#batman x afab reader
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hello! i saw you write for batman n wanted to request. i dont care what version of batman it is-but my idea is being bruce waynes boyfriend (ftm reader), n' hes just so stressed out from being batman and having to keep villains at bay. so reader is basically used as bruce's stress relief! for kinks maybe: size kink, praise or degradation im not picky, rough sex, overstimulating reader, and whatever else fits! thank you-!
TW: Batman ( 2022 ), v!sex, overstimulation, rough sex, face fuck, dom!bruce, mask kink, fingering, degradation, afab anatomy, praise, ftm reader, vulnerable!kink, size!kink, porn plot, hard smut.
A/N: My first Batman request omg, Thank you for asking, I've been wanting to write about this man for a long time, I put my favorite Batman ૮ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ᳝ ° ♡ ˙
It had been a month since your boyfriend had taken a break from his duty to fight crime in Gotham ── He was too tired, and the stress was noticeable in the way his jaw flexed harshly with each new call from a villain unleashed on the streets. You insisted many times that the batman just rest a little, but he always replied tensely: "it was his obligation."
But it was slowly killing him... And you needed to act soon before he had a nervous breakdown.
So when you saw your boyfriend walk through the door of Wayne Manor still dressed in his black night watchman's attire you greeted him completely naked making Bruce practically choke on his own saliva in surprise ── before any protest came from his lips you told him he could using you as an escape valve, a relief for everything that was accumulating inside him, you saw his blue eyes shine with practically every sweet and worried word that came out of your throat; a mix of love and animal dominance radiated from the man.
"Are you sure? When we started... We won't be able to stop until I speak." Bruce spoke calmly, his gloved hands were already running down and up your body, squeezing your bare ass as he grunted softly as he felt his cock stretch painfully in his pants ── a clear sign of raw need, and when the "yes" coming from you was heard The millionaire wasted no time in pinning you against his larger body and giving you a violent kiss, your tongues fought for control, radiating a heat that you both missed.
He soon broke the kiss when he saw you rubbing your pussy on his muscular thigh and leaving a wet trail on his battle suit.
"You want this... You like it, don't you?" He growls softly in his ear before applying enough pressure to your clit for you to scream in pleasure, he let go of that, forcing you to look at him while holding your face.
"Am I turning you on, little boy?" There was an undeniable hunger in Bruce's deep voice as he let go of your face and pulled you away from his thigh, he just lowered his pants enough for you to see his cock spring out already dripping precum from the pink tip.
"You're a shitty little whore, aren't you baby boy? How excited are you for this?" The batman growled softly, roughly pinning you to the nearest solid surface ── you were in a vulnerable position, your ass raised in the air as you felt his thick fingers grab a handful of your hair and his other hand came up against yours moisture opening your labia. He took off his leather glove while his bare fingers went down to your swollen and pulsating clit, watching you tremble and sputter with just his small touches.
"Calm down pretty boy, I've barely started and you're already falling apart? Such a dumb boy for a good dick, aren't you?" He mocked as he continued the rough administrations on your body ── he was treating you like a sex toy handling you like a rag doll easily and you loved every second of it, the taller man was animalistic as he made you submissive to him.
"What beautiful sounds you make, open your legs wider, little slut, come on."
He speaks sharply, grabbing your thighs, thrusting your hips even more towards him ── your breasts hurt against the cold wooden surface of the room but Wayne didn't care, not at that time, he just focused on making you sore enough.
He felt the stress go away every time you begged him to fuck you soon.
"Fuck- you look so hot like this..." Bruce stroked his own cock as he watched you drool and sob from being sore from all his stimulation. With a growl of need, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and pulled you up until your cunt lined up perfectly over his hard tip.
"You're going to take this like a big boy, aren't you?" You gasp as he slides inside you, ── His cock feels so good inside you like your body was custom made for him. He pushed into you, burying himself up to the hilt, causing you both to let out a collective moan.
You could look back and see your boyfriend's face covered by the mask──his lips open with each brutal thrust with the strength of his hips. The sound of wet flesh and lustful sounds filled the empty space of the mansion, you were a needy mess grinding against each other.
"Fuck yes- such a good boy taking my dick like a fucking champ. Holy fuck- Can you really handle me...You're so small and fragile, but you handle my dick so well- A dirty whore is what you are." He took every part of your pleasure and pain, setting an intense pace, he was fucking you like his life depended on it.
Every thrust was deliberate and possessive he was marking you as his with every movement. His hips moved forward with a dominant force, sinking deeper into your velvety heat ── but he wasn't going to cum inside you, not this time.
He came out of your hole in an erotic snap, slapping your ass hard. "On your knees boy, I'm going to cum on that pretty face of yours."
You obeyed quickly, ignoring your own needs to satisfy his desires ── your knees touched the cold floor as you looked up watching Bruce masturbate a few times and spill the hot, sticky liquid all over your face ── he let out a loud moan feeling the knees buckle as he saw you completely painted with his seed, an image he had forgotten what it was like to have, you on your knees facing him with your breasts bouncing with every breath your pussy throbbed from the denial of an orgasm and his thick cum ran down your pretty face.
It was like his personal paradise was finally at peace again; One of his hands went to your hair, giving small caresses to the top of your head.
"Good job baby boy. You really are a good boy to me."
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Stolas : There's one thing I've got to know. Why'd you stay with me all day? Risking your butt for someone who's never given you anything but trouble?
R/n: I know what it's like, y'know? Trying to rebuild a life.
[They hold up a bag, and gives Stolas a book he wanted to buy; but it was sold out, which led to them both getting in to so much trouble]
R/n: I've had a few bad days, myself.
[Ecstatically, Stolas takes the book and hugs it.]
Stolas: Nice ones like you shouldn't have bad days. *Bends down and kisses R/n on the forehead.*
R/n, touches their forehead and smiles:
[Stolas felt his heart skipped a beat his eyes widened. He tosses the book over his shoulder and picks a surprised R/n off the ground and gives them a big dang kiss in front of Blitzo and Octavia, who looked at each other incredulously shrugged then looked back at Stolas and R/n just as Stolas set the out breath human back on the ground.]
Stolas, blushing: Call me!~
R/n, smiles shyly as they walk away: Don't push your luck! *Notices Blitzo smirking* Whaddya looking at Blitz?
Blitzo: You realize this makes us proxy F*ck buddies now, right? Maybe next time we can have a threesome!
R/n, facepalming as they gets into his van: Agh....Doubt it.
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[R/n = Reader name.]
{Just to note Stolas is gay he loves the reader Platonically. (the reader is AFAB Nonbinary). the reason he kisses them was due to the overwhelming emotions of joy and gratitude brought on from being treated kindly and shown that someone genuinely cares about him and his interests.]
#S: batman the animated series#helluva boss incorrect quotes#helluva boss x reader#afab nb reader#human reader#Witch! reader#helluva stolas#blitzo x reader x stolas#stolas x blitz#stolas x reader#helluva blitzo#helluva octavia#helluva boss
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Love in the line of Fire- Roy Harper x fem reader
Summary ~ When you were trying to find Black Mask and to take him down you run into Jason Tod and Roy Harper and you hated every minute of seeing Roy again.
Warning ~ fighting, cussing angst and some fluff.
Pairing ~ Roy Harper x Fem reader
Trope ~ Enemies to lovers
This is not what you were thinking this was gonna be your night hunting down Black Mask Dropping through the window your boots silently hitting the floor of Black Mask house, Barbra was in your ear making sure you were okay during the mission, "I made it Babs " You said in a small whisper "Alright get in and out alright y/n" Nodding "I be out soon thanks Babs" You always knew she had your back when you were doing mission.
house was huge how did this psychopath who peeled faces off had the money, to have this house. Looking around the dark limp room were the stair case led down to the main room of the house you were being as quiet as you can when you heard the foot steps of the goons you looked around in panic trying to find a place to hide but there was no luck.
A hand bolted out from the shadow and you were dragged to one of the walls thrashing and kicking you were trying to make the person let go but there was no luck "I will murder you let me go" snapping at the mystery person why were they even helping.
Hearing the snicker from the guy who came into eye sight, his hair was messy and red under the baseball cap he always wore, and in his signature red cloths with his pack of Archers sitting on his back .
"What Made you think you can talk to me like that?" He cocked his head to the side. You saw Jason come out of the shadows he was wearing his helmet, and his guns were on his leg and in holders that were attached to his gear.
"Shut up" you snark at him and turned around the three of them were in the hallway away from the goons nodding and looking at Roy.
"Why are you two even here?" asking them and Roy spoke up He shrugged stepping with Jason a head of you "To take down Black Mask " he said avoiding your gaze
"You need to get out of here Darling" He said. Rolling your eyes you walked in front of Roy "No way in hell Harper " You said glaring daggers at the man. Roy Smile and he says "can you not just listen" the humor was gone from his tone smirking after lifting your chin in defiance "Wipe that smile of your face, and I may consider."
Jason looked at the two of them "You done" he asked his tone was cold but serious even if there was a sense of humor behind it without you two paying attention you both reply at the same time in a whisper tone but it was still loud, "No!" you two said anger was rising up.
"Who there" one of the goons spoke up you three were frozen like deer in head lights, eyeing the two men and there was no plan before you could go a head Jason took his gun out and did a clear head shot.
"Jay bird what the hell!" Roy said holding his bow out and one of the archer in the string. Laughing at his shock pulling out the pistol there were more goons coming outside of the room, from the corner of your eye you saw Black Mask fleeing from the hide out no way in Hell you were gonna let that happen.
"Y/n are you okay" Barbra said through your ear you stood up and aim your gun shooting one of the last goons who were not already on the ground with arrows and bullets. "I am okay" You said standing up but before you can say the last thing Barbra asked Roy grabbed your arm " What" he cut you off "Why did you not do what i say?" concern was over his face but he was masking it "Let's go Roy" You said trying to avoid what he said.
"We lost him" groaning you held your gun close to your self you saw Jason walking behind you and Roy the house was empty now after you three took all the goons, were dead on the floor.
Before any of you three could talk Black mask Gun rang out and you felt a bullet through your arm, "Harper " Mumbling out his name you fell agents the wall but through the blur of your eyes you saw Roy come over to hold you up "I got her, Jay" Roy said helping you up and all you remember was nothing beside Roy helping you up.
Waking up you try to move your body but wincing opening your eyes seeing Roy asleep right next to you in a chair he was slouched down with his baseball cap over his eyes.
"Harper" pushing his shoulder and leaned forward it was weird seeing him quiet and calm there relationship was not normal, He looked up at you and he smiled
"You okay?" he asked shaking your head and frowning "A bullet went through my skin not the best." joking he snicker you could tell that he was upset and worried about you
'"Just Stop" you said he looked at you puzzled he asked "stop what?" Roy said looking at you he could still tell how much of pain you were in "Stop being so nice.'' The room grew quiet has he looked down at you
"Scoot Over" He huffed a playful grin on his face wincing "Take it easy giant" mumbling has he laid on the bed his bed hair was poking out it was kind of cute.
His arm went over and laid on your shoulder, bringing back the old memories before everything went south sighing out loud, you didn't want to be comfortable her body was still in pain and on alert so she relaxed anyway Frowning and looking up at him his face was at peace, his eyes closed.
"One more huge before you fall asleep" talking was making you more drained You did not hear anything beside his arms wrap around your body his head laid in the crook of your neck, and for now whatever dislike or annoyance you had for each other it was gone.
"Good night y/n" he says his lips resting on your neck feeling them move has he talked resting your eyes before sleep took over saying "Goodnight Harper."
#dc comics x reader#roy harper x reader#dc outlaws#red arrow#green arrow#red hood#dc comics#enemies to lovers#writing tropes#roy harper imagine#gotham rogues#black mask#female reader#afab reader#batman#batfamily#roy harper dc#arrowfam
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Kinktober Day 17 (Darknight Diluc x Reader)
"All he can think is that with him, you wouldn't need such an escape. He would help you throw the material into the hearth and satisfy your needs himself. "
NSFW
[Warnings: afab reader, nonconsensual (?) voyeurism, unhealthy obsession]
Art credit: @CGcrescent on twitter
Hot breath fans the frosted window pane. Leather clad fingertips swipe the occlusion away, eager to peek at the world behind the glass. Glowing candlelight light of a warm and lovely home threatens to illuminate his position to the rest of the city. And so, he kneels at the portal like a common criminal.
You're lovely. Desperately, breathtakingly lovely. It makes Diluc's heart ache just imagining a future where your skin is flush with his own, where he can shower you with adoration as you deserve it. Your beaming eyes locked to his own, palms at your waist as he lifts you to the sun and then-
A red petal catches his eye. One small, ruby Windwheel Aster grown outside the winery. Diluc grips the base of the windowsill in elation as he realizes that not only had you kept his gift, but you potted it in delicate glass. The fact that he had it sent anonymously mattered little. Oh, something his lips had touched was in your home, held in your beautiful hands.
He'll see to it you receive a thousand more. Somehow his feelings will be conveyed on the elegant stems and you'll see, you'll truly see, how it feels to be utterly adored. It would be an effortless decision to walk away from your betrothed, a pitiful man that spends more time digging in the snow at Dragonspine than he does basking in your presence.
Like clockwork, you finish preparing for bed and bend over to tug at a drawer in your nightstand. A bit of shuffling reveals the drawer's secret compartment, one where you stash several small, handmade books. Diluc watches your pretty features furrow as you consider your entertainment for the night. All he can think is that with him, you wouldn't need such an escape. He would help you throw the material into the hearth and satisfy your needs himself.
The anticipation is always the hardest part. Watching you climb on top of your linen sheets and settle against the array of pillows, toes curling in excitement leaves time for Diluc to reflect on his actions. Not even your fiancée has seen you in your nightgown, feet bared, swell of your calves exposed to the night air. Yet, he has seen it all. Mondstadt's hero, a shameless pervert.
As soon as your fingers find the edge of your nightgown, those thoughts are crushed to dust. Of course he should be the one to see you, all of you. Who else is privy to such a show than the one who loves you most?
Diluc feels his body stir in response, as inch after inch of flesh is revealed to him. No matter how many times he sees it, it's as if it is the first. You lean back and spread your legs, glistening fruit ripe and bared for taking. How delicious it would be, tongue swirling in the sweet juice of your sex, how gorgeous he could make you sound around him.
Diluc's trousers tighten as the tip of your middle finger traces along slick folds, teasing the nub of flesh that always has you trembling with need. He would tease you, if that's what you want. He would drag slow circles along your most sensitive parts for hours if you would only be his.
You sigh, reading your undoubtedly lascivious tales and dipping a single digit into your wet heat as you do so. Diluc makes quick work of the flap on his pants and takes hold of his own leaking member. He presses his thumb lightly against his slit, as lightly as you touched your own hole. This way, your finger's movements become his own and he can drown in the fantasy your body is his to take.
As you press deeper, he gently squeezes his ring finger and thumb over his cock as if it is your tight little opening he penetrates. He swallows a moan as you explore yourself further, allowing him to imagine thrusting between your walls. Celestia. Archons, Celestia would be nothing compared to how your insides would feel. Diluc can barely breathe the idea fills him with such ecstasy. His hips shudder as he thrusts a little farther, loses his composure in the delusion of it all.
By the time you insert a third finger inside of yourself, book dropped to the side completely, hand rubbing desperately at your clothed nipples, Diluc is reduced to a shuddering mess. His gleaming red eyes stay focused on your writhing body beneath his mask, refusing to miss a second of your euphoria. His hips jolt, messily thrusting forward as he tightens his hands around his cock and milks it with his own fluid. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders if he can find get his hands on those little books of yours. He would study them like ancient tomes.
You're approaching climax, Diluc knows. He's seen the utter beauty of your orgasm more times than he can count. Your chest heaves, your wrist snaps against your pelvis as you press forward, gyrating your hips against your soaking digits. Though the glass between you is thick, he can hear the volume of your sweet moans, your wanton begging for release. He can give it to you, he will give it to you. Someday, when you realize the folly of your decisions Diluc will welcome you with open arms and bring you to the highest peaks of bliss. The stars themselves will alight at your coupling.
To Diluc's dismay, he falls over the edge before you do. He groans a little more loudly than he would have liked as he comes undone, creamy fluid coating his fingers and cobbled stone of your patio. He rests his forehead against the cold glass, chest heaving as he watches your sweaty form buck and writhe. You're so close, he knows it, and he wishes endlessly to be buried in your heat alongside you.
As he suspected, climax overtakes you. It ripples across your muscles and spreads across your features in the most entrancing way. What he doesn't expect, and what drops his heart straight through to his stomach, are the words that form on your lips as you seize.
"Darknight...Hero..."
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#diluc#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x reader#darknight hero x reader#x reader#drabbles#kinktober#kinktober 2022#tw: voyeurism#tw: peeping#I love making diluc suffer#batman lookin ass#afab reader#genshin impact#minors dni#tw: obsession
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{Zero awkwardly watches Belial and R/n have a moment.]
Belial, to R/n: The darkness and pain of my past life, it's still there. But with you? It seems...smaller. And there's a new feeling now.
R/n: Which would be?...
Belial: It's a... a lightness. A sense that things will work out for the best.
Zero, interrupting: It's called happiness.
Belial, Angry and defensive: Whatever it is, I LIKE it!
#S: Batman the animated series#ultraman incorrect quotes#tokusatsu incorrect quotes#ultraman#tokusatsu#spark doll au#ultraman belial#ultraman belial x reader#afab reader#ultraman zero#alien x human
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west of wabash (chapter two of sweet home chicago)
jason todd x reader
rating: 18+
warnings: jason has feelings?, fluff, masturbation
summary: jason and y/n meet for their first date. that night makes for many firsts.
chapter one here
News broke to Gotham sooner than Jason returned to the shared suite. By the time he stepped off from the elevator, he was pestered by none other than Stephanie Brown.
“Soooooo,” she sang, bubbly with each letter, “Tim told me you met someone.” He briefly hung up, following the action with a text.
Next, Duke, with a subtle message, ‘Go get em, Jay. ps, bring home Garrett's’
As Jason reentered the suite, he was greeted by Dick. “Hey Jason.”
“Dick?”
Sighing, Dick sat up on the armchair. “I understand you might be upset. I already sent a message telling everyone that your matters are private, and I had a talk with Tim.”
Jason's shoulders relaxed, the tension falling from them like an avalanche. “That's…thanks, Dick, ‘cause I keep getting messages and-”
“Man of the hour!” Tim erupted, thumbs up and smile wide as he entered the living room. “So you excited for tonight? Need help picking out an outfit?”
And again, a blizzard of irritation plummeted Jason, tone shifting quicker than Tim acknowledged. “I'll be fine. Just…leave me alone till after, got it? Not in the mood for your cupid bullshit, Timmy.”
Tim hid his hands in his hoodie center pocket as Jason locked himself into the bathroom, waiting until the shower started before speaking with Dick. “Why is he so upset about it? I've never seen a guy so angry about a date that he wants to go on.”
“You know, Tim-” Dick began in a paternal tone, causing a Tim to grumble in boredom, “-I already told you to be sensitive to Jason. Even before the fallout with Artemis, he's cautious, and we have to respect that.”
Through the hand painted door, Jason could overhear their conversation. The bathroom air was cloudy with steam, and condensation formed on Jason's phone screen as he held it with a half-finished, unsent message.
Stripping himself of his boxers, he set the phone down on the sink counter and stepped into the shower; he picked up a small bar of soap and rubbed it in his hands to make suds before he spread them along his chest and torso; loosening the product from the bottom of the conditioner bottle, Jason popped it open and squeezed some onto his palm, which he promptly lathered into his salt and pepper hair.
As he rinsed his hair, eyes closed, he recalled the way y/n's body looked in their uniform, leggings accentuating their wide hips, and their legs. Jason felt the warm rush of blood fall to his center, and he found himself wrapping his hand around his need, searching for something unfound in the godless city.
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Combing his hair with his fingers to finish the entourage, Jason managed to dress appropriately (thanks to his conscientious older brother) for the date. He stepped back and glared at himself in the mirror, surprised at his resourcefulness on short notice. Before thinking, he called the number y/n left on the tab receipt, regretting his action but committing to it.
An answer. “Hello?”
“Uh,” Jason cleared his throat nervously, “hi, this is Jason, from the restaurant?”
“Oh yeah, Jason” y/n's voice was sultry as they repeated his name, “good to hear your voice again. What do you need?”
Jason cupped the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you'd like to grab a bite to eat tonight?”
“Hmm, that depends. What are you thinking?”
Pausing to think, he took a moment for himself. “Nothing like a nightclub or anywhere crowded. Did you maybe wanna get some dessert?”
Brief silence from the other end, before, “I know this might be touristy, but what about Molly's cupcakes in Wrigleyville?”
“Sure.” Jason was indifferent to cupcakes. He didn’t hate them - after all, food is food - but it was a new venture. “I'll see you there around 6?”
“Can't wait, Jason.” they saluted before hanging up.
Jason searched on his phone's GPS for the location. “So…right there? On Clark?” he used two fingers to zoom in on the street, inspecting the nearest intersections as he opened the bathroom door. “So, uh, Dick?”
He looked up from his screen to an empty room, and looked around before returning his eyes to the screen. Dick responded from the other room, “Yeah?”
“I'll be back in a few hours.” Jason stifled a grin as he plopped onto the sleeper couch, skimming through the menu of delectable treats.
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Shutting the taxi door behind him, Jason looked at the storefront, the letters spelled out in blue cursive. He stood in front of it for a couple of minutes, casually making eyes with the cupcakes on display, taunting him for every last bit of self control he had left. It didn't help that the restaurant next door, which served Hawaiian-inspired cuisine, emitted aromas of cooked spam and pineapple. Surely, if y/n stood him up, he would take himself on a date for dinner and dessert.
A voice behind him snapped his attention away from his hunger. “I love this place.” Jason turned around to y/n, who was grinning at the eatery. They wore a rust-colored sweater dress with grey leggings underneath, and thick heels. Their curly hair was broader than he had seen at La Bomba earlier, and Jason was unsure of what he preferred. “Gonna take a picture, or show a handsome person to a good time?” they teased, wrinkling their nose at Jason.
“O-oh yeah, sorry, my bad.” he stuttered before rushing to the door, opening it for y/n. They stepped in, but not before giving Jason a bright smile and a flirtatious squeeze of his bicep. Jason stole a glimpse of y/n's ass as they passed, and watched as their hips dipped, on one side then another, as they stepped.
When Jason entered, he greeted by the smell of sugar and citrus, his mouth watering in anticipation. The interior was, in a word, homely: there were simple metal chairs and tables along the sides, leaving the center walkway to be clear for the (several) patrons placing their orders. the counters themselves presented a multitude of cupcakes with hand drawn pictures accompanying flavors, including a few marked Literary Cupcakes with flavors inspired by Willy Wonka (chocolate ganache with a gum center), Matilda (red velvet and blueberry), and Little Women (earl grey with a blueberry and lavender buttercream frosting).
Before Jason could process it all, he and y/n were at the counter, with y/n placing their order. “...and could I have a cookie monster cupcake as well?”
“Sure thing!” the attendant responded enthusiastically. “And anything else?”
Jason blurted, looking frantically. “Could I have a key lime cupcake, and a uh…” he quickly decided on snagging one for each of his brothers. “white chocolate raspberry, carrot cake, s'more, and peanut butter cupcakes?”
The clerk quickly seized the flavors from the array, packing them up in a couple of plastic trays. She rung up the total, and Jason presented the clerk with a wrinkled bill. “Sorry about that, must've gone through the wash. You can keep the change.” he nodded, retrieving the delicacies and walking with y/n outside of the shop, where they both took a breath of fresh air.
“This your first time here?” they glanced at the tower of cupcakes in plastic packaging, then at Jason, who nodded. “They're good, though, I'll give you that.”
They snapped open the top packaging and opened the lid, picking up their cookie monster cupcake and taking a bite out of the side, the blue frosting leaning over slightly.
Jason followed suit, picking the peanut butter cupcake and shoving half of it into his mouth awkwardly. “Hnn-so g-rr-d.” he garbled with his mouth full, briefly forgetting that he was on a date. He instantly attempted to swallow the remaining part in his mouth, but began choking on a piece, coughing.
Y/n continued eating and watched in mixed emotion, giggling, which increased into laughter. “Dios, Jason, esperate, okay? Oh my god, you have to take your time.”
Face beet red from coughing and embarrassment, Jason concurred. “I'm not always like this, I just get really excited by food.” he made sure to take smaller bites of what used to be a cupcake.
“I've never seen someone that excited, and my parents used to have a dog that ate my ex's carne asada while she was taking a piss.”
The anecdote caught Jason off-guard, triggering another bout of laughter-slash-coughing.
“Here, let's sit down before we die, okay?” Y/n offered, pointing out a free bench they walked to. Once seated, y/n turned to Jason. “I don't usually do this, taking a stranger out on a date,” they grinned sheepishly, “but you looked super cute trying to decide what food you eat. What do you do, Jason? What are your interests?”
Jason wiped his hands together, cleaning the remnants of food left. “I uh, I come from Gotham, travel for work.” He was used to dropping this line at Bruce's galas, but felt guilty lying to y/n for some reason.
“Oh, so this is business?”
“No, actually, my brothers tricked me into a vacation.” Jason squinted, unsure if he should have admitted the fact to y/n. “They told me I work too much.”
Y/n nodded, and Jason felt their eyes on his physique. “I'm sure with a body and appetite like yours, you must work hard. What do you do exactly? Oh!” they exclaimed, curls bouncing. “How about you let me guess?” Jason shrugged. “Uh… firefighter, with those big arms?” they touched Jason's bicep again, this time with a tighter grip.
“Not sure if they travel.” Jason quipped.
“True.” Y/n's eyes moved to Jason's torso, then legs. “Personal trainer? Bodybuilder, if that even is a job?”
Jason chuckled. “Pretty sure I don't have a body of a bodybuilder, as much as I am flattered.”
“Oh, what, are you like, part of the Justice League or something? Wait - isn't Batman from Gotham?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, he is.”
“Maybe you're a hunky lawyer. I had a friend from El Paso who went to Gotham Law. Pretty solid school, but the crime rate is through the roof.” they commented.
“How about I just say that one of your selections was close to true and we call it even.” Jason quickly switched subjects. “How long have you been working at La Bomba?”
Y/n sat back on the bench, blowing raspberries while thinking. “Since I was 18? I thought I could do part time while in college, but I ended up dropping out. Go figure.”
The information piqued Jason's interest. “Oh, like Columbia? Or DePaul?”
Y/n shook her head. “Loyola. Pre-med.” they sharply inhaled, nostrils flared. “Turns out they can withdraw a grant and scholarships without notice or remorse. Sophomore year, I got an email, and poof - gone.” they spoke disheartenedly. “It was either I took out more loans, or I drop out.”
Jason shook his head slowly, scooting closer to y/n as he listened. “Colleges are criminal institutions masked as community offering, only utilizing their ever-growing power to further divide the line between the affluent and fortunate and people like you and me.” the words left his mouth without him noticing. “The average tuition has doubled since the 1980s, and acceptance rates for even state universities have declined to keep up with the luxurious for-profit institutions relishing in their swindling of students’ financial and mental security for the sake of upholding mostly racist and bigoted traditions since the birth of our country. It puts smart women like you in a position where, ultimately, you will lose, no matter the choice you make.”
Y/n blinked, intaking the information. “So many things I have to say to that, but first…” they began, “I identify as agender, not a woman or man. I know I present as feminine, but I just… don't believe that necessarily defines me.” Jason quickly apologized. “You didn't know. But… you're white and, from the clothes you're wearing, rich. How would you know about what we go through?”
“I don't know much, but I used to live on the streets. Complicated story. I was adopted by a rich guy, and even though I now dress like a rich guy, I still have those mannerisms. Some of the things that happened to me growing up, that I had zero control over, follow me even now.
“It's not something I wear on my forehead because I do have privilege. I get to spit on cops without getting killed. But I do know what it's like making those decisions because there's no trust fund that daddy set up.”
Y/n closed the gap between their legs and Jason's, their knees touching. “I'm sorry for assuming.” They said. “Do you maybe want to come over my place to continue this? Assuming that you're probably at a hotel.”
Jason's eyes met y/n's, and he felt the strange feeling he felt at La Bomba. He wanted to lean in, as if a voice in his head was urging him to kiss y/n, find out if their lips were as soft as they appeared.
Instead, he replied, “You lead the way.”
#mine#my post#jason todd#robin#batfamily#red hood#dc#dcu#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#batman#chicago#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x afab reader
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© SILENT DECAY.
Synopsis: When helping someone only takes away your spirit. It was for good cause though, right?
Pairing: Young Bruce Wayne x f!reader
Warnings: talks of depression, depictions of suicide, talks of physical abuse, talks of death. Please note that the characters in this story are not depicted as so in their canon shows as they are in this story, it is only for the plot.
Authors note. This is not AU where Bruce has parents guys..
In the dimly lit corners of despair, YN found herself ensnared in a relentless void of hopelessness and lovelessness. Each day weighed heavy on her soul, rendering her existence meaningless, a mere shadow in a world bathed in shades of gray. She longed for an escape from the relentless anguish that had become her constant companion.
One fateful day, as she teetered on the precipice of despair, she crossed paths with a boy named Bruce. He bore the weight of the world upon his shoulders, his eyes a mirror reflecting the torment within. Though their paths converged through the cruel hand of fate, they were both shrouded in a shared darkness, a silent symphony of pain.
Bruce, though shackled by his own demons, recognized the despair etched into YN's every glance. In her, he saw a glimmer of hope, a chance at redemption. With a kindness born of empathy, he extended his hand, vowing to be her beacon in the endless night.
Days turned into weeks, and YN began to feel a subtle shift within her soul. Bruce's words, though heavy with his own pain, carried the power to kindle a flicker of purpose within her. She didn't realize that as her world grew brighter, his was descending further into darkness.
Behind closed doors, Bruce bore the scars of familial abuse, the cruel lashes of a life that had pushed him to the edge. His siblings, innocent and vulnerable, were trapped in the same nightmarish cycle. He fought a silent battle to protect them, but the relentless onslaught of pain eroded his spirit.
As YN's face slowly regained its lost radiance, she failed to notice the fading light in Bruce's eyes. He began to withdraw, his laughter an echo of the past. She clung to the hope he had ignited within her, unaware of the toll it was taking on him.
One cold morning, she arrived at school, her heart heavy with an unexplainable dread. Bruce's absence was conspicuous, and a gnawing worry gnashed at her soul. Brushing it off as illness, she held onto the fragile threads of optimism.
Weeks passed, and Bruce remained conspicuously absent. It was a day shrouded in ominous silence when the dreaded announcement reverberated through the school halls. Bruce had been pronounced dead the previous night, his life extinguished in a battle for survival against the relentless darkness that had consumed him.
YN's world crumbled around her. Despair clawed at her heart, and the urge to follow in Bruce's footsteps weighed heavy on her mind. Yet, in the depth of her despair, she remembered his words, the unwavering support he had offered, and the flicker of hope he had ignited within her.
She chose to honor his memory in the most poignant way possible. Every day, she visited his grave, a testament to the bond they had shared, and the pain they had endured. Through the years, she pursued a path as a therapist, dedicating her life to helping others who, like her and Bruce, had danced with the shadows of depression.
In every life she touched, in every fragile soul she mended, the memory of Bruce lived on. Their shared journey, a tale of two lost souls bound by fate and tragedy, found meaning and purpose in the darkness they had once known.
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#bruce wayne#batman#dc comics#dc universe#x reader#x yn#yn#x black reader#x afab reader#x female reader#x female y/n
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i think fanfic writers should understand the difference between AFAB and woman
if u tag it as "afab" im gonna assume the reader has a vag and thats all. Specify the pronouns please. Not everyone who is afab is a girl guys. If ur gonna use she/her for the reader just say female reader or "reader is a girl" (also not every girl is afab⭐⭐)
#fanfic#the batman 2022#danonation#slashers#slasher fanart#the riddler x reader#x reader#afab reader#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#ao3 tags#ao3 works#archive of our own
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HEYY!! What about Jaybird with an s/o whos also a vigilante and she’s like super serious and quiet, Her outfit for fighting is like super duper revealing aswell so add nsfw :3
(If ur comfortable with it!!)
It's The Suit
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~ Jason Todd x Fem!AFAB!Reader
~ Explicit Smut
~ Reader is mentioned to have "plush thighs", but appearance is otherwise not described.
~ Wc: 2.4K
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C/W: Smut, Pet names (Angel, Doll, Slut, Baby, Princess) Mdom, Groping, Light Choking, Spit, Creampie, Cunnilingus/Analingus (Jason eats it from the back) Use of the terms "cunt", "mound", "tits", "slutty", "pussy", Pussy Smacking, Public Sex, Begging, Pussyjob
There's just something about that suit . . .
"You know, you are technically on my turf." His voice is crisp in your ear. It seems he only ever puts what Batman taught him to use when he wants to mess with you. "If you were anyone else I'd have dropped you off Gotham Bridge by now."
"How sweet . . ." You respond in a monotone voice. You're laid on your stomach, perched on top of a building with a set of binoculars in front of your face. You're more focused on the perp you've been trailing all week than your . . . boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Guy you sometimes go out to eat with, and have sex with regularly? Doesn't matter, you're doing your best not to pay any attention to him.
"Are you sure you're not cold in that thing?"
You wish he would do the same. He knows how much comments about your costume bother you, but he can't help it! It's just a little thing, barely big enough to hide, well, anything really. He can't tell you how many times he's seen it ride up between your cheeks, or be so taut against your body that he can see your nipples poking through on extra cold nights. Not to mention the cutouts on your sides and chest.
If it was made out of any other material you could probably wear it to a club and leave with a couple hundreds stuffed in it.
He's already reaching for your body before he even realizes it. It's too late to stop now, his hands are already stroking their way up from your calves. It's frankly beyond him at this point. "It's just so . . . tiny."
"Everyone always says that." You squirm, your leg subconsciously kicking up when he brushes over that sensitive spot on the back of your knee. "Black Canary basically wears the same thing, and no one ever says anything about her suit." You mumble, still not turning to face him. Jason can't help but be amused by your response. "No, she doesn't, and yes, they do." He presses his thumb into your skin, massaging the tense muscles beneath his gloved fingertips.
"Jay, I-I have to fo-" "Shhh, I know, I know," You try to push his hands back, your skin becoming more and more sensitive the higher he gets. It doesn't help that he's applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Just . . . focus baby, alright? Focus for me." It's hard to do what he says when he's slipped off his helmet and is now pressing feathery kisses to your exposed skin.
Still though, you try, pulling the now discarded binoculars back to your face and hoping he decides to cease his ministrations. Unfortunately for you, he's got no plans to stop any time soon. "What's he doing, baby?" His hands inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, his hands squeezing and tugging at the fat of your upper thighs. "Tell me." He says sternly.
Your hands clench around the binoculars. You have to take a few breaths to calm yourself enough to answer him. "He-he's ah-" His thumbs are working their way under your suit, teasingly stroking your lips. "He's leaving n-now, probably headed-Jason!" He laughs again, he knows he's been pushing it. "What, doll? What's wrong?" He says, as if he didn't just have his face between your thighs, his lips gently kissing your pussy through your suit.
"I told you to focus," He says with a smirk, his hips almost grinding into the concrete below him. "Don't you worry 'bout what I'm doing, yeah?" He only continues, two of his fingers brushing against your mound as he plays with the band of your suit, tugging it away from your heat so he can get better access. Try as you might, he pokes at your folds with his tongue, the wet muscle barely dancing against your lips.
You can't stop your hips from swaying back to meet his face, begging for him to use more pressure. The tips of Jason's ears burn at your tiny gasps, the cute little noises only encouraging him to try and make you louder. His hand, the one not tugging at your suit, begins its attack on your ass, grabbing and squeezing your soft, doughy flesh. By now you've completely lost sight of the guy you were trailing, your hips chasing his face.
You moan his name, the binoculars once again thrown to the side, as you rise to your knees, your chest still parallel to the concrete roof beneath you. "Ohh, that's it angel," Jason finally stops toying with the stretchy fabric of your suit, pulling it to the side of your ass so he can finally see all of you. "Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against your folds, before licking a stripe all the way up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue.
He shallowly wriggles his tongue inside, just deep enough for you to reach back and push at his head with a whine. He laughs, lightly smacking your ass before kissing the puckered hole, and lowering his head back down to your pussy. "Alright doll, I get it, I get it." He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips, putting your dripping cunt for him.
He kisses you there too, before winding back and spitting a fat (unnecessary) glob of spit directly onto your clit. He works too well, sucking and licking exactly when and where you need him to, his pace slowly speeding up. The way he moans into you, it's as if it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. And it must be, the way his cock is straining against his zipper like this. God, you've got no idea what you do to him, especially in that tiny, slutty little suit of yours.
And dear God, he starts using his fingers, and your vision blurs and your back arches even deeper. Your chest heaves as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling against your g spot everytime, all while his tongue still swirls against your clit, flicking and circling the perky nub. Your hand finds its way into his hair, your fingers curling around the inky locks as he drinks up your juices. Jason groans at the feeling of your slick practically pouring down his chin.
It's a wonder how he's even able to breathe, his face so deep between your plush thighs. Not like he cares, though, if he could choose a way to go out again, it'd be with his face buried deep in your cunt. He's in heaven, he swears it. He can hear the sound of those pearly gates opening, though that might just be the sound of your sweet, sweet broken moans. That, combined with a lack of oxygen. Besides that, you can't tell him he's not eating out an angel right now.
Eventually though, he rips himself away, loudly sucking air into his lungs so he doesn't actually go to heaven. He curses his body for needing air to breathe. Maybe he can use "increasing his lung capacity" as an excuse to eat you out later, not now though. Right now, his cock is so painfully hard from being neglected, he's struggling to form proper thoughts.
"You ready for me, doll? S' this slutty pussy ready to take me?" He asks, ripping off his belt and shoving his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. With the amount of spit and slick dripping down your thighs, it's a stupid question, but he absolutely refuses to fuck you unless you say you're ready for him. Part of you thinks its a consent thing, which is great, more guys should be like that, but part of you knows it's because he wants to hear you, little Ms. Stoic, begging for his cock.
You're on the verge of tears, your eyes completely unfocused at the feeling of his fat tip smacking against your weeping cunt. "Jay," You moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay . . ." He shakes his head. He's losing his mind, but the small bit he's still clinging onto won't let you get away with that, he's gotta make you beg for him. "C'mon, slut, I know you can do much better 'n that." He ruts against your cunt, his cock hard and red from waiting.
He smacks your ass again, hypnotized by the way it jiggles beneath his palm. Precum oozes deliciously from his tip, adding even more lubrication to your already soaked hole. He could cum just from the sight of your pretty lips glistening under the moon light and street lamps. He's so close to just giving in and making both of you feel good, when he hears your voice breaking through his clouded thoughts.
He feels like he's got water in his head, though your little "Please uck me Jay, need your cock," is loud and clear. Without further stalling, he lines his aching tip up with your hole, awestruck at the way it clenches around nothing, before he finally sinks in, after what felt like hours and hours of foreplay. You almost collapse, the only thing preventing your hips from dropping to the side is Jason's firm grasp on your suit, using the cutouts on your side as leverage to pull you back against him.
Even through all the wetness, he stretches you out, his cock filling you up so perfectly it makes your eyes roll back into your skull. Jason's head lolls back, a deep groan escaping the bottom of his chest at the feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping his cock. "Fuckin' perfect," He doesn't waste any time, his hips slowly moving to drag his cock back and forth inside you, his tip catching along your walls.
He's mindlessly babbling at this point, cooing about how good you feel, about how you were made for his cock, his hands white-knuckle gripping your suit. He speeds up, his cock tapping against your cervix in a way that has your stomach doing flips. "Faster Jay! Please, please please!" You pant, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as your hips chase after his.
How could he deny you when your voice is like honey in his ears, and your skin feels like silk. He feels his balls tighten at your moans, his body physically reacting to your sobs, your pleads. You've got no idea what it does to his ego, to hear his favorite, icy, little princess crying for his cock. Or at least, what it would do for his ego if he wasn't solely focused on cramming every inch of his cock deep inside your tight heat.
He thrusts faster, his tip smacking rhythmically against your cervix at a bruising pace. "So fuckin' messy, this pretty pussy's so fuckin' messy," He huffs, his chest tightening with every stroke as he feels your gummy walls closing around him tightly. Without even thinking about it, he reaches down and frantically rubs at your clit, already sensitive from his mouth. "Shit, baby, ya' close?" He pulls out without warning, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your knees up to your chest, before sinking back inside you.
"Can feel ya, ngh, feel so fuckin' good." He ends each sentence with his cock. He holds your legs down with his broad shoulders, his chest pressed against yours. One hand reaches back down to rub at your clit again, his ears ringing with delight at your moans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," He huffs against your ear. "So close baby, so close." He nips and licks at your neck, his teeth occasionally tugging at your earlobe as his orgasm looms closer and closer.
Your tears run down either side of your pretty face, your skin so hot you're almost steaming in the cool Gotham air. You're just as gone as he is, if not more, your arms limply draped across your face as you mindlessly take all the pleasure he gives you. "Want-want it, Jay," You coo in his ear, or at least you think you do, your mouth is open but you can't tell if any words are actually coming out.
"Cum for me baby, let it out, need you to cum." He's begging you, his fingers losing any type of rhythm and structure, his hand grinding down desperately against your poor, tired nub. Is he crying? He feels something wet on his face, but he can't tell if it's from you or him. You aren't too far from him, lightheaded from the force of your legs pressed to up your neck.
You just need a little more, just a little more, you can feel it. You're right there, right there, right there! Are you yelling? Whatever. Your orgasm hits you so fast and so hard you're pretty sure you black out for a second. You feel like you're on a boat, the warm sun shining brightly on your skin, your body gently rocking along the tide. The waves speed up, but you're mostly numb by now, the heavy crashing barely disturbing your peaceful state of mind. The only reason you're brough out of your delusions is because you can feel something against your lips.
Your vision clears, though it's still a bit hazy. Jason's still on top of you, his eyes nearly cross as he peppers sloppy, wet kisses along your face, not even conscious enough to aim for your mouth as he begs you to cum, not realizing you already have. He's so used to making you cum first that his body won't even let him cum until he knows you have. That, of course, doesn't do him much good when he's not cognizant.
Realizing as much, you use the small amount of strength you have left in your face to hold his face still, pulling him close enough to press your lips to his. He thrust a few more times, before his hips still inside you, his thick, warm seed spilling out and staining both of your clothing with white. Sweat drips down his forehead, soaking his hair and tantalizingly trickling down his neck. He leans back, allowing your legs, which are completely useless by now, to slip off his shoulders, before he finally collapses on top of you.
You cradle his head in the crook of your neck, silently brushing the hair along his neck with your fingers, as you both rest in one anothers embrace. When your brain starts working again you'll chew him out for ruining your stakeout. For now, you'll settle with a raspy sigh. "You always do this." You sound more annoyed than you are.
He shrugs, dead serious with his response, his head still resting on your shoulder. "It's the suit, not my fault."
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Sweeten the Deal
Kinktober Day 4- Femdom
warnings: batgirl!reader, afab!reader, bondage, canon typical violence, implied batman x reader, degradation, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, unprotected sex, fade to black sex scene, 18+ minors dni
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when you take the bag off of crane’s head, he is already conscious. he grins, though it’s lazy and dazed with his eyes unfocused.
“batgirl,” he drawls in that sickly sweet voice of his.
“crane,” you reply bitterly.
you had chased him down the streets of gotham in the rain. he had gotten some hits in, but your injuries were nothing compared to the uncomfortable squelching in your suit. when you finally caught up with him, you hit him in the back of the head with a rusty pipe and he was out. it’s not your most tactful capture, but it worked.
“i have to say, i’m a little offended they sent you after me instead of daddy. i guess i’m not as big of a bad guy as i used to be,” he smirks.
it’s a dig at your power, strength, and a slightly misogynistic one at that. you narrow your eyes at him. he can talk all the shit he wants, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s bound to a chair bolted to the floor.
crane looks around the warehouse he’s being held in, taking in the sight of the tall ceiling, dim lighting, and seeming lack of exit.
"this doesn't seem like the interrogation room they usually take me to," he notes.
you roll your eyes. "No, it isn't."
"have you bat-people finally taken over and judge and jury now, too?" crane looks far too smug for someone who is ultimately at your mercy.
"this isn't your typical trial, crane." you step closer to him. "you have information i need, so in return for your cooperation, i won't turn you in to the police."
crane leans his head back as much as he can due to the high back of his chair and raises his eyebrows at you. "you think you're doing me a favor by not turning me in? you turn me in and i'll just escape again, just like i did the last time, and the time before that. seems like those arkham employees really don't have their heads on straight," he smirks.
you pause for a moment, trying to think of a rebuttal. sure, crane has a phd, but you didn't think he'd be able to figure you out so quickly.
"how about we made a deal, then, crane?"
he looks at you with an unimpressed stare. "what, i tell you what you want to know and you stop torturing me?" he adjusts in his seat. "no offense, but a little girl in a costume doesn't really scare me." before you can respond, he's talking again. "besides, there is nothing you can do to me that i haven't already done to myself."
after that, he grins. it's unsettling, maniacal, and it reminds you that you're not just dealing with a guy who wears a costume and runs around the city. this guy is fucking crazy.
you exhale through your nose, resolving yourself to using a different interrogation method. you're not proud of it, but like crane said, there isn't any way to hurt or scare him. he already thinks you're only good for using your feminine wiles to distract enemies. what do you have to lose by confirming his suspicions?
"no, i'm not going to hurt you."
"oh, good. i have to say, i was getting pretty tired of batman breaking my ribs."
"i have something to offer you at batman can't," you say. you walk right up to his chair, almost standing between his bound legs. "sex appeal."
crane laughs, and the sound makes you feel slimy. "you must be one of those blind bats, or maybe batman really is your father." you furrow your brows behind your mask.
"but i can offer you something much more comfortable than what he would."
crane looks your body up and down, not trying to hide ogling in the slightest. "i see... so why don't you get on with it and take off that ridiculous suit."
"that's not how this works. you talk first," you say.
"how do i know you're not going to take my information and leave me here?"
you slip your leg over his hip and hold onto the back of the chair, lowering yourself onto his lap. he raises his eyebrows, looking up at you with a slight smirk on his lips.
"how about i give you some, you give me some?" he asks.
"fine. you go first," you say, not bothering to hide the annoyance from your voice. "tell me what you know."
"i know a lot of things. i'm a doctor, after all. i doubt most of it would be of any interest to you, though."
you sigh heavily. "tell me what you know about the drug supplier for arkham."
"hm, i'm not sure that rings a bell," he looks up at you with a devilish look in his eyes. you clench your jaw as you reach towards the base of your throat to grasp at the zipper to your suit. you drag it down slightly, revealing some of your cleavage.
"don't play dumb with me, crane."
"i have no idea what you're talking about."
"the original drug supplier for the asylum got bought out by some no-name company with no public records or anything."
"and why do you think this has something to do with me?"
you narrow your eyes. "because a week before the merger, the old ceo checked into arkham after a psychotic break. that has scarecrow written all over it."
crane chuckles. "it wasn't my idea. i was simply following orders."
"who's orders?"
"i don't know. i got back to my temporary residence and there was an unmarked envelope with my name on it. thirty-thousand dollars cash up front. the letter said they'd give me the rest upon completion of the job."
"so you did this without even knowing why? he was an innocent man," you say, voice almost a growl.
crane laughs mockingly. "oh, you precious thing. men like that are rarely innocent. he could've been corrupt, or an infidel, or a sexual predator. everyone is guilty of something. even batman, even you."
ignoring his bait for a reaction, you continue with your questions. "they gave you cash up front. why didn't you just take the money and run?"
"steal from a mysterious organization who knows my identity and where i'm hiding out?" crane scoffs.
"so you're-"
"if you want anything else, you better show some more skin," he interrupts.
glaring at him, you unzip your suit all the way but leave it on to show off the rest of your cleavage and down your stomach. his eyes trail over your skin hungrily.
"so you're just a hitman for hire now?" you ask.
"why, are you in the market?"
"have you done any other jobs?" you ask instead of answering his ridiculous question.
"maybe i have. maybe your precious batman is screaming and crying for you to come save him. wouldn't that be a sight? your mentor needing to be rescued from his bad dreams by you."
his voice is almost hypnotic, but you know better than to fall for his tricks. he's trying to persuade you to give into your baser urges, your jealousy, your need to be useful. fucking psychopath.
you reach around his head and twist your fingers in his hair, yanking it back causing it to knock against the metal back of the chair. he winces a bit, but it does nothing to quell the wild look in his eyes.
"shut up, crane."
"feisty," he remarks. "i did a few jobs outside the city, but those aren't in your jurisdiction."
unfortunately, he's right. outside of the city is too vague to track anyone down and connect crane to crimes.
"how did you do it?"
"do what?" he asks, looking at your tits instead of your eyes.
"do whatever it is you did to that guy."
"you want the dirty details, batgirl?" he smirks. "of how i strapped him down and injected him with my chemical that put the fear of god in him?" his hips thrust up, jostling you on his lap and making you grab onto his shoulder for support. he looks up at you with a sick smile. "he screamed and screamed, begging for mercy, for death to take him. he ripped out his hair and scratched his skin bloody. i think he was imagining spiders from what i could gather, but in my professional opinion, he just seems like your regular nutcase."
recounting his crime clearly feeds into some sick fantasy he has, but by playing into it, you're getting the information you need. you look down to see his cock straining in his pants.
"jesus, you're crazy," you say in disbelief, though you shouldn't be surprised.
"yet you still decided to crawl into my lap. you're just as crazy as i am, you're just afraid to get your hands dirty."
you can handle crane doubting your strength, your intelligence, your capability, and your worthiness to wear the bat symbol, but you refuse to let him compare the two of you.
"we are nothing alike," you hiss. "i don't torment people for my own enjoyment."
"what are you doing to me now?" he says, looking down at where your hips have shifted closer to his erection.
without thinking, you reach forward and harshly grab his cock through his pants. he winces and squirms, trying to get away from your touch or wanting more of it, you're unsure.
"you sick fucking bastard," you spit. "talking about your attempted murder got you this hard?"
"it was mostly the slut on my lap."
"you want me to hold up my end of the deal, crane? well it's going to be on my terms."
you climb off his lap and take off your suit, leaving you in your undergarments and mask. his eyes study you intently, making you feel more like a test subject than sexy.
when you step back over to him, you yank open the fly of crane's pants and take out his cock. he's hard and average sized; nothing impressive but enough to satisfy you.
standing in front of him, you spit into your hand and bring your wet fingertips down to your pussy. you open yourself up while he watches, unable to do anything else.
once you deep yourself open enough, you sit back on his lap and hold onto his dick, positioning his tip at your entrance.
"ask me for more," you say. "beg me for my pussy."
"this wasn't part of the deal," crane says, smug.
"i won't give you anything if you don't play by my rules. you're my prisoner right now."
crane rolls his eyes but resolves himself. "please give me your pussy," he says unenthusiastically.
"you can do better than that."
"please bless me with your fucking cunt, batgirl. i want you to use me." his tone could use some improvement, but the words were good enough to satisfy you.
you sink down on his length slowly to adjust to the size. by the time you're fully seated, crane is having a much more difficult time keeping his composure. his breathing is faster and small whines occasionally escape his mouth.
"how's that, crane?" you ask, voice breathy in his ear. "everything you thought it'd be?"
"looser than i expected. guess daddy treats you well," he chuckles, though it trails off into a moan.
you roll your hips a bit, gripping his shoulders tightly. perhaps you're holding on tighter than you need to, but pain clearly isn't a problem for crane.
"now you can tell all your freak friends- joker, harley, the riddler, whoever else you run with these days- that you got fucked by batgirl. i bet you'll spin it like you got me begging on my knees for you, but we'll know the truth. we know that you whimpered for my pussy like a little bitch."
“they don’t give a shit about you. but they’ll love to hear that i fucked batman’s bitch. does he know that you’re stepping out on him tonight?” he asks with a grin.
no, bruce doesn’t know what you’re up to tonight, and when you tell him, he’ll get the abridged version.
“stop fucking talking about him,” you hiss in his ear. “keep his name out of your disgusting mouth.”
crane moans at that. a genuine, low moan.
“i would’ve let myself get caught sooner if i’d known you were so easy to give it up.”
you’re riding him now, bouncing on his lap and using your grip on his shoulders as leverage. he watches as your tits jiggle in his face, staring shamelessly like the pig he is.
this doesn’t seem like much of a punishment for him, but fucking yourself on his cock is too enjoyable to care. besides, as soon as you finish, you will be promptly sending him back to arkham where he’ll be held in a much more secure wing.
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{Slasher au: Ghost and König are scoping out The roadside Bun-bun’s (It’s restaurant like Hooters but bunny themed.) that R/n works at for potential marks, when they see their girl, bringing food out to a table next to them.]
R/n, as she’s placing the plates down: Okay, we got one jumbo sub combo...one Chicken leg and thigh, with coleslaw, Pull-pork with sauerkrauts ..
{One of the men is staring at her butt and he gets this slimy smile on his face as he slowly brings his hand up intending to cop a feel... König sees and slowly went to get up while reaching for his knife, but Simon quickly stopped him.]
R/n, noticing the creeper going for her ass: *low tone* Yer gonna lose that hand, Hun....
[The guy hesitates for a tick, but goes for it, next thing he knew R/n got a hold of his thumb and...*snap* the groper yowled in pain as he held his obviously broken thumb.]
Creep, yelling to the owner: Hey, Price, this crazy broad just broke my freaking hand!
{Price whose smoking in a corner and counting out the till, glares at the creep and points at the large sign at the door. “🛑LOOK ALL YOU WANT BUT DON’T TOUCH THE GIRLS‼” the creep growls and angerly storms out of the restaurant.]
R/n: ...Anything else for you today, boys?
Creep’s friend 1: *nervously* Uh, no. I'm good.
Creep’s friend 2: Yeah, me, too. Totally good.
[R/n huffs then turns to face her boys but finds their booth empty, with a $10 bill on the table and single post-it note that said “Gone hunting, see you at home.-S&K.” R/n hummed and calmly tucks the note away into her bra. She did warn the Creep he was gonna lose that hand...]
#S: batman and harley quinn#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#call of duty modern warfare 2022#call of duty slasher au#slasher au#tw: harrasment#Slasher! ghost#Slasher! König#könig x ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cod ghost x reader#cod König x reader#könig x reader#könig x ghost#afab reader
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𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬
Pairing: Vampire!Jake Lockley x Afab!Reader
Prompt: CNC & Sharp Teeth
Summary: You're at a shitty Halloween party, drinking some punch next to a stranger in a vampire costume. Then you're trapped in a cab, realising far too late the punch was spiked with more than alcohol.
Warnings: Extremely dubious consent, aphrodisiac, alcohol, blood, smut.
WC: 2.2K
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The party had gotten off to a good start. There was alcohol aplenty, bowls of sweets and spiked juice, someone was in a corner handing out skeletal spliffs and the DJ was playing banger after banger. It had the makings to be a great party, except everyone attending seemed to be as dead as a corpse.
"I'll be back in a minute, just going to talk to a friend real quick!" And there went the one person you actually knew at the party, leaving you alone in the living room while everyone else milled around, not really dancing, just ghosting from person to person. Safe to say, the Halloween party wasn't very lively.
With a heavy sigh you force yourself up from the musty couch, heading to the kitchen for whatever concoction someone brewed in the punch bowl.
Someone was already there, leaning over the bowl to dip their cup in. They wore a long black cape, which hinted at a wide variety of costumes, from Zoro to Batman. As you rounded next to them, it was neither of your earlier guesses. Next to you was a man in a white shirt and tie, crisp black trousers, black leather gloves and sharp, pointed teeth.
The moment you're next to him, red eyes snap over to you. A single dark curl ghosts over his forehead, the rest of his hair hidden under a black flat cap. Altogether it was a pretty lazy closet vampire costume, but you weren't going to begrudge anyone for not dressing to the nines to attend a party. At least he went to the effort of adding a few specks of blood to the corners of his smirk.
Leaning forward to scoop your own cup in, he makes no attempt to move back and give you space, almost pressing against you. When you straighten yourself, his eyes are still on you, and oddly bright despite using only contact lenses.
"You look as lively as the guy I killed on the way here." The voice had a Spanish rumble to it, laced with amusement and casualness.
You sip the punch, hiding a chuckle at the line. It tasted different from the last time you'd been drinking it, the fruity flavour now underlined with something bitter. Before you're able to properly put your finger on the change your eyelids rapidly become heavy, and no amount of blinking seems to orientate you better as the room spins and becomes a blur. Alarm bells barely have time to go off in your mind before everything turns black, a faint array of screams being the last thing your conscious of.
A dull yet pulsating pain rolls over your shoulders and arms. You sit up, head and heart both throbbing in pain and terror as a sleek, black taxi interior unblurrs around you. Your mind was empty of any memories after the punch table, the only thing that stuck was the deep red eyes of the strange man in the vampire costume and the knowing smirk that curled at the very edge of his blood-stained lips.
Immediately you try to open the car doors to no avail, both are locked from the inside and no amount of thumping against the cold glass will attract help. The cab was parked in an empty, dingy ally, with only one light flickering at the far end, leaving you to strain your eyes through shadows. Its out of those shadows the stoic man emerges, a glowing red ember puffing between his curled lips, almost matching the red eyes pointed right at you.
The man slowly approached, seemingly enjoying the look of confusion and fear marring your face as you backed away from the glass, only to end up bumping against the other door. He stopped beside the car, staring a moment longer as he dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, eyes never once leaving you. The taxi door opened quietly as he stepped in, the flat cap on his head skimming the car roof as he lounges onto the back seat, thighs spread.
“Don’t look so scared, quierdo. If I wanted you dead, I’d have ripped out your throat with the rest of those lowlives.” The casual wave of his hand does nothing to quell your racing heart, thudding against your chest so heavily you can feel it in your throat.
He leans forward, arms resting on his knees, close enough to smell the faint whiskey and tobacco on his breath.
“You know, you were the only one at that party, if I can even call it that, that seemed… real.”
The words caught you off guard by how odd they were, the general bizarre nature of the situation only adding to your anxiety. Despite the fear clouding your mind, your eyes didn’t miss the sharp fangs that peaked out from his lip ever so slightly when he spoke, the dark red stains that speckled his previously crisp white collar, the red line that rolled from his jaw to his adams apple, glistening slightly under the yellow interior cab light.
“You weren’t entertained by the mindless chattering, not impressed by the countless pendejos trying to get their dicks wet, no. You sat on that ugly little couch like it was your throne, like it was all beneath you.” He had leaned closer as he spoke, towering over you as he spoke.
Closer still, he moved until he was by your ear, warm breath huffing over your neck and sending goosebumps blooming across your skin.
“You were beautiful.”
The deep, gravelly cadence made your beating heart stutter. Your quick breaths caught in your throat. The closer he got, the more a strange heat slithered just under your skin. You’d attributed it to the alcohol or the now obviously spiked punch, but it was unnatural the extent it was reaching when he was near. The smirk grew as he licked his lips, nose nuzzling faintly just behind your ear.
Out of instinct you gasp, inching away only for a strong, gloved hand to grab your jaw and pull you towards the mans lips. His kiss was seering. Slow yet forceful, his tongue moulded into your mouth, exploring it all whilst sharp teeth caught against your bottom lip and left pearls of blood rolling down your chin.
The man pulls back, red eyes glowing as he sensually sucks the blood from your lip, lapping the dribbles of it from your chin. The groan from the back of his throat was almost a growl as he locked eyes with you, his gloved thumb smearing crimson stains over your chin.
“Draining you would be such a waste, hermosa. Such beauty shouldn’t be fleeting. It’s been far too long since a human has piqued my interest. Why don’t we see exactly how special you are, hm?”
As if to answer his own question the vampire tugs you securely into his lap as if you were a frail doll, grinding you into his crotch with a satisfied sigh. The movement caused your underwear to slide and pinch against you, somehow you’d become soaking wet with slick without realising. The strange heat from before was growing and now pooling in your abdomen.
The man returned back to your neck, now nibbling your damp skin in between kisses, sucking at the droplets of blood that tried to escape him. Bruises and pinpricks quickly littered over your tender throat, but it was barely noticeable when he continued grinding up into you with increasing fervor, rutting like he was already fucking you. Two hands roamed and groped your sides, but you weren’t caged in by any means.
The taxi door was still slightly ajar, the cool midnight air stoking more goosebumps over you, and in the back of your mind you knew if you acted quick enough you could jerk out of his grip and out of the door. How far would you get though, how long would you manage to run before he caught up to you? What else was this man, this vampire capable of? Any answers never surfaced, because your mind clouded any further thoughts. The arousal pulsing between your legs kept you rooted firmly in his lap, arching into his chest and hardness. Any alarms, warning thoughts or remnants of your fight or flight reaction became muddled with the growing need keeping you glued to him, although whether it was your own or the result of whatever concoction he brewed in the punch you couldn’t know.
In the midst of your muddled thoughts and heat, he’d carelessly ripped off your underwear in one clean tug before sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, curling the tips into your keen hole. A breathy moan escaped your throat that was still being marred by his fangs, accompanied by a low moan of his own.
“So wet for me, bebita.” His accented drawl was hypnotic, and his words were true. Never before had your body reacted in such a way for anyone, never ached with such primal need for another. His fingers spread the warm slick over your clit, rubbing in circles, causing you to whine and moan shamelessly into the night. You were putty in his hands, unable to think clearly beyond his touch.
With his right hand busy teasing your clit you didn’t notice when his left hand ceased its bruising grip on your ass and reached to his own crotch, unbuckling his belt and pressing his cock into you without warning.
The air left your lungs, curling into him as much as you could, pressing against his chest, using his tie to secure him to you. Your cunt needed no time to adjust, already wet and loose and pulsating with pure need, allowing him in with frighteningly little fight. The ease seemed to please him, the deep moan he let out morphed into a chuckle that vibrated in his chest.
Both hands came under your thighs, squeezing the soft cellulite as he leaned forward, smiling devilishly at your ear.
“Hold on tight mi amor.”
Those five whispered words were all the warning you were given as he lifted you up by the bottom, his cock sliding out of you with a wet pop, the tip just prodding at your hole before he slammed you down hard, his hips angling up to meet your descent half way.
The first harsh thrust set the pace as he maintained his powerful assault, fucking the air out of your lungs with a barely restrained ferocity. Any moans or gasps you managed to get out were marred with garbled words, the sounds constantly being cut off from the force of his cock. It was unnatural how even without your clit being stimulated, the pleasure of his thrusts had every nerve tingling, every ring of muscle inside of you squeezing against him, trying to keep him there eternally.
As your mind became more and more a slave to the blissful and supernatural fuck, your body was overwhelmed, like a toy being wound and wound to the breaking point, you were becoming undone. Stars were flashing over your vision, air was becoming harder to coax back into your lungs and your thighs were becoming a searing red from being slapped against his lap over and over. He was at your ear murmuring softly, yet his words were vulgar, spoken like vicious curses. Most of it you couldn’t make out in your disorientated, dick-drunk state, but one repeated phrase stuck out.
“Cum for me.”
Your body reacted on command, as if given an activation phrase. The effect was immediate, your legs filling with cotton, tongue tingling and toes curling. Your vision and mind went blank while the orgasm rocked you to your core and nearly gave you an out of body experience. His cock continued to pound into you and your pussy clamped around him for dear life whilst your thighs trembled, anchoring around the man for stability.
You weren’t aware that he’d came, only vaguely aware of his fangs piercing you one final time, his entire jaw clamping shut over your shoulder as he spilled into you. When the orgasm slowly faded and the air graced your lungs, only then did those repressed alarms pierce the fog clouding your mind. The reality of being confined in the cab with a supernatural being whom admitted to slaughtering everyone at the party dawned on you. The faces of your friend and acquaintances appeared with clarity, and your heart began racing.
He stirred from your neck, fangs retracting at the feeling of your chest thudding alarmingly against his. As your breathing picked up his tongue traced over a vein as it curled under your jaw.
“I knew you were special. You’re nothing like the rest of those vermin.” The vampire mused into your bruised and blood stained skin, seemingly indifferent to your rising fear.
“You’re mine.”
His jaw clamped over your neck, teeth piercing your flesh once again. However, in place of his usual nips and kisses, his fangs encased themselves in your throat causing blood to gush down your chest in warm, wet waves. You barely had a chance to ball your hands into fist against his chest and push him off as the fog of heat clouded your brain and sapped your strength, the same heat that flooded your veins when he first approached you. This time something else laced too, something foreign and acidic.
“You’re mine, now and forever, mi vida.”
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ellie hcs!
cw: ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, 2 idiots in love, mentions of drinking, explicit language, 18+ near the end, switch! ellie, lots of mentions of sex at the bottom, mdni or i'll find u :3
a/n: hiii! this is my first time writing so...ntm cuz it kinda sucks. idk what i'm doing so suggestions would be great! thank u 4 reading! mwah mwah mwah 💋
loves calling you random stupid nicknames. "hey, honey bunches of oats, could you come here rq?" "im sorry, what the fuck did you just call me?"
loves when you paint her nails or do her makeup, even if she complains the whole time. "ugh, this feels so gross." "c'mon, it's just lipgloss el."
BAGGY CLOTHES 🔛🔝!! her wardrobe consists of big dad jeans, random thrifted graphic tees, a shit-load of flannels, wife pleasers, sweatpants, plaid pj pants, goofy ass socks, and her one pair of beat up converse.
practically smothers you in kisses, think gomez from the addams family. forehead kisses, neck kisses, kiss on the cheek, on your shoulders, literally everywhere.
only wears childrens boxers. shes got a collection of 'em. im talking teenage mutant ninja turtles, minecraft, fortnite, SPIDERMAN, batman, dinosaurs, glow is the dark stars, etc. sometimes she'll wear the simple plaid ones tho.
she thinks shes soo good at dancing when she drinks, like she acts like shes hot shit when she just looks goofy. "babe. babe. baby, look. look at me." and when you look over she starts doing what she thinks is moon walking... its hilarious actually.
so so so clumsy. girl can't walk in a straight line to save he life. shes constantly tripping over air, and her untied shoe laces. you even made a T chart to keep score. rn its ellie 0 : air 22
always has a hand on you. you're sitting next to her? shes either pulling you into her lap or has a hand resting on your thigh. walking together? has to be holding your hand. she's in the middle of talking with someone else? a cold hand sits on your lower back, her thumb drawing soft circles to remind you shes still paying attention to you.
her hands and feet are SO cold. while laying next to her watching a movie or something, she slips a hand up your shirt to just rest it on your stomach but you squeak and flinch away from her FREEZING hands. you swear shes cold blooded
speaking of which, she loves slipping her hands up into your bra to 'warm up her hands'. whenever she asks you, you obviously allow her even though you know she'll sneakily start pinching at your nipples or squeezing your tits.
literally the funniest person ever. she can always make you laugh with her randomness and how stupid she can act. it also doesn't help that she knows you like the back of her hand so she knows what makes you nearly cry from laughing so hard. she just gets so much joy from seeing you laugh, even if it's at her. she'll do anything to see you smile.
loves cuddles!!! she has to have weekly movie nights where you both cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.
treats you like a queen, girl is on her knees bowing down to you. does whatever you ask, you want water? done. your hungry? shes already ordered food. on your period and need stuff? shes already in the car, driving to the store. "whatcha need, pretty girl? it's okay, i can go get it."
loves you so so so much. you're her fav girl ever, she'll do absolutely anything for u.
NSFW!!
shes def a switch. bae can switch up so fast
black, 8.5 inch, slight curve, and has veins.
constantly praising you. "fuck. doin' so good for me, baby. yea, that feel good?" "yeah- just like that..."
she says the dirtiest shit ever "you gon' be a good little slut for me, hm? yea? c'mon use your words, baby." "you wan' me to fill ya up, wan' me to make u a mama?" "yeah? you like that shit? course you do, such a fucking slut, huh?"
CRAZY STAMINA. she can go for hours if you'd let her. doesn't even think about cumming herself until you've came at least 3 times. "c'mon baby, you can give me another, yeah? i know you can... you're being so good for me, one more?" "nghh can't...i-its too much." "you can baby, just one more, c'mon..."
lovesss doggy style. "all fours on the bed. now." her grip on your hips is bruising, leaving light purple marks in the morning which she'll press soft kisses to as an apology. usually has one hand on your hip so she can thrust harder into you and another in your hair, either pushing your face into the pillows or pulling your head back so she can see your fucked out face.
has the worst case of ghost-dick when shes not sober, just fucking desperately humping your ass.
if shes fucking you with her fingers, she always either sucks them clean herself or has you do it, shoving her long fingers into your mouth, sometimes purposefully making you gag on them.
she also def likes it when you suck her strap. she doesn't even care if she cant actually feel it, the harness slightly bumping against her clit and seeing how you look up at her is enough for her.
biggest tease!! rubbing slow and light circles over your clit, just enough to make you squirm and whine at her. "you wan' more? nu uh, you gotta say it."
basically makes you sit on her face, wrapping her arms around your thighs and pulling you down on her face, keeping you there. she doesn't even care, she wouldn't gladly die like that.
usually dom but can be very subby.
if you don't let her touch you shes whining and begging for you to let her. "fuck- please, baby. i'll make you feel so good, j-just..shit- please.."
used to be very shy about you eating her out but has grown more comfortable w it. "aghhnn just like that...fuck, doin' so good for me."
already starts panting and whimpering when you only barely touch her. the small kitten licks you make up her slit has her squirming and bucking her hips upward in search of more friction.
SO GOOD AT AFTERCARE!! if she's being mean, she'll immediately drop the act and cover your worn-out body in soft, loving kisses. then she'll go get a wet wash cloth and wipe you and herself off before carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room. she'll then snuggle up with you in the bed, cuddling your warm body from behind and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses while you drift off.
#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams smut#tlou2#the last of us#Spotify
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{S/o comes out of their house to greet Emmet, but they’re blinded by his car’s headlights]
S/o: Emmet dear, can you turn off your car’s high-beams? they’re burning out my retinas!
Emmet: What car? that’s my brother!
S/o: *squint* ....what?
Emmet: Ingo, put your glasses on bro!
Ingo: oh sorry! *puts on sunglasses*
[The bright light disappears to show Ingo standing next to Emmet.]
Y/n: *rubbing their eyes* Leaping Sobbles, Is your brother Crobat-man?
#pokemon incorrect quotes#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss emmet x reader#afab reader#platonic! subway boss Ingo#S/o is referencing batman's detective mode
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blog & request rules ;
minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.
this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.
all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.
this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.
anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.
this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus
characters i write for ;
-> kimetsu no yaiba
kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;
-> telltale batman
john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;
-> helluva boss
blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;
-> the arcana
lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;
-> dragon ball
goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;
-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes
mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;
-> original yandere characters
coming soon!
request rules ;
👩🏻🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3
yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!
all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable
please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)
will write ;
fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.
dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)
fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)
non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.
polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)
a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)
monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)
kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...
won’t write ;
sub!reader x dom!character
male or amab!readers.
kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.
forced pregnancy, miscarriages.
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