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merakidoll · 2 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

in which Gojo, Nanami, and Toji love the intimacy dates bring.

warnings : black chubby reader. semi public sex? dom nanami. toji’s women is a baker ( yall already know what’s about to go down ) pet names : baby, princess, love, nana, ! reader calls toji a good boy! overstimulation. SMUT! 17+ thank yew <3

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo loved two things. eating, and seeing you dress up in the clothes that he got you. so of course dinner dates where his favorite. he always picked the best restaurants, with the lowest lighting. one, so no one could hear you, and two, so no one could see what the vibration of the panties were doing to you. “what do you want to get love?” his skimmed the expensive menu nodding to himself at all the options. looking up at you, a smirk grew on his lips. your head laying on your arms hmm’s falling from your lips, the vibrating noise tuning everyone out.

“i said what do you want to eat baby?” rising up, your low eyes stared daggers into him, while you shook your head no. gojo took that as a sign and cranked the vibration higher making you gasp loudly, clamping your legs shut even tighter. he rose his eye brow sending a que for you to answer him. “p-pastaaa!” you cried as you came.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

dates with nanami are always very small and intimate. it’s usually done in the walls of your home, you both basking in the touches of one another. for todays date it was a reading marathon - well only for the blond haired man. “oh princess, he was the killer!” he sound surprised, his glasses resting on his nose that he was too busy to fix, intrigued with the ending. you on the other hand humped your cunt again his slack covered thighs making a mess on not only him, but the leather reading chair.

you craved his attention, your skin hot for him to pay attention to you and not the stupid book. “n-nana” you whimpered on his shoulder, soft voice causing him to hmm still not paying you any mind. “m-me. p-pay attention to me!” you cried taking your shaky hands and gripping the book throwing it across his office. “that’s not nice” he said sternly. making you raise up as he caressed your cheek. “you wanted my attention? you got it” he grabbed your waist pushing you harder into his thigh. “you’re gonna keep cumming until i tell you to stop”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

as baker you loved your job. so a lot of you and toji’s dates revolved around new recipes that you could put in the bakery. this idea for date night came to you in a dream, it was on your mind so heavily that you had to do it. “good boy” a big bowl of chocolate cake batter sat on the counter while toji stood in front of it. his hard length out, small droplets of pre cum getting into your home made recipe but you wanted more.

your squeezed him, slowing pumping all of the cum out. “need more toji” your pouted looking up at him making him make a moany sigh. “o-okay princess” he bit his lip as your jerks got faster. hand becoming cramped, but your kept going already tasting the sweet treat in your mouth that was be just for you. you got in the zone with adding the special ingredient that one load didn’t seem enough- you needed more. toji was slowly losing his mind, overstimulation by the constant cumming and dirtiness of it all. how you were so eager to have your cum cake.

“t-that’s enough princess, i-i need a break”

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miirohs · 11 days

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nightingale [m.v.s]

pairing: Mob Boss!Max Verstappen x Nurse!Reader wc: 1.7k cw: indications of ppd (not explicit but you'd have to read the lines for it), max is not the most mentally stable, abuse mentioned (not in detail) an: elle is 100% made up and if yall want more family content hmu i can do it 😝 also, the nightingale oath isn’t universally used, but essentially it’s almost the same thing as the Hippocratic oath doctors take :)

“She won’t stop crying!” Max snapped, frustratedly clutching the rails of the crib as the baby in it cried relentlessly, giving you a crazed look from the corner of his eye as you got closer. It was like dealing with a wounded animal that refused your help.

“Breath Max. Breath.” From the moment you had arrived at the Verstappen home, it had been walking on eggshells, anger fueling his every waking move from as far as three weeks as he prowled around the house.

“Godverdomme (goddamnit) Y/n, I know that! Why is she crying though?!”

You reached out a hand, stroking his back gently. You ought to be as angry as him for having you snatched off the streets but you couldn’t, not with the reveal of his child. You had the barest idea of what he might have been going through.

“I don’t know, I'm not… yeah.” The look in his eyes turned sharp and you closed your mouth, staring down at your hands.

“I’m leaving, I can’t do this right now. Don’t come after me or else.” He threatened, the anger on his face fading into a stoic look as he turned away from the child, one look you feared more than his explosive anger.

It wasn’t until he left the room, gun drawn in hand, that you could breathe again, nearly collapsing to the floor.

You turned around, weakly holding the rails. You could hear him barking at the guards from inside the room, fading into the distance as your anticipation slowly died down. You thought that maybe today, you were good as dead.

The baby’s fussing had died down long before you had finally noticed. You hesitated when looking at her, reaching in to pick her up gently.

“Hi Elle.”

All the baby did was look at you blankly, eyes still wet from the countless tears that’d been shed before Max left. She had his gorgeous blue eyes, but most likely her mothers soft face.

You knew he was a dangerous man, and now you supposed the baby knew as well, seeing the way she’d been crying before Max had finally left the room. It wasn’t an isolated incident as well, building up across many miniature incidents.

The most shocking part, though, was the fact you’d been told the biggest kingpin in the Netherlands had a child. You would’ve laughed in the face of the person telling you before, but now it felt realer than it had been for the last couple weeks.

You gently cradled the baby in your arm, rocking her lightly as you looked out the door ajar to the hall. You could hear the guard grumbling in discontent as they went about their business, yet none of the commotion had bothered Elle.

She had finally fallen asleep in your arms, gripping onto your finger as you put her down, a strong sense of familiarity washing over you.

You spent a good part of your time caring for children, as this was no different to you.

Letting go of the crib, you steeled your nerves to walk out the room, arms crossed in front of your protectively as you eyed the men in the hall.

One of the guards, Daniel, held you back gently by the shoulder, looking at you with curious eyes. This was probably one of the more rare times seeing you, it was like you’d never left the nursery from the moment you got here.

“You can’t-”

“He kidnapped me from my own home Daniel. I don’t think he has a right to keep me from going wherever I want in his house.” You snapped, surprised at how hoarse your voice seemed.

He didn’t fight you, simply nodding and slinking back to his spot because there wasn’t much he could do to convince you to stay.

You could easily recall your steps to the kitchen, the heat in your feet dispelled by the cold tiles as you entered.

You didn’t know how long you were there, standing blankly at the sink as the water continued to fill up in the glass.

The glass was overfilling and you watched it, hands clenched into fists before you released them entirely, weight rolling off your shoulders.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your stupor, turning off the sink and staring into the dimly illuminated living room.

Max came through the door, blood staining his shirt and face, dirt smudge across his nose and cheeks. He noticed you, a look of disparagement in his eyes as he got closer. Looking into his eyes, it really reminded you of Elle.

He ignored you as he limped into the kitchen, opening a cabinet with more gentleness than you’d seen in days.

“I thought I told you not to leave her alone?” He said, voice scratchy and low as if he’d been screaming.

“She’s finally asleep.”

You responded. He didn’t bother to critize you again, popping open the bottle of whisky and pouring it into a glass.

He limped back to the living room, settling into an armchair with his back to the cityline. He looked almost formidable as the harsh shadows cast lines on his face.

“You sure have a way of showing you care, Max.”

“I know you aren’t criticizing me now, schat.” He laughed humorlessly, sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh yeah, because kidnapping someone to take care of your child really says you love them.” You snarked, eyes trailing to his sides.

There were minor tears when you hadn’t seen his shirt before he left, heart beating loudly as you got a glimpse of his bloodied side as he pushed himself up.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you think happened?” He said, rolling his eyes as he lowered the glass from his lips.

“Well, this isn’t healthy. For you or Elle.” You said wearily, finger tracing the rim of the glass. “Have you ever considered therapy? It might-“

“No.”

You blinked, surprised by his sudden refusal. “Why not?”

“I can’t. Do you know the kind of risk that poses?” He grumbled, clearly offended at you for suggesting so.

“Okay then, sure would’ve been better if you’d kidnapped a therapist rather than an underpaid nurse to do that job for you. Secrecy and all.”

“That’s how you want to play then? I’ll give you the money, then leave this place and never come back, if you’re that desperate.” He gritted through clenched teeth, temper clearly being dialed up by the reminder.

“What? Absolutely not.” It was your turn to reject his offer, staring at him blankly. You didn’t know why that made you feel so upset.

“I’m offering you money and allowing you to leave, what more could you want, schat?” He scoffed, sharply putting down the whiskey glass as he held his head in the other hand.

“I can't just leave her like that, you know that as well as I do.” He remained silent, which you took as permission to get closer to him.

He didn’t protest as you leaned over, yet flinched slightly as you pulled his shirt up.

“Calm down, if I had any intention of hurting you, you’d know.” You rolled your eyes, turning up the light a little more so you could see the full extent of his wounds.

“I don’t think it’s necessary-“

You cut him off with a sharp inhale. The other miniature wounds stared back at you, barely cuts compared to the jagged scar that ran down his side. “When did this happen?” You whispered.

He slammed his glass down again and you flinched back, split seconds before you could look him in the eyes again. They were slightly sorrowful, but otherwise empty, where there had been every negative emotion a human could muster moments before.

“It was my dad.”

“Did he…” You didn’t finish the sentence, swallowing your doubts as you stared at it.

“Yes. It was in a fight. He won, obviously.” He answered, short and clipped as his posture dropped slightly.

“Is this why you don’t want Elle? Because you don’t want her to go through-” You asked meekly, cut off almost instantly. “The old man is dead. I killed him myself, made sure he couldn’t lay a single hand on anyone else.” Max hissed, a few beats passing in between the both of you.

“Do you know anything about her mother maybe? I could probably pull together something if-”

“She’s dead.”

You blinked, mouth gaping slightly.

“She was a prostitute. Most likely gone from all the drugs up her system by now. That’s why I needed you. Our old doctor… left his position early.”

You watched him get up from his spot, clearly done with the conversation, but something about what he said seemed to strike a chord in you.

“So you brought me to make sure-“

“The baby wasn’t affected. You weren’t a doctor but you did just fine I suppose.” He finished, back to you and he poured himself another one.

“Max, do you know what a Nightingale oath is?”

“Een nacht wat (a night what)?” You continued on, though you had a feeling you knew what he said.

“It’s an oath some of us take. To protect and to serve.”

You got up, feet pattering against the ground as you got closer to him.

“I don’t think anyone really abides by it anymore-“ He let out a short laugh, clearly unbelieving of your words as you continued, “-but maybe, just maybe, that’s why I haven’t gone home just yet.”

“Are you sure you want this Y/n? When you could just as easily leave and go home now?” He muttered softly, hunched over the countertop as your hand met his back.

“I’m sure. You need the help Max. You can’t deny it.”

“Then so be it nachtegaal. I can’t stop you when you’ve made up your mind.” He murmured, steely blue eyes meeting your own as he held your gaze.

“Maybe, once you’re well enough, you can finally form some connection to the child.” You sighed, looking at him. “I promise it.”

“You’re very confident in this plan of yours.”

You smiled inwardly at his words. “Why else would I be here if I wasn’t?”

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rimaiahwrites · 7 months

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more looks into the life of connie and his princess puh-leeze !!! that fic was so cute i’m obsessed

YESS I LOVE THEM SO HERE YALL GOO

(This soo late lol imma edit it tomorrow sorry about any mistakes) kinda short too but anywho

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Connie’s good girl

The school year has been so rough for y/n, you have been more stressed than ever and was nearly burnt out. Connie knew this and was helping as much as he could but a lot of the time he was also busy with making drops and making ‘business’ plans with ony so when he was very pleased to see you running in the living room with a piece of paper in your hand waving it around with a big grin. “Pa look, look!” You said extremely excited. He grabbed the paper and realized it was your report card and it had only As and A pluses on it, no B or C in sight. He grinned before picking you up and spinning you around in his arms, “Good job princess, all AS!” He kissed your cheeks than your neck making you squeal and giggles since you were so ticklish. “I knew you could do it mama.” You smiled shyly, it always felt good to get so much praise from Connie, other then yourself he was the only person you ever truly wanted to make proud.

“You proud of me papa?” You grinned standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips. “Mhm very proud I think my princesa need some rewards.” You beamed with glee because that means Connie was going to get you whatever you wanted. You were already spoiled as it is but now that he had a real reason to spoil you today you knew it was going to be something special.

You went to get ready right away. You sported a mini flare skirt with a cute colorfully cropped top with spaghetti straps and pink kitten heels. Your hair was in a half up half down style with two ponytails. You were very cute to say the least.

“You look cute today mama, hope you got sum’ under this short ass skirt tho.” Connie said walking up to you running his hands to you ass to check. You rolled your eyes playfully, of course you did because you knew he didn’t play about any of that with his. “Yes I do now let’s gooo” you say pulling him to the front door. You connected your phone to his Bluetooth in his all black hellcat because of course You being the princess passenger you always got to play your music in the car unless you wanted to hear his. Connie speed out of his driveway like a damn crazy man you were truly surprised he hasn’t gotten into any car accidents with the way he drives, him being a speed racer makes it no better either.

Once you were in the mall it was like a kid in a candy store, you were pulling him to every store your eyes landed on, you got sneakers, heels, couple of bags, cute clothes makeup really anything your little heart desired and Connie was right there supporting you pulling his card out as soon as you stepped up to the cashier. It made your heart swell every time he did too, not just because he was spending his money on you but because he truly treated you like a little princess.

“Con which one?” You asked holding up two bags one dark pink and the other light pink. “I don’t know baby which ever one you want.” Connie mumbled kissing you on the cheek. You huffed and pouted “that’s why I asked you I don’t know what I want papa.” You rolled your eyes still looking at both of them not paying any attention to your surroundings clearly because the older white lady standing closely behind gasped and eyed you shocked at the pet name that you normally addressed Connie as. Connie snorted a chuckle looking the lady in the eye and pointed to the dark pink one. “That one you got a lot of clothes it will match with plus papa loves you in that color.” He said pulling you close and sliding his hand down to you ass gripping it a bit inwardly laughing at the white haired women awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact. You grinned and placed the other one down planting a big kiss on his shape jawline. “I think this is all I want pa let’s go home my feet hurt.” You cried playfully limping a bit.

Connie walked out the mall with Seven bags filled in his arms and you clinging on to him like a koala bear because your feet were hurting to bad from the heel and Connie of course spoiled you to no end and one little whine from you and next thing you knew you were being carried to the car.

“Thank you for all this I really appreciate it” You shyly admit, he was so fine that sometimes it intimidated you a little like his side profile, the neck tattoos going all the way down his arm and hand. He smiled back and leaned over to place a kiss on your soft lips. “You’re welcome mama, my pretty girl so polite let’s get home so I can give you your other presents.” He smirked as he bit and tugged on your bottom lip softly making you whine and clench your legs tightly.

Connie pulled his gaming chair to the mirror in his bedroom and pulled his shirt off, his tattoos on his chest now visible, you had just gotten out of the shower and you had nothing on but one of his big black t shirt. No Panties or bra. “C’mer.” You walked over to him with shaking legs knowing he was about to fuck you dumb. He pulled you on his lap and got started on your neck, kissing gently and pushing his hands under you makeshift nightgown and squeezed your boobs making you moan out a little bit. You bite your lip and watched him through the mirror. He was being so gentle with you like you were made of glass, you rubbed your legs together making your slick spend from your entrance to your clit. Connie quickly caught on and grinned against your neck. “be patient mama imma get to it.” You tried your best to slow your breathing but he was in your ear whispering and touching you. You were getting turned on very quickly. Connie ignored your needy moan and continued on with the teasingly foreplay before he pulled you against his chest and pulled your legs apart opening you up.

Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw your pink insides and Connie staring holes into mirror. “Look at this pretty pink pussy…so wet is that all for me?” You were quick on nodding your head. “I know.” He took his hand and rubbed his fingers up and down your slit slowly, killing you on the inside. He rubbed your clit for a beat before sliding his thick fingers in. Your pussy was already clenching onto him. “Ah-mm please go faster” you moaned. He nodded before he stroked his fingers deeper hitting your spot. Your eyes rolled shut and leaned your head back on his shoulder. “That feel good? Tell papa let me hear you.” You tried your best but only a pathetic whine was heard. That was good enough for him..for now. He pulled his fingers from you and placed them in his mouth sucking your cum off. “Why’d you stopp?” Your spoiled ass whine kicking your foot up a little. He chuckled and flipped your around so you were facing him. “Cuz I want you to cum on my dick not my fingers now stop whining.” He pulled his sweatpants down and his dick strung out, it’s tip was pink and wet with prenut.

“Come get up on it mama.” He pulled you up higher so you were above him and rubbed his tip up and down your slit before dipping in your sweet warm pussy. Your eyes widened from the shock it had only been a few days since he had given you dick but it was so big to you that you didn’t think you’ll ever get over the shook of his tip sliding in. “P-pa- ehhh” he looked up at you seeing the look of discomfort on your face. “I know it’s all the way in.” He said before slamming you down on it. “Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuckkk!” You moaned placing your hand on his shoulders trying to balance yourself but that was all thrown off because he started thrusting from up underneath you.

You gasped loudly grabbing his shoulders. “Waitt papa wait!” He smirked and thrusted harder, his dick hitting your g spot perfectly everyday. Your finger nails gripped into his strong tattooed arm.

“Yeahhh I’m getting in that pussy huhh mama” he said his voice raspy and deep, his tongue folded on his bottom lip. Your pussy was so tight and gripping his dick so good. You nodded your head already feeling out of it.

“Tell me how it feel baby…tell daddy.”

“Good, feel good daddyy.” You whine trying to sit up to ride him, you got up on your toes and laid your hands on his torso, he grinned big watching you “you gon ride like a big girl? Oh you acting outta character today princess.” You giggled but as soon as you sunk down you quickly remembered why you didn’t ride him often. “Go ahead you can do it baby.” You slowly but surely begin going quickly hitting deeper than before. Your knees knocked together when it started getting a little to deep and good.

“Gimme it! Gimme that daddy dick papa please I been a good girl promise!” You went on and on.

“Get it than mama you in control right now.” Connie said through small groans, you shook your head you wanted to keep going but all your strength was getting zapped. You fall onto his chest shaking like a leaf, his dick popping out. “Aw princess I thought you was gonna be a big girl and take it?” Connie chuckled smacking your ass making you jump a little.

“Papa I tried it’s just so hard and my legs aren’t that strong.” You pouted.

“That’s ok, that’s why I go to the gym.” He chuckled and picked you up by your legs and put his dick back in.

He Bounced you up and down, your loud wails were surely heard by the neighbors but Connie couldn’t give a fuck he was making his pretty girl feel good and that all that mattered to him…and you. You felt like you were in a whole different dimension you were hearing color and seeing sounds, your eyes felt like they were permanently crossed.

Connie loved your fucked out face, the drool and tears making you even prettier.

“M’ gonna nut daddy please don’t wanna make a mess on the floor waitt!” You sobbed, Connie ignored you and pounded harder because that’s exactly what he wanted.

“I know baby I know gimme that juice it’s okay daddy will clean it up.” He smiled gripping your face with one hand and the other holding you up, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

You whined against his lips and let it all out on his dick and floors. “There we gooo, mhmm.” He groaned rubbing his pink tip up and down your slit making your cum fling all over the both of you. You placed your face in his neck embarrassed hearing the loud splashing sounds. He smiled and waited to until your breathing evened out before setting you down on his bed. “You gonna suck daddy up?”

“Mhmm” You hummed giving him the prettiest smile before bringing his dick up to your lips.

“Daddies need to get spoiled too sometimes.”

#connie x black y/n #connie x black reader #aot connie #connie smut #connie springer #connie x you #connie x reader smut #connie x y/n #aot x y/n #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot fanfiction #Connie

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moshpitgamma · 6 months

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My Sunflower|| John Dory x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Angst+Fluff

(This is my first real fanfic so Plss don’t be TOO harsh)

YALL ITS LONG OK😭

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“John! I’m home!” Said the exhausted troll walking through the door of their shared apartment. “Huh? Damn it’s 9pm.” Y/n said checking the time. “Hun, You here?” They screamed again wondering why their fiancé wasn’t answering. When they didn’t get a response they started to get anxious, but convinced themselves he went to either the studio or to hang out with his brothers.

The clock finally hits 11:03pm and still there isn’t a sign of JD. “Why isn’t he answering his phone?” You said with worry laced in your voice. His brothers also didn’t answer their phones for god knows what. Now you’re in full panic mode pacing back and forth in the dining room blowing UP his phone with messages and calls. After your many failed attempts of contacting him you finally decided to call the only person you KNEW that was gonna pick up. So you called his grandma.

Once she answered you tried to hide your anxiousness and your panicked voice, but she caught on to it quickly. “Hi Mrs. Rosie, do you know where John is? I haven’t spoke to him since this morning before I went to work.” You asked frantically hoping that she would cure the pulsating adrenaline going through your body. When you finished your nauseating questions the silence you both held was fueling it like you were going to burst. When the never ending silence finally came to an end a sigh was heard. "Hun Bun….JD left hours ago after their embarrassing show fail." she told you with reassurance and empathy. She then continued to tell you how and what happened between the brothers. The last thing you ever heard from her was “Sweetie just give it time.” So you waited…

And waited….

Until 20 years have passed and still no sign of John. You were invited to the royal wedding of King Grisel and Bridget and was currently trying to find a dress. While rampaging you closet like a mad woman you come across and unfamiliar bagged dress. When you took it out you stared at it with tears welling up in your eyes. It was your dress he proposed to you in. It was admired in jewels and yellow sunflower like petals and soft like satin and silk. It was one of a kind. Your debating stopped instantly and you proceeded to put on the dress.

FAST FORWARD TO WEDDING :>

“We are gathered here today t-.” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A random voice yelled…

You felt like your heart was going to jump out your chest from all the adrenaline rushing. Trying to force your tears down you finally built enough courage to turn around and look to where everyone else was looking. When you finally saw who it was your tears finally escaped their haunted and sorrowful chamber. He was there……

Standing in front of Branch?

Trying to pick him up?

You didn’t wanna get noticed in this state so you turned to leave but you felt a hand grab your flushed smaller ones. It was Branch..”Are you ok?”he asked knowing you weren’t. “I’m ok.” You said quickly dismissing his attempts of comfort. Before you could leave you heard a nickname you never knew you would hear again. “My sunflower?” He must’ve felt the tension he created so he hurried to you and begged you too listen to his explanations and excuses. You couldn’t do nothing, BUT listen so you gave him 3 minutes. “The reason I left was because Brozone was turning into a disaster and I needed to just space myself away for a while!”

You didn’t know whether to be mad or sad or HELL even glad but you knew he was trying to get you to understand. “But did you have to go?” Tears welling up..

Silence…….

“Did you have to leave me alone without telling me ANYTHING?!!?”

“I-“ you didn’t let him finish before you started walking off letting the emotions and realization sink in. He knew he fucked up… He couldn’t let you leave…. He needed his flower…He ran up to you and hugged you as hard as he could to prevent you from leaving and cried like hell was dragging him away from the heaven he created with you. “Sunflower PLEASE, I promise I’ll never leave you again!!” He repeated like his life depended on it. You slowly started to give in and soothed him. “Please Hun, I promise I’ll pro-“ He couldn’t even get done with his sentence before feeling the feeling he oh so missed….

Your lips…

“Please Don’t leave me again.” You said barely above a whisper and your teary E/C eyes looked at him.

He smiled warmly and responded with nothing but sincerity..”Of course not my sunflower.”

THE ENDDDDDDD☺️🫶🏿

#trolls #brozone #brozone x reader #trolls branch #john dory #John dory x reader #trolls john dory #trolls band together

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thetobaccotornado · 4 months

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2010 bill x fem!

TW: smut, head (m recieving), pet names, face fucking, dacryphilia, [soft dom bill], praising, dirty talking

i sat on the couch in the living room, my eyes drooping as i fought to stay awake, waiting for bill to come home.

the front door suddenly swung open, before slamming again as i heard bill make his way towards the living room. even though i couldnt see him yet, i could tell something was off with him, by the way his footsteps were heavy, and the sound of his boots dragging on the ground.

he stopped at the doorway of the living room, dropping his bag to the floor next to him and bringing his hands up to his face, dragging them down his porcelain skin with a groan.

“you okay baby?” i said sitting up, making my way over to him, suddenly intrigued by his behaviour.

“mmhmm… things in the studio were just- todays been such a long day… i just need to relax..” he groaned.

i looked up at him, pulling his hands away from his face. “i know something that can help you relax…” i said with a lustful look.

a smirk made its way to his lips, the corners curling up slightly in a devilish smile. “oh really” he said, sliding his hands down my sides. “and what would that be?”

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i look in front of me, bill sitting on the edge of the bed, his erection slapping up against his stomach as he frees it from his boxers.

he looks doen at me and strokes my cheek delicately, looking into my eyes. “you gonna suck it baby?” bill asks with a devilish grin.

i maintain eye contact, stuffing the head of his cock in my mouth, which earned a low groan from him.

“yeah princess… just like that…” he groaned as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

after a while, bill could tell i was slowing down, struggling to take his whole cock in my mouth. he begins using his handful of my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock at a brutal pace.

“sh-shhitt baby.. such a good girl f’me… letting me use your pretty little throat for this” he groaned, begging to buck his hips up into my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting a certain spot in the back of my throat, making me gag. bill groaned at the vibrations of my gag around his cock, as tears poured down my cheeks.

“just a- fuck- just a little longer my love… m’gonna cum… fuck- gonna let me come in this pretty mouth hm? he said pulling me up off his cock slightly, making a pop sound as my lips left the head of his cock.

i sucked in a deep breath, catching my breath as spit and drool trailed down my lips.

“answer me” he said, gripping tighter on my hair making me subconsciously let out a whimper.

“mm-mh yes… please!” i whined, squeezing my thighs together, trying but failing to stop the burning beginning to form between my legs.

“thats my girl…” he whispered, guiding my mouth down onto his cock once more, continuing his brutal attack on my throat.

his hips began to buck wildly, his cock hitting new deeper angles down my throat, his hand in my hair still slamming me down on his length, my nose touching his lower stomach every so often.

“fuck baby… gonna- m’gonna cum… fuck- fuck!”he cried out, as i felt him release his hot ropes of cum down my throat. he pulled out, watching intently as i swallowed his cum, the sweet taste lingering in my mouth as i looked up at him, opening my mouth to show him that i had swallowed, in fact swallowed it all.

“fuck y/n… such a good girl” he croaked, catching his breath. he brought me up to his level before kissing my lips with such passion. “did so well baby, so proud of you”

****************************************************an/: OMG YALL! FIRST FIC POSTED! WHAT YALL THINK?

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing #gustav schäfer #hes so babygirl #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #girlblogger #femcel #bill kaulitz x reader

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xcherryerim · 3 months

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Chocolate Kisses

"Who can love you like I love you? This warm and yet distant sweet dream" - Underwater by Red Velvet

Mike Schmidt x gn!reader | word count: 2.3k

- SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY! -

Warning: oral sex (to reader, no genital specified), penetration, unprotected sex (wear condoms yall pls) , A lot of teasing, facial, porn with plot (also a bit of fluff)

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing penetration in a gender neutral aspect. If there is any mistakes let me know so I can go back and change it. Thank you!

Summary: After another failed date that makes you feel like you will never find love, you go to your best friend's place (Mike), searching for comfort, but he ends up showing you the love you’ve been craving (and also something big and thick).

You gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, tears welling up in your eyes, struggling to keep yourself at bay as you drove through the dark streets. You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone right now and drowning in self-pity. You needed to be with someone who could understand, and that person was Mike.

Once you arrived, you wiped away the tears as if trying to hide your sadness and sorrow. You cried in front of Mike many times, even over small things like watching a sad movie. But he couldn’t handle seeing you cry because of heartbreak. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The quiet street made you even more nervous as you waited for Mike to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and the sight of him struck you in all his glory. His hair dripped with water from a recent shower, and the scent of minty shampoo wafted all over the air. The dreamy sight of him mesmerized you.

“Hey… Aren’t you supposed to be on another date today?” His raspy voice brought you back to your depressive reality. Mike’s head tilted as you tried hiding your puffy eyes behind your hair. You were praying he wouldn’t notice your pain, but your heart sank again when you saw the look of pity that flashed across his face.

“How do you think it went?”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his home, and closed the door behind you. “You know I’m always here to listen,” he says, leading you to the living room. “Why don’t you sit, and we can talk about it over hot chocolate?”

He disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two steaming mugs of the comforting drink. As you accepted the mug, he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your knee, as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Just take your time and tell me what happened.”

You sipped the hot chocolate, the warmth from the drink and Mike’s pats on your knee spreading over you. “It was just like the others, Mike,” you began, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Mike sighs, staring off into space before he speaks. “I hate when you—“ he starts before his tone softens at the sight of your sad eyes. He searches for the right words as they catch in his throat.

“I don’t get why you keep trying,” he says, his voice quivering with concern and exasperation. “That’s all.”

Your eyes were already welling up with tears, but his words hit deep, and you could barely speak. “Mike—“ you choked out.

“No!” He shouted, clenching his fists and tightening his jaw. “I hate seeing you suffer over the same thing!” Mike’s anger flared, but his emotions weren’t directed at you. Instead, fear and frustration fueled him because of your suffering.

Mike can’t stand to see his friend, the person he loves, hurt by failed relationships repeatedly. He’s frustrated and angry, but most of all, he’s tired of seeing you devastated when things go wrong. Mike wants to protect you, but can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you utter, eyes filling with remorse and empathy as you look up at him. “You’re right. Maybe love isn’t for me.”

Mike’s heart broke into a million pieces as he heard those words. He couldn’t help but feel responsible like he had failed you somehow. As he sees you struggling to hold your tears, he whispers, gently cupping your face in the palms of his hands. “Don’t say that. You deserve love and you will find it when you least expect it.” You stare up at him, trying to believe him.

“I’m just so tired of the same thing happening, and I know you hate seeing me like this.” You try to hide your sorrow with a chuckle, but there is so much sadness behind the apology. “I feel so pathetic.”

Wanting nothing more than to relieve your agony, he reached out gently and wiped away the stray tear from your cheek. “You’re not pathetic, and you don’t have to go through this alone,” Mike voices with determination. “I’m here for you. Here for you, no matter what,” he murmurs, pulling away slightly. “And if you ever need a reminder of that,” Mike grins, “just look at me.”

“Mike— “you began, but he cut you off.

“I care about you more than I can express, and I want to be here for you,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, I can be the person who makes you feel alive, happy, and loved.”

Mike pulled you close, his sturdy figure pressing against yours as his hands gripped your hips. The anticipation and tension of years of unspoken feelings and emotions make every touch more severe. As his lips crashed onto yours, you could hardly contain yourself with the rush of pleasure. The intensity of the kiss was almost too much to bear, but you found yourself wanting more when the two of you broke apart.

“Maybe it’s time to stop searching elsewhere and find what we both want,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words in response to his passionate kiss. “Yes,” you rasped out. “I want that too.”

Mike couldn’t help the sensual grin that spread across his face as he felt you nod. “Then let’s explore this together,” he whispered, leading you towards his bedroom. As you entered, he carefully undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your figure. His fingers traced the curves and lines, making you shiver with satisfaction, your moans growing shallow with each brush.

Mike knew exactly how to drive you wild, teasing and pushing all your buttons until you couldn’t help but beg for more. Each caress became increasingly bolder and more assertive, leaving no part of you untouched. His fingers traced the delicate lines from your neck, down to your chest, across your stomach, and finally stopping at your pelvis. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes drinking into every inch of you like a thirsty man finding an oasis

He stepped back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. His gaze lingered on your curves, tracing the lines of his fingertips along your skin as if he were trying to commit them to memory. With a sudden, decisive movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you in place. The suddenness of it sent a thrill of desire coursing all over you.

His lips traced a path from your collarbone to your breastbone, his teeth gently grazing your smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You arched in response, crying softly as he continued his journey lower. His tongue danced over you, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh, making the ache between your legs grow more insistent, demanding to be satiated.

As the tension built between you, Mike increased the pressure on you, eliciting grunts and pleasured gasps from you. You trembled under his skilled ministrations, and you found yourself lost in the sensual bliss he was creating. Your gasps, heavy and uneven, filled the room as you surrendered to the moment.

“Mike, please just fuck me already,” you implored, your fingers gripping his hair hard, a sign of the intensity of your desire. Mike whimpered softly, his eyes widening as he lifted his head to look at you.

“I know I am taking a long time, but I’ve been wanting this for years,” he whispered, his tone barely audible over your ragged breathing. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his desire for you. He released his grip on your thighs, his hands now tracing gentle, sensual patterns on you.

“Please, just let me take my time with you,” he pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to make this as amazing for you as it is for me.” His words sent a shudder through you, and you nodded, unable to speak, your body asking for him to continue. Mike positioned your frame carefully, supporting your back with his chest and lifting your knees onto the soft mattress. He traced the head of his cock along your slick entrance, taunting and pleasuring you as he edged closer to penetration. His roughened fingertips grazed against your sensitive skin once again, each caress making a delicate dance of anticipation and desire.

As he finally pressed the tip of his erection into your opening, you arched your back instinctively. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath as the pain gave way to fulfillment.

Mike leaned closer, purring into your ear. “You can take it,” he assured you, his cozy voice sending a wave of excitement down your spine. His roughened fingertips traced patterns on you. After exploring your silhouette with delicate touches, Mike brought his hands to your chest, tracing circles around your nipples. His fingers playing around, exploring every inch of you, while his thumb was rubbing your swollen flesh in circular motions.

“If you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to stop myself,” Mike declared. It seemed you were unaware of the delicate nature of his thrust, considering his massive presence and the way his skilled hands were sending pleasure down your entire being. You couldn’t resist the approaching climax, and yet, you yearned for even more of his touch.

“Harder, Mike, please.” You managed to say it in between whimpers.

His hips rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before—hot, thick, and demanding. Your form tensed up, bracing itself for the inevitable pain that followed, but it never came. Instead, a wave of intense gratification washed over you, making your entire being convulse in ecstasy as your bodies melded together like two pieces of a broken puzzle, finally fitting together perfectly.

As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you cried out his name. The sensation of him being inside you was overwhelming, making you beg for more. But instead of stopping or slowing down, Mike continued at the same pace.

“Yes, scream my name,” Mike growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of your moans reverberated off the walls of the empty area, filling it with an erotic symphony. His thrusts grew more harsh, matching your rapidly escalating arousal. With each powerful slam, he pushed you to the edge, the air around you thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

Despite your intense climax, Mike persisted, his hips rocking fervently, driving deeper and deeper inside you. Your body convulsed under the overstimulation, your nails digging into the thin fabric of the bed, leaving small indentations behind. Your voice quivered as you implored for release, your form shaking with each plea, but he silenced you with a firm, possessive kiss on your neck.

“Just a bit more, please,” he begged, the scent of his desire intoxicating. His frame glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, creating a symphony of sensations that filled the air. Mike started to mumble incoherent words, his face contorted in ecstasy as he fought to maintain control. It was clear he was nearing his climax. Mike’s words were lost amidst the primal sounds of passion, but you could feel the urgency in his tone, the desperation to find release. His build shook under the intensity of the moment, the muscles in his arms and back tense with exertion.

You could see the struggle in his face, the battle between his body and mind as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Mike’s ragged groans filled the space, while sweat glistened on him. At that moment, you knew he was about to lose himself, his form shaking with the force of his need. You felt his presence twitch inside you, each pulse an indication of his approaching end.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Even though your weakened figure struggled to obey he carefully lowered you to the floor, cradling you in his arms before setting you down. Your legs wobbled beneath you, but he held on to you tightly, his hands strong and reassuring.

His figure towered above yours, his arousal still erect and pulsing. He started to stroke himself in front of you, his whimpers soft but urgent as he cried out your name, lost in the haze of his desire. His release approached right after, covering your face and shape in a warm, sticky way. The sensation was overwhelming, a tangible reminder of the satisfaction he had given you.

Mike looked over at you, his eyes admiring the sight of your physique and glistening with his release. His own body trembled as he lowered himself to meet yours, still catching his breath. With a playful grin, he chuckled, “You know,” he utters, his tone low and sultry, “you look better like this.”

His fingers gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, framing it perfectly around your flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mix of admiration and contentment as if he had found the perfect end to the night.

“Asshole,” you responded with a chuckle, returning his playful banter.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, his tone more serious. “I’ve known you for years, and you never looked better than right now.” A gentle kiss accompanied his confession on your forehead, his warm gasp brushing against your cheeks. Despite his teasing earlier, there was genuine admiration and affection in his voice. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling happiness wash over you.

“Let’s shower together,” Mike suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not responsible if we end up fucking in the shower, though,” he added playfully as he made his way toward the bathroom.

For the first time in years, you felt truly happy and loved, and it was all because of Mike. All those unspoken desires between each other were finally fulfilled. A sense of peace flooded over you, making you realize that this is where you belong—with Mike, who truly understood you on a deeper level.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading!

Should I write a pt.2 on the shower or what? >:)

If you only want to be updated on my smut works consider following @xxxcherryerim, I will be reposting my work there.

#mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt fanfic #josh hutcherson #derek danforth x you #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth smut #josh futturman x you #josh futturman smut #josh futturman #derek danforth

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trashiewrites · 2 years

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pinning ghost against a wall and kissing the shit out of him leaving him flustered lmaoo

I know for a fact this is no way anyone would think this would go but ayeeee! Hope yall enjoy~

Don’t Test Me~ (ghost x reader)

Word count: 549

Rated: G for girlbossin 😎😎😎

Ahh, domestic life is surely a spender. From being a classified asset to just a housewife due to your kids. Honestly, you envy your husband for still being in his task force. Simon, being gone for long periods of time, is usually good at helping out but today he's been particularly difficult.

You walked past holding your youngest in your arms, walking beside your husband sitting on the sofa and pecking the top of his head "Simon love can you start the laundry for me~" Simon glanced over and hummed. "Thank you." You would smile and go tend to the babies. Going back an hour later and the laundry hasn't been touched. Did it irritate you? Yes, immensely. But you put the benefit of the doubt that he had some other things to do. You looked around the house to see Simon exactly where he last was. Yes, you don't say anything about it.

Off the go make dinner for every one you make Simon's favorite since you had yet to celebrate his return. It was a lovely dinner, fighting with your older toddler to eat the food. Eating your food, Simon finishing before you. "Thank you for the food dove~" he wrapped his arms around your shoulders; you leaned back into his chest.

"No problem, Simon," you relaxed your eyes as his lips met your forehead. Cries echo through the house, "little one must have heard us eating." He whispered.

"I'll handle it, can you handle the kitchen for me?" Simon nodded and you went to handle the baby. It took you a small while, a cranky baby in all situations means bad time; That took you about an hour tops. You, exhausted and somewhat anxious, went to grab a bottle of water. While passing by you saw Simon at his desk doing something, you're unsure of what exactly. Then again it didn't matter to you. Walking into the kitchen to grab yourself some water. You take one step before stopping in your track, the kitchen wasn't even cleaned! AT ALL. You didn't know what He was on today but you were mad. "SIMON RILEY!" You hear him rush down the stairs.

"What's wrong? You okay?!" Simon's face was written with concern, you only looked back at him unamused. You grabbed him and moved him in front of the fridge.

"Knees, now!" You said sternly, Simon looked back visibly confused. "Did I stutter Riley?"

"No ma'am," he did as told, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. Honestly, he prob thought things were going to go another way. With your hand, you grasped his cheeks under his chin and directed his face to the messy kitchen.

"What did you tell me earlier?" His expression turned from 'oh~' to 'oh shit' real quick. "Now, within the next 30 minutes, I want this kitchen sparkling. Do I make myself clear?" You stared deeply into his brown eyes; his breath was heavy. He gulped loudly and then nodded. You chuckled and smirked, "Good boy~" Your fingers trailed his neck, and you kissed him softly. "Finish before 20 minutes and I'll reward you, Simon~" you waved at him as you walked out of the room; leaving the man on his knees, speechless, and very 'frustrated'. He never cleaned so fast in his fucking life.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon x reader #simon riley #fluffy #trashie answers #cod mw2 #cod mw #cod mw22

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cwbylikeyou · 8 months

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Hey can I get some johnny cage x fem reader angst where Johnny cheats on reader with sonya :(

Cardigan.

hi! thank you so much for the request. i'm not sure if i'm really good at writing something so emotional, but i tried my best.

tw: cheating.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! also, for those who might be interested, i'm writing a multi chapter story in portuguese and i'm wondering if i should translate to english and post it here. can give yall some details later...

enjoy, beijos!

You knew.

It was obvious, undeniable. The inappropriate whispers, the quick glances full of malicious intent, two glasses of wine in the living room when he was supposed to be alone at the house you both shared. Nobody could ever close their eyes to something so painful, not even you, with all the love you had for him.

Johnny Cage always had wandering eyes, something you used to find funny. The mischievous, flirty jokes that attracted you remained there, but it was a matter of time for the target to be someone else. But John Carlton seemed different than Johnny, the cinema icon. John looked at you with sweet eyes, something that only existed for you, on that you could be sure. It was all yours. Until it wasn’t.

For some time you asked yourself why. But there wasn’t an answer. You accommodated him, made room for him in your life, saw him fail in directing all those films, watched the fights he won and took care of him in the ones he didn’t. You were not the reason. The reason didn’t exist. But you had to ask.

“Why?” You asked, the silence so uncomfortable you almost could touch it, in the bedroom that used to be yours. He didn’t answered. “Is it because she is a lieutenant? You liked the adrenaline?”

One last piece of clothing was put in your bag, a cardigan he had gave you long ago. He remained in silence, in front of the door, almost blocking it. You wanted a reaction, cries of apology, screams and pleads for you not to leave: there’s nothing. It is impressive that Cage is not speaking up.

"I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs, knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired"

He finally says something: your name. Eyes down, full of tears that don’t fall, an ocean blue stuck at his chest.

“And you can’t even say you’re sorry”

“I am.”

You had showed him all of your scars, he had kissed all of them, drawing constellations of stars in your skin and your heart. Now, he was becoming another one. One that would hurt do leave and take longer to heal.

“You don’t need to stay. Just say you forgive me.”

Even in this moment, he was still Johnny Cage. The one that wanted to feel good about himself. No mistakes, he wanted to be perfect.

“It’s too soon for that, John. You need the green light of forgiveness? Can’t give you that right now."

You close your bag. It’s done. On your way out, you ask yourself if tou can forgive him one day. But today, you only want to forget.

#dina writes! 🩷#id forgive him being honest #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat

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rookiesbookies · 5 months

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The Assistant pt 1

Masterlist is pinned as always and please leave requests!

So I was blasting Government Hooker by Lady Gaga when picking up a friend and it gave me an excellent idea for a prompt I may use on some other characters but for now im doing Konig. I wanted to do this as a single part piece but I didnt get enough time in one it and wanted to post today, so here yall go!

When KorTac hired her, it was half a joke. The higher ups watched him get a bit war crime-y. Truth be told, it was partially a joke.

Did he need an assistant? Yes, he did. He was doing more desk work and they needed him to be efficient.

Konig was definitely concerned when there was a second smaller desk in his room. He assumed they were shuffling furniture around.

What he did not expect was a sweet little lady in a pencil skirt and a clipboard to skitter in.

“I'm so sorry, sir! I would have been on time and there’s no excuse, the boys were a bit… interested in my presence.” The young woman shuffled in, placing a tote, her clipboard, and the purse down.

She quickly shuffled over, “i apologize I forgot to introduce myself,” she held out her hand and gave her name. “I'm your new assistant, here to help with any need! It’s explicitly stated in my contract,” she giggled. Seemingly not understanding the meaning of ‘everything’ by those who hired her.

“Ah.” Konig said, gingerly shaking her hand. Uninterested.

“Hey, lady! There’s a package for you! From the top!” Horangi said, holding a box, chuckling. He set it in her desk and sauntered over Konig and tapped his chest. Whispering, “you’re gonna want to watch this.”

She raised an eyebrow then carefully started to open it. A small notecard on top, “contract says everything. Nothing but the best for the Colonel,” she mumbled as she read it. Opening the pink box, that was in the cardboard one.

Her face flushed and a scream that crackled up from her chest as she dropped the box to the floor.

She quickly skittered, crossing her sweater over her body and pulling her pencil skirt to try to hide, out the door. She mumbled while passing the two men, “pardon me I'm sorry. I need to go collect myself.”

Konig walked over to her desk, peaking at the plastic box on the floor. He bent down to pick through the items.

Bottle after bottle of lube, boxes of condoms, the note, a rechargeable bullet vibrator and cock ring.

“They sent this to a lady?” Konig scoffed.

“It was actually some of the recruits. Once they heard about how explicit her contract was.” Horangi said, picking it up. “Higher ups did mention that you didn’t have a partner.”

Konig groaned, “abusing a woman for her contract is no way to handle anything.”

“Is it abusing it if it's in her contact?”

“I will not be playing this game.”

“Suit yourself, she only takes orders from you.”

“Move the box somewhere. Anywhere but here.”

“You’re barracks it is.”

Konig sighed.

When the poor girl came back her hair was in a messy bun, slowing off her neck, and her sweater was crudely crossed over her skin. Her eyes were watery, but she didn’t appear to have cried. She stood in front of where Konig sat, gently set down a cup of coffee, and bowed her head a bit.

“Let me know if there’s any way I can assist you. You have three things on the agenda today. The first is drills with you recruits, happening in approximately 30 minutes. The second being a meeting at 1300 hours with your lieutenants. And the third a phone call from the general at 1600 hours. I’m going to prepare some notes for each of things I recommend you should cover, its up to you if you wish to use them.” She said before walking over and plopping herself on her chair. She opened up a small laptop and began typing things out.

The soft noises of her keyboard filled the room like a white noise. She didn’t even give him the opportunity to respond really.

He took a sip of the coffee, before humming with amusement. It was just how he liked it. Medium roast, a splash of half & half, and a bit of splenda. He had quit using sugar a while ago, but appreciated something to cut the bitter taste. She has put possibly a packet more of splenda than he would, but he didn’t complain, it was good coffee. It also wasn’t scalding hot, it was perfectly just beyond warm.

He glanced over at her and watched a small smile appear on the lady’s face.

He looked at the mug and gawked.

It’s pattern was that of the famous Austrian art piece, The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.

He would admit, this young woman had started to impress him. Good taste in art, great taste in mugs, and an excellent understanding of something as small as how he likes his coffee.

She also happily carried all his papers to mail boxes and such, refilling his coffee, and letting officers in to talk. She reminded him of his meeting, handing him half a page of notes with a small smiley face with a ‘Go get ‘em’ on it.

He would admit, he could get used to this.

Sadly the harassment from the recruits didn’t stop on the second day. There was a metal name plate on her desk with the words ‘Colonel’s Personal Whore’ on it, which almost made her faint. Konig watched carefully as she paled, smiling through it as she went to the bathroom. Konig chuckled at the terrible sign with bitter in his voice before throwing it in the bottom drawer of his desk.

She didn’t dare ask where the sign went. Konig was going to shove it up the ass of whoever dared to do it.

The sign did make him curious about her contract, he hoped it was an exaggeration.

He learned, however, actually why she hadn’t quit on the first day when the harassment started.

She was being paid a fuck ton and the wording as just as explicit as her joke and the harassment made it seem. It was clear she hadn’t read the whole contract. It stated things like how the company would take liability for any bodily injury so long as it only came from the Colonel, how they would pay for any abortion so long as she could prove it was the Colonel’s, and other horrible things. She had effectively signed away her body under some of the wording.

Wording like this is why Konig didn’t believe women should be in the workforce. This horrible objectivization of this woman was staring him in the face and he wanted to gag. This was a woman, not a fleshlight.

Poor thing was too simple to recognize what she had signed. A simple woman, which aroused him a bit.

On the fourth and fifth days he was growing more tired of the harassment than anyone. On the sixth day he decided to make a move.

He highlighted a section of the file on his computer. The contract was like seven pages long, but he only took snips of it to print. He stapled them together and put them on your desk when you were getting the notes you had printed for a meeting. You caught him walking out the door and he pressed a mask-covered kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you, I left something I want you to read through for me on your desk.” He said before heading to the board room with the notes in hand.

Her face went pale and her cheeks flushed as she read through it, the lingo finally clicking in her head. When he came back, her head was in her palms and her fingers were tangled in her hair.

#cod x reader #call of duty #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig #konig cod #konig x y/n #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #konig x you

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indigo-o · 11 months

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I won't leave you

I really don't know what to do with this but I hope yall enjoy

The reader is like a little sibling/child to sigma even though he's 3 lmao

Reader also had an ability to draw things into life to an extent which is why they're working with him.

Fluff/comfort

Tw: Nikolai gogol, mentions of abuse, yelling I think that's it.

I looked up to see the sun rising. Time to start a new day. I went to my closet and got ready.

Ever day was like this, simple. My life in the sky casino. I'm the secretary to the general Manger. He doesn't even need one. He remembers everything.

I open the door. The same hallway it's been for a while since they hired me. I walked through the hallway getting to his office.

"Good sir, I'm sorry I'm late.". I sighed.

He gave a soft smile. "It's fine don't worry.".

I grabbed a piece of paper and sat down next to him and began to write and draw.

"Remember you have 1 meeting today with client a750 at 1400.". I smile.

He nodded.

We sat in his office for an 3-4 hours when his meeting came up.

It was a very 'private' meeting meaning I had to leave. Right before I left he gave me a key to his room and said.

"I have something in there for you.".

I took it and left the office, as I left a man with long white hair and Heterochromia eyes held the door open for me and then closed it quite quickly once I left.

I didn't put much thought to it and walked to his room.

When I opened the door I found a little gift bag, which held a set of very expensive pencils and sketch books. And right next to the gift bag was a bouquet of lillys.

He truly does memorize things.

So so kind.

I sat down on his couch and began to draw. I and after an hour or so I felt my eyes grow weak. And like that I was asleep.

✨️Sigma's pov✨️

"So you just kidnapped them?". I yelled at this clown in front of me.

"Oh no! We saved them! We give them protection for use of thire ability!". He's laughed without a care in the world.

"This is a 15 year old! They don't need this! I'm sure they already have enough to deal with!".

"Quiz time!!!! Why did we, what did you say? Kidnap them???, did you because their family abused them??? CORRECT!!". He shouted.

He then continued. " if it weren't for us they wouldn't be here, and we decided that you would be the best to take care of them. So yes we did kidnapp them but for a good cause. Remember I may be crazy but I feel gilt. And leaving them in there especially with their ability would have cause gilt.".

Hes definitely insane. At least he had good intentions this time. The truth is I don't need them but they need me.

"Okay gogol, thank you for coming. We will need to re-introduce y'all so thire comfortable.".

"Byeeeeeèeee sigma!!!". A grin appeared on his face as he disappeared threw his over coat.

I stood up, to go to room and check to see if they were still in there. "I'll be back."

Low and behold there they were curled up on my couch sound asleep. I walked to my bed and grabbed a blanket for them. Then placing on top of them.

Something was off, they were tense. Too tense. (Iconic dun dun duhnnnnn)

I shock them. It took 3 times then they opened their eyes shot open.

♧《readers pov》♧

I jumped up and grabbed the nearest person to me, it happened to only sigma in the room. I hugged him as tight as I could.

He tensed up but then relaxed.

"It's okay, shhh. It's okay. Nothing can hurt you.".

I continued to hug him as I cried.

"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

♤★Back to sigma's pov★♤

this what gogol ment. The other two can't deal with this. But shit I don't know what to do. Do I just sit here? Am I helping?

"Don't worry I won't leave you.".

I continued to let them hold on to me. Cry as much as they needed. I rubbed their back. Their breath slowed down.

"It's okay don't worry, I'm here, I won't leave you."

Their head laid on my chest as they slowly fell back into sleep.

"I won't leave you"

Hope y'all enjoyed!

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #sigma x reader #fluff #sigma bsd #bsd sigma

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yourmomni · 10 months

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Jake thoughts...💭

Yall enjoy 😇

Argument pt2

This is another situation and how jake and you get into a serious argument

We all know when Jake does something he puts his whole heart into it no matter what it is . But I feel like he would be to invested into one thing that he forgets about the one thing that actually matters

Like he's trying his best for you but you're missing him physically

You slammed the door in his face kicking your shoes off your feet

He opened the glaring at the back of my head

" real fucking mature y/n" you completely ignored him slamming your clutch on the counter by the door and storming farther into the house

Jake isn't known to egg on an argument but in this situation he wanted all the smoke

He followed after you hot on your heels

" I can't believe you acted like such a dick especially in front of my family." You swugged opening the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water

" I couldn't decline a work call especially when we're in our business season."

You huffed and poured the water in a glass. " All I asked was for an evening with my husband, a calm peaceful non-working evening."

To be honest you've never been this mad at him before for as long as y'all been together

" and instead he decided to sneak off into the man's room and hold a meeting." You threw the bottle in the trash

" Babe I know you're mad but -" you cut him off " You think I'm mad jaeyun Im way past mad okay mad is letting you sleep on the couch I'm freaking furious with you right now I'd rather you sleep outside then anywhere else." You snatched the cup and began walking up the stairs to your room

" Okay you definitely overreacting." You flung around staring him dead in the eyes. " overreacting." You started walking down the stairs and he started backing up

" I spent months trying to have my parents here to have my husband OFF of work so they can spend time together."

He visibly swallowed his spit. " and my husband literally leaves to handle some business for not 1 not 2 but 3 damn hours." He looked away from you clenching his jaw

" Then that's not even the icing on the cake " You pushed his shoulder. " You have the nerve to compare me to the other wives you argued with my father and brother and you completely ignored my mother ."

Jake huffed " it was just to make conversation and I didn't-" you stopped him again

" Jake, I don't know what you think this is." You motioned towards him and you." But I'm your wife, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your side hoe or whatever I'm your wife. You made an oath to me when I walked down that aisle that you would protect me from anything and everything and to also appreciate me for who i am today, I didn't feel protected nor appreciated."

You whipped your eyes quickly " you humiliated me in front of my parents and in front of our friends."

He scoffed. " I'm the only one making the money in this house so I'm sorry if I jump at every opportunity that's thrown at me. I do it for you. I do it so you can live in this beautiful house and wear designer clothes and be able to plan as many parties as your little heart desires"

You gasped. " I never wanted this!" I cried out. " your the money hungry one so don't spin it on me you're the one who couldn't see that i would have been with you no matter what. You're the one that decided to take over your dads company" The tears were now pouring out of my eyes.

" All I wanted was a life with you, that's it, nothing more. I just wanted to be with you."

He was biting the inside of his cheek. " now i can't even look at you." You ran up the stairs to your room slamming the door leaving jake on the stairs.

He huffed grabbing the railing and sitting down on the steps. She'll get over it. He thought

Oh he was so wrong

When y/n said they were furious she meant it.

That night Jake slept on the couch but not the one in the living room, the one in the guesthouse that was outside.

Y/n meant what she said, he was lucky enough she allowed him to even sleep on the couch

When Jake woke up he was still wearing his dress shirt from the night before and boxers. She wouldn't even let him back into the main house to take a shower

Jake knew he was fucked.

He stretched and felt the pain in his back hurt more with ever reaching. He got up and walked towards the main house he rushed pass the pool and too the slide door pulling on it but it didn't move

" She has to be joking right now."

She locked him out.

He was wearing a shirt and some boxers and his wife locked him outside at 8 o'clock in the morning

The worst part of all was that he could see through the house from where he was standing and the kitchen was in full view

And so was his wife

Standing their all pretty making herself some coffee in an oversized shirt and panties

Was she teasing him right now?

" Baby open the door."

She looked at him with the most innocent glance sweetly waving to him

" Good morning babe I would ask how you slept but I can see it all over you."

She smirked leaning on the counter with 2 mugs in her hand sitting one beside her

On it read " I'm the boss." It was Jake's mug

" Do you think it's funny to lock me out of my own house?" She nodded

" I find it very humorous." She sipped the coffee out of her mug that had a picture of him and her on it from their honeymoon

Thunder was heard over him and he looked up at the sky. It was a soft Gray which meant rain would come any second

" Okay okay what do you, you want the Prada bag I said no to last week or that Black BMW."

I rolled my eyes. " Jake, you still haven't learned anything. You can't buy me."

He anxiously looked up at the sky." No no I listened i did but you don't understand honey it's going to rain and I have an Important meeting today at 3 that I have to make and I'm no help if I'm sick."

You groaned, slamming your mug on the table. " See your job is still your number 1 priority you learned nothing from last night"

You crossed your arms looking at him. He was biting his lips. " Yeah figure out how to get inside yourself I'm going back to sleep."

His eyes widded "Wait baby no don't go please" She walked up the stairs disappearing from his view sending him a flying kiss as she closed the door to the room

" No no no no." He slammed his fist to the door. His forehead rested on the glass cursing himself for being such an idiot

His blonde locks covering his eyes now as he looked up at the sky and felt the first drop of rain hit his cheek

Then it started pouring

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mha-cuties-pls · 10 months

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Jealous!bakugo nsfw pls?

A/N: Hey! Sorry I’ve been so MIA life is so crazy and I always be tryna find time to write but there’s too many situations where ppl can see my screen then I feel I like I can’t be as creatively nasty as I want LMAO but anyways ! A short lil nsfw for yall not v proofread bc I JUST wanted to post so bad hopefully I ain’t do too bad lmao

Pairing: Reader x Bakugo | Rating: M | words: 500ish | genre: smut

You cried out, placing your hands on the headboard in front of you to steady your body as Bakugo continued slamming into you harder than he ever had before. “Fu-Fu-Fuck, bab-by.” Every word came out between high pitched moans that you couldn’t help but release every time he shoved himself completely inside you; filling you up more than you thought you could handle. Not that you could move if you wanted to, though, with the death grip he had on your hips.

The noises you made only served to amp him up more, and he grabbed your neck from behind, choking you and straightening your back as he brought his face to your ear. “Call out my name, you fucking slut.” He spat, his grip tightening on your neck causing a deep moan to release from inside your chest. His rhythm never faltered, and he even began to fuck you harder; if that was even possible. “I want everyone to hear how you scream for me, baby.” He growled lowly in your ear, and the icy tone it carried sent a shiver down your spine.

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes from the delicious sting of his hard length stretching you out. “Ba-kugohhh! Ah-,” you tried to slink forward to help your body adjust to his bruising thrusts and impossible girth, but he was holding you in place; forcing you to take it all. “oh-oh my god. Ba-” Every thrust he made caused a gasp or whimper to escape your lips, something Bakugou absolutely loved about fucking you.

Especially considering you two were in his dorm right now, and he was positive your screams were being heard by his neighbor through the wall.

The annoying memory of you cozying up to Todoroki and fawning over him, alongside all the other class 1-A girls earlier today, played briefly through Bakugous mind, causing the scowl on his face to grow even larger.

Gripping your ass almost painfully, he spanked you loudly before emitting a deep groan from his chest himself; he loved seeing your ass jiggle like that for him. “You like when I pound your pretty pussy baby?” He asked, earning an overly-eager nod from you that just served to inflate his ego even more. Staring down at you folded in front of him, he grabbed your hips and pulled you into one of his thrusts particularly hard, and the scream you let out because of it caused an evil smile to grow on his lips. His hips made another violent snap while his hands held you in place. “You like being my little fuck-doll?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your words were breathless and weak as you were lost in the feeling of him filling you up with such delicious ferocity. Turning your head back, you caught his predatory gaze, making him smirk; before slowing his pace down only for a second, and then thrusting back into you so hard you genuinely screamed.

Bakugo grinned wide hearing you scream so loud beneath him, and delivered another harsh blow to your butt before the sounds of his balls slapping violently against your wet pussy consumed the entire room. You tried to stifle your screams by shoving your face down into the mattress, but felt his hand immediately tangle in your hair and yank your head back up roughly, eliciting another loud yelp from you. “Don’t you dare hold back now, baby.” he hissed, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath. “Tell them you’re mine.” He let go suddenly, pushing your face down forward a bit while he positioned himself back on his knees above you again. Grabbing both your hips roughly, Bakugo pulled you into his thrust, the force and his girth delivering pleasure so good your mind went blank for a second; all you were able to think about was how nice it felt when he bottomed out in you.

“Bakugou!” You screamed, barely able to hold yourself up on your elbows,

His hands struck your ass again, and the loud sound bounced off the walls along with the sound of his skin smacking against yours with every thrust. “Again.” He hissed, delivering another harsh blow to your butt that was surely turning red at this point.

“Fuck!” You cried out, borderline sobbing from the overstimulation, “th-this is your p-pussy Bakugou.” Lost in the feeling of being so overpowered, your mind felt fuzzy and, you could have swore a bit of drool just dripped from your mouth onto the mattress.

After he delivered yet another loud slap onto your butt, you felt his hands snake around your neck from behind, pulling you closer to him while he choked you. You whimpered, now taking his impossible length even deeper as he held your airway tight and body rigidly beneath him.

“That’s it baby,” you heard him coo, and hearing him praise you like that made you smile and hum happily in response; you may have even giggled a little bit but you couldnt help it, you had never felt this before. You’d do anything to please him, and the thought of him using you however he wanted- there was nothing you found sexier.

He finally let go, shoving your face down into the bed briefly while he pushed himself back up, and returned to a steady pace.

You looked over your shoulder to see his red eyes glazed over as he stared at where he entered you, watching himself disappear as your tight, creamy pussy sucked him in.

His mouth hung open as his strokes became slow, and his eyes shifted intently from where he was looking, and back to your face, watching your expression contort each time when bottomed out inside you. Suddenly pulling your body onto his length by grabbing your hips, Bakugou pulled you against him, placing an arm across your stomach and chest to make sure your back was pressed flush against him; you began to squirm a bit as you let out small whimpers, the entirety of his length a bit too much for you to take in this position, but he made sure to hold you steady.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing your ear, “such a good little girl for me.” Holding you in the same position, you felt each breath he took against your skin as he whispered, “you can take it for me, cant you baby?”

And of course, you nodded immediately, a whine escaping your lips as he pushed himself just a bit further.

“Anything for you, Katsuki.”

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo mha

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1-800-dk · 2 years

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relationship traditions w svt

ft 95z + wonwoo and I added deekay last second

requested? yep not dk though

I'm sorry I had to add my lover

seungcheol...

kisses in the morning!! on the forehead, nose, cheek, mouth you name it! cheol likes to start his day off w a kisses from his lover :,] he never ever feels like his mornings are complete until he gets those kisses

jeonghan...

celebrate small anniversaries! ie, the first time you cried in front of him? the day he tripped and fell in front of you? the day you two went exploring somewhere and almost got lost? it's ridiculous but he loves it especially if one or both of yall bring home a small cake

joshua...

tell each other 3 things about your day! instead of the "how was your day?" "good! yours?" you and josh made a habit to always ask/tell each other three things that happened ie. "oh yeah I saw a cute duck today at the park and name it duckworth " or "hoshi fell asleep at practice so vernon tied his shoes laces together so when he woke up and tried to walk he tripped"

wonwoo...

read one chapter or two of a book together before you go to sleep! wonwoo loves this sooo much. it started by accident one day when you were reading a book before bed and he just started looking over you to read the book too, he got so invested that he made you tell him everything that happened before he started reading w u

dokyeom...

leave each other small notes, bonus points if you hide them, yallll dokyeom loves this fr. he absolutely loves loves loves finding random sticky notes from u w a cute love letter or dumb joke on it. shut up he would get all giggly when he found one, like the one you hid in his sweater pocket 2 months ago that he only just found because his sweater was in the back of closet? yeah, he loves it and keeps them in a cute lil box!! make sure you add the date on them too !

#seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #joshua fluff #scoups scenarios #seventeen #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fluff #dk #dokyeom fluff #dk scenarios #seungcheol fluff #jeonghan

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vipower001 · 1 year

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DC x DP crossover (Victorian gothic styled Danny) pt2: (part 1 https://at.tumblr.com/vipower001/part-1/mn9ekooby0fo )

I just cried for a solid two hours over my math midterm, Not sobbing, oh no, no no no, I was laughing and crying, if I didn't have tears quietly running down my face then you would have thought I just heard the funniest joke...anyway, my mother told me to go study my other class but I think I would actually have a break down if I did so I am instead giving yall the long-awaited and much asked for part two of my victorian styled Danny phantom.

Also, I want this to be clear that yall are freely allowed to "steal" this idea. Want to make a fanfic about this? Go for it. Want to make your own crossover idea with this? Go for it. Want to do ANYTHING with this idea? GO FOR IT!!!! cause this will go absolutely nowhere with me. Just remember to at least tag or mention me/the original post. Thanks, now on to what yall've all been waiting for

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Danny has been alive for a while now so he has some money saved up under the guise of it being an inheritance. He also has some money from Vlad that he was given. So what is an immortal 23-year-old to do with all this bank??? Why buy a nice BIG manor of course! So Danny moves into his new home and guess who it neighbors? The Wayne manor.

Bruce hears about a new neighbor and good-old-Brucie Wayne being the good neighbor decides to take his youngest with him to greet this new person (the other bats weren't staying at the manor at that time). So Bruce goes and knocks a the front door expecting a housekeeper or someone who works for this new Neighbor, only for him to be surprised by the unknown meta that saved him in the ally.

He is shocked and all training and discipline are thrown out the window because he can finally get a good look at the meta without the darkness of night and shadows of the ally and, holy fuck, they look so much like his father. Bruce is just standing there with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few minutes until he is shaken out of his shock of seeing a younger version of his father by said impersonator when they cleared their throat to draw his attention.

" Are you ok?" They ask "It looks like you saw a ghost," They say with a chuckle like they just told a joke only they could understand.

Finally out of his shock bruce puts on his Brucie face and while chucking himself, though it is to get rid of the tension, says "I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know."

"I must just have that face I suppose. Is there something I could help you with today?" says the stranger

"OH YES, how could I forget our sole purpose of coming here! I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my youngest Damian, we heard that you recently moved in, and since we are neighbors we thought it be polite to say hello."

"That's very kind of you, My name is Danny, Danny Nightengale Fenton it's a pleasure to me the both of you"

'So the mystery meta's name is Danny' thought Bruce 'Now I have a name to search up.'

"Would you like to come inside Big Wayne and Little Wayne?"

Damian scoffs at being called little, turning his nose up to him and leveling Danny with a glare that says it all. Danny just laughs at his expression, filling Damian with more reasons to stab the man. Because, if his father was so startled to see this man then he must be suspect of something, it doesn't help that he fits the description of the meta that saved His father in that ally way the night he came back with a haunted expression.

"Thank you for offering Mr.Fenton but I'm afraid we don't have time today. Mabey we could reschedule for another time, and then you could meet the rest of my children as well if you would like?"

"Danny is fine, it's what everyone calls me, and I would love to meet the rest of your flock Mr. Wayne."

filing the strange use of words away for later Bruce responds, "Please, call me Bruce. Now we must get going, it was lovely meeting you Danny," with a wave.

"Goodbye Bruce...and little Wayne." and with a final smirk shuts the door.

Damian tch's as he turns to walk away, once again displeased with being called little. He is the son of Batman and heir to the title! He was raised as an assassin and could kill before he could walk! He is not little, he is simply lacking in height at the moment but will surely be as tall as his father one day. And so with a final glare at the closed door, he enters the car that he and his father took to visit Danny.

Once they're in the car and driving away from the manor housing their newest neighbor Bruce lets his Brucie persona slip and replaces it is Batman.

Danny is the name of the meta. Danny is strong enough to take down a few terrorists singlehandedly. Danny can seemingly vanish into thin air, Invisibility or teleportation? Danny looks young, possibly early 20's. Danny has enough money to live in a manor. Danny is his new neighbor. Danny looks like Thomas Wayne.

Sighing, Batman ignores the last thing on his mental list for now. It's best to not let himself get distracted by someone who so happens to look like his late father, acts similarly to him, smirks like he used to. He is brought back to the night in the ally after Danny saved him, how Danny made sure he was ok and how he draped his coat over Bruce just...just like his father used to.

Perhaps it is a good idea to look into this unknown meta more, because why did he feel so familiar? why did he feel like his father comforting him after he fell or got lost? why did he feel...like home?

(everyone that asked to be tagged: @adventure-aesthetic @cosmic-monstrosity @markus209 @blacksea21090 if I forgot someone I am sorry...I'm too stressed to fully care right now.)

#victorian gothic danny #danny fenton #danny phantom crossover #immortal danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #i hate math so much

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