grandpa,” said Kusuke.

            My turn! thought Grandpa Saiki joyfully.

            “Anyway, why did you come back, Kusuke?” asked Mr. Saiki. “You didn’t even call.”

            Not now!

            “I don’t have school and figured it was time to visit home,” said Kusuke. “When I heard you were coming here, I thought I’d join.”

            “You were in England for a long time, weren’t you?” said (Y/N), attempting to be friendly.

            “Six years and ninety-five days,” said Kusuke. He tapped his anti-telepathy headband. “It took me a long time to finish this.”

            “He’s going to be frustrated when he finds out about germanium,” whispered (Y/N), touching their earrings subconsciously.

            “Maybe it would finally humble him,” said Saiki.

            “As I was saying, I have a souvenir for Grandpa,” said Kusuke, walking to his suitcase and opening it.

            “Why don’t we go to the festival?” said Grandma Saiki.

            Shut up! thought Grandpa Saiki.

            “What is the festival?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

            “We went there when Kuu and Kusuke were little,” said Mrs. Saiki, remembering the event fondly. “I’d love to go again.”

            “Are you going, Kusuo?” asked Kusuke.

            “I won’t go if you go, and I’ll go if you don’t,” said Saiki plainly.

            “You don’t think your partner wants to go?” said Kusuke impishly.

            Saiki looked at (Y/N). They smiled apologetically.

            “It does sound kind of fun,” admitted (Y/N).

            Saiki let out a sigh. He couldn’t deny them anything. “I’ll go.”

            “We’ll all go together!” said Grandma Saiki. “You’ll drive us there, won’t you, dear?”

            Go to a festival with my grandsons?! Grandpa Saiki’s imagination exploded at the idea of how cute Kusuke and Saiki would look in yukatas.

            Saiki rolled his eyes at the weird fantasy. He didn’t get it.

            A picture of (Y/N) in a yukata popped into his head.

            Oh, wow. Saiki understood the appeal. He always thought (Y/N) looked nice, but a yukata would look even better than usual. And this can be a nice date.

            “Oh, no!” said Grandma Saiki. “Our car only seats five people. Two people need to stay behind.”

            “I can drive, then,” said Mr. Saiki.

            “You don’t have to come then, dear,” said Grandma Saiki to Grandpa Saiki.

            Grandpa Saiki froze, and all his thoughts went to the blue screen of death.

            “I can stay behind to give you guys a chance to catch up as family,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “No.” (Y/N) made going worth it.

            “Nonsense!” said Mrs. Saiki, smiling. “We can’t split up the couple! You two are young, you deserve a date.”

            “We can leave Kusuke,” said Saiki. He saw no problem with that.

            “Kusuo,” scolded Mrs. Saiki.

            “How about this?” said Kusuke, smiling. “People can sit on each other’s laps. If Grandpa drives, Mom and Dad can share a seat, and Kusuo and (L/N) can.”

            Mr. and Mrs. Saiki blushed and immediately began rambling about how it “could be nice but they didn’t know and only if the other was alright with it” (they were eternally in the honeymoon stage of their relationship).

            Red blossomed across (Y/N) and Saiki’s cheeks. They were both asexual, so that wasn’t even a thought in their mind, but, still, the idea of such PDA was flustering, to say the least. The most they’d done is kissed and held hands—and cuddled once in bed, but even that had some separation. Sitting on one another’s lap was a huge step up.

            “That seems unsafe,” said Mrs. Saiki, frowning.

            “That’s true,” chirped Kusuke. He just wanted to get a rise out of Saiki.

            “Can’t Kusuo meet us there? You know, teleport?” said Mr. Saiki.

            “He just won’t come,” said Kusuke.

            “Oh, honey!” Grandma Saiki’s eyes widened as Grandpa Saiki collapsed, overheated, from all the joy that spending time with his grandsons would cause him.

            “Let’s get him to his room,” said Mrs. Saiki worriedly.

            Saiki sighed and levitated his grandpa into his bedroom, laying him down.

            “It seems he fainted from all the excitement,” said Mrs. Saiki.

            “He just needs some rest,” assured Grandma Saiki.

            “I wonder what Grandpa was so excited about,” said Kusuke “innocently.” “But now we only need to squeeze in one extra person.”

            “You’re horrible.” Saiki knew Kusuke had brought the whole idea up to fluster him and put Grandpa Saiki out of commission.

            “Kusuo, will you teleport and meet us at the festival?” asked (Y/N).

            “He’ll just skip out,” said Kusuke.

            “I’ll see you there,” said Saiki (partly to spite Kusuke and completely to agree with his partner).

            “I’m picking out yukatas for everyone!” said Mrs. Saiki instantly.

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Red String of Fate

Sylus x gn!Reader

Spent like an hour talking to my roommate in the middle of posting this. Not proofread (even tho I really should) Takes place in the Raven universe

Warnings: red string of fate, birthday, past trauma, past character death, fluff, kissing, crying, presents

Word Count: 3,082

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“You ask-”

“No, you-”

You snap your fingers. The loud click shuts up the twins in an instant and draws them from the shadows of the doorway into the room. They look decidedly anxious, midway between shoving each other forward. You raise a brow at them.

They look at each other. With a shared nod, they stand side by side in front of you. “When’s your birthday?” they both ask at once.

… Really? All that fuss just to ask when you were born? You give them an unimpressed stare. Interrupting your alone time was really worth this?

“It’s just that we-”

“Were wondering since Boss’s birthday is in April-”

“And if yours is before-”

“Or after-”

“His then we can start preparing right now!”

You tap your finger against the armrest. Your persistent silence unnerves them, even after you’ve been here for almost a year at this point. It’s nice, especially now that they’ve had time to adjust to it. It took a lot of confidence to ask you such a stupid question, after all. Too bad you don’t have any interest in answering.

You turn back to your book, signaling the end of the conversation. The twins look at each other, shrug, and leave. Once they’re safely past the open doorway and down the hall, you set your book down.

A birthday growing up sounded like some magical, wondrous event. Candy, games, cake, presents. How many nights had you dreamed of them? How many times had you seen a group of kids in cone hats in the park, parents trying to round them all up so they could blow out candles and dig into the carefully decorated cakes, with cursive writing on top wishing the special one a happy birthday?

The best you managed to scrounge up was when you were maybe 10 years old, give or take a few years. A new soup kitchen opened up. You lined up on the block with the other homeless, starving people of the city. The promise of hot food was always worth the pitying glances and disgusted glares.

When it was your turn in line, after waiting all morning until your legs were just about ready to give out, the person working there had dug through a crinkled brown paper bag to give you a squished brownie wrapped in cling film. That night, an older man you’d known well, had you blow out his lighter to make a wish. You’d split the brownie with him.

When he died less than a week later, something in you died with him. You hadn’t had a brownie since, or much else in the way of sweets, for that matter. As soon as the Devil picked you up into his business, they were off the table completely. The only real thing that improved was how frequent your meals were, without the anxiety of never eating again. But not the quantity; you had to stay thin for the stage.

You don’t even remember what day that soup kitchen opened. Well, there’s no reason to look into it now. Enough bad memories have been dredged up today.

Your phone buzzes with a message.

The twins are asking me when your birthday is. I assume they already tried asking you?

They left just a few minutes ago.

There’s no response for a minute, as if he knows he’s stepping on a thin line between things you do talk about and things you’ll never talk about.

Do you want to celebrate it?

You have to take a moment to think, to consider what he’s offering here.

You have no idea when your birthday is, and he probably gleaned as much. That’s not what he’s asking, though. If you could stare at a calendar, at every single day of the year all perfectly laid out, when would you pick to celebrate your life? It wouldn’t be a celebration of your birth, but it could be so much more. You’re not even sure what adults do for their birthdays, so separated from the concept that you stopped paying attention entirely. But you could choose to do anything - everything.

Your thumb hovers uncertainly over the digital keyboard, before finally typing out a message.

I think I would.

Just say when, sweetheart.

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The second the twins are told your “birthday” is just a month away, on the day you agreed to work alongside Sylus, it’s all they seem to care about. Huddling together to excitedly whisper about it during missions, probing questions into what you like (mostly to Sylus, but sometimes they get so excited they ask you before realizing you won’t answer), hiding packages delivered to the mansion, and so on.

Sylus is much better about containing his excitement, if he is excited at all to celebrate your special day. He asks first if there’s anything special you’d like to do - dinner, shopping, traveling - you name it and he’s on it. When you admit that you have no idea what people do on their birthdays, he’s all too happy to list out things, without judgement. If he’s honest, he doesn’t do much to celebrate his own birthday either.

You think about the parties you watched as a kid. Piece by piece, you break it down into things you think you’d like.

First and foremost, you wouldn’t mind a cake or some other dessert. Sylus is right on it, suggesting that you both visit a cake shop to figure out what your preferences are before the twins go overboard with a flavor you don’t like. The owners think you’re planning for your wedding. Neither of you correct them.

Second, the games. Whether it’s Kitty Cards or Texas Hold ‘Em, you think it would be fun to play a game or two with Sylus and the twins. Gambling may or may not be involved.

Third, you remember one kid in your youth who was all dressed up in a suit by his parents, all to visit some cheap arcade. You would like to dress up. Sylus chuckles at this one, not because he thinks it’s silly, but because he’s always prepared to have a custom wardrobe built for you. He promises to have a tailor discuss your ideas with you.

As far as birthdays go, it’s nothing crazy outlandish like some of the things Sylus told you people do. At the end of the day, all you really want is to dress up, go to dinner with him (alone), come back to play games with the twins, and have cake. You don’t want the world in the palm of your hands, because you don’t need it. You’ve never wanted it.

Once your desires are laid out, Luke and Kieran calm down a bit. They’re no longer trying to plan this whole big bash, but scheming up ways to win the games against you and Boss, the notorious cheaters that they are. (They’ll never win, but they’re not going down without a fight.)

Mephisto spends the entire time leading up to the day gathering trinkets and withholding them from you. Usually, if he sees something shiny, he brings it straight to you for wordless praise and chin scratches. You know right away what he’s up to. You pretend not to notice for his sake.

Your outfit is ready in less than a week, the cake is baked with all the flavors you enjoyed at the shop, and you couldn’t be happier.

Sylus can’t tear his eyes off of you when you finally reveal your custom attire. Throughout the night, he can’t stop telling you how amazing you look, encouraging you to have more outfits made for future events. The restaurant he chose has a balcony that you two sit on, staring out over a stretch of beach. The ocean breeze carries the bite of salt, refreshing you for the rest of the night ahead.

You tell Luke and Kieran you’ll be home before midnight, but you drag Sylus out to the beach and get sidetracked. He can’t stop smiling as he holds your shoes and watches you run out into the shallow waves. The moon shines on the soft waves behind you, bathing you in an ethereal glow. By the time you do get back to the mansion, your hair is windswept and you have sand everywhere, but you don’t mind at all.

The games are so fun. Luke says you’re cheating by sitting in Sylus’s lap during Kitty Cards, but you gesture for him to sit on Kieran’s lap while he plays. Sylus doesn’t assist you in the game at all; Kieran points out moves and subtly switches the cards in Luke’s hand for the ones hidden up his sleeve. They don’t win a single game.

The cake is beautiful, decorated to perfection and topped with a few candles. You stare at the cursive on top for a moment. When they sing you the song (even Sylus), he notices the distance in your eyes. He kisses the top of your head when the song is over to snap you out of it. You don’t actually make a wish when you blow out the little, flickering flames. There’s nothing you want, and lingering too long trying to figure a wish out only draws the memories of the old man closer to the forefront of your mind.

You cut the first slice. Sylus cuts the rest. He’s not big on sweet things, but he finishes his thin slice anyway. You savor every bite. It’s paradise in your mouth. He has to cut off the twins from having any more, lest they make themselves sick.

Each of them has a present for you. Well, Mephisto has several. He flies to and fro for a while, bringing you little trinkets and shiny things that all pile up on the table. You take the time to look at and admire each one, even sorting them into different groups based on what they are. You wind up with a humorous amount of bottle caps.

Luke gets you a new pair of handguns. Kieran gets you a harness with holsters to hold them in on missions. Sylus gives you a photo album, full of photos from the year you’ve spent together. You sit pressed into his side on the couch and flip through it, page by page. You can see yourself relaxing with each picture. Just a few days after you start working with Sylus, you offer the camera a mischievous smile that doesn’t reflect in your eyes. In the last photo, from a few days ago, you look like a different person; you smile without fear, your guard is let down. The person you were at the gala a year ago has finally found someone to trust.

As the night comes to a close, the twins wish you happy birthday once more before heading off to bed. The mess is left for someone else to deal with. Your presents sit on the table and wait to be put away as Sylus leads you up to what’s become your shared bedroom.

You’re positively glowing. It’s all Sylus can think as you both lay perpendicular over the blankets. Your head rests on his stomach, his fingers trail slowly through your hair, and in just a few hours, the sun will be rising. Yet here you are, too happy to sleep just yet. You want to bask in this feeling a little longer.

You understand now why Luke and Kieran were so enthusiastic, why all those kids from your childhood couldn’t bear the thought of waiting another year for their next birthday, why adults continue to celebrate. You can’t remember the last time you felt a joy like this. It feels all bubbly in your chest, almost surreal, as memories of things that happened just hours ago draw out dopey smiles and lingering giggles. Sylus’s eyes are impossibly soft as he takes you in.

You’re still in the outfit you wore to dinner. He’s still in his suit, sans his jacket. Two pairs of shoes are kicked off carelessly beside the bed. Nothing else matters except right here, right now, soaking in the final vestiges of the night.

He brushes his thumb along your cheek, drawing your eyes to look up at him, that sweet grin still dancing on your face. His fingertips trail featherlight along your jaw, tracing your chin and brushing at your lips. You reach up to hold his hand in place as you kiss his fingers, eyes closing in bliss as you leave pecks down each one, only to leave a lingering kiss to his palm. You look back up at him. He smiles.

“I have one last gift for you,” he says quietly, as if speaking any louder would shatter every window and mirror throughout the entire mansion.

You tilt your head, curiosity drawing your brows together in a silent question. Your smile stays the same. He shifts, helping you sit up so you’re side by side, just facing opposite directions. You watch as his Evol reaches out to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a box and placing it in his awaiting hand. He offers it to you with purpose.

It’s simple, but beautiful nonetheless. Carefully carved wood, rich in color, with a domed lid and rounded edges. It’s about the length of your palm, and no wider than three fingers. A red silk ribbon in a bow ties it together, preventing the hinged lid from being opened. You glance back up at him. He nods toward it.

The silk slips softly through your fingers as you tug on one end of the bow. The knot falls apart, and the ribbon slides onto your lap. You lift the lid and-

You look up at Sylus, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smiles broadly at your reaction. You look back at the present, emotion bubbling up in your chest once more. It feels even more powerful than earlier. Your eyes burn, but you fight back the tears.

Two rings perch side by side within the velvet-lined box. Red jewels decorate golden bands, shimmering in the dim lighting of his bedroom. A matching set. This is far more than just a pair of earrings or cufflinks, this is…

The first tear falls. You hold the box to your chest as you lean toward Sylus. He meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His broad chest shields you from the rest of the world, hiding the emotions you only allow him to see. Which is wonderful, because you feel so silly, crying over a present like this. He’s given you so much in your time together. Anything you could ever dream of and more - always more. Always trying to make sure you’re happy and comfortable. This is like him giving you the world. You can’t ask for anything greater than that.

“Read the engraving,” he whispers, gently pulling the box from your chest. He holds it while your shaky fingers, usually so steady and sure, pull the smaller ring from the cushion. It takes a minute to see, having to wipe your eyes several times to get rid of the steady flow of tears.

You are my new destiny.

You cover your mouth with your free hand, muffling the sounds that try to escape. It’s usually so easy to be quiet, even under the worst torture. It seems impossible to shut up now.

Sylus pulls your hand away from your mouth, abandoning the box on the bed next to you, and cupping your cheek to wipe away the tears. He kisses your forehead. “May I put it on you?”

You nod immediately. He takes the ring from your trembling fingers and holds your left hand. You watch, entranced, as he slips it onto your pinky. It fits perfectly. The red jewel glimmers, mirror Sylus’s eyes when you look up at him. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss over the ring.

You giggle, a soft and wet sound. You can feel his smile against your fingers. You’ve never felt so light before.

You turn to the box, using your free hand to carefully take out the larger ring. The band is a bit wider than yours, but the design holding the jewel in place is almost identical. You don’t need to ask or even gesture for him to give you his left hand; he offers it right away, still holding your left hand as he does. You slip the golden ring onto his pinky. Overcome with rapturous emotion, you hold his hand in both of yours and bring it to your lips, kissing the ring just as he had as a quiet, happy sob breeches your lips.

He wraps his arm around you, drawing you to rest against him, your joined hands resting over his erratic heart. His head is ducked down to rest against yours, kisses pressing over the crown of your head. His heart aches in the best way to be granted the opportunity to see you like this.

Your fingers play affectionately with his, thumbing over his ring and massaging his palm. When he returns the favor, brushing over your ring or gathering both of your hands in his just to hold them, you let out airy little laughs that burrow their way into his heart, where they will stay for the rest of time.

You use your right hand to finally wipe the last of your tears away, unwilling to let go of the bond that ties you together. You pull back just enough to look up at his face with a big, beaming grin. He leans his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other.

“I love you,” you whisper. It comes out crackly and hoarse, but it sounds like music to his ears.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back. “In every lifetime, I will find you. For the rest of eternity. Always.”

You tilt your chin up to capture his lips. It starts slow, a mere vessel for the vow he made, a seal that forces this change in fate he is creating. It doesn’t take long for it to grow hungry and desperate for each other. Not long at all until he’s cradling your neck, cold metal pressing against your skin, as he lowers you back into the bed, leaning his body over yours and supporting himself so all his weight isn’t crushing you.

“Happy birthday,” he breathes into your mouth, “my beloved.”

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[simon-isnthere-rn]

FROSTBITE.

Pairings : Arthur Morgan x GN!reader

Summary : Reader and Arthur go out hunting, Arthur pushes through the snow until he’s shaking like a leaf, his nose red, and his feet numb. Reader tends his wounds and scars, helping him warm up.

Tags : fluff, minor nudity, slight use of Y/N.

Wc : 850+

An : yes Ik it’s short I was half asleep doing ts 😭🤦 also this is my first fic that I didn’t scrap so have mercy 💔😢

It was a brutal, cold night. Dutch’d sent you and Arthur out hunting. This week was cruel, barely any animals were around the campsite, the blizzard had gotten worse— and most dreadful of all, John had came back with half his head torn by wolves.

“Goddamn— thick sunovabitch..” Arthur murmured under his breath as he walked in the deep inches of snow while you follow close.

It was hard to see in this blizzard, the only thing you could’ve seen was endless white snow for miles. Arthur had prepared his gun already. “So damn hard to hear anything in this state,” he growled. “Look out for anything movin’. Could be anything,but ‘least it’s somethin’.”

You nod, pulling out your revolver. “Even if it’s a goddamn bear?” You scoffed.

“Specially if it’s a goddamn bear.”

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A few hours of waiting around has passed— your knuckles had gone red already. Arthur was already shaking. Just a week ago the blizzard ate and tore apart Arthur’s jacket.

“Goddamn,” he growled, squinting his eyes.

“You alright?” You tilt your head at him, face full of concern.

“Of course.” He replied, ashamed to admit he’s shaking like a goddamn leaf.

“Shh— quiet. I hear shuffling in the snow,” he murmured, crouching down in the deep snow. “Hide. Don’t wanna spook it.”

Arthur crept up closer to the sound, pulling out his shotgun.

“Careful,” you warned him, gripping on your revolver.

“It don’t sound large. Sounds like a goddamn rabbit,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” scoffing, he stood up from his position and slowly approached the sound.

As soon as he saw the snow moving. He pointed the shotgun barrel at the spot. “C’mon, boy..” he murmured to himself—

A small bear cub popped his head out.

“What the fuck?”

A loud growl is heard from the side. Arthur backed up— falling onto the deep snow— almost getting himself trapped. “Goddamnit!!”

You looked around in the direction of the snow—

There Emerged a large angry momma bear. “Oh fuck—“ you ducked down in the snow, hopping it won’t see you.

The bear approached Arthur— but fortunately for him, he’d already stood up. “Christ!!—“ he stepped back. “Easy there, girl…” he muttered as the bear growled at him. “C-‘mon. I ain’t hurt yer cub—“ he lifted his hand up, “He’s fine—“

Crck— the cub wailed in pain as Arthur stepped on his leg. “Goddamnit—“

The large bear lunges forward onto Arthur, biting his leg. “Y/N!! Fuck— Help me, Goddamnit!!”

You stumbled over and stood up, grabbing your shotgun before pointing it at the bear, pulling the trigger. The bear growled in pain, but didn’t let go of Arthur’s leg. You shoot in another time, hitting it on it’s head. It’s blood splattering and contrasting over the white snow. It fell— dead on the ground.

Arthur kicks it off his body, panting heavily. “J-jesus christ—“ he muttered. “Y/N.. help me up—“ you stumbled over the shaking man, grabbing him by his arm. “C’mon, big guy.” You scoffed

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By the time you two reached the cabins— you assigned Bill to get the bear’s corpse. Finally— some goddamn food.

But Arthur..

You approached him in his cot. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Goddamn bear almost torn me apart…” he growled.

Your gaze looked over at his bleeding leg. “Grimshaw hasn’t tended you yet?”

“No..” he grumbled. “Can’t walk over to their cabin.” He murmured.

You chuckle to yourself, going on one knee. “I’ll help.”

“… you sure?”

“Yeah,”

You grabbed a roll of bandage from your satchel, wrapping it around his bitten leg. You made it tight— making him grunt a little. “Sorry, sorry.” You muttered.

“S’fine,” he grumbled, looking away.

“Are you cold?” You looked over at the thin blanket that wrapped around his body.

“.. yeah.”

You sighed softly, standing up before sitting next to Arthur. You wrapped your jacket around him, pulling him close. “… this is just for warmth.” You muttered.

Unconsciously— he leaned his head onto your shoulder, leaning his whole body onto you.

You squeezed his shoulders slightly, pulling him closer. He grunted softly when you squeezed his arm.

“Oh— shit— what’s wrong?”

He grumbled, replying. “The bear didn’t just bite my leg,” he muttered.

“Can I see?” You asked him, scooting away slightly.

He sighed, removing his blouse. A few scratches and scars were visible on his arm and on his chest.

“Goddamn..” you muttered. “Wait here.” You stood up, running out of the cabin.

The moment you came back you were carrying a bucket of boiling water.

“Here.” You soaked a damp cloth in the water before approaching Arthur with it.

“You—.. thank you,” he murmured.

“Uhuh,” you smiled to yourself as you pressed the warm soaked cloth onto his scars.

He hissed as the warm water hit his skin, but he slowly relaxed. “Mhph,” he groaned softly.

“Too hot?”

“No, s’perfect,” he felt his whole body relax as ot warms up from the water.

“Warmin’ up already?” You teased as you tended his scars.

He groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he let out a a deep sigh. “Thank you,” he murmured.

[deadqueerboys]

Yesss wil tom and tubbo 😋😋😋

Headcanon; Taking the condom off in the middle of the act.

Wilbur and Tommy x Gn! Reader (separate), and Tubbo x M! Reader

« dear Tubbo, I would listen to your yap, but you like boyz »

Wilbur

Man was NERVOUS. He's severally anxious, and that includes sex. He was watching you ride him, biting his hand so he didn't moan loud. He hates making noises. He thinks it's kinda cringe or it makes him feel weak.

He was enjoying it, so much he almost came twice, but he was holding himself. He could feel your thighs slapping against his body, your ass bouncing on him, and it makes him weaker. He was about to cum when you stopped and took his dick out of you.

"Hey.. what are you doing? You're stopping right now, are you? I can be better, I promise!" Wilbur stutters. He was shy and pathetic, begging for you to keep going. He was desperate for you since it's been a while since he did sex with someone so pretty. And also because nobody wanted him after the allegations.

His eyes widen when he sees you taking the condom off and jumping on his cock again. Could he.. cum inside? It was one of his biggest kinks. He took your actions as a yes, watching as you ride him. He didn't last long, cumming some minutes after. His sperm filling you up, it was such a pretty vision..

He was obviously apologizing after you finally stopped.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to, but you were so good.. I couldn't help myself." He whimpers, even after sex he still was making those submissive actions. He's good at after care, he took some towel and watered it, bringing it to you and cleaning the place where he came on.

Tommy

He wasn't confident. He was pretty ashamed, actually. He felt guilty for cumming before you, so he offered you anything you wanted. Anything. Literally anything. He would do as you wish without complaining or refusing. This is when you offered him a sex deal, doing it without condom. It was risky, probably too much. But Tom couldn't deny it. After all, he said he would do anything his partner wanted.

You started to ride him, slow and tease his tip. He wasn't exactly big, it was nice just enough to reach the pleasure point. You go down on him, his dick disappeared between your legs. He was moaning a little bit too loud, the neighbors would probably scream at them later.

After a few hours, Tom was tired. He was begging you to get off of him, but you didn't. You kept going, strong enough to make him cum inside you with another loud moan. His legs were shaking, Tom wasn't strong, he's pretty skinny and weak sometimes. And this was one of the times. You had to get up for yourself, going to the shower to clean yourself as he closed his eyes and relaxed after having a powerful hour of sex.

"Are you sure it's okay? Like, I could help you, you know." Tom spoke from the bed. He could barely get up and put his clothes on, so he only reached his underwear and put it on. In some minutes, he closes his eyes and lays comfortably in the bed, grabbing the covers and going to sleep.

Tubbo

He was the one riding. He was tired and angry. He wanted to take it all on his boyfriend, but he couldn’t. Tubbo was punching the sheets as he rides you, bouncing on your lap like a hungry slut. He was totally against taking the condom off, he hated being used as a cum dumper.

You insisted, you wanted it so bad, it would feel so good. How could he deny it? It was just a little of cum, and they could take a bath together after it. You asked him so many times it pissed him off.

"Fine! Whatever! But you're going to clean me later." Tubbo rolls his eyes, getting off of your lap and taking the condom off. He couldn't lie, it was tempting, feeling the cock without protecting always felt so good. He came back to ride you, feeling his legs shaking from the pleasure and of how big it was.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, making sure he was getting pleasure too. Tubbo was whimpering and fighting against you. He didn't want it to be over so fast, so he made his best to keep going even after you came inside him.

[frickingnerd]

life with simon after his acquittal

pairing: simon blackquill x gn!reader

tags: longterm relationship (pre UR-1), simon is found innocent, wholesome fluff, angst with a happy ending, kisses & hugs

you've been dating simon for a very long time now, even before he got imprisoned for a crime that he didn't commit

and through all that time, you stayed by his side, believing that one day, simon would be proven innocent and return to a normal life with you!

for years, you only got to see your boyfriend through the glass windows at the detention center or across the courtroom, watching him as a prosecutor, while you sat in the audience

until one day, when you had almost given up hope that life could ever be normal again, simon got proven innocent, just hours before his execution!

the moment court ended, you dropped everything and rushed towards your boyfriend, who didn't even have time to remove the handcuffs around his wrists, before you had pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him passionately – in front of everyone in court!

it had been years since you've been able to touch him. he tasted differently now that you finally got to kiss him again and your body couldn't even remember how his arms used to feel around you

that day, you didn't leave simon's side. you clung to him the entire time, yearning to feel his warmth. and simon felt the same way, even if he didn't say it out loud

only when the two of you were home again, a home that simon could barely even call his own anymore, did he manage to let his guard down and show you how much he missed you

the two of you spent the next few days in bed, cuddling, kissing and talking for hours on end, to catch up on the years that were stolen from you

after those initial first days, simon and you slowly tried to return to a normal life. simon kept his job as a prosecutor and you had your own life

but now you knew that every day you'd return home from work, your boyfriend would be waiting there for you. something you had yearned for for far too many years…

[chris-prank]

I need their reaction (all of out hubbys: Vincent, Atlas, Esteban, Martin) to us magically stealing their dick to tease them when we are not close.

For Atlas it'd be easy but I'd say magic or something else to do it with the others. I just think it'd be funny af.

I never ever expected this question 🤣 but I’m glad to answer it as best as I can!

Also I received this ask back in September I think, so to make up for it I haded Jacce to the list ❤️

CW: NSFW, mention of masturbation, ass fingering, allusion to reader bottoming (Atlas’s part)

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Vincent

He'd be panicking and think that maybe it’s one of his inventions that went wrong and made his dick disappear! This would be even so funny with the hero reader. Imagine showing up to stop his boss’s plan just for Dr. Seraph comes out of nowhere, rubs his bulge against you and whimpers to have some alone time together. In other words, you would make him even more a horny beast for you.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Esteban

He would be terrified at first since it’s not really normal for someone’s dick to just… disappear. If he somehow gets used to this situation, he fingers himself every time he masturbates anyway, so he could still get off. The difference is that Esteban would call you non stop, whining and whimpering for you to come back so that he can finally cum with his cock.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Atlas

Atlas wouldn’t be very bothered since he doesn’t really see the interest in his humanoid private parts if it’s not to use them with you or for your own pleasure. Quite the contrary actually, since he would see this as your way to show your affection for him. If not, why take the thing that make you scream his name in ecstasy?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Martin

So time for the reveal! Martin never had bottom surgery, instead he has a huge collection of different sizes and shape straps on. So if you’d steal his dicks, he would think that your determination to take all of them is funny.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Jacce

Just like Esteban let’s go past the initial horror he would experience if his dick suddenly disappeared. He would become even more desperate for you than before, going as far as to show up to your current location every time you leave his side and beg you to give it back. Jacce would think that you’re doing this because you assume he does naughty things when you’re gone (which he does), but you’re still breaking his heart to think so!

[mr-celestial-writings]

Two Of A Feather

Pairing: Conner Kent x Darkseid/Doomsday Clone! Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: When you were discovered, Batman stepped up to give you a place to stay, to teach you right from wrong. Yet, nobody outside of his family and the Justice League were to know about you. So when Tim let it slip... Conner had to see the truth.

a/n: wow, first a/n at the start, but this was a request! Requested by @seven709! Thank you so much! I appreciate you and your request! Possibly unrelated, but I had to speed run learning about Doomsday and Darkseid via the fandom Wiki. Never been more thankful for an adblocker.

DC Masterlist!

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Conner was pissed. At Superman, at Tim, At the Justice League for keeping you a secret.

There was somebody like him, another clone. Sure, you weren't a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor, but you were still a clone.

A Clone of Darkseid and Doomsday. Created to be their weapon. And if it weren't for the Justice League, you could have been.

Conner wasn't supposed to know you existed. Nobody was. You were to be hidden, protected from the outside world. Or maybe the outside world was to be protected from you.

Conner sore through the skies until Wayne Manor came into view. Anger was an ugly beast, especially for Conner.

The funny think was, it was an accident how Conner found out about you.

"So anyways, Damian decided it would be a good idea to spare with [Name]-" Tim said. He and Conner were on a voice call.

Conner raised a brow at the new name, "Wait, whose [Name]? Did Bruce adopt another kid?" He asked.

"Eh, kinda. [Name]'s a clone. Darksied and Doomsday decided it would be smart to create, but anyways Damian tried to spare with them-"

Conner hung up the call after that. In the blink of an eye he was out the door and flying towards Gotham.

He landed on the front porch, and banged on the door. Alfred answered it and before the old butler could greet Conner, the Superboy was pushing his way inside.

"Where are they? Where's [Name]?" He asked. He clearly wasn't playing around.

Alfred sighed, "Master [Name] is in their room. Allow me to guide you." He said calmly, leading Conner to a room on the second floor.

Conner had a stoic look on his face. How dare the existence of another clone be kept from him! Conner didn't care whose clone you were, you needed to know you weren't alone.

Alfred stood outside the door, motioning for Conner to enter. Conner didn't hesitate as he opened the door.

And There he saw you. You were tall, built like a brick wall. Your eyes were a solid color. But for the most part... you looked human. That's what surprised Conner the most.

Sure, your skin was a little gray, but you were... just you. Not the monster Conner was expecting. He felt bad for expecting that monster.

You looked at Conner, eyes wide and innocent. You weren't... a monster at all. In any sense of the word.

"Uh, Hi... I'm Conner." Conner said gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh-... I am... [Name] Wayne." You introduced yourself. Your voice was rough, your tone almost robotic.

"S-Sorry for barging in like this. I just heard there was another clone and-" Conner got cut off by you. You rushed over and held his shoulders.

His cheeks felt a little warm at the bright grin on your face.

"You are... like me?" You asked. Your eyes sparkled with hope, with joy.

Conner returned your smile and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you, [Name]."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Conner."

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And that was the start of your relationship.

Conner got an earful from Clark and Bruce, but when they saw how you two bonded... They couldn't be angry.

They agreed that maybe you and Conner having a bond wouldn't be a bad thing. It may help ensure you don't end up back in the hands of your creator.

Conner helped you learn more about humanity, and how to be human. He even taught you about your creators. Conner didn't think it would be right to hide that truth from you.

Months passed, and what was once a friendship turned into lingering touches and shy glances.

It all boiled over one night.

Conner had brought you to the Kent farm, wanting to show you the stars. You two sat on the rough of the barn.

Conner couldn't tear his eyes off of you. How happy you looked, how amazing you looked under the night sky, how your eyes sparkled with the stars...

Conner wanted to burn this moment into his brain forever.

"So... How are you liking your life here so far?" Conner asked gently.

You looked at Conner, grinning bright, "It is fun! My Family is amazing, and You are amazing!" You said.

Conner felt his cheeks go warm again, he returned your grin, "Good! Good, I-I'm glad." He looked up at the sky, "Hey... so... I wanted to ask you something, [Name]."

You tilted his head innocently, "What would you wish to ask, Conner?"

Conner fiddled with his fingers, his nerves high as his heart raced, "I was wondering if you... would like to be my partner- Romantically?" He found himself stuttering trying to get the words out.

He watched as you flushed, It was cute.

"You would... like to be romantically involved with me? Are you sure?" You asked weakly, braced as if this was a cruel Joke.

Conner nodded, "Y-Yeah! I'm positive... You're just... so amazing, [Name]." He spoked gently.

After a moment, you replied, "Yes, I would like to be your romantic partner, Conner." You answered with a nod.

Conner Lit up, and without thinking he pulled you into a kiss. It took a moment for you to return the action.

It was awkward, but it felt right at the same time.

Conner pulled away, "Thank you."

You shook your head, "No, Thank You."

Conner rested his forehead against yours, laughing softly. He felt like the luckiest man alive. And maybe he was in the moment.

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a/n: Man, I think I need a root canal after writing this it's so sweet! I hope it's up to your standards! Thank you again for the request.

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Same! I thought I had blocked everything and I still found some wrongly tagged. Its infuriating.

I am not trans, but I can only think about them. Like what if they start reading a story thinking it's for them only to find the wrong pronoun? What if its enough to trigger their dysphoria?

Like please, just tag your stories correctly and put the warning ⚠️ were everyone can see them. That the least you can do to protect and help our friends.

"[insert fandom character] x reader" and all i see is infuriating fem reader even after i blocked all of it's tags. glock 45 just take me already the lack of male reader is sickening

[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ♡. | genshin!various x gn!reader

「 "𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐩…"」

— in which you kiss him ... accidentally, and indirectly.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — kazuha, gaming, FREMINET, THOMA, KAVEH, chongyun, gorou

— "Ah, wrong cup."

It's a warm morning, yet the shade of the light canopy of trees provides ample comfort. At your words, however, the amicable conversation halts. Gingerly, you place his cup back on its saucer, uttering a quiet apology. "Sorry, sorry..."

Ugh, a quiet moment with someone you'd been pining after for ages, and you likely just sabotaged any chance you had. Making someone uncomfortable is surely not a way to have someone fall head over heels for you. You cautiously glanced upwards, catching the sight of... something you didn't expect...!?

He hid in his hand, raised and flush against his face. It was rather insufficient in the whole "hiding" department, however, for you could still clearly see the fluster on his features and the red cast across the tips of his ears. Just above the cover of his fingers were his eyes, hurriedly averted from yours. His mouth was slightly ajar, but in the moments that passed, his lips moved to form whispers you couldn't quite catch.

You stood, frantic. Really, every one of your plans was going awry. "I'm sorry! I, I'll go get you a new cup-"

"He caught his hand in his before you could fully depart, clutching it tightly. His usually cool skin was warm. "N, No, I- It's fine..."

He watched your face brighten with relief as you sat back down, completely cheery again, and released a breath quietly.

Ah, how was he supposed to tell you that the mere sight of your lips touching where he had put his made his heart skip a beat?

— It simply wasn't fair.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 — HEIZOU, KAEYA, CHILDE, venti, ayato, LYNEY

— "Wait, let me try..."

Word had gotten around of a new drink, supposedly "the best in all of teyvat"... naturally, that called for a timely visit. It didn't exactly matter who you went with, though who were you fooling, it did, and he'd been the first one that came to mind when you were drafting a letter. Now, he stood by your side, leisurely swinging his arms while he walked and smiling smugly.

The reason? The moment you reached into your pocket to fish out your wallet to pay the fee for two drinks, you'd found your pockets empty, and that's where he had swooped in, graciously handing over his mora instead. The moment the two of you exited the vicinity of the drink stall, however, he somehow materialized your wallet once more and placed it in your hands with a cat-like grin. That little... you'd be sure to treat him to a meal sometime soon, a favor like that couldn't just be gone unpaid.

...That, and it was a convenient excuse to spend another outing with him.

"Hey, you got the limited edition flavor? C'mon, give me just a sip..." You beamed when he handed said drink down towards you, taking a sip from his straw — until you realized just what you'd done, of course.

It wasn't like it was something dire, not by any means. You were rather the romantic, and the fact that... well, hadn't the two of you just kissed indirectly?

You didn't voice your thoughts, only meekly retreated after handing the bottle back to him, growing even more flustered when your fingers brushed against his in the process. He seemed to hear them, however, and a smirk made its way onto his lips.

"Oh, don't tell me you were aiming for an indirect kiss all along?"

"W- No!" Ugh, that twinkle in his eyes was dangerous. It's easy to see that he doesn't believe you in the slightest. Yet, before you can dispense another rebuttal, he reaches a hand up to your hair and makes a mess of it.

— "Aha, who knew you were so sly~"

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 — alhaitham, XIAO, albedo, diluc, neuvillette

— "Is something wrong?"

Well, not exactly "wrong", per se. Instead, there was definitely something wrong with you in particular.

The situation started off like any other would. You found the man in his usual place, and greeted him with a smile, to which he nodded in response. He was a busy person, so you'd decided to take the initiative and make him a boxed lunch, only planning to give it to him and then let him carry on with whatever tasks he needed to complete — only... hey, wasn't it too out of character of him to ask you to feed him??

He glanced up at you, his head subconsciously tilting to the side. Just with that simple movement, a figurative arrow struck your heart. "If it's too much trouble, nevermind-"

You awkwardly coughed into your fist, trying to disperse any awfully hopeful thoughts of "hey, isn't this so romantic!?" in your head — yearning for him was one thing, but projecting your imagination of him would be another entirely. "No, it's fine- I was just caught off guard, is all..." At this point, you were more so convincing yourself than him. You dipped your head in a nod to yourself. Of course, he was so swamped with duties that he couldn't spare the time to feed himself, that was the case, wasn't it?

"Here, open wide..." You took a portion of the food and lifted it up to his lips, and he ate it agreeably. Hamster. He's like a hamster, a thought you really shouldn't be having considering how his disposition was, but seeing him swiftly chewing the portion in his cheeks... you cleared your throat, only to flinch with a start upon realizing he'd taken the utensils from you. Now, he held some of the lunch up to you, gesturing it to your mouth.

"Eh, but this is for you-" You declined, yet the insistence in his gaze only grew.

"You brought it for me, so you should have some as well."

"Well... alright," not willing to bother with an argument you were not likely to win, you ate what he hovered before you gratefully, trying to ignore the way he was staring at you as you ate.

W, Wait, hold on, isn't that the same cutlery he used-

"Your face is red. Did you choke? Here, let me-"

"No, it's just that- we, just now- ah, it's nothing."

— "Mhm."

( a/n ) new post format and its silly ( i hate everything about this ) :stareyes: ahahah anyways. trying to revive myself so. you guys get ( poorly cooked ) food :>

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[mellowwillowy]

Bathtub sex with your husband because he was suddenly all petty and jealous with your servants helping you bathe.

CW: NSFW, slight yandere, GN Reader

Your husband had always been an understanding man, he thought with a cool head and logic all the time. He would never get jealous of his love rivals, reasoning he was way better of an option than they would ever be.

Yes, he was not arrogant but he knew his own self-worth. He knew he had always been the best for you.

So why did he suddenly insist on helping you bathe?

“Dear, did you mean bathing with me or did I hear you wrong?” You stood next to him as he prepared the water for you. The scent he chose had always been floral, something that smelled innocent in a sense.

Your husband shook his face as he felt the temperature of the water. It welcomed him warmly, assuring him that it was the perfect temperature for you to relax already. Yulian beckoned you to enter the bathtub and so you did.

He pushed a cart of bathroom amenities, the aromatherapy candles all lit to light the room enough for as he switched the lights off.

You sighed at the sensation, slowly melting into one with the water. Yulian sat by the tub, his hands slowly massaging your tense shoulders as he hummed a lullaby for you.

“How lucky are the servants who help you bathe to see you like this every day.” He whispered into your ears as you giggled.

“Are you envious of them?”

Yulian stayed silent for a moment as he poured water over your head, “Recently,” he spoke as he poured the ointment into his hands, “I’ve been seeing lots of divorce trials.”

You hummed at his reply, leaning into his hands massaging your scalp, “And?”

“Most of them come from… affairs.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at the mention of affair, “Are you saying I might be cheating with one of my servants dear?”

“Not really,” Yulian now focused back on massaging your shoulders again, “but I can't help but be bothered by the fact that one of your servants might be admiring you, enchanted by you.”

His face inched closer to yours now, “And while they are at it, they can freely see and feel your body…” his hands slowly felt your arms up and down, “and be around you every day, helping you dress, attending all your needs while I'm away.”

You've never seen your husband act like this before. This was the first time he had shown his jealousy blatantly.

Yulian started pressing chaste kisses on the back of your neck, his grips remained on your arms. You squirmed as his hands snaked further into your nipples.

“It's so unfair, I'm your husband and yet they get to see you so vulnerable more often than I would ever be.”

What was once a chaste kiss soon turned into hickeys, purple decorating you from the back of your neck to your collarbone. You recognized this gesture as his way of showing his pettiness.

“So today,” his fingers tweaked your nipples as he kissed your earlobe, “can I show you just how much I love and adore every bits of you?”

—

The two of you were connected in the bathtub, his cock throbbed as its snug inside of you. How many times had he cum so early yet still had the strength to continue? You knew your husband couldn't last long but that didn't mean his stamina was to be doubted.

His precision in hitting your sweet spot had always been pitch-perfect. It never failed to make you squeal and tighten around him, pushing him closer to yet another orgasm.

Yulian hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying his best to not bite into your flesh, and opted to bite his lip until he tasted steel instead.

You moaned out his name as you felt like you were about to reach yet another orgasm as well. Your hand intertwined with his, you turned back to kiss him, tasting his blood while at it.

“So close… together?”

Yulian’s cock throbbed at the mention of it before he nodded along, “I-I’ll try.”

Yulian lifted you from his lap and positioned you to lean onto the wall before he continued ramming into you like a starving man. Nonetheless, he still made sure to prioritize your pleasure as well instead of being selfish and chasing his own release.

Your knees wobbled and you felt really weak yet his strong grip wouldn't let you slide down, at least not until you two were done.

Ragged breath and breathy groans, the bathroom smelled like sex instead of florals. The whole candles flickered with each thrust he made and the water rippled with every shake your legs made.

It didn't take so long for you two to come in unison. The bath water that was once pristine and clean was soon mixed with both of your bodily fluids. Your insides felt warm the moment he came inside you again.

Your knees slowly gave up as the two of you slowly collected your composure. Yulian’s hands never let you go as he slowly lowered you into his embrace again.

He started peppering your face with kisses again, his fingers ran over all the hickeys he had left all over you, some were in a very visible place.

“How am I supposed to cover all of these dear?” you pouted at him as you pushed his face away from you playfully.

Yulian raised his eyebrows before answering you, “You don't cover them dear.”

[2kiran]

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[leighsartworks216]

The Mission

Sylus x gn!Reader

The ending feels a little meh BUT I'm gonna use it to lead into the next fic in the series. You'll see. Also there are kids screaming outside????? I'm so confused rn

This is a sequel primarily to Fallen Angel, but it also references things in Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You

Warnings: strip clubs, violence, blood, injury, stalking, forehead kisses, shapeshifting, MC and Sylus acting like siblings

Word Count: 2,625

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The mission is deceptively simple: Little Miss Hunter will pose as a waitress in one of Sylus’s clubs, working undercover to uncover the ex-boyfriend of one of the dancers. As soon as the club’s manager heard about the dancer’s ex stalking her, trying to get her alone, Sylus did, too. As scary and unapproachable as he comes across, he does care about the people who work for him.

You could have taken the role from her easily, or even gotten a job as a dancer to have a more advantageous position, but Sylus refused. It was only a couple months ago that you’d relived that hell. There was no way he would put you into a similar situation so soon.

It’s not that you aren’t capable, you know that. You’d only fully recovered a few weeks ago, the scars on your back mementos to the end of a nightmare. Still, the time it took to heal meant no working - not even to sit in Sylus’s lap as he goes over contracts. You were antsy, you were restless. And you were helping Little Miss Hunter get in her uniform.

You adjust the collar, a little rougher than necessary. Sylus catches it from where he stands leaning against the wall, but says nothing. Miss Hunter tries to swat you away. “You don’t need to be so intense!” You ignore her in favor of fixing her name tag and checking her earpiece. She was stiff under your fingers, uncomfortable with being so close to someone who clearly didn’t like her - even more in this moment, it seems, than usual.

“He’s in his mid-20s, short curly hair, blonde, with square glasses,” Sylus reminds her. “You’ll be serving drinks in the area around Tanya’s stage, where he’s most likely to be lurking.”

“Don’t you have bouncers for this sort of thing?” she huffs.

You step behind her. She tries to turn her head to see what you’re doing, but you push her chin to face forward again. Her hair is too long, presenting a clear hazard in the bustle of the crowds and the difficult job of waitressing. You gather it up and tie it into a secure bun at the back of her head.

He tilts his head, unimpressed. “Of course, sweetie. I run a legitimate operation here, despite what you may think of me.” He crosses his arms, finger tapping against his bicep. “His Evol allows him to change his appearance, meaning with a few easy steps, he can forge his ID to be anyone he wants and slip inside unnoticed. You’re good at reading people. I’m sure you’ll find him in no time.”

You carefully insert a hairpin into the bun. She reaches back to feel it, the design on the decorative tip indecipherable to her fingers alone.

“If he figures you out or you get cornered, use that,” Sylus says seriously, nodding to the pin. “In the right hands, it can do some damage. Even if you can only manage to scratch your attacker, it’s coated in a fast-acting toxin.” Before she can protest, he adds, “Just enough to make them sleepy, sweetie. You won’t be killing anyone tonight.”

With the finishing touches of her outfit complete, you step back toward Sylus. Little Miss Hunter can’t help feeling intimidated by the Onychinus boss and his guard dog, allies or no.

“Ready?”

She nods with steadfast determination. “Ready.”

-

Sylus studies the shifting crowds through the surveillance cameras hidden around the club. Luke and Kieran watch the monitors, as well. From here, he can keep an eye on Miss Hunter’s movements. Deciphering faces in the crowd is another issue; he can make out some features here and there as the lights pass over them, but anything specific is impossible to make out.

You lounge on a sofa overlooking the entire club. It’s a private area, closed off from the general public, and shrouded in plenty of shadow to obscure your presence from anyone who isn’t looking for you. You idly swirl a martini glass of water, decorated with an olive, to give the impression of someone drinking. You act as an eye in the sky, watching for anything suspicious from a distance that isn’t caught on camera.

Miss Hunter picks up a tray of drinks from the bartender and begins making rounds to long couches and small tables to drop them off with a smile. They’re further from the stage, but she has to pass by the crowd every time she returns to the bar. It’s the perfect place to be to spot someone acting oddly.

The lights focus as Tanya comes on stage. She’s objectively beautiful, it can’t be argued otherwise. The skimpy costume draws attention to her curves and the plush of her stomach. She smiles seductively as she dances for the guests, tan skin glowing under the lights like she’s meant to be there.

You know she’s being treated like a queen here - Sylus would never settle for less - yet you’re reminded of the other girls you knew once, who were starved and worked to the bone for money they wouldn’t see a dime of. You still remember the feeling of cold metal from the pole against your palms.

The Second Circle doesn’t exist anymore. After that night, after everything the police uncovered, it was stripped out and sits empty, waiting to be bought by some upstart business. All that remains is the imprint of the logo on the wall. You still see those neon lights in your nightmares.

“Raven, I’ve lost sight of the Dove. Do you see her?”

Fuck. You got so caught up in your head-

You scan the crowd by the stage, the couches, the tables. There’s no sign of a waitress anywhere in that section, and especially not Little Miss Hunter. You get up from the private couch and slip into the shadows of the exit, already calculating everywhere she could have gone off to.

-

The woman she kept seeing wasn’t ordering drinks the entire time she was there, which wasn’t unusual in of itself, except that all she did was stare at the stage, waiting for something to happen. Once Tanya finally went on, she seemed to become antsy and entranced. Miss Hunter was just going to slip into the employee backroom to let Sylus know what she saw. She didn’t realize the woman had followed her.

The thumping music in the main room covers up her shout as hands grab her and shove her into the wall. There’s no one else in the room. 

She punches at the woman, falling back on her Hunter training and the sparring she did with Sylus. Her hand connects with a square jaw. The woman that followed her in was now a man, fitting the description of the suspect to a T. A fist in return crashes against her cheek. Before she can call for help, a hand covers her mouth, shoving her head back into the hard wall. He grabs her hair, dislodging the hairpin and loosening the tight bun. She claws at his arms. She tries to reach for his face. The hand in her hair pulls her off the wall and to the ground. She stares up at her assaulter, trying to figure a way out of this mess when the door is behind him and she’s being backed into a corner.

She doesn’t have to think for long.

You grab the man by his hair and kick in the back of his knee. He falls like dead weight, and you direct that momentum into slamming him against the wall she’d just been pressed up against. His face impacts with a harsh crack. His glasses are skewed on his face, and blood drips freely from his nose.

You turn sharply toward Miss Hunter. You approach so fast, she’s scared you’re going to attack her next. She holds up her arms in defense on pure instinct. You just huff and grab her arms, hauling her back up to her feet. Her back is against the wall again, but as a support this time. You push her arms down from her face.

She gasps when you grab her chin, tilting her head this way and that, studying her. You frown at the early bruises beginning to form around her mouth and the cut along her cheekbone. The distinct shape of fingertips slowly start to darken where the man had silenced her. You let her go in favor of checking the rest of her over, searching for any more injuries. Thankfully, you find none. You finally meet her eyes.

She has no idea what to make of you anymore. You’ve hated her guts ever since she was dragged into the N109 Zone. You tease and taunt her through your actions, glare at her when she talks with Sylus. You even climbed into his lap once when she was connected to him by that red energy, curling up to him like a damn cat. And now here you are, checking her for injuries when you could be worried about securing the target.

You reach past her head and pull out the hairpin. You hold it pointedly in front of her face and raise a brow at her, silently questioning why she didn’t use it. She sheepishly takes it from your fingers, flushing with embarrassment.

“I forgot,” she mutters.

You step away. Sylus’s voice comes in over the earpiece. “I’m glad you two are finally getting along,” he teases. You catch the truth in his words, honing in on the nearby security camera to glare at him. He chuckles richly. “I’m on my way.”

A quiet click alerts you before anything else. You slam your shoulder against the wall beside Miss Hunter, covering her with your body just as a loud bang and a sharp burn skids across your neck. The door slams open. She peers around you to watch Sylus’s Evol disintegrate the gun in the target’s hand. It’s small, easily concealable. Sylus lifts the man up by his scruff and shoves him at the twins.

“Deal with him,” he orders gruffly. It’s a far cry from how he sounded just seconds ago, but the blood at your neck hadn’t escaped his notice. Just a little to the side and you would be dead. The thought alone terrified him.

Miss Hunter watches him quickly cross the distance, turning you to fully face him so he can assess the damage. It’s not too bad, thankfully. Deep enough to bleed for a bit, but shallow enough it didn’t hit anything major. He grabs a few napkins from the table at the center of the room and presses them down on the wound. You replace his hands to keep the pressure yourself, nodding your head toward her. She feels just as under scrutiny under his stare as she did under yours. He sighs.

“I’ll have the medic look you over when we get back. You might want to hide those bruises from your boss for a few days, sweetie. People will start to wonder just what you get up to in your spare time.”

She flushes with the implications and hits his arm. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “I’m not the one who lost me on the cameras.”

He scoffs. “Blame the twins, sweetie. It’s their oversight that led to this.” He gestures to the hairpin still clutched in her hands. “You had the means to defend yourself. Use them next time.”

Before their bickering can go on, you step between them to grab more napkins from the table. The old ones stick to your bloody skin when you pull them away. You quickly replace them. Seeing your injury was enough to shut them both up, no matter how minor it really was. You turn to leave.

“Thank you,” Little Miss says quickly, trying to get it out before you step out the door. You look at her, expression neutral if not a bit exasperated. She offers a smile. It looks jarring against the purpling bruises, but you nod anyway. You glance at Sylus, then exit the backroom to go wait in the car.

“They must like you,” Sylus comments with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and smacks him again on her way out. “Shut up or I’ll stab you with the hairpin.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

-

You sit still, eyes closed and head tilted to the side, as Sylus tends to the bullet-made cut on your neck. He has you up on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs as he gently disinfects and bandages the area. Once it is securely protected from outside elements, he brushes a kiss over it.

“Thank you for protecting her,” he whispers. You open your eyes and tilt your head back up to look at him. His expression is so open, genuine. He really means it; not that you needed to see it to know that. “I know you two didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”

You give him a wry smile. You look away from his face to seek out his hand, resting on the counter beside you. He offers no resistance as you pick it up, your palm to the back of his hand as you intertwine your fingers together and draw him up to your lips. You close your eyes as you press a kiss to his palm, before nuzzling into it. “I know you’re mine,” you whisper back. You look back up at him, resting your cheek in his hand. “And… Mephisto is starting to like her.”

He chuckles softly. “Oh? Is that all?” He smiles at your little nod. Mischief flickers in your eyes before you shut them to press your face into his hand some more. It’s endearing. You’ve let yourself relax around him, allowed yourself to indulge in his touch like this. Which reminds him…

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, trailing his hand to your jaw to guide your attention back to him. There’s a slight furrow in his brow and something heavy in his eyes. “What happened on your end?”

Ah. Caught red handed. You avoid his eyes in favor of following the line of his nose, the dip of his cupid’s bow.

He leans forward to nudge his nose against yours, drawing you back into his gaze once more. “Tell me.”

“The dancer…” You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “I got distracted.”

He knows exactly what you mean. He cradles your face with purpose, fingers pressing lightly to the back of your neck, keeping you close as he rests his forehead against yours. “No more clubs for a while,” he promises. “Someone else can deal with them.”

You can’t disagree, not when you got someone else on the mission hurt because of the environment getting to you. For all your pouting about being relegated to watch, you know he always had good intentions for keeping you off the ground.

He pulls away, but not without leaving a kiss on your forehead. He flips the hold you have on his hand to be holding yours so he can help you off the counter. “The chef is making your favorite. It should be finished by now.”

He swears he falls a little more in love with the way your eyes light up in excitement. The little bounce in your step as you drag him down to the kitchen mirrors the skip of his heart. And when you see Miss Hunter there, thanking you again for saving her, you even offer her a slight smile.

Sitting at the dining table, the Twins bickering with Little Miss and you sneaking his robotic crow bits of food that he doesn’t need, he’s never felt more at home.

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🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ having the body of a cyborg came with it’s perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ ♡︎

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cw — afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothill’s usb ports, and i couldn’t help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!

“..and i’m supposed to plug this in?”

Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.

you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that could’ve been packed with whatever info or footage that would’ve automatically made it’s way into his memory. he didn’t want anyone’s weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.

yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, he’d never say no to you unless it’d kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek. right?

holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was rather…off about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.

yet, it was already too late for him.

his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.

nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.

“so this..is what y’want me to do to ya…”

the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.

“why didn’t ya say so, dollface..?”

“a-ah! m’sorry! m’sorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!”

your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothill’s arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.

it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.

“zip it, sugar. you're gonna take m’dick even when i’m done with ya, you hear?”

boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.

“boothilll..! i was so clo!—“

you’re words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldn’t even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.

“keep whinin’ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?”

as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you don’t regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckin’ edge.

you sobbed out babbles of “‘m gonna cum!~” over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasn’t made of metal, you would’ve left some nasty scratch marks.

on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldn’t even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.

“you think ‘m done yet sugar? hehe, that’s cute.”

you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.

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