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pawified · 7 months

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ohmigosh . . annoying and frustrating big brother!blade bcus you’re just so mad you couldn’t beat a level in a game you were playing earlier that you can’t help being a brat. so he spanks your cunt until you’ve learned your lesson that he does not deal with bratty behavior and will give you an attitude adjustment @_@

omg kady u alwys giv me da best ideas to wake my littl brain up ! i luv luv luv bigbrother!blade sm sm ! ! - hopefully this mkes our hrts happi !

big brother!blade x stepsister!blade

cw: cunt spanks , a littl ass eating & oral ( f!receiving ) , spit , squirting & mean!blade

if u dnt like it pls move on kindly or block !

"im sorry, i won't do it again" you plead, as your brother continues to land heavy smack down onto your cunt.

you try to easy the blows but reaching for his hand but he smacks the inside of both of your thighs. "who gave you permission to touch me?" he asks, voice deep laced with disapproval.

you don't answer quick enough for him which results him to land two more firm smacks to your inter thighs, "hm? i asked you a question and i expect you to answer, or do i need too teach you other manners on top of not talking back."

you shake your head viscously, disagreeing with his remarks. "n-no, no" you try to say steadily. "nobody gave me permission too touch you, i'm sorry." you say softly through sniffles.

blade hated treating you this way. he truly did. but sometimes you just don’t know when to stop and too settle down and he grew tired of it.

you both were enjoying time together as both of your parents were away for two weeks for their anniversary. you were downstairs playing days gone, a post apocalyptic video game that blade bought for you during your birthday. — had he known you would act like this, he wouldn’t of bought you it.

you’d been playing the game for half of the day now, but been stuck on a mission level that you couldn’t for the life of you beat. occasionally you would yell in frustration and blade would tell you to “settle down.” which of course you’d do for a moment than go right back to beind loud.

its almost been 3 hours since you started the mission quest and you became so annoyed to the point you almost started crying. blade saw how upset you were getting and simply offered to help you when you snapped at him, “ fuck off, i dont need your fucking help.” you didn’t even acknowledged what you had done, but blade just stared at you, from where he sat on the couch.

he took a deep breath and let it go because your just upset and you know that, blade doesn’t tolerate disrespectful brats.

As the day went on, you decided to save the game and come back too it another time but your mood was still awfully sour and you gave your brother a hard time.

blade counted the things you did today that pissed him off. slamming doors , talking back , eating sweets before dinner and the wrost of all, you decided to hit him.

you two were in the living room watching tv when blade looked at the time and it was nearing the time to settle down and start getting ready for bed, but you didn’t want to go to bed yet.

“alright, come on. time to wash up and head to bed.” blade stated gently patting your legs, as the layed across his lap. “no i don’t want too yet.” you responded back, attitude still in full swing.

“i wasn’t asking you. i’m telling you” blade got more irritated as the seconds ticked by. he was giving you another chance before he gripped you up and showed you who you were talking too.

“well i’m telling you, i’m not going to bed.” your response too him isn’t what landed you in the position you are in now. no, it was however one of many but not the one that made blade react the way he did.

“i don’t care what your telling me, i said go get ready for bed and that’s final.” blade instructed as he removed your legs from his lap and put them on the couch. you don’t know why but him bossing you around made you mad, so you did what any other brat would do with no manners.

you cocked your legs back and start fucking kicking him. “your not my fucking boss!” you started yelling. it took blade a few try to catch your ankles but in the end he did and sat on top of them.

“have you lost your fucking mind?” he gripped your jaw with a harsh grip. “hm?” he asked again and squeezed harder.

you try pulling his fingers away to loosen the grip he has on your jaw, but no avil he doesn’t loosen. “i let you get away with so fucking much, you turn into a spoiled fucking brat.” he lets go of your jaw push a push and your head lays on the cushions of the couch, he’s pissed to say the least.

blade never gave you punishments, only a good few scolding and thats it, but he has had it with you and over time your attitude has grown unbareable.

“i keeped track of all the things you done today, that pissed me off and so far we are at 6 including this stunt you decided to pull.” he is still sit at the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his thighs and his head hanging down, he shake’s it. laughing in disbelief, he turns to look at you.

eyes round and full of tears. you look so cute, he almost gave in and held you in his arms, but blade knows that if you aren’t taught to follow his rules you’ll keep behaving the same way.

“i’m going to make sure you understand by the end of tonight, that what i say goes and this behavior won’t be tolerated any longer.” he doesn’t need a response from you.

thats how u ended up here. — on your back, underwear hanging off one leg and cunt exposed. you were a crying , slobbering mess.

“come on doll, focus or we’re are going to start over. count.” blade says, while shaking your head back and forth.

this is your third time starting over because you just can’t seem to get it right. he circles your clit with three three fingers, before starting to give you light taps on your clit. it makes you jump.

“count. i’m not going to ask again.” he has to remind you that this isn’t for fun or for your pleasure, it’s a form of punishment and it isn’t supposed to feel good.

“s-six, ah” you gasp as he hit with a little more force. he is looking down at you with a slight smile. so fucking pretty, he thinks. your face is stained in tears, evidence of dried mascara down your face.

by now you are gripping onto his shirt and crying. he continues to slap your cunt in firm continuous blows, and you feel your self getting closer by each slap. “ren-rennie ‘m gonna ee” words slurring together, the pressure of his slaps and the softness of his palm feels too good and hurts at the same time.

you try to grap his wrist but he shakes you off, “it’s ok, none of that matters, just let it go baby. rennie is right here.” he talks you through it, you try to scoot away from his attacks but he pulls your right back.

“you’re breaking my heart baby.” faking being hurt, he gets on his knees pushing your legs back and tells you to hold them and don’t let go. he pulls the hood of your clit back and blowing air onto it, your breath hitches and your arms slip from your legs. he laughs at your reaction.

he spreads your folds apart and spits onto your cunt, he massages your clit, he groans “fuck, so fucking perfect.” on edge and overstimulated you plead for him to please do something.

he gives your clit a few kisses before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking, he slides his tongue up and down your folds, a mix of your wetness and his saliva is making this all too messy.

as he gets more desperate, he pushes your legs back even further and licks a long strip from your ass to your clit, you jump at the sudden contact and weakly push at his shoulder “renn-rennie no its dirty!” embarrassment taking over you. its vile, lewd and down right disgusting at how he is pulling you apart.

“its okay baby, let rennie take care of you.” he pants, his cock straining against his sweat pants. he goes back to eating your cunt, he pulls away and starts rubbing your clit followed up by slaps, you cry out “ don’t stop , please don’t stop rennie!” your a absolute mess, you feel your self slipping from having self control.

he continues to slap your puffy cunt, liquid splashing out as his slaps continue, he moans “holy fuck!” he attaches his lips back to your clit, stimulating you as your back arches and your toes curl as you reached your peak.

once you come back down from your orgasm, blade his has his lips attached to your clit, overstimulating you to beyond. “re-rennie , i-i-i c-can’t!” you pant, trying to push his head away. he hears your pleas and lets go of your clit with a “pop”.

he gets up from his knees and joins you back on the couch. he has you in his arms, stoking your head calming you down from your tense orgasm. “so proud of you princess, took your punishment like a good girl” he coos, you hum in acknowledgment.

after a few minutes of laying there, you finally speak out to him. “i’m sorry for how i acted” you sounded disappointed in yourself. “ i know you are, lets get you cleaned up and talk about that later, okay?” blade gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

you lean in to give him a kiss “i love you rennie.” he chuckles, “i love you too darling”

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alwaysmicado · 2 months

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smile, baby

5.1k | 18+ MDNI | Nathan Bateman x f!reader

Warnings: D/s dynamic, drinking, degradation, orgasm denial, masturbation (m), spitting, big fat cumshot Summary: Nathan teaches you a lesson in submission. You hate love it. A/N: Filth with heart. I can't be normal about this man, okay? Can be read alone or as a prequel to in control and predator & prey. Enjoy and let me know what you think! 🤍

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks. “Giving up control. Being able to turn your brain off.”

– – –

“What are we doing tonight?” You sit down on the couch beside Nathan, a glass of wine in hand.

“I’m watching TV,” he answers coldly without as much as a glance in your direction.

“Hmm…okay,” you murmur. You take a generous sip from your glass, appreciating Nathan’s excellent taste in wine. It’s your favorite; you discovered it on a trip to France during your college years and haven’t been able to find it since then.

What an incredible coincidence that he would just have it here, right?

Not right.

Unbeknownst to you, Nathan meticulously arranged every single detail of your living environment before you even crossed the threshold of his mansion for the first time.

The exquisite wine you now sip, seemingly a stroke of luck, was deliberately stocked to align with your taste. Much like the lavender shampoo that envelops you in its soothing fragrance during each shower, the never-ending supply of fresh strawberries, and the perpetually replenishing KitKats in your minibar, each aspect of your surroundings has been carefully curated to ensure your every comfort is met.

You haven’t really picked up on that fact yet, as you’re still in the process of settling into your new, exciting, but overwhelming environment.

In the two weeks since moving in, you’ve immersed yourself in the intricacies of artificial intelligence, navigating the uncharted waters of innovation under Nathan’s eccentric mentorship.

And eccentric, he is.

It took you five minutes of mostly one-sided conversation to realize that his intellect, an unmatched force of brilliance, is rivaled only by the staggering magnitude of his ego.

And, even more strikingly, it took you just as little time to realize you’ve never craved another human being as badly as you do him. There’s just something about him…beneath all the arrogance and assholery. You can’t put your finger on it, but you feel it’s there.

Nathan sensed your immediate attraction to him, of course, reading your microexpressions and body language. And after a few days of subtle teasing, he decided to give you a small taste of pleasure you didn’t know you were capable of, only to leave you without it for the past week since then.

Beyond lingering glances, the subtle brush of his hand against the small of your back in the kitchen, the knowing smirk when he catches you stealing glances at the bulge in his shorts, or his deliberate choice to work out shirtless—Nathan has been purposefully cold, relishing in your growing desperation.

For him, this is more than a game; he revels in a level of amusement he hasn’t experienced in years.

He could never get the androids to look at him with the same intensity, hunger, and raw need he can see in your eyes, and the control he now holds over your desires is a source of unparalleled satisfaction.

He definitely made the right choice by selecting you.

Nestling your feet under you in an attempt to find comfort on the cushion, you silently study your boss’s profile, observing as he brings the fourth bottle of beer to his lips. Your eyes slowly trace the distinct contours of his nose, the meticulous lines of his beard, the strength evident in his neck and shoulders, until they finally reach the casual sprawl of his naked feet at rest on the coffee table.

His lidded eyes remain unwaveringly fixated on the screen as he leisurely surfs through the channels, a deliberate act of indifference that extends to ignoring your presence. You nervously chew on your lip, trying your hardest not to break the silence first, even though you so obviously want to.

Seemingly absorbed in the movie he settled on, Nathan is keenly aware of your eyes repeatedly drifting towards him, lingering for a few seconds before retreating reluctantly back to the indifferent glow of the screen.

You’re so cute when you’re trying to be coy.

“Did you think of me?” he asks suddenly, taking a sip of his beer.

“Did I…huh?” you respond, startled, your brow furrowed in confusion.

He turns his head to look at you, his face revealing no emotion, his dark eyes piercing yours. A shiver runs down your spine as his gaze drops to your lips for a split second before finding your sparkling eyes again.

“When you were fucking yourself with that purple dildo last night. Did you think of me?” He peers at you with a straight face, casually taking another sip from his bottle.

“Wha–”

Your heart skips a beat, and heat immediately rushes to your cheeks as his words hang in the air. Shocked and exposed, your eyes widen, and your body tenses. After a few endless seconds, surprise turns into a mixture of anger and humiliation as you figure out how he knows.

Mother. Fucker. There’s a fucking camera in your room.

“No need to act embarrassed, baby,” he scoffs. “You put on quite a show.”

“It’s not technically a show when I’m unaware that my pervy boss is watching me, though, is it?” you snap at him, crossing your arms defensively in front of your chest.

“Yeah, well. It’s all in the NDA you signed.”

“Oh, of course it is,” you chuckle incredulously, looking up at the high ceiling of the living room.

“Did you think of me?” Nathan asks again, his eyes not leaving you.

“Uh...yeah, I did.” You down the rest of your wine in one go.

“Tell me about it.”

You sigh deeply. “You saw everything, so why don’t you tell me?” you say, unsuccessfully trying to mask your embarrassment with annoyance.

Nathan raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond.

When he had you on your knees in front of him a week ago, hands tied behind your back, allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath before going back to fucking your throat, he asked if you’d thought of him while touching yourself. You were flying high at that point, teetering on the edge, so desperate for release that you would have admitted anything he asked.

And so, you blurted out the truth.

He can tell you regret it now, but that only makes him want to push you further. The thought of forcing you to admit what you want, what you are, has his cock hardening in his sweatpants.

“Okay, fine,” you murmur, unable to take the deafening silence anymore. You clear your throat and shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“I couldn’t fall asleep and thought…you know, an orgasm might help. So I started with my hand, trying to get myself off as fast as possible. But then, um, that wasn’t enough,” you trail off, your gaze avoiding his, and you set the empty wine glass on the coffee table with a sigh.

“Look at me, baby.”

Nathan studies your face, typically adorned with a confident smile, and feels a surge of satisfaction as he takes in your dilated pupils and bashful expression. This is turning you on.

“Continue.”

“My fingers weren’t enough, so I thought I could use the toy I brought. I, um,” you inhale and exhale deeply, “I imagined it was you and I thought of what you…I thought of what you’d do to me.”

Anxiously, you search his eyes for a sign of approval, your heart racing in your chest.

“What did you think I’d do to you?” he asks, taking a swig of his beer without breaking eye contact.

You swallow audibly, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, your cheeks ablaze with heat. The sensation coursing through your body is undeniable—an intoxicating blend of humiliation and arousal.

Under Nathan’s intense scrutiny, you can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing second, succumbing to the forbidden pleasure of confessing your innermost, shameful desires.

“I thought you’d grab me like last time and kiss me…kiss my neck, bite my lip, hold me down while…” you stop again, too ashamed to go on.

“Hold you down while?” Nathan prompts, making it clear that you’re not done talking.

You tilt your head and furrow your brow as your gaze lingers on the man who has dominated every waking thought since the first time your eyes locked with his.

He’s condescending, self-centered, moody, and so used to playing God in his kingdom of androids that he’s seemingly forgotten how to connect with humans and their emotions. And yet, there’s an inexplicable allure about him that has you longing for his touch, his attention, his…guidance.

What is going on with you?

“I imagined you’d put your weight on me, keeping me pinned down, making it impossible for me to get away,” you say, peering at him through your lashes. ��You’d fuck me, hard, using me in any way you like.”

You bite your lip and shift in your seat, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as you catch sight of Nathan’s hard cock twitching beneath the elastic fabric of his sweatpants. He’s still looking at you, his casual demeanor unchanged, beer in hand on his belly.

“You’d take, um, you’d take control of me, choking me, muffling my screams with your hand, grabbing my tits. I’d beg you to let me come, you’d bring me right to the edge and then you’d stop, denying me over and over again, and using me until I…”

“Until you?”

The subtle arch of Nathan’s eyebrow, the lingering scent of his beard oil, the way his lips press against the glass bottle’s opening—it all ignites an overwhelming surge of arousal within you, urging you to give him what he wants.

“Until I couldn’t take it anymore,” you purr seductively, your pupils so dilated your eyes are black.

“Is that the thought that made you squirt all over your bed?”

Your jaw drops and your chest tightens, the humiliation intensifying as he talks about this intimate, vulnerable moment with such nonchalance. Like it’s not a complete invasion of your privacy. Like he’s not penetrating the very core of your personal boundaries.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, and your throat constricts as you struggle to find your words.

“I…no,” you murmur, averting your gaze. Your eyes land on Nathan’s hand gripping the bottle a little harder than before. “What pushed me over the edge was you telling me to come.”

When your eyes meet his again, you recognize the same dark glint in them that you saw seconds before his lips crashed against yours for the first time.

“I would beg you to let me come over and over again, and you’d always deny me…until you decided I deserved it. And when you, uh, when you ordered me to come on your cock, I came so hard I lost all control.”

Nathan can barely hold back a groan as you confess your desire for his dominance. His cock is leaking precum, staining the inside of his pants. He’s this close to ripping your clothes off and taking you right here, right now, burying himself deep inside you and filling you up with his cum.

But that’s not the plan for tonight.

“Is that so,” is all he says, turning his head back to the TV, a satisfied, almost unnoticeable smirk playing on his lips. He chugs the rest of his beer, then sets the empty bottle down on the little side table next to him.

Keeping his eyes on the flickering screen, he purposely ignores you again, reveling in the escalating neediness and desperation he perceives from you. He can sense your fidgeting and squirming beside him, uncertain of your next move. After a brief pause, you lift your hand but retract it hesitantly. Amused, Nathan catches a glimpse of your indecision from the corner of his eye.

You’re such a perfect little slut—beautiful, eager, smart, pliant. And it just tickles him that you could scream at him to fuck your ass harder during sex, but act all shy and flustered when asked to talk about it.

Another minute of silence, and you’re unable to resist any longer. Your swollen clit is painfully sensitive, your damp panties are clinging to your pussy, and your brain is screaming at you to make a move. You reach out again, this time making contact with Nathan’s clothed chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart becomes palpable under your touch, and feeling his body connected with yours has you pressing your thighs together.

Your breath quickens as you slowly start trailing your hand down his chest and his belly, but before you get a chance to touch his cock, he stills your hand with his.

“Don’t,” he says without looking at you.

You wince and immediately pull your hand away, clasping it protectively against your chest with your other hand.

“I thought…sorry.” You look at him like he just slapped you.

Nathan sighs, but doesn’t say anything. There’s no scolding, no inquiries, no indication of what he wants you to do—it’s unnerving. You’re fidgeting with your shirt again, clearing your throat, and shifting your legs, trying to find a position that will alleviate at least some of the burning ache in your core.

“Can I–” you say quietly, but cut yourself off. You’re facing him completely now, feet tucked under you, hands on your thighs, a silent restraint preventing you from reaching out to touch him again.

Satisfied that you’re learning, he decides to reward you with his attention. His eyes find yours again, and he’s pleasantly surprised by what he sees. It’s not just lust or neediness; no, you’re lost. Completely, unequivocally lost without his orders.

Nathan’s used to Kyoko looking at him with a blank face, awaiting his commands, reacting to his actions, doing what he programmed her to do. But this is different.

You actually want him to tell you what to do.

He takes his feet off the coffee table and scoots back in his seat, spreading his legs. “Sit on the floor,” he orders, watching with an imperceptible smile as your eyes light up. You quickly get off the couch and kneel on the floor between his legs, your eyes fixated on the outline of his cock inches from your face.

You want to taste it so bad you can feel yourself salivating at the sight. You bite your lip and move a little closer, looking up at Nathan expectantly before gently putting your hands on his thighs. He lifts his hips slightly, groaning at the delicious feeling of his tip rubbing against his pants. You take that as a sign to continue, moving your hands further up to the waistband.

“No,” he says calmly before you can pull it down.

“Why not?” You don’t pull away your hands this time. “You’re hard. Why won’t you let me–”

“Look.” He leans down to tilt your chin up with his thumb and index finger. “I get that you’re a needy whore and seeing my cock instinctively makes you want to suck it, I really do, baby,” he scoffs, condescension dripping from his words. “But I honestly thought you’d be able to follow a simple instruction even dogs can understand.”

A sharp inhale catches in your throat and your eyes widen at his demeaning words. Your gaze locked onto his, you can feel a surge of frustration coursing through your veins, tinged with a spark of defiance. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.

Nathan tilts his head, studying your expression, your reaction. You could have slapped him by now, stormed off, told him to go fuck himself—anything. But no, you’re still kneeling between his legs, lust and determination evident in your eyes.

“Let’s try this again, hm?” His thumb gently traces your bottom lip. The sensation sends a wave of ecstasy through your body and it takes all of your self-control not to start sucking on his finger. He can read in your eyes what you’re thinking, so he repeats the motion with your upper lip just to test your resolve.

The way you squirm under his touch is mesmerizing and oh so gratifying.

“Sit on the floor.”

He releases his hold on your chin, reclines into the couch, grabs another beer from the side table, and redirects his attention back to the TV.

You decide to crawl out from between his legs, ensuring he gets a tantalizing view of your shapely ass in those snug yoga shorts. Leaning against the couch with a deep sigh, you position yourself next to his leg. You glance up at him, searching for a sign that he’s happy with your obedience—and also very much hoping for a reward that involves him fucking your brains out again.

It’s not as if you don’t deserve it for enduring his grandiose monologues and drunken crying sessions every other night. Besides, you’re hot, and he should be so lucky…

To your frustration, though, he’s ignoring you again, absentmindedly tapping the beer bottle with his index finger as his eyes stay focused on the movie. He can feel your annoyance, your anger, and it’s almost enough to get his softening cock hard again.

You sit in silence for a minute before quietly scooting closer and gently leaning against Nathan’s leg. Feeling him, even through fabric, is enough to embolden you to go further. You look up at him, trying to be sneaky. He doesn’t look at you. His eyes are fixated on the TV, one hand cradling his beer, the other casually draped over the backrest.

You’re not giving up that easily. Your pussy won’t let you. Just one little touch, and you’re convinced you can get him in the mood. Just one little touch, and he won’t be able to resist you. Just one little–

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Then why the fuck am I down here?”

“Because I want you to be.”

“Oh, wow,” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. “And now what? You think I’m just gonna sit here and watch you get drunk?”

He ignores your pouting.

“I got better stuff to do, you know.”

He turns up the volume of the TV.

“This is so dumb, Nathan. Why do you want me to sit here if you’re just gonna ignore me?”

“You like it when I tell you what to do,” he says calmly.

You’re taken aback by his statement and furrow your brow. “Well, yeah…but this isn’t…I–”

He looks down at you, effectively shutting you up.

It’s absolutely amazing how he can watch in real time as the defiant fire in your eyes fizzles out. The small, self-satisfied smile creeping across his arrogant face stings.

He’s such a cocky bastard.

You huff agitatedly, cross your arms in front of your chest, demonstratively turn away from him, and kick your legs out from under you. Nathan, on the other hand, relaxes in his seat. He’s thoroughly enjoying your little show, and your pouting doesn’t bother him. Not as long as you’re doing what you’re told.

After a few minutes of listening to the blood rushing in your ears and the occasional gulping sound coming from Nathan working on his beer, you can’t hold it back any longer.

“I’m not just gonna stay down here,” you hiss at him.

“Yes, you are.”

Unbelievable.

You stare at him incredulously. “And what makes you so sure of that, huh? I could just walk away and leave you here to sulk. I don’t need this, okay? And you–you can’t just–”

Nathan says your name sharply. “Stop your whining. You’re sitting on the floor because I told you to. That’s it.”

He looks at you, his eyebrow arched, daring you to defy him.

“That’s it?” you repeat, your eyes narrowed.

Nathan smirks and turns towards the TV again, slowly sipping his beer.

“Yup. That’s it.”

You glower at him, and, for a brief moment, he half-expects you to finally get up and storm out in frustration. He wouldn’t mind, really. But there seems to be a subtle shift within you, and after a few tense seconds, you release a long, aggravated breath. Turning away from him, you cross your arms with annoyance, and firmly plant your back against the couch.

Nathan keeps an eye on you, observing how your tense posture relaxes and how you make yourself comfortable after a few more minutes of sitting at his feet.

It’s an image he wants to savor.

You’ve been good for some time now, doing what he told you to do, submitting to him nicely. He decides to reward your obedience, reaching out to pet the back of your head. You’re startled and your body stiffens at his touch, but he can feel you relax more and more with each gentle stroke of his palm up and down the nape of your neck. He gives you a soothing massage, soft scratches, allows you to lean into his touch.

He’s stroking you for some time, relishing the feeling of dominance, of control, until a quiet moan escapes your lips.

Nathan smiles to himself and tightens his grip on your neck for a few seconds, intensifying the sensation. You sigh in pleasure and close your eyes, getting lost in his forceful touch. He then loosens his grip, and you release a contented sigh as you rest your head against his leg. He lets you, gently scratching your scalp, your soft moans music to his ears.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s so much better when you do what I say, hm?”

You lift your head to meet his gaze, your brow furrowed.

Seeing you look up at him with those pretty, lust-filled eyes of yours is enough to get his cock hard again.

“You can just do what you’re told,” he says, his fingers gently tracing your neck. “You don’t have to think, or ask questions. You can just let yourself fall and give up control.”

Your eyes widen, and he caresses your cheek.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks. “Giving up control. Being able to turn your brain off. Not having to think for yourself, not having to make decisions.”

You don’t respond, mesmerized by his dark eyes and calm voice. There’s a hint of surprise in your expression, but that doesn’t surprise him. You’ve been suppressing your desire for submission for a long time, and now, he’s presenting you with the chance to finally embrace it.

“If I want you to sit on the floor because that’s where I feel you belong, you don’t ask why. You just do it,” he says, running his thumb over your lips again. “Right?”

You nod slowly and press your thighs together with a little whine. Your panties are drenched and it physically hurts you how empty you feel.

“Very good,” Nathan murmurs, pressing his thumb against your lips, and giving you a quick nod when you look at him questioningly. You open your mouth for him to slide his finger inside, your eyes going even wider at the sensation.

Nathan’s cock twitches at your total submission.

He gently thrusts his thumb in and out of your mouth, sliding it along your warm tongue. You suck and lick it seductively, eyes half-closed as you hum around the digit, swirling your tongue around it as if to show him what his cock is missing.

He sucks in a sharp breath and takes his thumb back out of your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip slowly before bringing his face close to yours.

You half-expect him to kiss you, but instead he murmurs, “Clothes off, hands on your thighs.”

He watches contentedly as your eyes light up, and you eagerly follow his orders, pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, pulling down your shorts and panties in one swift motion.

“Kneel over there,” he says, directing you to a spot away from the couch.

He gets up and pulls down his sweatpants, letting them fall onto the floor. You stare at his cock with need, awe, and a tinge of fear—your holes were sore for days after your last encounter. He smiles to himself, crossing the distance between you two, and positioning himself in front of you.

You’re sitting back on your heels, thighs spread, your hands firmly placed on them, your glistening pussy on display. There’s a smooth arch in your back and your head is tilted upwards as you wait for further instructions.

Nathan looks down at you, his eyes scanning your naked body, spits in his hand and starts stroking his cock. He groans at the delicious feeling of finally getting some relief. He hasn’t jerked off all day, despite watching the tape of you fucking yourself after he got up this morning. And after lunch. And again this afternoon.

To say he’s pent up would be an understatement.

“That’s it,” he moans, wasting no time to tease himself. His right hand sets a steady pace, sliding up and down his length with honed efficiency.

“I’m gonna come all over your pretty face, baby. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

The thought of it, of Nathan marking you that way, dirty and wrong and everything you’re not supposed to desire, it sends a surge of heat through your body, settling in your clit with a throb.

You whimper an unintelligible response, your eyes fixated on his hand moving in practiced motions around his thick cock. Nathan chuckles above you, and you manage to tear your eyes away from his cock to catch the look of dark amusement on his face.

“You gotta speak up, baby. Or are you too cock-drunk to use your words already?”

You swallow hard and dig your nails into the flesh of your thighs. “Y-yes,” you manage to choke out. Your face burns with humiliation, intensifying your desperation as you plead, “Please come on my face, Nathan. I want you to mark me. Please give me your cum. Please.”

Shocked at your unexpectedly bold words, Nathan’s hand momentarily falters in its movement, before picking up again with increased speed.

A strangled groan bubbles out of his throat, followed by your name and a swipe of his thumb over the tip of his cock. His dark eyes meet yours for a split second, looking down at you as you’re patiently waiting for your reward with an opened mouth.

You writhe and squirm at the sound of Nathan’s groans and the intense sight of him pleasuring himself. You’ve never seen anything hotter. You want to touch yourself, to rub your clit or slip your fingers into your wet core—to finally get some release—but you resist the urge, clenching your hands into fists.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” Nathan pants, his words coming ragged and tight. He’s so close.

You look up into his lidded eyes and whisper, “Please.”

“You want that, huh? Oh fuck. Such a filthy little cumslut.”

You moan at his words and feel your walls clench in desperation. Your arousal is dripping out of your pussy onto the floor below, an obscene sight that confirms what Nathan already knew.

You’re loving this.

Nathan’s hand is jerking his leaking cock, fast and firm, as he races toward his orgasm. He’s all you can see, all you can hear, all you can feel—the wet squelching sound of his hand around his slick cock, his grunts and moans, the mumbled curses, the heat radiating off his imposing body.

You see him twitch in his hand and your swollen clit pulsates in response. He increases the speed of his hand and reaches to fondle his balls with his left hand. It takes a harsh squeeze and a “Holy shit, fuck!” before he’s coming with a long, low moan.

Your eyes shut instinctively but you don’t flinch as you can feel it hitting your face and tits in hot, wet spurts. You stay still, like the good girl that you are, moaning as another thick rope of Nathan’s cum lands across your lips, dripping into your mouth, salty and bitter on your tongue.

You don’t get to see his face as he comes, but the explicit sounds that reach your ears are enough to make you twitch and moan in pleasure, expanding the puddle beneath you.

Nathan strokes himself through his orgasm until his balls are empty and he’s milked every last drop out of his cock and onto your face—until he’s painted you with it, until he’s marked you as his.

“Goddamnit.”

Spent, he lets go of his pulsating cock, putting his hands on his hips, taking a step back to take a good, long look at his work of art.

Your face is painted white with cum, spread all over your cheeks, chin, and dripping down to your tits. You put on a little show, gathering up the drops with your finger and sensually putting them on your tongue while keeping unwavering eye contact.

“You can swallow,” Nathan says, pleased with your conduct.

You do as he says, happily adding some more cum from your lips, and swallowing it all down with a blissed-out smile.

“Thank you, Sir,” you coo.

“Such a filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, stepping closer. He bends down, grabs the back of your neck forcefully, and tilts your head up.

“Open your mouth, slut. Tongue out.”

You open wide, sticking your tongue out for him to see. He leans in to let a big glob of his spit fall directly into your open mouth. He hums in satisfaction as he watches you swallow it eagerly, and then he finally kisses you, dirty and messy, tasting himself on your tongue. You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips, desperate for him to finally touch your neglected pussy.

“Good girl,” he whispers against your lips, making you moan. “Now, go get cleaned up.”

Oh no, he wouldn’t.

You stare at him with wide eyes. “But I–”

“Go. Get. Cleaned. Up.”

“But I haven’t…what about me?” you stammer, your voice trembling.

“What about you?” he responds with a raised eyebrow, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Your face falls and his cock pulsates at your expression. You look like you’re close to crying, your thighs pressed together to alleviate your aching clit, your nails painfully digging into your palms. You’re shaking with anger and frustration.

Nathan’s never been as turned on as he is from seeing you suffer—you’re just so pretty when you’re denied.

He can already picture himself playing with every part of you for hours on end, denying you over and over again until your body is ablaze with burning anticipation. And then, once he’s finally reduced you to a brainless, overstimulated mess, he’ll wrap his hand around your throat and make you take him until you beg him to stop.

But that’s for another day.

“Smile, baby,” he smirks, tapping your cum-stained cheek and straightening up to get himself another beer from the kitchen. “You’re on camera.”

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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a lesson in sadness.

Today was another day of your peaceful, average but happy life with the puppet known as Kabukimono. Nothing seemed different about today. The blue sky appeared endless, stretching on forever with misty cotton clouds hovering above. Villagers and miners were already awake, slowly turning the sleepy village alive again. It seemed like it would be a good, normal day. And a good, normal day was deserving of a nice walk to take in the scenery.

Kabukimono, Niwa, Katsuragi, and you sometimes went on strolls outside the village, and today was one such day. Even though it was a group of you, you tended to stick to two pairs - Kabukimono and you, and Niwa and Katsuragi. The two older men had cheesily nudged you with their elbows, winking and motioning for you to join your lover. They’d let the two lovebirds have some alone time as they walked behind, they said, remarking about how precious young love was. You were going to kick them later for sure.

But you welcomed the time you got with Kabukimono. Lately, you had been encouraging him to be around the other villagers without you. You figured he needed more interaction with other people. You could only teach him so much. Some things in life could only be learned through experience. But it seemed like he preferred to hang out with the kiddos anyway.

“And they taught me lots of cool games! Hide and seek, temari, duck duck goose… tag, too!” The thought of Kabukimono trying to keep up with the hyperactive children was amusing.

“Tag? I can’t imagine how fast you had to run,” you giggled and Kabukimono brightened.

“Really fast, actually! I have a lot of stamina, see!” With that he took off in front of you, taking you by surprise for a second, but you excitedly raced after him. Now, you weren’t much of a runner, but something about doing this with him made you feel like the weight of all your worries had been lifted. The sounds of laughter filled the air.

“Hah- K-Kabukimono! Wait u-up!” Your sprint had come to a halting stop, hands on your knees as you caught your breath. It shouldn’t be a surprise that the Almighty Shogun’s puppet was so agile, but this was on another level. Then again, you thought a puppet would be emotionless, but Kabukimono was far from that.

Thankfully he stopped to rub your back comfortingly like the good boy he was. “Hehe, sorry [Name]. I guess I got a bit carried away there. But you should really join us! We always have a lot of fun!”

You smiled at him through your pants, standing up straight. “Well, when you put it like that, I simply can’t refuse. But I think you’ll have to do most of the running. I’ll just be… backup.” Both of you giggled and you caressed his cheek, while he looked into your eyes deeply. Slowly, you both began to lean in, ready to lock lips when-

Snap.

The sudden noise was enough to make you jump and pull away from Kabukimono, eyes searching your surroundings. Uneasiness settled in your stomach, and you then felt him tighten his hold on your sleeve. Turning your head back, you could see why.

A group of Kairagi and Nobushi appeared in front of you.

The uneasiness had crept up and turned to agitation. You two weren’t even that far from the village, yet somehow they were this close. Usually, they knew their place. Perhaps things had gotten bad for them lately.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Two lost little lambs?” They all had mean, wicked smiles on their face, some blades drawn already. You had a feeling that this good, normal day would turn out to be something far different.

The dishonored samurai had a tendency to attack anyone regardless, but you knew they were particularly interested this time. Kabukimono’s clothing was very expensive. And they liked to rob.

Kabukimono, on the other hand, hadn’t much experience with people outside of the tight-knit village, but he could easily tell that these men gave off a much different vibe than what he was accustomed to. And your face had an emotion that you rarely ever displayed. Fright. Nervousness. The same face he made when he was abandoned in Shakkei Pavilion.

“Kabukimono,” you whispered breathlessly, “We have to run. Now.” You didn’t like how your own fear was beginning to infect him, but there was no helping it.

Your hand slid down to firmly grasp the puppet’s. Niwa and Katsuragi shouldn’t be that far behind, but you should get some distance away from the bandits before you yell for help. They could hurt you if you tried anything like that. Carefully, you took a few steps back, tugging on Kabukimono’s hand.

“Come on, we need to-” You had begun to turn around to run when a large shadow suddenly loomed over you. You recognized the tattered clothing instantly as another Nobushi, and before you could even look up to gaze at your attacker’s face-

A warm liquid splattered on Kabukimono’s face.

He was rendered horrifically speechless as you staggered back, your hand gingerly touching your shoulder, which now had a large cut. Your grip on his hand began to weaken, eyes widening in surprise and then shutting just as quickly until you fell to the ground. Almost robotically, he stared at your crumpled form, blood soaking into your shirt now. When his eyes shifted to your pained face, Kabukimono snapped out of his terrified daze and dropped down to his knees to your body.

The Nobushi paid no mind to the scene, instead shaking the blade to clean your blood off of it. But Kabukimono was too caught up with your nearly still body lying in his trembling arms, unable to properly process what just happened.

Kabukimono had never seen so much blood in his life. He didn’t even know humans could bleed this much. What should he do? Puppets did not bleed the same way humans did. You never taught him about this. One hand was placed on your back, and the other was pressed to the cut on your bare shoulder, but quickly he realized how much of the fluid stained his pale hand, running down from his palm to his arm and dripping onto his white clothes.

He was sick to his stomach.

He wanted to move, to scream, to call for help, but the sight of the redness gushing from you onto his hand made bile rise in his throat. Your blood was on his hands, literally and figuratively. The puppet was paralyzed. Not even the clash of blades could draw him away, or the yelling that was close by but seemed distant. Even the shaking of his shoulders could not draw him away from your bloodied face, barely registering the extra pairs of hands that occupied your body.

“Kabukimono!” A seemingly distant voice ran in his ears. “Kabukimono!” Niwa had torn a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around your wound.

“Kabukimono! [Name] NEEDS YOU!” Niwa screamed your name, the sheer emotion and urgency in his voice finally making him snap out of his traumatized trance. “Go! Now! Bring the town doctor!”

You need him, Kabukimono thought. That’s right. You need him. You needed to live. With that, he stumbled to his feet, and ran, ran, ran. Ran despite his blurry vision from tears, and the ache in his knees from tripping. For you.

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It had been a few days since the incident, and you had not woken up yet. The puppet had remained by your side throughout. His eyes trained on you the whole time.

Kabukimono wondered what you dreamed of. He hoped it was sweet dreams. He hoped you weren’t suffering in the land of dreams at least. Meanwhile, he was being racked with his own tortuous thoughts, unable to even entertain the thought of sleeping when you were laid like this in front of him.

Useless. Weak. Powerless.

That was what Kabukimono thought of himself as. Sure, he was discarded by his creator for his lack of utility, but even still, he should have been able to do something. He could have punched, kicked, or anything. He was stronger than you, but he could not do anything to protect you. You’ve taught him so much, and he felt like he had not repaid even a fraction of it. Instead, the only thing he could think about was how it should have been him. Then he would have been of some use to you at least.

He turned his attention back to you. As always you managed to look so pretty, even when you were sleeping. If you opened your eyes, you’d look even more pretty, he thought. For a second he wondered if praying to Inazuma’s Archon would help. He had a… complicated relationship with her, but the other villagers always said-

Luckily it didn’t need to come to that, for somehow you answered his unspoken wish, eyes barely fluttering open and then squeezing shut again at the light. Something in his chest beat ferociously as he leaped up from his seat.

“[Name]? [Name]! Oh, you’re awake!” He cried out in joy and almost threw his arms around you, but stopped himself since you were injured. Tears began to well up in his eyes.

“Ngh… ugh, K-Kabukimono?” Your head pounded a bit and you squinted at the person in front of you. A hand was gently stroking your hair.

“Yes, it’s me, [Name]. It’s Kabukimono. I’m right here,” he did his best to keep his voice calm for you. After a few minutes, you had come to your senses, the ache on your shoulder a reminder of the events that you were starting to remember again.

“Oh… ah, Kabukimono. Hey love,” you whispered, trying to work up a small smile to ease his teary eyes. His hands moved to softly grip your one.

“[Name]... I was so worried. You were asleep for days, I was so, so scared. I didn’t know what to do…” He trailed off, voice threatening to break into hiccups. You were asleep for days? No wonder Kabukimono was looking a little worse for wear. He pressed your hand against his cheek, and you softly cupped it in return.

“Hey… don’t cry. I’m fine now, see?” He sniffed and looked at you with big, blearily eyes, nodding his head as he continued to relish your awakened presence. He updated you on what else happened, how your two friends defeated the bad men, and how everyone was so worried for you. How relieved he was when he found out you would be okay.

But it was obvious he was terribly bothered by the whole situation. The young puppet had experienced loss before, but it was in no way similar to the feeling he felt when you were bleeding out in his arms. It was immensely jarring, and he’d never felt so ill before.

“I just don’t understand,” he murmured softly. “Why would anyone want to hurt you? You’re so kind, beautiful, amazing…” The puppet trailed off with downcast, clouded eyes. You sucked in a breath, totally unsure of what to say.

You were not sure how to word this to the young, still learning puppet. How do you even go about explaining that there are some people out there who want to hurt you, in any way possible? Sometimes for a reason but also no reason at all? That some people were just rotten?

“Well,” you began, hoping the words would come to you, but nothing did. You continued on ineloquently, “Some people are just wicked. Evil. They don’t care about what happens to others.”

“But why?” He pressed on. Why, indeed. That was the question everyone asked themselves.

“I don’t know why. I wish I could tell you. But the only thing we can do is continue to spread goodness and happiness instead.” Kabukimono still seemed stumped and confused by your answer, but let the conversation drop, instead choosing to move it back to you.

“Do you need anything? Is the pain unbearable? The doctor should be here should. Actually, you’re probably really hungry, aren’t you? Should I-” Kabukimono worriedly rambled on until you pressed your fingers to his lip, effectively shutting him up.

“Of course it hurts,” you stated honestly, “but it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. I will be fine,” you reassured him. “Though something to eat would be nice.”

Your partner dutifully nodded, as if he was given a mission that decided the fate of the world. “I will get you something right now! And tell everyone else you’ve awoken!” Kabukimono left the room, and you were alone for a bit, but not for long, as the familiar brown-haired man popped in right after.

“Ah, Niwa…”

“Hey [Name],” he ruffled your hair affectionately. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of what even to say. “I’m fine, but…”

“Looks like something is hurting you more than that cut of yours,” he looked at you with pity.

“I just, I don’t know how to console or help him.”

“It might be difficult for one without a heart to understand. Though you have taught him matters related to love and life, the flip side is…” Your dear friend trailed off.

“Kabukimono does have a heart. It may not be physical, but he is far more kind than some of the actual heartless humans I’ve met in this world,” you whispered softly, fluttering your eyes shut. “But, how do I explain death and hatred and all the ugly things in this world without breaking his heart…? I want him to learn, but I fear it may hurt him too much.” Niwa didn’t reply but looked at you with understanding, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“You know, he hadn’t moved the whole time since you were sleeping. No matter how much we pleaded with him, he just refused to leave your side. Didn’t eat, sleep, or even move an inch from that position. So… no matter what happens, I think the two of you will be fine. I’ll leave you before Kabukimono comes back.” With that, Niwa left your room, leaving you to your thoughts.

You stared at the ceiling, feeling empty, not just from the ache in your injured shoulder, but the one coming from your heart. You wondered what would happen when you actually died. Passed on from this world leaving Kabukimono by himself. What would he do? Would he accept it? Move on after overcoming the grief?

“[Name]? Here, I got your favorite,” your lover’s voice rang throughout the room as he came in with a neatly set tray of soup. “The doctor says you need to eat light things to get your appetite back.”

You watched as he diligently dipped the spoon into the bowl and then brought it to your lips. You obediently swallowed the liquid. It was yummy. He continued the process without faltering, like this was the one thing he must do expertly.

Well, you could put thoughts like those away. It wasn’t necessary right now. You weren’t planning on dying anytime soon, not while he needed you so much.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 9 months

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Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

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Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

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anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

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turiluvr · 1 year

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butterflies

featherlight kisses that feel like butterflies.

tighnari x gn!reader

Tighnari wasn't someone who was fond of trapping insects into small jars for experimentation – some part of him thinks it's inhumane, that there was something severely wrong with the concept of using life for the sake of research. But down to the very core, he was a promising scholar who was dominated by curiosity. And the deliberation about whether or not it was morally correct to use small insects for the sake of research was right or wrong was thrown into the furthest part of his mind as he took some glass jars and stashed them into his knapsack.

"Master Tighnari, wait up!" You made your way into his abode without another warning as you panted, out of breath after running all the way from the forest to his quarters as he stared at you curiously. Though he continued shoving items into his bag – a notepad, a pen, some samples of herbs and plants, and a plethora of tools that could help him with his next experiment. You continued, hand on your chest as you still tried to catch your breath. "You could've told me beforehand that you were going to take a trip to the forest to catch samples! Take me with you, please, I need to collect some samples as well."

He stared at you from the corner of his eye as he closed his bag and readied himself to go outside. He pondered for a moment if he should allow you to accompany him or not, though you probably wouldn't appreciate a little teasing given your serious expression. So he responded with the same level of seriousness: "Alright. Though, you'll have to stick next to me since we're going pretty far this time. If you manage to find yourself lost because you didn't listen to a word I said, don't come looking for me – got it?"

You nodded your head as you grabbed your bag and trailed behind him as both of you set out on your journey to go deep into the forest. The familiar green was as captivating as ever as the sun shone directly above the leaves that provided you with shade, you couldn't help but gawk in awe every time you saw the lush leaves and the colorful plants that you come across during your patrols. Tighnari caught you slowing down from the corner of his eye, and his ear twitched ever so slightly as he asked you: "what's wrong?"

You shook your head and waved your hands violently, embarrassed that he caught you doing something as stupid as staring at the trees you see everyday. "Oh, no! Nothing's wrong! I… I was just thinking about how beautiful the flowers are."

"...? Do you not see this sight every day?" Tighnari couldn't help but grow curious as he knitted his brows together. He knew that you were lying through your teeth, and he just wasn't the type to let that kind of thing go – especially when the excuse you gave him was so lame and full of holes. He thought that maybe he could teach you a thing or two about coming up with better excuses but that was another lesson saved for another day.

You laughed nervously, you knew Tighnari well and you could immediately make out the sarcasm dripping from his voice as you made your way through the thick bushes. "Well, yes, I do. But is it not possible that the flowers are more radiant today?"

"Hmm, it's not entirely impossible." Tighnari chuckled. At this point, this friendly banter became something both played along with. "Though I'm sure you know full well that I can tell whether or not you're trying to hide something. Our time together has not been entirely in vain."

"Master Tighnari…" you grimaced. "Observing people so closely like that can ward people away from you, you know?"

Tighnari stopped in his tracks, a mischievous look gracing his features as he turned to look at you for a moment and muttered, "and yet you continue to follow me around. I wonder why – could you be inexplicably attracted to me?"

You fell silent, and a satisfied look took over Tighnari's face as he continued marching on. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as you chased after him – how humiliating was that!? You regretted not being able to come up with a better retort to his words but there was an invisible force that made you want to blurt out your true feelings. The rest of the journey was silent as both of you finally arrived at your final destination, it was a grassy field with butterflies and flowers scattered all over as it painted an ethereal sight to behold.

The first thing Tighnari did was sit down on the grassy field and whipped out his pencil and notepad, quickly scribbling down his findings before turning back to you: “Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re gonna catch some samples, you better hurry up – we don’t have all day, and I won’t be waiting for you past sunset.”

His tone was a little mean, perhaps a little cruel at best but you knew that those were nothing but empty threats meant to push you a little and to tease you. It was Tighnari’s sick way of thinking, but you were too used to it to argue with him about it. So you quickly got to work as you scooped up some samples from the barks of the trees and stashed them into small vials inside your bag. A few strange mushrooms were lying around here and there but you didn’t know if they were an invasive species so you left it alone and made sure to notify Tighnari about them.

By the time you were done, Tighnari was finalizing his notes as you sat down next to him and stretched your limbs as you let out a small groan. “Argh… I can’t believe I have to work on this some more after we come back home, there’s really no rest for us, is there?”

“Well, you get what you signed up for.” Tighnari nudged you, poking on the fact that you took up this job entirely out of your own volition. There was no one that forced you to join and no one forced you to stay – but there was one problem, Tighnari. It was hysterical to think that he was the reason why you would endure the harsh jobs. It was to stay with him and continue seeing him, though you didn’t know if he knew about your little crush and you hoped that this little outing wasn’t enough for him to figure out that you were hopelessly crushing on him.

“Haha… you’re right.” But it would be a waste to let this opportunity come by without doing anything. Both of you were alone, after all. It wasn’t strange for you to want to get closer to him especially in this kind of situation and in this beautiful place. You gathered the courage, taking in a sharp breath, “Hey… Master Tighnari, are you seeing someone? Or… do you perhaps like someone?”

It was a straightforward question. And Tighnari was no idiot.

A butterfly passed by. One with white wings along with green features that made it seem like it was shining underneath the light like jewels – your eyes trailed its movements, desperate to not look at Tighnari out of embarrassment. There was little you could do when you impulsively tried to look toward him and felt a brief and light presence on your lips for a split second before feeling the cold warmth take over once more.

That was…?

By the time you had your thoughts together, Tighnari was already standing up and dusting the dirt from his clothes. But he didn’t face you. You touched your lips gently with your fingertips, you wondered if that was just a figment of your imagination or if it was real – a featherlight kiss that felt like a butterfly landing on your lips.

“That should suffice as an answer to your question.” Tighnari finally faced you, face a little red and his eyebrows furrowed as if mildly embarrassed. “Now, let’s go. The sun is about to set.”

You couldn’t believe it – did he really…? You felt like you were being driven mad.

#genshin impact #genshin #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari #genshin imagine #genshin x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #my writing

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depravitymoon · 1 year

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The Bucci Gang React to S/O’s twerking

((Author's note: Just to clarify, it's not the poly Bucci Gang. It's each individual reacting to their S/O's dancing.))

((Warning: Aged Up characters, Everyone Lives AU, twerking, female reader.))

The Scenario:

You guys are having a small party. You get tipsy/drunk and start twerking to the music. How it looks.

Bruno

He tries to be mature about this, but you make it hard (pun intended). He's quite impressed. Seeing drunk girls twerk isn’t new, but your dance style is on another level! Then he notices you’re hopping and dancing towards him. You grind on his crotch and he immediately holds your hips still. He loudly says, “Okay Y/N. I think that’s enough.” but then he whispers, “Lets take this somewhere private”.

Giorno

The typically suave cool-headed blonde is now a shivering mess. He makes an audible gulp and grips his chair, not able to handle so much ass in his face. Everyone was shocked, not predicting their fearless Don would react this way. You giggle, asking if Don Giovanna has ever been seduced like this. He shakes his head, “Not like this. You’ve....made quite an impression.”

Trish

Just to be goofy, she took out some money and made it rain on you, which encouraged you to do some head-turning dance moves. She wasn’t laughing now, just dumbfounded. You offer to give her some lessons. She declines, joking that she can't jiggle her pancake butt. “Nonsense!” you laugh. You get up and slap her ass. Then, you teach her how to swish her hips around, telling her how sexy she looks.

Abbacchio

You twerk your way towards him and bounce that ass near his lap. Abbacchio sighs and shakes his head. A few drinks in your system got you acting like this? Tsk tsk. You’re such a ball of energy. You pout at his reaction and stopped. “I didn’t say stop”. At his words, you laugh and continue. He’s such a dumb tsundere, but you love him!

Narancia

He's completely mesmerized by your dancing. And your ass. He's so mesmerized by you that he didn't realize you were grinding against him. You stood stilll, thinking you took it too far. Then, you felt Narancia's hands gripping your waist. Both of you are great dancers, so you sway your hips to the beat. That is, until simple sways became strong gyrations. That's when Bruno steps in and stops you two from further dry-humping. You realize Bruno had a point, so you drag Narancia to somewhere more private.

Mista

Mista wolf whistles at you. He compliments your ass and gives it a smack. "You got a nice ass too, babe! How about a dance battle?" you ask him, but he declines....at first! Once he got drunk, Mista starts the twerk battle. The rest of the gang is laughing or trying not to laugh. You jokingly declare Mista the winner, then asks "How about you back that ass up?" To be funny and sexy, you grind on Mista while he twerks against you. Trish made a video of it.

Fugo

The biggest stuttering mess. “Y/N?!” His eyes are the size of plates. Not only did he not think you twerked, you never told him you were so good at it. He tries to resist the allure. His girlfriend is drunk and jiggles her buttocks, what’s the big deal? That did not work. He was so close to popping a boner that he had to leave. You chase after him, yelling how sorry you were for making him uncomfortable. He pulls you into a hug, assuring you that everything’s fine. “Could you show me your dance again at home?” he asks. Feeling his little friend poking you, you know exactly what he means.

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starsw1rl · 7 months

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DYING BY THE HAND

Relationship: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader Summary: Siren, a newly yet skilled recruit, finds her way through Task 141 and learns important lessons, while also teaching some

A/N: lol so i already posted this months back but hopefully ill actually finish it this time!

Loud music blasts through the surround system of the club. Blood flows through the veins of the people, alcohol gets poured into glass after glass, and the music pumps off the walls and hits the crowd’s ears.

The whole bar was filled with a mixture of lonely people trying to drown in their sorrows, alcoholics who meet the devil himself as the glass touches their lips, or just people looking for the fix of a fun night.

It was almost sad that the only way these people felt any serotonin was through drugs or sex. At a secluded table, there was a couple conversing quietly on personal business.

People around them were either lost in their intoxicant drink, or either leaving lucky. A gruff man, who sat across from a woman, was a much larger build and had fluffy mutton chops.

He had a very charismatic look and a specific glimmer in his eyes as smiled at the blonde woman. She had a much smaller frame in contrast to the man.

She gave him a warm smile, but it was soon replaced with her original stoic face. His large veiny hands held a large manila envelope, making it look tiny as he placed it onto the table to hand to the blonde.

“Laswell, this is Siren” the gruff man started. “She is one of our ally’s current main spies and also is known for being the best sniper” The woman nodded and then he proceeded to talk, “I wish for her to soon be a new addition to the 141 Task team and believe she has more than potential…” He tries to persuade the woman.

She brings her hand up to her head and sighs. “Siren? Is there another name or is that the only name she goes by, Cap.?” He shakes his head and says “that's her only name recorded. She is known for not being able to be identified by a profile and her high level of secrecy.”

She laughed “Price, you know she’s a new recruit. How much experience does she have?” She opens the envelope and quickly scans the report.

“Siren is from Russia. She was somehow trained from the age of 12 and refuses to talk about her experience with her trainer. She never spoke about family or any personal ties besides the military. Apparently, she has taken out several head leaders and has a long list of killings of soviet military leaders while in Russia. She had to run as a refugee for a couple of months till she found us. I understand the lack of physical proof of her performances, but Laswell…she would do well with us. Siren has proved herself to me and I hope she can to both you and Shepherd as well. She’d be a beneficial addition to the team.” Captain says to the blonde.

Kate sits back in her chair and continues to read Siren’s resume. A sigh falls from her lips and Price awaits her answer.

Strobe lights dance across the bar while people try to find their own sense of euphoria in the mixture of sweat, alcohol, spit, and other mixtures that many would wish to not think about.

The thick humid air that had already filled the dance floor was now filling the rest of the large room. Many wished to seize their own moment in the club yet still would go home feeling as if they fell short. But the night is still young and is still attainable.

While that was going on, in some forest, Siren was sitting up in a tree watching a group of three soldiers walk cautiously through the trees and try to make out anything through the branches.

She took out her prized possession, Poseidon. Poseidon was her sniper and she had always been attached to it since she took it.

It originally was Ivon Petrov, who was Russia’s main spy, but when she took it, Petrov’s dead body hadn’t said much against it.

Plus the rifle with dark green wrap and a matching silencer with a carved design on the end was such a perfect beaut in her opinion, she couldn’t had passed the opportunity up nor allow anyone else feel worthy of her.

Siren watched them through her scope and silently peered toward the soldiers. Two of them were next to each other while there was another following a little behind them.

It was evident that the lone soldier was struggling to keep up and as they walked, they almost seemed to be injured. The soldier had an irregular step and was much farther from the group.

Locking her scope to the center of the soldier’s head, she took them out with no hesitation. As she watched the body disappear from the tall plants on the ground, her eyes focused on the two other soldiers left to take down.

The two kept walking slowly until one told the other, “I need to piss.” They both stopped and the other soldier turned their back while groaning.

As the soldier started to pull down their zipper, it was the perfect time to take out both of them and that was exactly what Siren did. She took out the one with their back turned first and then hit the one pissing.

She climbed around some trees and went higher. Heights have never been an issue to her as she always prefered to sleep in the trees in between missions.

Living off the grid is the only way she can survive without the Russians finding her or at least that's what she says. It's really just to ease her mind about them finding her.

Plus, she never really minded it. She always was in the trees when possible and always wondered how good of a sniper she would’ve been if it was any different.

The only thing she enjoys much more than being high up was nature. Russia was absolutely beautiful to her, but the people ruined it. Well, person.

Regardless, it also helped her learn astronomy as a random interest. The astronomy helped her immensely with directions of where she was at, where she was going to, and where she was coming from.

When she looks back on her younger years, all she can really ever recall was her training. She can never really recall certain memories before or anything in between the lessons she was given.

As much resentment she had built up over the years towards her apprentice, she still had an almost sickening appreciation for the lessons she learned, but still wondered how things could have played or been different.

She knew it was better to not dwell on the past and sit in her own self-pity, but if she didn't, who would? Siren always allowed herself to mourn, but in a more proper, scheduled manner yet, she still could not heal from what cannot be recalled.

She finally sets up camp for the night and notices the full moon above. She said a tiny prayer to the sky, a habit she picked up in her teen years. It wasn’t like she actually believed in a certain god, but she did believe in a higher being blessing her in weird ways.

Someone up there blessed her with trees and nature all around her. Her main struggle with a god was why would they even create such madness in humans. Whoever was there screwed the start of her life over, but she still believed that the start of her life was an inevitable lesson of how fucked humans are and how they will remain till their own demise.

War is a disgusting sight to see, but the before and after were always her favourite. Maybe God is just some sick masochist who got off to the destruction of their own creation. Or maybe there was no God. It didn't matter to her.

No matter her belief system, she saw prayer as a nice way to talk to ‘someone’ before bed.

The whooshing of the helicopter was not helping the current condition of 141. They had just gotten picked up from a mission that got ambushed. They were stationed in Las Almas and were looking for an Iranian terrorist, Hassan Zyani.

Apparently, there was more than expected and somehow Soap came out with two bullet wounds and Gaz had a stab wound. Luckily the rest made it without major injuries, but were still suffering from massive headaches, blown eardrums, or smaller faults.

Besides the loud helicopter propellers, the team sat in silence. The air was filled with a huge tension of mixed emotions.

There was a lot of anger, fear, sadness, and pure madness running through the whole team's heads as they were trying to calm themselves the whole ride back. The adrenaline also was not helping with their strong emotions, so they knew to stay silent. When they finally landed, both Johnny and Gaz were taken out of the helicopter and then rolled to the medical branch of the base.

Ghost knew Johnny was going to be fine, but there was still this worry and a little bit of anger with himself. Their ‘bromance’ was definitely noticeable, especially when listening to them talk on the radio; the constant banter, telling shitty ‘war jokes’, or even better yet, the constant playful flirting.

The two loved to tease each other till brotherly fights that the rest of the team sometimes has to break up. Ghost sees the whole squad equally as brothers, but Johnny was definitely and obviously even more than a brother to him. Their type of friendship goes unmentioned, yet still known by everyone and anyone.

Ghost got called to speak with Price and have a chat with Shephard. He groaned to himself as he was already pissed with himself for the fuck ups on the mission and really did not want to hear a lecture about it.

The two men gathered around an RV while the helicopter slowed down. Price was close to the screen while Ghost was sitting in the back, resting his hands in the arms of his vest.

An older man filled the screen and was waiting for the two men. Shepherd had news, which the captain was already aware of.

“Lieutenant” Price greeted. “Ghost,” Shepherd said sharply, ignoring Price. “Whatever the hell happened in Las Almas tonight does not matter anymore and we must move on. We will be able to get you guys back out there in the next couple of weeks, don’t fuck up again.” Shepherd lectured in anger.

“Speaking of which, there is soon to be a new recruit joining you. Price was the one who is extremely adamant about an addition to the team and I ask you to go and train her for the next couple of weeks while we wait for recovery from today’s mission,” he finished.

Ghost’s balaclava covered any reaction if he had any, whether it was confusion, anger, or defeat. It was always hard to identify any emotions on Ghost’s face due to the covering.

The only way of knowing how he felt was through his eyes and voice, but even then no one was able to. The general’s harsh and dismissive attitude on today’s mission annoyed Ghost, but he understood the mistakes that were made that day.

“Copy General. When should we expect her arrival?” Ghost’s raspy voice finally joins the conversation. The elder answers sternly, “She will be here by 0530. You must give her a warm welcome and introduce her to everyone.” Ghost ‘copies’ his orders and the elder dismisses himself.

Captain Price seemed almost thrilled that Shepherd cleared the new recruit and was soon to be training. Price also had a little gut feeling that the new recruit was going to also be teaching the team some lessons.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Dungeon Master, I’m pulling your strings | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: You show interest in D&D and Hawkins’ Dungeon Master offers to teach you in the privacy of his trailer. At some point during the lessons, D&D is forgotten

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk (light),

Request: Eddie fluff where he is teaching reader how to play dnd please

A/N: This fic was long awaited and it took me so long to finish. I really hope you’ll like it!

When Dustin's older sister expressed her interests for her brother's fantasy role-play game, his eyes turned into hearts and his mouth broke into an ear to ear grin.

The next day, Dustin had talked to his club leader about teaching you – and he accepted.

''Thank you for accepting to teach me,'' you said as you stepped into Eddie Munson's trailer.

You had met him a couple of times through Dustin, but you didn't know much about him besides that he was quite eccentric and dramatic. Oh, and people called him 'the freak' which you thought was offensive and derogatory. Just because someone is different it doesn't make them freaks.

''When I heard Henderson's sister was interested in playing, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have her in my club. If you're anything like your brother, the campaigns will take an interesting turn.''

''Club? As in Hellfire?'' Eddie hummed. ''Does that mean I get a cool tee shirt?'' You tried to hide your enthusiasm by biting your lip.

''All members get a tee shirt. But we'll get to that later. If you want to be part of the next campaign, we better get to work.''

''Isn't the next campaign in like...five days?''

You recalled your brother talking about this campaign during breakfast and how it was going to be epic with a capital 'e'.

He hummed again. ''Now, please follow the Dungeon Master.''

You followed the tall brunet to his bedroom where everything was already laid out on the bed. He motioned for you to sit, ready to teach you the basic grasp of the game.

It was very kind of Eddie to take time to sit down with you to guide you through every aspect of the game. Dustin's impatient little ass would've never.

''I'm not gonna ask you to read the rule-books and shit, so I'll walk you through the basic game loop. The Dungeon Master describes the situation, the players say what their characters try to do, and the Dungeon Master describes the outcome. Easy, right?''

''Just that? I thought there were a bunch of rules? Dustin said-''

Eddie tilted his head left and right. ''Yeah yeah, but you don't really need to know all the game rules. You'll learn everything as you play. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with hundreds of rules with terms you don't even know. Your mind will short-circuit.'' A low chuckle left his throat.

When Dustin told you about the many rules, you got a little scared. Having to learn and understand everything sounded stressful to you and it's one of the reasons you had been hesitant to learn the game.

''Should we get to character creation? Without a character, there is no playing.''

You nodded. ''Sure.''

For the next hour, you and Eddie worked on your character. Well, he basically created it for you. All you had to do was roll the dices. He explained a few combat mechanics - what your character can and can't do on its turn – like moving, attacking and the one combat-related class feature your character has at level 1. There were more advanced actions, but these could wait for another time.

At some point, it began getting stuffy in Eddie's room so you removed your sweatshirt, peeling it over your head. During your movement, your cami had ridden up, exposing a part of your stomach. Being a guy, Eddie's eyes darted there instinctively, noticing at the same time the absence of a bra underneath your cami. The fabric was dark, but you could see the imprint of your nipples.

''What does that mean?'' you asked, pointing at the abilities and the numbers he had written on your character chart.

But Eddie's attention – as well as his thoughts – was elsewhere. He was respectively looking. Admiring. He wished he could touch, graze his thumb over the peaked bud before wrapping his lips around it and-

''Eddie?''

The Dungeon Master snapped out of his staring, shaking his head. ''Sorry. My mind went a little wild for a minute.'' He laughed nervously, flicking his eyes up and away from your chest. ''What were you saying, sweetheart?''

''I'm not sure I understand that part of the chart,'' you repeated, pointing to the sheet.

Eddie took a look at the sheet, then went over your abilities as a sorceress.

After a few minutes, your brain was feeling tired from all the new information so you and Eddie decided on taking a break.

''Do you want something to drink? I got beer and...orange juice, but I don't know if the orange juice is good to drink.'' Eddie grimaced, not remembering for how long it's been in the fridge for.

You didn't take a chance and told him to get you a beer. Eddie nodded, telling you he'll be right back as he jogged to his kitchen.

While he was gone, you took a moment to look at your surroundings. Eddie's bedroom was an utter clutter. There were clothes everywhere on the floor and spilling from the closet and drawers, tons of posters on his walls of bands and drawings you assumed he had done. You didn't recognize any of the characters or monsters he had drawn, but you were pleasantly surprised by his sense of details.

On the window edge at your right was a series of figurines that seemed to be hand-painted. You picked one up, careful to not break it. It had big blue wings and a long spear, looking ready to battle.

''Did you paint these?'' you asked when Eddie returned.

Eddie could only nod, the sight of you sitting in the middle of his bed, examining with fascination one of his hand-painted figurines making his stomach ache in all the good ways.

He handed you your beer, already opened, and sat down. ''They're miniatures to play D&D. The one you're holding is for a future campaign.''

''That's so cool.'' You put the figurine back on the edge of the window and took a sip of your beer. ''I like the drawing on your walls too. I didn't know you were an artist.''

''I'm a man of multiple talents.'' Eddie laughed around the opening of his beer. ''Do you have any talents? I heard from a little shitbird that you took ballet lessons as a kid.'' He smirked, imagining you in a tutu and tights.

Dustin. You wanted to strangle your brother. He was the only one who knew about the ballet lessons, the only one who could've told Eddie.

''I don't dance anymore. I was forced to put my pointe shoes on a hook six years ago when I fell during a performance and split my chin.'' You lifted your chin in Eddie's direction, the scar still visible after all these years.

Eddie nodded. ''Impressive. But, you can't beat me in the scar department. I got fifteen stitches when I fell from the trailer's rooftop as a kid. They had to stick a needle in my knee and the whole thing made a huge dent in my uncle's wallet.''

You gasped in horror. A needle in the knee sounded painful. ''Oh my god! What were you doing up there?''

He shrugged. ''Reading? Self-loathing?''

A smile twisted on his lips and you kicked his leg, making him chuckle.

Now you're starting to get why Dustin loves Eddie so much. It's not only about D&D, it's his personality and the way he just makes you comfortable. He's funny without trying and strangely endearing.

And, he's quite handsome too.

You took a few sips of your beer as you kept talking about everything and anything, catching Eddie stealing glances at you every time you would laugh or smile.

''You know, you aren't as sleek and subtle as you think.''

Eddie frowned, then waited for you to pursue.

''I see you looking at me. And, I saw you staring at my tits earlier.''

Eddie played coy, cocking an eyebrow. ''Was I?'' He chuckled, then lowered his eyes, plunging his gaze down to your chest. ''Very nice tits you got there, by the way.''

You put your half empty beer on the nightstand, feeling like making a move. ''I know,'' you said, then reached the bottom of your cami and pulled it off, taking Eddie by surprise.

He sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling hot all over. ''Jesus Christ.''

A part of Eddie was telling him he shouldn't be looking at his friend's sister that way. Dustin would be livid to know teaching his sister D&D turned into wherever this was leading to. But, on another hand, you weren't Dustin's property – and Eddie hadn't forced you to do anything. You had taken off your clothes on your own will. Eddie was just looking.

Damn right he was looking. If you looked closely at him, you could see drool at the corner of his mouth.

''May I..?'' he asked, polite despite the turn of the situation.

You nodded.

Eddie scooted forward on the bed, then cupped your breasts, igniting pleasure inside of you. He swept his thumbs over your nipples, and groaned softly. ''Perfect handful.'' He squeezed both breasts, his thumbs dancing along the underside of each one. ''And these nipples. Fuck, sweetheart.''

You smiled at his compliment. ''You like my nipples, Munson?'' you asked with a half chuckle.

In response, Eddie dipped his head, and you sucked a breath when he flicked his tongue over your right nipple. ''I could suck on these sweet little nipples all night long.''

''What about D&D? You said you wanted me to play in the next campaign-'' You didn't finish your sentence, gasping as Eddie closed his lips around the hard bud and drew it into his hot, wet mouth. "Oh fuck."

Your hand went to Eddie's hair, fingers snaking through his mess of curls as he kept sucking on your breasts like a baby hungry for milk.

"Feels good?" His breath tickled your breasts as he kissed his way to your other nipple. "Is it making you wet?"

You mumbled something unintelligible, no longer remembering how to create words with your mouth as he was licking playful circles around your nipple. God, you hadn't gotten to the sex part yet and you were already fucked-dumb...

Releasing your nipple from his mouth, Eddie began trailing his kissed up your collarbones and neck, then your jaw and finally capturing your lips with his. He tasted the beer he had been sipping on – and you probably did too.

You rose on your knees, gaining some height but not enough to tower over him. Hendersons weren't blessed in the height department. You snaked your arms around Eddie's neck and shoulders and felt his hands go to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as he slid his tongue past your lips.

There was no urgency in the kiss despite your tongues mingling. Only languid sweetness as your hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring and discovering.

You pulled back after a moment, needing to catch your breath. A smile twisted on your lips, taking in what you and Eddie were doing. This was out of character for you; kissing and baring yourself – literally – to someone you barely know.

''You okay?'' Eddie asked, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Your smile broadened and you nodded. You had never felt better.

Then, you were kissing again.

The kisses were searing this time, Eddie's tongue thrusting into your mouth in a deep, punishing stroke. You heard yourself moan, but Eddie swallowed the desperate sound with another greedy kiss, his warm hands clamping on your hips as he lowered you on the mattress. He wanted to kiss you longer, but he had other plans.

You let out a little whine as his mouth left yours.

''Pull your pants down and lay back, sweetheart,'' Eddie whispered in your ear, his velvety voice tickling your eardrum.

Your core clenched at his words.

You did as told, pushing down your jeans and revealing a simple black thong. If your mother ever saw those, she'd throw them in the fireplace and get you a jumbo pack of granny-panties that would last your whole life.

Eddie marveled at the sight, taking it in for a few seconds. He stuck his tongue out, catching the wet patch on your underwear. ''Look at that, you're already wet for me.''

If you hadn't been so horny, you would have blushed, but right now all you could think about was Eddie's fingers. They were so long, and dexterous according to the guitar on his wall, they must feel really good.

''Tell me what you want me to do.'' Eddie looked up at you, trailing his finger over your stomach and awakening goosebumps in his wake. ''Do you want my fingers?'' He ran his finger-tips down your slit over your underwear, his teasing touch tickling and making your breath hitch. ''Tell me you want my fingers inside of you.''

An involuntary moan spilled from your lips. ''Yes. Fingers- Want your fingers.''

''I'll just take these off,'' Eddie said as he hooked his fingers under the waistband and removed your underwear. ''And then we can play.'' He threw them aside, the delicate landing on the planchette and knocking over some pieces.

If you hadn't been so turned on, you would've laughed. There's slim chances Eddie had done on purpose, so how fitting was it that your panties had landed on the D&D planchette?

The wet sound of Eddie's fingers sliding in and out of you filled the room, the calloused palm scraping your pussy on its descent, combined with your little mewls. His fingers felt so much better than your own – colder too, because of his rings touching your hot skin. You pushed yourself on his fingers in response, trying to get him to go deeper, but Eddie was a little shit and not giving you what you wanted.

''You like that?''

You didn't have time to say anything, a strangled sound spilling from you as he unexpectedly sucked on your clit, your hips rising from the bed. Eddie laughed, sending vibration to your core. He pulled out his fingers and licked them. ''So wet for me, aren't you, my little sorceress?''

Before tonight, you would've never thought nerdy dirty talk would turn you on, but here you were, whining and pushing yourself toward Eddie's mouth as he called you by your D&D character's class, desperate for another touch of his tongue.

''Eddie, please. I- I need your mouth.''

He answered to your demand and did a first swipe of his tongue between your folds' entrance, sucking some of your moisture and teasing. ''Is that what you want, sweetheart?''

You mumbled some appreciative sounds and he did it again, this time grabbing your thighs firmly to keep you from squirming so much under his tongue. His grip was without a doubt going to leave bruised-colored mementos behind – which you will stupidly smile at when you get home later, thinking back about the crazy turnure of events.

Eddie slipped in deeper between your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. He continued with the teasing. going deeper and deeper with every swipe of tongue, releasing a variety of slurping sounds in the room as he eagerly and messily sucked.

Lost in your sexual pleasure, you had absentmindedly grabbed at his hair, pulling at the roots of Eddie's messy mane and forcefully keeping his mouth on you. You almost released your grip, but the pleasured groans he made in response told you he didn't mind – in fact, he loved it.

''God, you taste so good,'' Eddie praised, making explicit slurping and humming noises, as if he was tasting the best ice cream ever created. ''It's getting all over my face with how wet you are.''

You made the mistake and glanced down just as Eddie raised his head, giving you a good visual of your wetness glistening from his lips down to his chin. It was pornographic. The type of image you'd get in those adult movies at Family Videos – not that you had ever rented one.

He flashed you a devilish grin, one of the corners curling higher. ''Look at the mess you made on me. It's dripping down my chin,'' he said, beginning to rub his thumb on your swollen clit, watching you roll out a series of needy little cries, desperate for more attention to your clit.

You pushed his head back down, needing him there. Eddie laughed and happily obliged.

''Are you getting close? Good girl is getting close,'' he asked, lapping at your insides while keeping his thumb on your clit, stimulating both zones.

You nodded, feeling the knot in your core getting tighter and tighter as your climax got closer. ''Close. So close,'' you replied, pushing your hips down and using your free hand to clutch at the sheets.

If the air was stuffy and hot earlier, it must've gotten up twenty degrees by now.

''Beg. Beg me to come.''

If it had been with anyone else, you would've been embarrassed –begging was embarrassing –, but Eddie made it sound like a game and you were happy to partake and play along.

''Please, let me come. Please, please.'' You felt your walls clench and toes curling – so close.

''Why should I let you come? Why should I give you this pleasure?''

''Let me come, please,'' you mewled.

''Is that what you want? To come all over me? To come all over your Dungeon Master?''

You bit down your lip, not thrusting yourself to not moan so loud Eddie's trailer neighbors would hear.

''Come for me,'' he whispered against you. ''Come on my tongue.''

Three flicks of tongue later, you clenched your legs around Eddie's head, choking him with your thighs as a loud moan ripped from your throat, coming apart and climaxing. You repeated Eddie's name over and over like a chant, feeling him hum in delight and slurp all of your juices.

Once he was finished, Eddie pressed gentle kisses on your overstimulated pussy, making you hiss in sensitivity.

''Eddie?'' You pushed him off of you. ''I think I'm gonna need another lessons.''

Still between your legs, Eddie threw his head back laughing. ''You really are a naughty little girl, Henderson. I bet no one knows that about you, uh?''

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fanaura · 1 year

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Hey could i request a Neteyam x reader. Reader is best friends with Lo’ak and they are the same age. When the sully siblings hang out with the reader everyone notices there is a sexual tension between Neteyam and the reader. The reader and Neteyam finally become a couple and Lo’ak thinks that Neteyam is stealing his best friend. In the end all is forgiven and they all live in harmony.

finally getting to this request!! sorry it's taken so longg

Lo'ak's best friend (part 1, sfw)

pairing: neteyam x omaticayan!fem reader

content warnings: reader YEARNS for neteyam, and a tense moment between them

this fic series will have no smut between neteyam and the reader. it's going to be a cute and wholesome teen romance :)

“You’re getting too close!” you called out to Lo’ak as he ducked and weaved under and around you and your Ikran, teasing and taunting you both. His beast was just as cheeky as he was, sending your more skittish partner in a distress. “Shhh Tswake,” you soothed, stroking the smooth leathery skin of her neck. “Let’s teach them a lesson.”

In an unspoken command, Tswake dived, the wind slapping on your face and stinging your eyes. You just avoided one of the floating mountains ahead, though Lo’ak had no such luck. “Shit!” He exclaimed at the same time his ikran let out a head-splitting shriek, the sound of wings and bodies making contact with hard earth. You chuckled triumphantly, the wind now calming on your features as you both leveled out and slowed. You could hear and see other banshees and their riders flying around you, looking at you with disdain at the disruption of their previously peaceful evening ride. You smiled to yourself. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Lo’ak to be getting yourselves in some form of danger or trouble, it came with the territory of being the best friend of the Olo’eyktan’s son. It was hard for Lo’ak to live up to his father’s impossible standards, so you took it upon yourself to help him forget, even for a little bit. It was the habit of many people in the clan to assume you were promised to each other, but it wasn’t like that, it couldn’t be. Not when your heart and mind and soul was consumed with another.

You had accepted long ago that - for Lo’ak’s sake - you would never have what you truly wanted, or who. It didn’t matter, anyway, mating wasn’t always for love, you knew you could be content with mating with a respectable male and having children to fill your life with joy and happiness. But somewhere, deep down, a part of your heart ached, and you knew that feeling would linger.

The sound of Lo’ak and his ikran snapped you out of your melancholy: “that was not funny,” he said with feigned upset.

You grinned back at him, “that’s what you get for pissing us off, Lo’ak.”

“You know damn well it was Taw’s idea just as much as it was mine,” it was true, Lo’ak’s banshee was very much trying to gain the affections of your own, but Tswake was having none of it. Your previous thoughts had once again reappeared in the front of your mind, causing your smile to falter and your eyes to turn away from your friend and instead to the floating mountains ahead. You tried to focus on the air, the sun, anything else, but nothing could distract you from the rope pulling and constricting at your lungs. Lo’ak caught the change instantly.

“Are you alright?” he said your name, his eyes and voice etched with worry.

You didn’t look at him, “yes, of course.”

He didn’t leave it alone, “come on, you know you can talk to me. Tell me.”

You sighed heavily, both of you ducking underneath vines hanging off of nearby rocks as you flew, the sun warming your face, “it’s nothing, really. I just feel like… I mean, as we’re getting older, there have been…” Eywa, you felt stupid saying this to him. You paused, trying to gether your thoughts into a coherent way to recount to Lo’ak, who continued to soar alongside you.

“There have been expectations, Lo’ak. For me to choose, to mate. Not with you, of course,” you added hurriedly when you saw his frown. “I just feel as if there is no one truly out there for me, that I will never be able to mate for love.” You didn’t mention who, specifically, was on your mind. You knew how Lo’ak would act if he found out.

“Oh,” he said, his eye brows furrowing together again.

“I know, it’s stupid. We’re both still young and I shouldn’t worry myself with this sort of shit but I-”

“No,” he interrupts, stopping your anxious babble. “I get it. Dad’s always telling ‘Teyam and I to ‘start thinking about it,’” the thought of Neteyam thinking about people he would consider mating had your stomach twisting in an unbearable knot. Lo’ak went on, “but it’s not like it would be hard for you to find a mate,” you looked at your best friend, really looked at him, and he wasn’t mocking you, he saw how much emotional turmoil you were in and he was answering genuinely. He really believed you wouldn’t - and couldn’t - struggle in the process of building a family of your own. If only he knew.

“You think so?”

He grinned at you, “well, if they don’t end up figuring out about how annoying you are and how bad your breath smells.”

Aaand there it was. The real Lo’ak was back. You pursed your lips together to contain your smile, as you and your ikran dove down to the clearing for you both to dismount and go to Hometree for mealtime.

The tree of your home was a generous hue of colours; cool greens, blues, and purples illuminating the area around you in a comforting embrace. A light chatter of your tsmukan (clan) under the three moons grounded you, steeling you as you and Lo’ak walked towards where his siblings were sitting, Neteyam eating and teasing Kiri in his good-humoured way. Your heart thundered, pulse fluttering infuriatingly. This was stupid! You needed to get over yourself, it was never gonna happen.

Lo’ak nudged your arm with his own, bringing you fully back into what was happening around you, instead of your attention staying on the boy who’s regard had shifted from his sister to you. And Lo’ak. You and Lo’ak. There was no way he cared enough to be looking at only you. You reminded yourself of this as you began to rattle on casually with the other Na’vi your age you passed that sat near Hometree, a “hello” here, a “how are you?” there.

“I still do not understand why you talk with them,” Kiri said to you as you took your place next to her, pretending to be enthralled by her comment in order to not let your traitorous gaze to shoot to Neteyam and stay there. Embarrassing.

Kiri was around half an inch shorter than you, but a million times more feisty. You prided yourself in being friendly to everyone because of you hatred for confrontation, but Kiri was unashamed in her opinions of others. You admired it, to be able to speak what she felt about anything and everything, though you knew she felt just as out of place amongst those your age as you did. Just like her mother, you were told.

You chuckled at her cynicism. “Why wouldn’t I? They’re not all bad.”

She looked at you, unimpressed. “They are a group of boring idiots, every time they open their mouths my ears bleed.” Her candor was a bit exaggerated, but it was truthful. It was almost impossible to have any real conversation with the teenage Na’vi, their talk was so surface-level and… bland. You would never admit it, but you agreed with her. But before you could answer, the oldest of the Sully’s said something first.

“You are just mad that everyone is scared of you and we are your only friends,” Neteyam said it with a smile, purposely trying to get a reaction out of Kiri. His eyes flicked from you to his younger sister, almost as if to catch your reaction. You stifled a laugh.

“I’d rather them to be afraid of me if that meant I never actually had to talk to them,” Kiri snapped back to her brother, playing right into his hands.

“Says the healer! You’ll have to talk them if you become a healer with grandmother,” Lo’ak said, laughing.

You understood both of their points, but Neteyam and Lo’ak didn’t struggle in the same way you and Kiri did. Everyone liked them. They could make friends and talk to anyone, it was just the way they were. You said this to them, looking at Neteyam as you did. He huffed a laugh as he took a bite of his meal.

“First of all, not everyone likes me. And second of all, everyone loves you, I don’t think you actually struggle with getting anyone to like you.” His eyes burned into you, and even though Kiri had kept talking, you just stared at him, taking no notice of what your friend beside you was saying. He stared right back, unabashedly. You had been tense and nervous since you first saw him tonight, but now you thought your heart would beat so fast it would rip straight from your chest for everyone to see how much he affected you. It was not as if you’d never made eye contact with each other before, that sort of thing was unavoidable. This, this was different. There was a new weight to the way you looked at each other now, something you had never felt before. It made you want to get up and run away into the trees and scream. The look he gave you was a taught thread, wrapping around your neck and depriving you of all air. Did he really mean that? Everyone loves you. It was the first time he said anything like that to you before, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. By now, that bravery and easy-going way about about you that sat within you like a warm body of water had shriveled and dried up, leaving your mouth dry and head muddled.

You heard your name, and your mind that had zeroed in on the boy across from you instantly came back to take what was happening around you. Kiri was looking at you confusion and unease settled in her features. She said your name again, “are you alright?” You looked at her for a second, struggling to find an excuse for why you had stopped talking and was staring at her brother.

Eywa. Did they notice? Did they think you were being weird? Your cheeks heated, giving your blue skin a warm hue as you said, “what? Yeah, I’m fine.” Was Neteyam still looking at you? You weren’t gonna risk it.

Kiri and Lo’ak had now joined Neteyem at staring at you, and you saw your best friend looking between you and Neteyam. Crap. He really never misses a thing. His brows were bunched together, ears downturned and mouth clamped shut, his jaw flicked with tension. He couldn’t have known. You prayed to Eywa he didn’t actually see know anything.

“Are you sure?” Kiri asked. If she saw as much as Lo’ak did, she wasn’t going to say anything, and her face betrayed nothing to you.

You went to reassure her that you were, when Lo’ak answered for you, “she’s tired. It’s been a long day, Kiri.”

I looked at him, my eyes searching his. You looked at Kiri, who was waiting for your answer, and then at him. He was still looking at you. Before that confusing tense energy could take hold of your mind and heart, you quickly answered Kiri.

“I’m fine, Kiri, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” You gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you rose from your seated position.

You left the group, and you could feel their eyes on you as you walked away, but you refused to turn back to confirm your suspicion. You kept walking until you were out of their sight. As soon as you were alone, your thoughts all bubbled over like an over-boiled kettle. You knew that all these thoughts and questions will have you up late tonight, running through and over thinking every second you were there. Mealtime with the Sully’s was usually so easy and… fun. But now, something had changed.

He had changed.

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cyanichexanthine · 6 months

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Ok sort of a continuation of my prickcest thoughts posts as promised. Parts one and two here with a maybe addendum. Also fair warning, a very long post of compiled thoughts. Under a read more bc it's way too long lmao

That final scene of Rick beating the shit out of Prime, out of himself, being so painful to watch? Yes, and it’s meant to be, because I think we are seeing Prime still trying to reason with Rick. Ricks don’t just outright talk, they only seem to talk with barbed tongues and petty actions. He was calling him out on literally becoming him. Rick took his place in his family. He literally did become their Rick. Living with the Prime family, he became Rick Prime because as far as they knew, he WAS Prime coming back years later. It’s so guttural and bitter because he’s still, even after all this time, trying to reach Rick. To make him see the truth one last time before he makes a decision he is going to regret, and Prime knows this, because he knows himself.

Earlier in the episode he says “I upgraded this thing by the way, the new version can fire more than once, so now I can erase your whole family, one by one until you finally learn your lesson. Which you won't, so then I’ll kill you too.”

What lesson was Prime trying to teach Rick? There are a few options but I firmly believe Rick’s rejection has been hanging over him for so long, especially since he chose family over Prime and “infinity”. A LOT of other Ricks seemed to accept portal tech and leave, who wouldn’t, it’s a semi inevitability. He made all these traps and filters for C137. The Diane bomb spider thing having the pink diane killing bomb tubing on the side of its head (credits for catch on this to @Trucknoisettes on this one in a private chat we had post episode) which likely predates the omega device, something others who had their Diane’s dissolved in a green fizzle likely wouldn’t recognise.

Rick also recognised the device “he built it again.” (It does make me wonder with the gap between Rick’s Diane getting bombed and all Dianes getting wiped, is this the almost death encounter Rick had that Unity knew of? Did Rick confront him the first time the omega device was made and fail? Has Prime been making the hunt ever more elaborate over time to force Rick to become more to overcome it?)

The eldritch goo trap slide having bars of different heights for each participant seen here and an addition here that seem to be measuring and filtering the Ricks that get this close. C137s was one of the highest of all of them, so what was it measuring? Maybe, it was looking for someone who matched himself. Prime. He always calls other Ricks inferior or lesser. But I think this just supports that it’s always been about that same level thing. Because deep down Prime really did want to hold on to that person who met him as an equal, and he never did let go (leaving clawmarks in everything you love huh Prime? Just like Rick does.) (Also interestingly another top scorer for the Prime slide bar height is the guy who said attachments are death. Hmm, interesting thing we’ve heard about the Rickest Rick, who lacks these. Wonder who “died” this ep too.)

What the trap voiceover says at the start also does seem kinda bitter.

“If you’re seeing this, you’re me. Except less. But you acted like you were better so I killed your beloved Diane, partly to devastate you, mostly so I only had to record one message.“

The trap itself is all inescapable odds. Except for someone like Prime, or again someone on his level. To be fair Rick did have Evil Mortys help here, in the form of EMs beyond the curve portal gun and Rick’s own combined with the eldritch prime clone goo. But I think Rick wouldn’t have survived this alone, because I think at this stage, Rick wasn’t ready to face Prime, not by Prime’s standards. Rick even did say that no one has escaped this before and he likely wouldn’t have either alone. The goo gave him what currently seems to be the final showdown location. Meaning Rick should be “ready” for it. The top filtered Rick.

It’s also likely this is how Prime knew it was “wife guy” or c137 who made it through. Maybe from both the goo trap slide readings and the fact he only ever expected c137 to survive to the bitter end and have the ability to seek him out. Because he knows he would be able to figure this all out, and to him, he (Prime) and Rick are the same. It was all incredibly personal, so it only fits that this lesson is incredibly personal and bitter too.

By removing every one of Rick’s family members from existence like he did Diane, he’s removing all possible distractions from Rick becoming just like him where the only person left will be himself “the only person we like”, where his only other remaining irrational attachment left is Prime. It was all about this imo, reinforced by being bitter of Rick taking a holier than thou family man approach. And this is supported by what he says to Rick.

“Admit it, you would have been me. I just walked into your garage, before you walked into mine.”

You would have been me. Prime believes that they are so fundamentally alike that this was inevitable, they are two forms of the same person to him, in the closest possible meaning of it. That even without his intervention, Rick would have left just like he did.

So it does make me think, is Rick, himself, the only other person Prime has felt such a deep and meaningful connection to, someone who gets him, thinks like him, helped him to invent and create and become more? Is Prime actually some twisted obsessive parallel of self love to Rick’s self hatred and loathing?

This parallels so nicely with the Beths too, I know it was discussed that the Beths are a nice parallel of self love and acceptance to Rick and Primes self loathing. But I think Prime is also a form of self love, just the over the top unhealthy kind, because Ricks struggle with love, a lot. It’s never healthy, i.e. attachments motif again I think? I also wonder if Rick does truly resent so much of himself? Like did he resent his initial attachment to Prime and cut it off? Did he resent his life back then and even now? It sure seems like it. Rick is just as broken but in the polar opposite direction. I don’t think his self loathing starts or ends with Prime, but it’s part of him, and he needs to learn to accept himself and others on a huge scale. Is this part of the lesson? Love is such a tricky concept to Ricks over and over and a very selfish one.

“What’s your life without me?” And “You’re welcome by the way, I made you, I showed you infinity.”

I mean this is just hurt all over, he’s both calling out Rick for how much he’s dedicated to the hunt, decades of his life chasing Prime and also another cry for reason I think. Because when they were together, it was likely so so good, they were limitless together. At least to Prime. He literally did make this outcome of Rick. Bombing Diane? Erasing all others? It was all to stop Rick from crawling back to this idealised holy grail of family life, and maybe also prove that Rick made the wrong choice, because without Prime, without the hunt, without portals and everything they did together, what’s left, and can he even return to it now?

“and this is what you do with it? Hang out with my grandson, raise echoes of my daughter.”

Because Prime knows how the Diane/family life story ends, he lived it, he knows how Rick felt, or at least he knows how he felt at least and those are the same thing to him.

That noise Prime makes at the end, yeah he was laughing it all off because you know he’s not weak and sentimental right? Uh huh. All those Diane bots are just reminders of how he can’t let it go either. He erased her but still holds on to using her as a weapon because he knows it will hurt Rick, not giving mind to how much he’s still hurting himself over it all by not letting go. But that final sound and his pained flinching, he wasn’t laughing anymore, he was just hurting. I think he was hurting something fierce that entire scene, because he pushed Rick on this path, to force him to see what he did and still does, and yet again, for a second time. Rick rejects it.

This absolutely ruins me. Prime was probably hurting this whole time, because he was hurting Rick but by proxy, if they are the same. He was hurting himself. This is mildly shown in his moment of throwing slow mobius in the omega device.

“Yeah this hurts me too.”

He didn’t go straight for the jugular and use a Beth or even Jerry which struck me as weird but I think it was to slowly prove a point to Rick, one by one as they disappear, because his intent was only Rick would make it through and then, alone together, he’d tear it all down until Rick finally learned the lesson, see his point of view, and if he still didn’t, which he seemed to think would be the case. He’d kill him.

Prime was willing to throw it all away to bring Rick back to him and to prove his point. Because that mattered to him like no other. Despite constantly grouping him as a lesser Rick previously everything post filter trap was personal. He ended up putting Rick through all that pain and torment as a wakeup call. Yet. In the end Rick didn’t and still rejects him, and rejects himself. This version of himself. What does it leave him with?

Prime wasn’t afraid to die, and was laughing through it all, so I do wonder, is he that convinced he knows Rick, that he will somehow regret it, and maybe try to undo it? Is there something else at play? Or is this just a final knife in the gut to Rick, that he knows Rick will know he was right in the end when it’s too late.

#prickcest #rick and morty #rick and morty spoilers #unmortricken #Hexed rambles #long post #rnm analysis #I don’t think anyone will read any of this but lmao it’s nice to compile the thoughts somewhere for future reference #writing essays out here as analysis fuck #also thanks again to trucknoisettes for asking me what prime's lesson was and sending me on this spiral <3

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ghoul-bonez · 11 months

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~Stars in Her Eyes, Stars in Her Heart~

Chapter 4: Her Heart Will Remain

(Kiri x Fem! Avatar! Reader)

Summary: After the terrifying thanator chase Kiri was worried for your well-being if you were to run into one on your own, so she decided to teach you how to navigate the forest.

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: This series is going to have shorter chapters than normal but it’s like 13 chapters long 👍🏻 ALSO rare weekend post!!!

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Her Heart Will Remain

Kiri had easily decided on your second lesson. Yesterday she had noticed that you had struggled to navigate the forest as you ran from the palulukan. Luckily Kiri had been there, but she feared the outcome that would have happened if she had not been there.

The forest can be hard to adjust to, especially going from one terrain to another, so today you would work on that.

Kiri had beat you to the meeting spot today, but quickly that fact had become fiction as you jumped out from your hiding place, hissing loudly at Kiri who jumped back, placing a hand on her knife.

“Oh my Eywa do not scare me like that!” Kiri removed her hand from her knife and rested it over her heart.

You laughed loudly, “Sorry, but you should have seen the look on your face, priceless!”

Kiri rolled her eyes, “Whatever, we should get started for the day.”

You just smiled at Kiri’s annoyance, “Alright professor Kiri, what do you have planned for today?”

Kiri hummed, “Well, yesterday you were slow, unsure about your movement through the forest. Today we are going to work on that. I believe the English name for the game we are going to be playing is tag.”

You scoffed, “Damn, I didn't do that bad.”

Kiri laughed, “But you were that bad. You probably wouldn’t be alive if I weren't there.”

You smiled but rolled your eyes, “Okay, whatever. Who's gonna be the first chaser.”

“You are going to be chasing me. Try to keep up.” Kiri said before sprinting away, giving you no time to think before you took off after her.

The ground was rough beneath your feet, sticks and stones making you cringe as you stepped on them, but you kept running. Eventually you were able to ignore the pain and push through it. It was like they weren't there anymore when you stopped focusing on them, instead focusing on Kiri who was far ahead. You had to keep up so you pushed yourself even harder, your lungs aching, air burning them when you inhaled.

You avoided tree after tree while you ran, dodging around them, a couple grazing your body as you didn’t aim yourself far enough away.

Soon Kiri was approaching a tree head on, with what looked like no intention to go around it. You hoped you weren't going to have to climb it. You were not ready to climb it, but once Kiri reached it she jumped, grabbing onto a branch above her and pulling herself up onto it.

Higher and higher, she climbed from branch to branch easily, but as she was reaching higher levels your feet were still planted firmly on the ground. Kiri paused to look down at you, who was looking up at her, like you were waiting for something.

You took one final breath, watching Kiri as she took a break from climbing to study you, watching you, waiting for your next move, and then you were climbing.

You were clumsy, struggling to move from branch to branch, and taking a different path than Kiri, but slowly you were making your way up to Kiri’s level. Once you got close enough to Kiri she jumped. She landed on a huge leaf, sliding off it and onto another one. One after another she gracefully fell until she was on the ground.

Everything in yourself told you not to do it. Every instinct told you it was a death sentence, but you didn’t listen to them. You jumped, falling onto the leaf and following what Kiri had done. You made it to the bottom, but with the final drop you landed awkwardly on your butt. You quickly scampered up, making sure you were fully intact, and you were. Nothing was broken, and the only pain was in your butt, and your ego.

Even once you reached the ground the game wasn’t over, and Kiri took off running again. You ran through the forest for a while longer, passing parts of the forest you had never been to, but right now you didn’t have the time to admire them like you would like too.

A lake was in front of you and as you thought Kiri was going to dodge it, running around the perimeter, Kiri jumped right in, swimming across before jumping out of the water on the other side.

You had never been more relieved at your decision to ditch your shoes before today. They would just drag you down, as would the rest of your clothes, but you followed after Kiri anyway.

The water was cold when you broke the surface, encompassing your body and dragging you down. You quickly breached the surface, resurfacing and looking around to find Kiri on the other side. You swam as quickly as possible and eventually made it to the other side of the lake where you hauled yourself out of the water.

You were sopping wet, water seeped into all of your clothes, making you cold in the slight wind. You shook your head, like a dog freeing themself from water, water flying off and you bent over trying to catch your breath. You almost thought Kiri was done, but before you could fully catch your breath Kiri ran off again.

Eventually you ran long enough to come to a sight you never thought you would see. The Hallelujah Mountains were even more beautiful than you could ever imagine, but there was no time to stop and stare as you were hot on Kiri’s tail, only a few feet behind her as she ran ahead.

As you neared the edge of a cliff you hesitated, but Kiri didn’t, jumping off like she knew exactly what she was doing, and she did. She quickly grabbed onto a vine and began climbing up to a smaller floating rock formation. The look on Kiri’s face was pure joy and you questioned how much of this was actual survival skills versus Kiri wanting someone to run around with.

You took a deep breath, preparing to jump, and quickly followed behind Kiri, clinging to the vine as tight as you could once it touched your hands. You wrapped your thighs around the plant and roughly pulled yourself up towards the top of the rock.

Kiri was waiting, standing on the top of the floating rock, and as you got far enough up she reached her hand out to you, pulling you up onto the rock beside her.

“You did good!” Kiri exclaimed.

“God damn you are fast!” You heaved, bent over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Your lungs worked hard, burning like a star that was dying out but trying its best to stay alive.

“So why did we do this?” You questioned.

“I want you to be equipped if another palulukan comes, and if you are going to survive the forest you have to know how to move through every part. From the ground, to trees, to water, and more.” Kiri spoke seriously, before a smile broke out on her face, “You did better than I thought you would though.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile was on your face.

Kiri looked off to the distance, towards the expanse of floating rocks and mountains, “You’ve never seen the mountains, right?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah, they're beautiful!”

Kiri looked back to you, bumping your shoulders together, “Well, let’s explore some more then. I’ll chase you this time though.”

You just smirked at her before starting to run off, Kiri hot on your tail. You ran together for a while, Kiri not even trying to catch you because she easily could if she wanted to, but it was fun. Kiri enjoyed it more than she would admit, and you got to explore a part of Pandora you had never seen before.

As they ran Kiri smiled as the newest mysterious words came to her consciousness, “Someday she will outrun the best of warriors, someday she may outrun you, but her heart will remain.”

Word Bank:

Palulukan (Thanator)

Hallelujah Mountains (Floating mountains of Pandora)

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ominous-inscription · 1 year

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butterfly

featherlight kisses that feel like butterflies.

tighnari x gn!reader

"Master Tighnari…" you grimaced. "Observing people so closely like that can ward people away from you, you know?"

It was a straightforward question. And Tighnari was no idiot.

That was…?

You couldn’t believe it – did he really…? You felt like you were being driven mad.

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hypergamiss · 6 months

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I still remember this girl who always tried to compete with me in my early 20’s but claimed to be “friends.” She went through great lengths to try to make me look like a fool and so I blocked her on everything and she was genuinely shocked that I did that. She went to the rest of the friend group fully presenting herself as a victim but she did too much that was too obvious about what her true intentions were that two other girls decided to block her as well. I did not ask them to or convince them to, apparently they just had enough of her as well and I happened to be the only one who was bold enough to just remove her from my life. When the other two girls blocked her she emailed me because that is the only way she could contact me and apologized for the way she had behaved and the things she said. She included things that I didn't even know about which made it even worse. I honestly think that even at this point she wasn't interested in a friendship I think she was just desperate to be in the friend group since the other girls were starting to understand me and reason with me. I blocked her email too and I knew better than to keep her around. I could just imagine how worse things could have gotten with her around. She was on another level of toxicity I have ever witnessed. Since then some of the girls have kept in touch with her and the little that they tell me about her life just makes so much sense why she was always after me. She's now in a marriage with a man who got her a shut up ring because she was his mistress and so she was insecure about their relationship. She went on to have multiple kids with him and she is the main bread winner so she works full time, takes care of him, takes care of the kids, and even his siblings kids when they drop them off as they please according to my friends. Even now years later she manages to try and pull me into drama somehow. There was a boy she really liked when she was younger but apparently, he rejected her. He took me out to dinner one time and bought me flowers. He took a picture of the flowers on my lap while I held them for his socials so you were able to see my purse and shoes and jewelry. She's so crazy that she went through her old pictures of us and gathered them to prove that I was the girl in that photo based on my shoes and accessories to our friends. When they showed me her messages I was asking them “what is the reason for all this?” “what does she get or prove from doing this?” then one of them told me the boy who took me to dinner had rejected her in the past and she had been obsessed with him. I of course didn't know he even existed until before the date. Well it seemed to me she still was obsessed. Imagine if she wasn't blocked to this day? I could just imagine her actively trying to tear me down every chance she gets. I truly will never understand but it’s not my job to understand why she acts this way. The second I begin to understand why she chooses to behave the way she does is the day I become someone like her. I don't need to understand. I don't need closure. What I need is peace and to make room for better friends who genuinely choose to celebrate each other. Don't let the red flags teach you a lesson, they are there to WARN YOU.

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giffenprep · 26 days

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Joining My Stepson

Well, she wasn't too happy with us. We'd gone to a 'Beer Festival' and gotten pretty obnoxious and were pretty much the same way when we got home. Since it was really late, my wife said she'd 'deal with it tomorrow'. We both knew what that would mean for her son, Kyle. He'd be over her lap, begging, and she wouldn't let him up until she was sure he'd learned a lesson.

I walked by as she was 'making sure' and she looked up, pointed her paddle at me and said, 'and you're next, mister!'

I sort of laughed it off, uneasily. She probably spanked her son (my step-son) every couple of months or three, despite him being 19. That's a lot different from her spanking me, which she'd never done.

@portraitsofspankedmen

"Oh come on," I told her later when Kyle was in his room, "How's that even going to work? I'm not a kid, and he isn't, anymore, either."

Taking the 'a spanking wouldn't work on me' position was not a smart move on my part.

"We'll see how tough you are when you're over my knee," she said.

I was trying to bluff it out. It was pretty clear that Kyle did not enjoy having her spank him (which is exactly why she did it) and really was a well-behaved kid. It was sure to hurt, and I'm not big into pain. Plus, I'm a full-grown adult. "You don't tell me what to do," I told her, "Not all the time, anyway."

@beautiful-when-she-s-angry

On the other hand.

My wife is, after all, a strong, decisive woman who was more than a little mad at me, and at times I can be a bit of a fuck-up. First of all, if I let her spank me, it'll make her happy, whether it teaches me anything or not, and if it really hurts, well, maybe I deserve it.

As if reading my mind, she says "You deserve it every bit as much as Kyle, maybe more. You took him there, you bought the beer, even though he's underage."

"He'll always be underage to you," I said, probably not wisely. "And I didn't have to buy him beer."

"Oh, so he's got a fake ID?" she said, and I realized that maybe I just got him into more trouble.

"I don't know, they weren't checking. Not mine, anyway," I explained lamely.

By now I was just looking for the easiest way out of this and I was thinking it might just be over her lap.

"Okay, we'll do this. Some time he's out of the house," I offered.

"No no no," she countered. "Right now. It'll be good for him to hear that you get the same as he did."

Well, the paddling he got was no laughing matter - at least he didn't think so. "What, that hard, the first time? I wasn't doing any underage drinking."

"I thought you weren't worried about it. If anything, you should get more," she insisted. "You're supposed to be the adult here. Especially since you think I still consider him just a kid."

"You know, you're kinda sexy when you're like this," I blurted.

"Oh yeah? Well let's just see how sexy you think I am after."

That was about all there was to say. I knew she'd take my pants down, that was the drill. I was getting a bit of a boner but nothing she hadn't seen before, right? Pretty soon she was sitting and I was lying across her lap. Maybe both of us were a little nervous. I know I was.

She was right, there was no 'first time mercy'. She spanked hard! And took her time doing it. If only that had been the end of it!

@beautiful-when-she-s-angry

Round 2 was with her hairbrush and she made that count, too! Have to think that since Kyle could hear us he had to be impressed.

When she was done I had to stand up and show her the results. Fortunately for my butt, she was satisfied (at least with the spanking she gave).

At that point we closed the bedroom door so she could be satisfied in another way. Quietly!

I wasn't entirely convinced this was fair, but I didn't want any more convincing!

"What about me?" I asked when I stood up, my hard-on suggestively at mouth level.

"Not till tonight, dear. Don't want Kyle getting the wrong idea!"

So I had to wait, miserable, until bedtime.

She even admitted that she sort of got off on spanking me. Especially hard!

"That never happened with Kyle, of course," she said, and I was glad to hear that, at least.

Then she wanted me on bottom!

"I want that sexy butt I heated so well slamming into the bed so I can feel you thrust up into me," she explained. But believe me, she made it worth my while!

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vampkillr · 2 years

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Death — Joker

m! batman! reader — 1k words — angst — corruption, no romance sorry — no this is NOT a joker x bruce wayne fic go away — written with heath ledger's joker in mind — death is change. an end to one thing and the start of another. this is the story of the death of Gotham's truest hero. Gotham's only hero.

The tip of his gun was cold as it pressed against my chin, but I didn't feel afraid— no, for some reason the only sensation that washed over me was relief. My mask discarded somewhere on the floor, I was completely exposed for who I was. For what I was trying to be. But I was so exhausted. I couldn't keep fighting him, I couldn't keep doing this. Gotham has ran through me and taken far much more than I thought was even possible to give. "Do it," I whispered. So quiet that I almost couldn't hear the words come out of my mouth. And yet I could see the way he faltered. That near-constant smirk of his dropping for just a fraction of a second. I took a breath in. Shaky— uneven and perturbed. "Do it." My voice was stern this time. More determined. I was pleading with him at this point. He tilted his head down and peered at me through furrowed brows, a frown evident on his face even through the cracked and smeared face paint.

The gun slipped from my chin, and he let it rest loosely in his hands. Wrist slackly pointed away from me, he pulled the trigger and revealed it was simply a toy. The sight of the red flag that erupted from the gun filled me with an immeasurable disappointment, and my body let out an upset sigh. "I've told you time and time again how this would end," He combed his fingers through my hair but I couldn't even be shocked at the touch. I didn't care anymore about what he was going to do. I couldn't force myself to care. "I've tried to teach you.... Over and over how the need for justice will only ever get stronger." He was right..... Oh god, he was right. I felt as if I was betraying gotham for giving up, for becoming so malleable in his hands, for finally learning the so-called 'lesson' he was trying to teach.

"Why?" I couldn't understand why someone like him would be comforting me like he was. My eyes focused on his arms, scanning the way his blue sleeves rolled up so simply and complimented his green vest in a strange way. His touch was so gentle, treating me so softly— as if I had actually done something to deserve it. As if I hadn't spent years beating him up and ruining his plans. As if we haven't spent that time chasing after each other.

"Everything I've ever done," He licked his lips. "all of it's been for you." The idea that I was the reason people have died at the hands of the Joker set a burn of guilt in my stomach. "You complete me," His voice was desperate through his smile. Bent forward slightly, leaning down to my level as he spoke. All he ever wanted was my undivided attention. If I had just given him that, would I have saved more lives than I did by fighting with him? "but Gotham... It's worn this poor little hero down." His thumb brushed against my cheek, a look of fake pity across his face.

"I'm not worn down." I denied the accusation, because regardless of how true it was, Gotham still needed me. I wasn't done yet no matter how much I wanted to be.

"Oh please," Exasperation laced his tone as he separated from me to pace the room. "you practically just tried to kill yourself and you're telling me that you've still got fight left in you?" He laughed. "Sick and twisted as you are, bats, I'm surprised you haven't joined me...." The mere idea of doing such unspeakable things. Such awful, egregious crimes against people with lives. Families. It made me sick to my stomach.

"I'm not like you!" I screamed, knowing I truly wasn't all that different from the man. I beat people to pulps— even if they were criminals, I was still beating them half to death. "I-I can't be like you," My voice quiet with the realization as it still settled with me. "Gotham needs me." I was telling myself more than him. Like a mantra I had to repeat just to remind myself why I was still trying.

"Gotham is never not going to need you. You're never going to clean this city up. Never going to be what fixes it." Tone raspy and low. He sounded like he was disappointed in me. Like there was something I was missing. "Think of crime like a cancer," He leaned his lower half on the desk behind him, hands stretched on either side of his body. "it's spread everywhere— stage four. You're nothing more than the chemo that slows the inevitable. You do nothing but state it." My chest hurt. The air that I breathed into my lungs felt like pure panic. As if fear was the only thing I could pump into my body.

This.... All of it. It would never end. And I was tired. Completely and utterly exhausted. I just didn't want to do it anymore. Not after everything I've lost. Everything this fucking city has forced me to sacrifice. By the end of my life it will have sucked everything from me. And I couldn't do it anymore. "Will they ever care?" I felt pitiful as I asked. Destroyed. "C-care about me? About what I do?" He walked up to me once more, kneeling down between my legs and looking up at me with his hands on my thighs. He seemed to feel sorry for me.

"No. They won't," His hands reached around the chair, and I could feel the gentle touch as he untied my wrists. "and I don't think you have enough fight left in you to try and prove me wrong." I didn't want to speak. I didn't want to speak or breathe or even attempt to choke back the lump in my throat out of fear that the tears I was holding back would fall. "Look," He sighed, still kneeling. "you've given them everything you are. You've let them take everything from you— let me take everything from you. Don't you think it's about time you start to take it back?" The tears fell. I couldn't stop them.

“How?”

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