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#could be any bat tbh
sreppub · 1 year
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Batman is so focused on losing his tiny shadow that he doesn’t realize there are actually three of them.
aka wanted to play with dynamic duo dynamics and i couldnt decide whether to give bats a kid, a preteen, or a dick hilariously close in age, but then, epiphany: all 3 at once. batdad speedrun
btw timmy got the other two interested in following batman around so they basically adopted batman, really
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rexscanonwife · 28 days
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Ever since I saw @em-doods' Spider-Scout design I've been itching to draw it, I love him sooo much!! 😊🫶💖 (zooms under cut!)
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stupidhany · 1 year
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Really random but Brain appreciation post
He’s just a little expressive guy
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That’s all^^
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akkivee · 1 year
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i haven’t gotten kuukou’s new card yet (😞) and getting on my feed, i’m seeing bat stans needing to spark to get him lol nice to know it’s communal suffering out here 😞😞😞
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furshrimps · 1 year
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I thought I was done with vet visits for a while, but no such luck. Thankfully it's not one of my pets, but Feli. She's been doing weird things lately (like avoiding any cat toilets like the plague and some other minor behavioral things) and sometimes her breathing seems kinda difficult, so we'd like to have her checked. Of course my dad can't bring it over himself to take her in by himself, so I made the appointment to include Bats as well. He still has that weird toe and one of his eyes is watering more than the other, so why not take him along if I have to go at all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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froggibus · 9 months
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Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)
“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys
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Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)
Genre: fluff/kinda crack?
CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)
been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!
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Cassidy:
“what kinda question is that??”
looks at you in flabbergastation 
you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 
“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”
a jar????
now you’re the flabbergasted one 
jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 
what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??
somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm
somehow finds one?? 
keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm
even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”
weirdly wholesome experience would try again
Reaper
“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”
he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 
would he love you as a worm? 
“what kind of worm”
what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 
obviously the pink wriggly kind 
he has to ponder this 
sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm
“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”
????
“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”
more pondering 
“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”
better than any response you could have expected but would not try again
Genji
“would we still have sex”
please hit this man
he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 
“why would you be a worm tho”
just answer the question, Genji
green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 
will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??
“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”
“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>
“that too”
at least he’s honest?
exactly as you expected, would not try again
Zenyatta
“a worm? like the insect?”
“yes? what other worms are there”
considers this
“is everything okay?”
poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 
please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm
goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take
honestly so wholesome + cute 
“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”
good enough would try again
Ramattra 
“No”
way to sugarcoat it, babe
it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap
“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”
you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm
talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 
says he would “put you out of your misery”????
“you would KILL ME?!”
“as an act of honour”
babe….
0/10 would not try again
Hanzo
“why”
idk bro just answer the question 
lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose
“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 
only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm
probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 
“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”
has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 
lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 
“…yes”
cute in the end but would not try again 
Lucio:
“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”
that’s not the question 
somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 
he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 
“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”
“ok and??”
says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil
“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”
makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 
honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again
Baptiste:
“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”
honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 
“but what if I want to be a worm”
“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”
fair enough
insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 
makes a lot of jokes at your expense too
finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 
“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”
“love is a strong word”
good enough, would not try again
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d10nyx · 3 months
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silver lining
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, hybrid!reader, very brief suicide mention, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, a LOT of pet names
a/n: hiii! throwing out some (kinda) fluffy smut for once lmao. mainly picturing vendetta leon, but any older leon works tbh. i'm so tired, so if you see typos, no, you don't >:[ hope you enjoy !!
word count: 1.7k words
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Raccoon City was something that Leon would never forget. It's been years since the incident, and he still wakes up in a cold sweat some nights with nightmares of the things he'd seen.
It's fucked him up in more ways than one. He would have killed himself a long time ago if he was sure that Sherry would be safe. The “top secret programme” the government so lovingly initiated him into isn't the way he saw his life going - but if it kept her safe, he'd grit his teeth and bare it.
Sure, he's made his peace with it, but it doesn't make it any less difficult. He runs around like the government's personal lap dog and then comes home and drinks himself half to death. It's a routine he's gotten used to, and he doesn't plan on changing it anytime soon.
But it gets lonely. He's not a stranger to flirting with a pretty girl in the bar, but he never manages to get them to stay. He's not sure he's capable of forming a relationship anymore. Work always comes up, and no woman seems to want to stick around when he disappears for weeks or months at a time.
When he was younger, he always wanted a dog. That was another thing Raccoon City took from him. He still flinches when a dog moves too fast near him or gets too close. He's never been a cat person, either. Thinks they're grumpy bastards at the best of times.
He leaves it at that for a while. Looks like he's destined to be alone. Whatever. He's used to it by now. Or he thinks so, at least, until he starts to hear about hybrids becoming more commercially available as pets.
They've been around for a while, sure, but they were the type of exotic pet rich assholes buy to show off. He hears about the new hybrid adoption center opening in his city and spends one of his only weekends off doing a shit ton of research. He's not entirely convinced, but he figures there's no harm in taking a look. As soon as he spots you, he knows he's smitten. Bat your pretty lashes at him, and he'd do anything you asked.
You're the cutest little puppy girl he's ever seen. Fluffy ears atop your head, your tail wagging so fast behind you it's practically a blur. He doesn't even think about it when he calls a worker over, paying for you then and there. He doesn't even blink at the amount of money you cost him. He'd sell a kidney to be able to afford you if he needed it. At least the government pays well.
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦
It's been a few months since he brought you home with him. You were a pain in the ass at first, constantly bouncing around his apartment. Your tail was a hazard, always knocking things off his table and breaking things.
He wouldn't change it for the world, though. You've become the highlight of his day. He finds himself smiling as he opens the door to his apartment, hearing you thunder towards the front door as he walks in. He can't help but chuckle as you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning up to lick at his face.
“Alright. Easy, girl. Easy.” He says with a smile, pushing you off him and ruffling your hair as he steps past you. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and settling on the couch. “I had a long day, y'know? Could at least let me through the door before you jump all over me.”
“But I missed you.” You whine as he pushes you away from him, following him closely as he moves to sit on the couch.
“Yeah, yeah. I missed you, too, pup.” Leon says with a grin, patting his lap. He waits for you to jump in his lap, leaning back comfortably. “C'mere, then. Don't you wanna come sit with daddy?”
Your tail wags lazily behind you as you shift closer, straddling his lap happily. His hands settle on your waist to tug you closer, and he rubs small circles into you with his thumb.
“Missed you.” You repeat softly, cuddling close to him.
“You’re a sweet girl.” He nuzzles his nose into your head and caresses your hair. “A good girl…” 
Leon hums quietly and his hand starts to wander along your side and up towards your chest. “And beautiful, too. Can't believe I got so lucky, baby.”
You giggle softly at that, tail wagging just a little bit faster as you press your chest into his hand, shivering as his thumb brushes your sensitive nipple over your shirt.
“D'you wanna play with me, daddy?” You ask softly, trying to press as close to him as possible. Your hips start moving on their own, rutting your aching pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He always smells so good when he gets back from work, sweat clinging to his skin. 
“I just got back, baby. What's got you so worked up, huh?” He teases softly, grabbing your hips and adjusting them so you're grinding down onto his steadily hardening cock over his pants instead. He groans softly, reaching around to pet the base of your sensitive tail.
That gets a twitch and a whine from you, making the corner of his mouth tug up into a lazy smile. He rocks his hips up into you until he's fully hard and leaking.
“Alright, alright. C'mon, puppy. Let's get you to bed.” He grunts, trying to act like he isn't as desperate as you. His voice is low and gravelly, brows furrowed in concentration as he lifts you up, carrying you to the bedroom.
He plops you down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his jacket. His hands roam your body, tugging off your clothes as he runs his palms along your curves. His eyes take you I'm greedily, his hands working to undress himself instantly.
“Fuck.” He groans as you shift on your hands and knees, ass up in the air as soon as you see his cock. His cock twitches, pre-cum leaking and staining his stomach. “Always so eager…”
All he gets is a whine and an ass wiggle in response. You lift your tail straight up, presenting your glistening pussy for his hungry eyes. “Daddy, please…”
“Yeah, yeah. I got you.” He murmurs, settling between your legs. He runs the pads of two fingers between your glistening folds, dragging them from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick dripping from you before pushing them inside.
He thrusts them in and out a few times, letting you get used to the intrusion. Not that you need it - your pussy is always so drippy, sucking him in greedily every chance it gets. He curls his fingers, earning a low moan from you, your cute ears pressing firmly against your head.
“That's it.” He coos, repeating the action every time his fingers are half buried inside of you. “There's my good girl. You want my cock, don't you, sweet thing?”
All you can manage is to babble please repeatedly, already so desperate for him. He's not sure how he ever managed without you. You always make him feel so wanted, and not just when he's buried balls deep inside of you. It's nice. Makes an unfamiliar warmth build in his chest, something he hasn't felt since he was still a bright-eyed kid in the police academy.
“Don't worry, baby, I got what you need.” He says softly, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing your juices onto the sheets before grabbing your hips. His breath hitches as he slides his length into your tight heat, his head tilting back in pleasure before he lets out a low moan.
He leans over you, pressing some of his weight against you as he starts to thrust slow and deep. He presses his lips to the back of your neck before leaning back, his thrusts picking up in pace.
“Such a pretty puppy.” He groans, gripping your tail to pull you back against him every time he fucks into you. The room is filled with your needy moans and the sounds of your sloppy pussy.
“Daddy…” you whine, drool spilling past your lips and onto the pillow your face is smashed against. He can feel you tightening around him, so he knows you're close. He adjusts his angle slightly so he rubs up against that sweet spot that makes you see stars every time he pushes in.
“C'mon, cum for me, pretty girl.” He grunts, hand tightening on your tail as the other slides up from your hip to your waist, giving him more leverage ti rock you back onto his cock.
“Fuck, daddy… cummin’!” You moan, your walls clenching so tight around him you almost push him out. He presses his hips against your ass and thrusts shallowly, keeping him buried deep inside of you as his tip grinds against your cervix.
His mouth hangs open as he feels you gushing all over him, his breath caught in his throat as his cock jumps and kicks against your cervix, the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him making him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you.
You whine softly again, slumping against the crumpled sheets. His breathing is slightly heavy as he drops his weight on you, pressing you against the bed.
You grunt at the feeling of him dropping on top of you, wriggling yourself free with a soft huff. You cuddle up to him after, ignoring the feeling of his cum leaking down your thighs. You give him a few locks to his stubble cheeks before cuddling up to him with a smile.
“Sleepy.” You huff softly, nuzzling into his neck with a content sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. He lazily wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer to him and petting your back.
“I bet. C'mon, baby. Think we deserve a nap.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead before letting his eyes shut, too.
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redbleedingrose · 3 months
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Hey it’s the anon that had the nightmares. Headcanons about dealing with nightmares would be absolutely amazing if you’re up for it, thank you so much. You truly have no idea how much you’ve helped me 🥺
Of course dear!!! Here you go!!! (sorry this took so long sweetheart)
Edit: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months and I am so sorry I didn't post it until now. Writers block and general insecurity does crazy things to me.
How the Bat Boys would help you with your nightmares!
Rhysand
Okay, the thing about Rhys is that I think he remains fully aware of your presence at all times, even in his sleep. He can feel you next to him, your body pressed against his, your heart beat thumping at his side, the weight of your head on his shoulder, he can feel it.
He also, is very in tune with your emotional state. Maybe it has to due with your mating bond, but tbh, I think his love for you has brought him a number of powers that allows for the deepest sort of connection to you. He can feel the emotions that you feel. It can go as far as Rhys feeling the roof of his mouth ache when you burn your mouth from drinking too hot tea, it can go as far as him feeling like someone has poked him hard when he is entirely alone in his office (when it is Cass who is poking at you, whining at you to share your summer imported mandarain oranges with him) and if Rhys really sits on it, he can also feel your mixed emotions of amusement and teasing towards Cass in that moment.
So I think that if you were having a nightmare, Rhysand would know. He would feel your heart racing from fear, it would make his own stutter. He would feel the panic pumping through your veins, and it would nearly send him into a frenzy.
Rhys would be awake, shushing your tired whines, and peppering the softest kisses all over your face to slowly ease your mind. The high lord of night would absolutely slip into your mind like butter, easing all the fired up neurons that have built up from your nightmare, slowly detangling the knots of emotion twisted inside your mind without waking you. He would pull you impossibly close, his heart beating against yours, his hands tangled in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, and naturally, you tuck your forehead into his neck, a quiet sigh leaving your once quivering lips.
Your nightmare would have dissolved without your knowledge, and you would be lulled into a dreamless sleep with your mate holding you close, his warm cheek resting on your head with one hand resting at the back of your neck and the other hand stroking up your spine, protecting you from anything and everything, even your own mind. You would wake up without any memories of the nightmare, and if I am being honest, Rhysand wouldn't want to remind you of it either, so he keeps this part of his duty towards you to himself.
Cassian
I am not gonna lie, this male is a heavy sleeper. He is dead to the world once his head hits the pillow. And he freaking snores too. Actually, he is famous for how loud he snores. Cassian can be heard snoring from across the house of wind. And initially, it was really hard for you to fall asleep to. In fact, you would force Cass to stay awake until you fell asleep because you just could not with his snoring.
And now?? Now this fucking male has you unable to fall asleep without his snoring. You need his heated, and I mean this male is a literal furnace, nearly naked body beneath you, with his burly arms wrapped tight around your waist, with your head pressed against his male tits, your legs tangled with his, in order to fall asleep. The snoring has become its own sort of white noise to you, and without it?? You will stay up the entire night and be extremely grumpy the next morning, often resulting in the back of Rhysand's head getting smacked for his taunting. (if Cass is out on a mission for longer than a day or two, Rhys actively avoids you for fear that you will end up choking him for sending his general away. Not that that has ever happened before.... nope... never................)
So. On good nights, you are usually snoozing it away with your hunk of a male, and you end up waking up to a lovely "surprise" poking at your tummy and a male who is too turned on by you to be ashamed in the slightest.
On bad nights though, on nights where you worry about Cassian, on nights where all of your fear of losing your loving mate culminates into nightmares, don't ever doubt that Cass wouldn't be there for you. Cassian is the general of the night court of a reason. He, like Rhys and Az, has been trained, for centuries, to be aware of his surroundings, even in his sleep. So while he might sleep heavy, his body are attuned to taking note of his environment, and that means, his body and his bond is focused on you throughout the night.
So he does wake up to you tensing, to your quickened breathing, to your restlessness, immediately too. His eyes would snap open, with his arm around your waist firm and tight, his other automatically reaching for the dagger he has hidden under his pillow, looking out for any signs of immediate danger to you. Not to himself. To you. His instinct does not edge towards self preservation. It hasn't since he met you. His instinct is to protect you at all costs.
Once he realizes that there isn't any physical threat that is causing your distress, his attention goes back to you, an ache burrowing itself in his chest as he notices your hand is clenching into a fist against him, as he notices your face is screwing up in fear, as he notices your body shaking. His mouth drys at the sight of you looking so scared, and he wouldn't be able to help himself.
Cass would murmur quiet reassurances, rubbing at the space between your shoulder blades and planting kisses onto your furrowed brows, "wake up sweetheart, s'jus a nightmare" and "shhh, I got you love, I'm here" and "s'okay baby, you're fine" and "c'mon, that's it, that's my girl, wake up f'me beauty"
When you wake with a start, he hushes your cries and pulls you in even closer. He would turn you both onto your sides, your front melding against his with his arm tucked under your head and around your hip with his leathery paper thin wings shield you both from the outside world. It's this warm cocoon that he forms around you where you spend the rest of the night and into the early morning.
At first, you would apologize for waking him up so early, knowing that he has training in the morning with Az and the others, but he dismisses that immediately, stressing to you that his only concern, at this time and forever, is you. He would stay awake with you, attentively listening to your ramblings about your nightmare, playing with the ends of your hair while you tell him all your secret fears. And he would kiss you and promise to protect you no matter what, and he would promise to keep you safe. Eventually, you would end up falling asleep, the closeness of your mate, his gentle breathing, and the warmth he brings relaxing you enough to a dreamless rest. And Cass, the ever diligent and loving male, would stay awake for the rest of the morning, skipping out on training to watch over the love of his life and make sure that you don't have any other nightmares.
In the morning, after you wake up feeling rested, Cass would finally let you go, a soft kiss to your lips and a wink in goodbye, only to come back within ten minutes, bringing you some warm, fresh chai that he made for you with some oatmeal that you both share in bed together. You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with your mate with slow and sweet love making, hushed oaths to each other to protect one another, and long naps in between.
Azriel
Azriel is a completely attuned to you. And so are his shadows. He has one that you have noticed that constantly follows you around, that learns every single thing about you to report back to its master. And then there are a couple that you haven't noticed. Ones that stay hidden in the darkness with full intent to take care of anything that puts you in harms way. And it stays that way always, regardless of the timing.
So at night, when your heart rate jumps, your blood pumping through your veins, your eyes furrowing shut too tightly, the slightest bit of sweat breaking out on your skin, they are the first to notice. And they are the quick to notify their master about it, hurridely slithering to his ears to wake Az so he can help you.
Azriel would initially try to soothe you in your sleep, his heart aching at the thought of you being afraid of something he can't control. A quick command to his shadows has the curtains to your balcony eased apart, the light from the moon and stars beaming in through the large glass doors. His scarred hands would stroke at your cheeks ever so gently, your mating bond humming at the barely there touch. Az wouldn't hesitate to place his lips in the space between your brows, moving from one soft edge of your face to the next with small pepperings of kisses.
He would thumb at your edge of your jaw, the calloused tip of his finger reminding you in your sleep that he is there. That he didn't leave sometime in the night. That he would never leave. That he would always be there to protect you. To care for you. To love you. He knows that you have your own traumas that you deal with, and he wants you to feel in control of your problems. Nightmares... they make you feel out of control. And he is there to give the power right back to you.
Most nights, Azriel's simple touch is enough to soothe you. I'm ngl, it does stroke his pride a little (a lot) that he is able to calm his mate with just the touch of his hands. With something that he used to keep hidden behind his back when he talked to others, something that he would cover up from the shame of his past, something that he feared would one day lead to a disgusted look on your face. And on those nights that his touch is enough, once you are settled, he pulls you closer to him, tucking his arm around your waist and wrapping one of his large wings around both of your figures, burying his face into your neck so he can fall back asleep to the feel of your pulse against his skin.
On the nights where the nightmares are just too much, where you are too deep in the dream that you can't feel anything but the fear, Azriel will wake you. He loathes the thought of disturbing your sleep, he hates that you will most likely not feel rested in the morning, but his heart shatters into the tinest pieces when he can feel the end of your mating bond crying out for him in your sleep. So he lays a firm hand on your forehead, his other hand rubbing at your shoulder, tenderly shaking you awake: "wake up my love, it's alright," and "you're fine my sweet girl, I'm here," and "I promise I'll always be here my dove, now be a good girl for me an wake up"
He would hush you as you startle awake, the jolt of your body causing him to wrap his arms tightly around you with mumbled, "that's it, there's my starshine" and "s'okay moon, it was just a bad dream" and after a good long while of him calming you down, he would whisper into your hair with a final kiss to the top of your head, "c'mon love, let's get you something to drink."
Azriel wouldn't let you lift a finger or a toe for that matter. Male would take your comforter and wrap you up like a burrito and then carry you all the way down to the kitchen where he settles you onto the counter, sending you the most beautiful, tired smile while he makes you some chamomile tea. He would be slow in each of his steps, the small smile on his pretty lips never leaving his face as he feels your gaze watching his every movement. He adores doing things like this for you. He craves doting on you. He thinks you are his treasure. A gift from the mother herself. And he plans to make sure you feel that way, all the time, forever, until you and him only exist as stars in the night sky.
A/N: 😫🫠🥲 Sorry this was a bit repetitive, but I hope you liked it ❤️❤️❤️
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I love jack so so much he's perfect but tbh I do think it would've worked much more with the show if he was a destiel baby instead of lucifer's. and I'm not just saying that as a shipper or whatever I mean narratively it would've been a lot cleaner- and actually, I think it would've been super funny to no-homo them creating a baby together, like, literally all they would have to do is say "oh, when cas rebuilt dean after hell he accidentally left some grace tangled in his soul, and every time he's healed him since then it's been growing stronger until a nephilim was born". like yes the studio is homophibic etc etc but all the jokes they'd make about dean being spiritually pregnant would be very funny for me personally.
but ANYWAY, jack's story gets messy and convoluted and I think this would've been like...a simple fix. them worrying about him going dark side could be because they're worried how demon!dean and lucifer!cas affected him in development, the show LOVES bloodline drama, chuck's wanting abraham and issac 2.0 would've worked better this way, dean's storyline with him would be improved, bc rather than 'oh no I slowly but surely emotionally adopted the antichrist' like I think he would've had an easier time clocking his john-behavoir if it wasn't a question whether he was jack's dad or not. plus last time dean actively raised a kid he went to great lengths to keep the supernatural away from him, so it'd be interesting to see how he handles a kid he CANT possibly hide from this part of his life. it would make more sense why michael wanted jack as a vessel- yes obviously he wanted the nephilim power boost but also having him as part of the winchester bloodline, making him a PERFECT vessel he doesn't have to worry about burning up would add a lot. we could also use this argument for why lucifer is so interested in him if anyone actually liked that plotline in season 14 lmao. we know chuck hated cas and dean's relationship, could you imagine if he checked in and found out they made an unauthorized baby together💀 like that really would've given better context for why he hates jack so much. cas wouldn't need that whole weird brainwashing arc to wanna protect unborn jack, PLUS it could've been an interesting source of angst for him- he feels like he's failed once again, creating an abomination and putting dean in danger, but also still loves jack immensely. it'd be so good! also imagine how fucking stressed out heaven would be to find out a mini castiel is on the way. they wouldn't even wanna exploit that kid for power they'd be preemptively treating the headaches they know they're gonna get lmfao.
also. the casting directors literally put jensen and misha into a face morph app and cast the first actor they could find that matched the results. which would've made more sense if,,,,he was just Theirs. the comedy of dean and cas making a baby before either of them managed to admit their feelings to each other would be more fun then the "dude adopted a kid and pawns him off on his unwilling roommate's all the time and they eventually warm up to the kid" storyline we actually got. we also could've replaced some of the jack-dean angst from the show with "dean wants to connect more with jack but he feels shut out whenever cas is around bc he can't relate to any angel stuff so obviously jack's going to cas for help more!", which I think would be interesting!! how AWFUL dean and cas would feel that jack didn't feel safe enough to be a baby. dad!sam is still in full swing but he cares for jack right off the bat instead of trying to use him for his powers at first. lily sunder talking about how cas killed her kid bc he thought it was a nephilim and dean, who's already fully aware he's (spiritually) knocked up by cas is like 👹 inch resting cas-tee-elle tell me more. mary having a 'my baby has a baby' crisis. cas insisting jack looks nothing like him is a running joke but then at some point he explains its bc jack's 'true form' looks just like dean's soul....
ALSO- in a show where, canonically, the very first act of free will was cas falling in love with dean...the physical manifestation of that defeating chuck and taking his place as god? come ON.
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Tbh i think my main concern if we start telling kids that they could change their gender at a young age it might just confuse them? Because i feel like a lot of kids have felt at some point where they wish to be the opposite gender because of small things like wanting to be able to play with girly/boyish toys or feeling that their sibling with the opposite gender is getting more attention than they are. Children rarely knows what they want for sure and I don't think they should be given the opportunity to go through things such as transitioning since it would leave permanent effects and they might change their minds in the future (im aware that transitioning doesn't always mean taking hormones, but there has been more cases recently where parents are giving younger kids hormones and I don't want the number to increase). Idk would love to hear your opinion on this though.
This is actually a very good question because I think this is a common concern for people not super involved in trans circles.
The short answer is that there is a framework already in place for transition under the age of 18 that is designed to have limited to no permanent impacts on someone who decides to stop treatment after medically transitioning as a child. The way it works (at least in the U.S. which is what I'm familiar with) is that if you are in a state that allows children to medically transition (should be every state but that's a separate issue) there are essentially three sets of rules based on the age of the person trying to transition:
Before puberty there are no options for medical transition. If a little kid wants to wear different clothes and go by a new name and pronouns they can do that, but they're not getting prescribed anything until later.
Starting around their teen years, trans youth can be prescribed a type of medication called a puberty blocker, but still can't receive hormone replacement therapy or any kind of gender affirming surgery. Puberty blockers, the most popular of which is Lupron, are a class of medications that, when taken by a pubescent child, halt the onset of puberty. In case you don't know, the way that hormone replacement therapy works is that it's essentially a way of medically enducing a male or female puberty. Transmascs take testosterone shots which gives them more body hair, a deeper voice, and a more masculine fat distribution, while transfems take estrogen, which gives them less body hair, some breast growth, softer skin and a more feminine fat distribution.
Lupron does not have these effects. Instead of giving trans kids the puberty of their desired gender, it just stops them from experiencing the puberty of the gender they were assigned at birth. This allows their body to go either way depending on their next steps: they can either stop taking blockers and go through their AGAB puberty, albiet a little late, or switch to HRT when they turn 18 and go through their desired puberty. This gives trans teens time to think it over before they commit to a course of treatment that might have longer lasting effects (though even the effects of hormones wear off to an extent if you stop taking them like maybe I'd keep my boobs if I went off e and spiro but the rest would probably revert back to how I was when I was a man).
There's a lot of scaremongering about Lupron but the funny thing is, it's already prescribed to a lot of cis children and no one bats an eye at that. Lupron is also used as a treatment for "precocious puberty" which is when a child goes through puberty before they're supposed to, which can have some negative side effects. Lupron has been used to treat this for a while now, and while transphobes will tell you it's some sort of dangerous experimental drug with terrible side effects, the serious side effects are no more common than in any other medication we give to teens (which is to say, pretty rare), and no one was putting up a stink about it when we were giving it to cis kids. GEE I WONDER WHY 🤔🤔🤔
Once a teenager reaches adulthood, the full range of options becomes available to them in terms of trans healthcare so long as they meet the requisite psychological and social requirements.
Now there have been cases of teenagers receiving treatment that is, for lack of a better term, ahead of schedule, but these are pretty rare and tend to receive outsize attention because conservatives use them as anecdotes. It's like how, in the 90s, conservatives would point to some horrible murderer and argue that we need more policing and harsher sentences to stop people like that, when in reality, the biggest impact of those policies was that people who committed relatively minor offenses (or in some cases NO offenses) receive extremely harsh punishments. They're cherry picking corner cases and arguing that the whole system needs to be made harsher and more unforgiving to prevent a handful of instances where it failed.
But you know what IS really common? trans teens being *denied* care for arbitrary or outright bigoted reasons. Trans healthcare isn't too permissive in providing treatment to young people, it's the exact opposite: it's too restrictive. That's the real problem with trans healthcare for teens, and that's what people should be concerned about.
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jelliessoap · 6 months
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price x professional baseball player! reader hcs >:]]
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male!reader mdni probably long as shit
this idea has been rotting my brain tbh idk why but it’s so !!!!!!! idk but enjoy mwahahaha ( i love this gif sm )
- would meet after the mlb hosted a game in england.
- he didn’t go, you were having a bit of a tour with your teammates and went to grab a drink after a successful game. you were sat next to him at the bar and he struck up a conversation curious about the matching symbols on your hats.
- “never seen that football team before.”
- when you chuckled at him and answered that it wasn’t football finally hearing your accent he was intrigued and your conversation blossomed from there.
- relationship wasn’t a thought for either of you, you were in complete different countries and had busy schedules. but that didn’t mean you guys didn’t wind up developing feelings as time went on
- you guys were more so friends with obvious crushes
- price started learning more about baseball ( watching your game highlights on youtube )
- couldn’t and wouldn’t tell you much about his job though he mentioned it was military. you didn’t pry too much deciding it wasn’t your place
- you decide to fly him out to watch the first playoff game after he congratulated you on making it, before you even told him might i add. he had the time and figured he could use a small get away even if to america of all places to a crowded stadium. it was worth it to see you again.
- bought your bobble head
- did not care for the game until you took the field
- had no clue what was going on but he was cheering for you
- was so excited when your team won
- met up with you after the game and said it wasn’t that interesting but you saw the shirt he bought with your teams logo on it hiding under his arm
- bonus meeting option is some sort of charity event!
now for actually dating lord
- NO. 1 SUPPORTER!!!
- still has the bobble head from the first game of your he went to. he keeps it on the desk of his study and you’ve caught him smiling at it more time than you could count
- goes to all the games of yours he can.
- you live with him in england during off season but have to move back to the US when the season starts up again.
- you both have busy schedules and unpredictable jobs that require travel and at times spontaneous trips but you manage to stay in communication
- should there be a time say when john has a mission that you can’t reach one another you agreed to write letters and exchange them once he returned
- if he can’t watch your game in person its on a tv at base, if theres no tv it’s on a radio. does he understand any of the terminology despite your countless attempts to explain? absolutely not. but his ears perk up and his attention is grabbed whenever he hears the announcer mention your name, reminding him you were still out there.
- you play worse when john is out on missions because you’re worried about him and hoping he’ll make it home unscathed.
- he noticed this watching back on base once and when he got home he wrote a sweet little encouraging note on your glove/bat
- ‘Always watching, give me a good game, slugger. Be home soon. <3 John.’
- heard the term slugger in an old baseball movie you watched together and insisted on making it your nickname
- rented out your home stadium when he proposed to you
- dugout sex
- felt real damn proud of himself when your last name on your jersey changed to price. ( or was hyphenated! )
- you better believe you’ll be rewarded after a good game
- doggy with your jersey still on
- missionary with your jersey on and open so he can rub on your chest and look you in the eyes while he plows you
- “look at their mvp, crying on my cock— what would your team say luv?” omg who wrote that!!!
- he def has a thing for your uniform. those baseball pants show off your ass perfectly
- if he ever bottomed he’d be a power bottom
- would ride you and wear one of your hats you play in or your helmet if you’re a hitter. rimjobs
- you send him dirty pics in your uniform all the time.
- pics with your jersey unbuttoned, drenched with sweat, baseball pants hanging low and your uniform coved in dirt will have him feral for you.
- he’s just a perfect little supportive hubby thh
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mvniro · 4 months
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 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 CORRUPTION IN YOUR SMILE, ADDICTION IN MY EYES ; an osamu dazai fic. ❞
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . to make up for the disappointment of the sugar daddy!dazai fic, here is the one i had promised on my old account before i accidently deleted it. oops. . . . nope nvm, this one is disappointing as well, sorry. @luvan1 ahhhhh finally found you again!! here is the other version of the sugar daddy fic.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, degradation, blowjob, nsfw, dazai being called "daddy", reader being called "dumb bitch, whore, slut" etc, workaholic!dazai, sugar daddy!dazai, sensitive!reader, crybaby!reader, dazai is into dacryphilia, mean!dazai in some sense ig, everything is consentual, and that's all i can remember tbh.
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the night time may not be a promise of relaxation of body and brain or a time period to rest for everyone but it certainly does charm those who have learnt to see the beauty in the dark with its calming factors.
normally, dazai would not appreciate the stillness and silence his home office is trying to keep him caged in at this hour but right now he has no complaints if working unhealthy hours meant he could keep hearing the producing of the keys of the keyboard everytime the pad of his finger collided with the keys.
yet it was not the typing sounds but the hushed footsteps that actually made him smile.
dazai is aware. too aware. of himself and of others, of the surroundings and of what used to be the surroundings and of those he can see and those he can't.
so to think he won't notice something as minute as soft footsteps as the intention of the one making them is clearly not to bring a disturbance to the serenity.
dazai's fingers stopped typing and his eyes stopped reading through the contract as he had turned his head towards the door which opened and you peaked your head inside,
"did i disturb you daddy?" it only feels appropriate to keep your tone calm and soft at this hour of night as to not disturb the peace the night has to offer.
and although you did, dazai would never let you think so as he shakes his head and beckoned you over with the curl of his index finger and as he watched you smile as you softly closed the door before rushing towards him, dazai could not stop the fondness from being shown on his face in the form of a smile.
he pushed his chair back, turned to face you, leaned back on the chair and manspreaded as if for the purpose of flexing his thighs, his eyes quickly begin to check you out as he deemed your satin shorts and cami top quite sexy yet the moment his eyes rested upon your face and saw the cherry red tinted lips which were jutted upwards in a pout not only made you look quite pure in his eyes but dazai could also feel as if his thoughts are too strong and are luring him into corrupting you to his liking.
dazai raised his hand to clasp it around your wrist after seeing you stand there nervously without as much as moving a limp and after the sight of you batting your eyelashes as you stared at his laptop made you look so preety and desirable in your eyes. he pulled your hand to make you sit on his thigh and immediately, as if warning to restrict your movements even if there isn't any need to, he wrapped his arm around your stomach.
"i don't think you are done with your work though." you mutter out as your eyes are on his laptop screen, back against his chest as you tilt your head back to look at him.
"yeah, you think so?" he smiled like the tiger smiled before pouncing on its prey, dazai's hands grab either sides of your waist as he adjusted you on his thigh and maybe you wouldn't have gulped if you had been wearing your underwear but well, you weren't on dazai's commands and now you feel the friction of his thigh on your cunt and can you really do any thing except waiting and wishing for him to be done with his work quickly so he could just begin rutting into you?
the thought had your cunt clenching around nothing and the man behind you smirked before he leaned forwards to place his chin on your shoulder, using his legs to pull his chair forwards again.
"just need to do some more and then i am all your's, yeah?" you didn't think you would be so reactive but dazai did and this is exactly why he chose to spoke in such a low tone, with a slight purr in his voice and the way you could almost feel his chest vibrate had nearly made you forget your natural breathing pattern, relishing into the pleasure of his breath and tone scarcely feathering the shell of your ear.
you are the naive rabbit and he is the fox who is lulling you to sleep to actually feast upon you or maybe he is the lovesick genie who is hypnotizing you into falling into his clutches as he waits for the moment when you make a wrong wish and ultimately is left to dance in midst of your doom as he leads you.
dazai's hands are the vines wrapping around your body and stopped at your nape which he squeezed, finding nothing but utter joy and enjoyment in making you a breathless mess even without indulging to sexual teasing.
he likes knowing his effect on you, someone he considers human because dazai osamu is a disgrace to the humankind and according to him, he can never be one of them yet oddly enough no one tries to attain this 'humanity' more than him.
but he is the most human of everyone for him who loves, has already attained a part of humanity.
without love their is no humanity and without humanity there is no curiosity to indulge in the mind of humans for everyone thinks they are better and different then the rest.
"be quick daddy." you breath out and if dazai wasn't as close as he is, he might have not even heard you and would just think you were relasing a deep breath but it almost feel pleasurable to have you speak in such a hushed tone, it almost makes dazai think as if your words and the title of endearment and utter devotion you call him with is a secret to be shared with only him as if you only trusted him to confine your secrets, your rawest personality and vulnerability in him.
dazai is a sucker for feeling worthy enough by the beings he is so desperately tries to fit in with.
but he is a selfish man when it comes to you, with others he may be satisfied with a few hours or so but with you, it should be your whole life. to be utterly devoted to him and trying your best to be the one he could find his source of comfort and relaxation in is your declaration to your insecurities to show them your faith in him and to part ways with his old womanizing habits to remain loyal to only one woman even if said woman is his sugarbaby is dazai's ways of showing his utter commitment.
and daddy really never showed you how to love or have enough faith in your loved ones to not think they are leaving at every small or big argument and dazai was never a fan of commitments for he didn't understand the purpose of it.
but here you two are now, the very same people fighting your own cowardice in the same way your brain is fighting your lust which increases as you see him skillfully type.
it was when he moved his finger against the touchpad that lust was finally able to get ahold of you as your thoughts only circulated around one topic ; how would dazai's fingers feel caressing your skin at the very moment, you shifted slightly on his thigh and nearly closed your eyes at the very tiny friction caused.
you bit your lip in nervousness and prayed desperately for dazai to not notice the way your slick is coating your shorts.
dazai tsked upon getting disturbed by these continuously made movements and shifting of your's but he won't deny the way your ass presses against his crotch or how you lean back onto him is not edging him on. and when he placed his hand on your curve and squeezed the flesh, the cold satin on you only added to his limited pleasure.
you could feel sweatbeads forming at your temple and your body wanting to move due to the uncontrollable arousal.
you looked up at dazai to see him deeply invested in his work as his hands nor his eyes rested for a moment but continued to work on and something tells you that this would continue for a while but can you continue as well to remain seated patiently with thoughts of all kind running wild in your mind?
your hands urgently moved to be buried between your thighs as to hide their shakiness or stop them from touching Dazai but the way your cunt clenched, your juices dropping onto him and your constant intervals of shaky breathing between your normal breathing as you remembered all times where his hand was buried till knuckles deep into your cunt.
you lean your head back onto his shoulder when dazai placed a feathery kiss on your exposed shoulder, your eyes closed at the small action and your lust filled body reacted greatly to it, your eyes were screwed shut while your eyebrows furrowed and you let out in a trembling tone the words which would, in a few minutes, urge dazai to close his laptop.
"daddy, 'm so sorry to disturb you," is how you begin as you open your eyes and plead to him with your gaze alone, the neediness in your eyes makes dazai forget to inhale and thus disrupting his respiration, "but i can't anymore. daddy touch me." your voice cracked.
dazai's heart swelled with adoration. his head dipped down to plant a feverous kiss on your chin, feverous in the sense that it infected your body with undeniable lust which was loud and made sure to mess with your mind to the point your attention couldn't be focused on anything except being filled with his fingers or dick, you aren't really in a position to have a preference right now with the current state you are in.
"my baby wants to be touched?" he asked upon enjoying your desperation for him to which you nodded almost immediately, grinding against his thigh to put emphasis on your neediness but dazai tsked, hand leaving his keypad to grab your thigh and squeeze it for a warning instead.
"fucking behave sweetheart. you aren't a needy whore now, are you? you are my baby or am i mistaken?" dazai had raised his eyebrows in mockery as he leaned down near your face, the sight of your teeth sinking down on your lips is too good for him to not drink in with a inexplicable thirst.
"sorry daddy." you whisper out with a voice which is barely above a soft hush as you feel shame settle in on you but it only adds to the fire of lust burning your body. you almost feel like crying in frustration when you saw dazai hum before he went back to his work again, feeling the lust burn your body and your pussy throbbed for attention.
yet you didn't move for atleast five minutes before tears finally gathered in your eyes and your bottom lip fell victim to the cruelty of your teeth all because you don't want them to slip up and make a mistake of letting the sobs and sniffles buring in your throat to slip out of your lips.
yet your attempt is futile as a sniffle is what makes dazai's fingers to freeze before he looks at you, his pretty baby sitting on his lap all hot and bothered given by the tears in your eyes and dazai's lips twitched before he smirked, bringing his hand closer to your face to swipe at the tear flowing down your cheek, his hand then makes its journey between your thighs where your hands were caged in and he purposely rubs the finger dangerously close to your pussy.
"baby no," he coos, teasingly caressing your cheek, "why are you crying? is something wrong or are you really a slut throwing a tantrum because she doesn't have a dick inside her?" dazai's voice is light yet seductive
you do not reply in any form but only sniffle again, big and fat tears threatening to drop down your cheeks and it makes dazai sigh in faux sympathy.
"fine --" dazai began and parted your thighs, "-- play with yourself for me, till i am done, yeah?" he had said and flicked at your pussy with his index finger only for one purpose, to feel how wet you were and he found himself getting satisfied after checking so discretely but you weren't.
just when you thought he was finally going to give you what you want, to abandon his work to focus his attention on you and to make his laptop jealous by having his serene brown eyes on your nude form, dazai busted your bubble of imagination by playing hard to get.
you wanted to shake your head as a no, be a brat and throw a tantrum knowing how much he enjoys your antics but you didn't, rather, you couldn't given the current state of your body so you nodded, sniffling as your eyes fell down on your lower body in defeat.
"you are so mean to me when i am nothing but good and sweet to you." you let out your words in a mumble as you complained to the older man about his behavior, the man who did not look away from the laptop screen but only hummed to let you know your complaint reached his ears, the flat of his palm rested on your hip as he tapped the back of his index finger on it as a silent gesture to tell you what to do, as if his fingers are the script which you memorized and have to act on it now.
you slightly lifted your hips from his thigh to hook your finger around your shorts, pulling it down and once it lowered down to your hips, dazai took the lead as he shoved the clothing article down to let it pool at your ankles, he made you sit again by grabbing your now bare hip and harshly pulling you down -- all while his eyes remained glued to the technology in front and if only dazai knew how he had the ability to make you envy inanimate objects, you wonder what he would do with such knowledge.
your finger hovered above your glistening cunt as your eyes fell upon the screen of his laptop before you tilted your head up up look at dazai who at the very moment bit his lip as he glared at the screen after processing the words shown and his brain worked quickly to pinpoint the mistake and on how to solve it -- but him and his work is none of your concern, your concern and your attention is the way your pussy clenched again in a angry and mean way to ask for his attention but you know you won't be getting any of it soon and so your own attention was for substitute for his.
you looked down and your finger hovering above your clit finally inched closer to touch your folds, the cold fingertip making you part your lips at the sensation you were greedily aware of the very moment your skin touched your fold. your finger moved up and down to rub your slick on your skin more but what normally would bring you pleasure, tease you, edge you on isn't doing its functions now and is rather just doing a good job in adding to your frustration so your finger quickly inched downwards before you shoved it in your entrance. not caring enough to build up arousal for it was already reaching its peak, you just needed to feel something thrusting in and out of you, touching all the spots which made you arch your back and loose your mind and you just wanted to feel dazai's hands all over you, lips kissing at every portion of skin they could reach.
dazai had to momentarily pause when your finger entered your pussy with a wet squelch and it resonated in his ears due to the otherwise silence in the room but he had to take a few breaths to divert his mind away from your shaking form on top of him, he had work to do, he couldn't be thinking about neglecting it to care for your cunt and the things he would want to do with it.
he should not stop his work to glance down at you adding a second finger but he did anyway, and he told himself he won't anymore and that his focus would be only on his laptop for till the last of his work is completed.
the task however proved to be especially hard when you leaned your head back on his shoulder, lips parted to let out whines as your fingers increased their pace yet no matter how much you tried to curl and uncurl them, pull your fingers out till the tip is only remained inside before shoving your fingers back in, you couldn't touch the gummy spot which would drive you mad.
this frustrated you even more. you closed your eyes with a hiss leaving your lips to let the ears of the working man catch onto your frustration and for the last time you tried to shove your fingers deeper into you yet the same result and empty feeling from before welcomed you.
giving up on attaining pleasure of any kind tonight or atleast for the next hour or so, you pulled your slick covered fingers out after which you tried to sit straight and open dazai's drawer to take tissues out to cleanse yourself of your failed attempt at gaining bliss, you felt like a rabbit being tangled into the net of the hunter with the way dazai's hands shutted down his laptop before wrapping one of the said hands around your stomach while the other got a hold of your wrist and raised it to his mouth, parting his lips before he took in your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirled around the digits as he tried to suck in all the possible juice he could before pulling your fingers out of his mouth with a nasty wet 'pop' sound.
dazai lazily looked down at you and a lecherous desire traveled down your spine upon gazing into the eyes which could rival a siren and the way he lazily smirked?
osamu dazai, you are temptation, aren't you?
dazai guided your hand towards your clit again before guiding your thumb to rub at your folds and outer lips, the action wasn't what made you gasp for air in a breathless manner but the sensation of dazai guiding you into the palace of corruption while wearing the crown of an angel is.
"dirty bitch. for someone desperate for a fuck, you sure don't know how to pleasure yourself, what makes you think you can pleasure me?" he taunted, smirking devilishly while his eyes were half lidded as if to let the observer perceive it as a bored look but the hunger dripping down the edge of his eyes as it originated from his temple in the form of a sweat bead told you that the invitation of foment wasn't accepted by only you but by him as well who is trying to act indifferent to it.
"don't be mean." you softly mutter out, looking down to see dazai guiding your thumb towards your inner thigh and he hummed before raising his hand to caress your lip and pull on it with his thumb.
"you don't like being called my dirty bitch? wanna be my good baby?" he muttered as he leaned his head down towards your ear, "kneel," demanded the man who pushed his chair back with his heel before he leaned back and began to drum his fingerpads against the armrest of his leather chair while you got up from his lap, turned around and nodded at his previous asked question before you kneeled infront of him as your hands found and grabbed on his thighs to support yourself before you placed your chin on his knee to look up at him.
"but good girls don't get so needy, do they?" dazai raised his eyebrows in utter amusement.
"you were the one who called my your good girl during dinner, are you going back on your words now?" you mutter with a smile and dazai's lips twitched in amusement before he leaned forwards before leaning down towards your face, drumming his fingers on the curve of your jaw.
"well i am not exactly going back on my words but rather questioning if you actually do deserve the title. i think i may just need a small proof to make sure you really are my good girl, no?"
the floor beneath you felt cold yet your body was clouded by the fire left by dazai's index finger trailing the length of your jaw before your eyes fell upon his other hand which fiddled with his sweatpants to let his dick be free and did you really not see it rising up to let its arousal be known to the world? were you really so into trying to achieve your pleasure that you didn't notice the hardening of his cock? well dazai didn't make you sit on his thigh for no reason after all.
"i am, aren't i?" you smile up at him, tilting your head but dazai had grabbed your jaw to tilt your head back to look straight up at him while the other hand pumped his cock up and down a few times.
"good girls do exactly as they are told to," he began before he leaned back on the chair again and got comfortable, beckoning you up with his finger and you obeyed for aren't you his good girl, his good baby, who he can come to after a hectic day?
you raised yourself on your knees, arms on his thigh as you hoisted yourself up before you parted your lips to make dazai smile at the obedience which he always appreciated and found attractive.
staring at him patiently with your lips parted is a sight that made dazai to greedily try and grasp for the oxygen around him for the bony hands of lust choked him.
grabbing a hold of your jaw in a desperate attempt to calm the beating of his heart, dazai pulled you forwards before shoving his dick in your mouth.
you enclosed your lips around his dick as one hand tightened its hold on his thigh to feel some sense of stability in this otherwise shuddering due to lewdness state you are in, your other hand went to wrap around the length of his cock which didn't get the pleasure to be inside your mouth.
your eyes screwed shut as you focused or rather tried your best to perform the act of submission and of pleasure in which the receiver is the same man who you gave your first to and the same man who taught you to give a head, your tongue swirled over the tip and slit of the man who plucked the flower with in you and rather embedded his seeds in its place, the seeds of corruption and the flower of inexperience and innocence.
dazai hissed, tilting his head back on the chair as he could not tolerate to see your cheeks puffed up due to him and his dick, hand trying its best to pump his dick to inflict the maximum pleasure that you have to offer without feeling a need to coo at you and your efforts, adoration is all the man has when he sees you anyway.
"if you were that desperate to be fucked, you gotta show you deserve it or are you just a bratty, nasty bitch who wants everything at her fingertips?" provoking isn't the intention but rather the goal is to bully you to the edge of the cliff of your calm composure before you become a crying mess and that's when dazai will pick you in his arms and fuck you all while he whispers sweet nothings in your ears.
his words worked in the right way and hitted the right sensitive spots as he could see an increase in the way your head bobbed and combined with your hand moving and the other digging painfully hardly into his thighs had dazai releasing a soft whine.
"fuck, shit. such a good bitch but do you think this would be enough to be my good girl?"
oh lord, dear lord, do you exist or is this heaven dazai is in just another wonder of the human mind when it reaches a new state of ecstasy because dazai clearly did not expect fireworks of satisfaction to have a show in his stomach.
one hand pumping his dick up and down while the other raised itself to not miss out on the fun, fondling with his balls while your weight was now hopefully being supported or well tried to be supported by your breasts which were exactly against dazai's knees and everytime your moved your head which lead your  body to be moved as well, your hardened nipples through the satin top teased him.
yet is he dazai if he doesn't turn the situation around in his favor?
"fuck, do i really gotta teach you how to suck me again? maybe i should just use you like a whore till  i cum, huh? would that be ideal? you would like it though, won't you? you are just hungry for dick after all like a starved whore." dazai tuts before grabbing a hold of your jaw again and with the way his hand always finds the curve of your jaw, you may begin to think his hand belongs over there.
as he pulled you to take more of his length into your mouth, both of your hands immediately left their task to grab his thighs as to not fall on his stomach face first, your jaw being the controller dazai controlled to move you back and forwards but this insane pace and the way his tip hits your throat activated your gag reflex and as you gagged, dazai snickered.
his knee began their own assault as he nudged his knees towards your breasts to make them squish against each other before resting in its original position and again repeating the process.
"what a good bitch letting me use her like a toy." dazai sighed out, the hold on your jaw now began to hurt just the tiniest bit to be an indicator on how the bruises left by him will be prominent to the naked eye later.
a pornographic type of moan left his lips when your hand found itself wrapping around his dick again and pumping up and down but now as a student following it's instrumental mentor as your hands tried to keep up and match the rhythm of his hand on your jaw.
"what a good girl, fuck, my good girl." dazai moaned again when you tried to whine but the vibration made it all the more pleasurable for him.
the night is peaceful and serene but the way your body is moving up and down in tune with dazai's guidance, the small breaths, gasps and occasional moans he lets out, the wet sound produced by his dick in your mouth and the way dazai could feel your breasts being pushed against his body in order to stay in the position you are in right now which consists of you being on your knees, practically upper half of your body pulled onto his lap and the gags and whines you released into the atmosphere around to let them travel to dazai's ears and turn him on even more -- made the night anything but peaceful in the office room which had let go of its serenity the moment you stepped inside the room for it already knew how the night would take a turn for you two.
dazai gasped when your grip on his thigh tightened to the point he could feel your fingertip trying to almost enter his skin and he was sure it would not only leave marks but blood drops as well and this is what drove him over the edge and to drive him to increase his pace, the knot in his stomach felt more alive then ever now and dazai finally looked down at you to see drool dripping the side of your mouth, gasps and short breaths leaving your lips.
your grip on his thigh tightened only more as you felt tears pricking your eyes and dazai noticed. how could he not when he was wating for this exact moment?
"you crying?" dazai asked in an almost teasing tone, a breathy chuckled gracing your ears when it departed from his lips, "sorry baby, but your tears only make me wanna ruin you more."
he pulled your head almost as near as possible to have as much as of his length can enter in your mouth, you felt your mouth burn but soon were to be thankful for the man who pulled you back before slamming his dick in you again and the way he moaned in a high pitched voice made you begin to rub your thighs together.
every action has an equal and opposite reaction, no?
the equal action was dazai also reaching his high, feeling the knot in his stomach stretching in two directions; the opposite reaction was however him pulling you on his dick as much as your mouth allowed you to before pushing your head back a few times and this made your vision blur with tears as your own arousal didn't feel pleasant anymore but rather hot needles pricking your skin.
"shit, what a good bitch of mine. gonna make you suck me everyday till your mouth gets used to me, okay?"
you whined again and this was the final cheery on top along with the perfect moment when as dazai pushed you away from his dick till only his tip remained inside, you had licked his tip with your tongue and when dazai pushed you onto his dick again; his knees which were previously teasing and trying to play with your breasts, began to shake as your hand pumped his dick.
feeling his balls tighten, dazai groaned before he felt your mouth decreasing in space as it sucked his dick as hardly as possible and not too long after, ropes of thick cum shooted from his dick and dripped out of your mouth. dazai pulled his dick out of your mouth to watch in fascination as his cum drizzled all over your face and chest.
and as dazai watched his cum drip down your chin and onto your chest, while you tasted the one near your lips by swiping it with your tongue, he was overcome by this sudden urge on which he acted on by extending his hand to grab his phone from the table as he quickly opened the camera app.
"fuck, you look so good. makes me wanna do things to you which you aren't ready for --" dazai clicked a picture before immediately tossing his phone on the table to look down at your chest heaving up and down as tears finally flowed down from your eyes as you harshly rubbed your thighs together to create friction.
"-- oh my good baby, you were so good for me so why are you crying now? come to daddy and let me make you feel good too, yeah?" dazai cooed as he pouted in faux sympathy and as you sniffled while nodding, dazai felt his dick hardening again.
"sit on the floor and spread your legs for me baby," he demanded and watched as you quickly sat down before parting your legs open and then looking up at him.
the sight of you sitting on the floor, clothes messed up as your face was covered by his cum and your tears along with his heaving chest, dazai smirked before nudging his soaked foot near your inner thigh and watched you whine out.
the erotic sight satisfying the corrupted and making the corruptible addicted to this thrill.
"daddy, want you! please touch me now!" you drawl out, begging as you try to hump yourself against his foot.
"should i?" dazai teased you who was being tormented by your own arousal and you sobbed softly which made dazai breath heavily, "of course i should, you were so good f'me after all baby. sucking me off so good, you really are my good girl. always doing what i am asking."
he raised you to stand at your feet before he guided you to sit on his dick, hissing as your cold pussy (due to being bare all this while) swallowed his dick and he leaned forwards to lick his cum and tears dropping down your face, all while you whined at finally feeling the warm sensation of his cock entering your aching hole, how grateful you are right now cannot be measured but felt due to how every cell in your body is basically floating in the sea of pleasure.
"gonna make sure you remain my good girl your entire life. shit, you drive me mad. you are so addicting that i just can't help myself but want to ruin you, to corrupt you." whispering against your ears should have made you smile in shyness but the way dazai pinched your nipple through the satin top, you aren't sure if you even heard him properly, back arching to which dazai laughed at.
"you are so mean to me." you sniffle, raising your hand with the intention of pinching his neck but at the same moment, dazai thrusted upwards and your same hand immediately grabbed his forearm as you moaned out.
"yet you like it, no? i can feel you gushing out baby, god you are so wet." he snickered, referring to your slick which trailed down your inner thighs to strain his sweatpants but you didn't care for all your mind focused on was his dick trapped between your walls, the length feeling you up and touching places your own fingers couldn't.
"please fuck me, fuck me harder. just wanna be your dumb girl." you sniffle as the tears for some reason are on a display on your eyes for dazai to admire as if they were the art and he is the artist, your hands traveled before resting on the middle of his chest as you gripped his shirt, looking at him and the sight made something, perhaps restraint, snap within the chambers of dazai's body.
the chair was pushed a bit backwards as dazai stood with you still on his lap, hands under your thigh and gripping your ass cheeks to hold you before he settled you down on his cold table, he leaned forwards to grab his laptop, opening the drawer in which he placed his laptop inside before slamming the drawer shut as if he is in a hurry and cannot care enough to be gentle or patient with other trivial matters when you are sniffling on his dick, trying to move yourself but his hand grabbing your knee had restrained you.
dazai turned back to look at you before he grabbed your jaw again and made you to lean back down on the cold table, his other hand making you spread your legs before he looked down at you and smirked, "you want to be fucked? beg for it then, my filthy bitch. and if i don't feel as if you are being sincere, i won't be touching you so you better get those preety tears rolling down, yeah? they aren't just for decoration now, are they? fucking use them to beg. cry and beg for me, baby." and with the completion of his demand, dazai thrusted into you once to let you taste the pleasure which is right infront of you, laughing at your small moan before he stopped moving to tell you to begin, hands holding your hips.
and if there is something dazai taught you, it's to know when and how to beg for something expensive and how to beg for him.
━━━━━━━ 💋 end.
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masshysteri4 · 7 months
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Twisted wonderland Overblot gang with a Goth S/O
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X reader, reader is yuu, reader is goth, GN reader
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Riddle Rosehearts
・Screamed when you first met
・not really but he DID stare a lot
・like 😟
・when you first met he got onto you a lot about the dress code, but as time went on he got more lenient
・when dating he learned to love it
・your nickname would go from sweetie to bat
・just keep up with your grades and he won't say much
・not even gonna TOUCH the music portion
"You look like you just got back from Dracula's Funeral"
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Leona Kingscholar
・yeah he's one of them that say "I wanna goth gf" but ACTUALLY mean goth
・when you first met bro was starstruck
・his contempt went down a little, but not much he's still mean 😡
・don't even THINK about asking him to help with makeup or any of the sorts
・too lazy
・will definitely buy the supplies tho
・drag him shopping, hell get something for himself and make you show him everything
・listens to the bands you like, pretends he doesn't like them but he legit does
"This band sucks... No you didn't find this in my playlist WDYM"
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Azul Ashengrotto
・How bout you sign right here and hell supply everything 🥰
・it was a contract you love him forever
・honestly depends on what type of goth you are hell either love it or not care as much
・for example loves victorian goth, but trad goth not worth much
・hell never insult your style tho
・he applauds you for having the confidence to dress like that
・the music he's not too fond of, but he doesn't care if you play it or listen to it, he'd probably favor mor popular bands like the cure
"No I don't want to listen to Scarey Bitches, get back to work"
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Jamil Viper
・"same tbh"
・he would totally go all out goth if he could
・but alas he has a reputation to uphold with Kalim and all
・loves the music but it more of a fan of gothic lit
・specifically ghost stories
・knows how to do the makeup so you both could do eachothers
・any piercings? He's in love, I hc he has snake bites so if you have any, or get any, you could match
"Sup my acid bath princess of darkness"
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Vil Schoenheit
・well at least you put effort into your appearance
・jk he would love you anyway
・but he would prefer you tone it down a little
・not to be mean but like everyone on this list he has a reputation to uphold, he just cares about it more
・wants to know how to do the makeup tho, so please teach him
・he loves the lit and surprisingly he likes the music
" I am fine with the white base, however did you HAVE to add that poofy hair"
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Idia Shroud
・you're the goth to his emo 🥰
・show him the music, he loves it, will show you emo music in turn
・dress eachother up as eachothets styles, it's a nice change of pace for him
・not a fan of goth lit, he doesn't read except for fanfics soooo
・helps you order your stuff online, won't go out in public even to a goth store
"Omg how much robux did that outfit cost"
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Malleus Draconia
・bro know what Gothic lit is but didn't know there was a style and music style behind it
・"wow we have similar ways of clothing ourselves"
・honestly not much to say abt him
・he knows were poor so hell supply us
・hell listen to anything you tell him abt
・listens to any goth music you give him RELIGIOUSLY
・he loves Gothic architecture and Gothic comes from that sooo
"Wow we both look like we crawled out of a tomb!"
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YAAAY 2nd post (^o^) how did I do this time?!
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lycheeloving · 2 months
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Another multiverse yandere!Bruce fic, with special guest the Flash! It kind of got away from me and Bruce isn't even in this a lot... but I still love it tbh
again, i imagine this being at a time where you've been with Bruce for some time and have mostly accepted that you won't be getting away from him
Once again warning for typical yandere stuff, kidnapping, implied past noncon, minors dni. Oh and gn reader!
You're in the Batcave, sitting on Bruce's lap while he's typing away on his Batcomputer, researching something. He's in full Batman costume, which is hard and uncomfortable to sit on, but at least you're only sitting there and "warming him up" (as he puts it), instead of cockwarming him. Gotta be grateful for the little things. Actually, it's more like he's warming you up, because the suit must be warmer than what you're wearing (which isn't a lot), but, whatever, same difference.
At some point he pushes you off, stands up, growls out a "Don't touch anything, I'll be back soon," and proceeds to rush out of the cave in the Batmobile. Did he just leave you alone in the cave? Right next to all of his gadgets and the supercomputer?? You consider trying to contact the outside world for a second before coming to the conclusion that this must be a test, no way is he leaving you here alone if there's actually a way for you to get help! Probably.
Right as you've decided not to touch anything, the screen starts flashing with: "Incoming Video Call: Batman". What? Is he seriously calling you now? He's definitely trying to trick you into touching something, just so he'll have an excuse to punish you. No way are you falling for that! You're absolutely not going to push the button that would accept the call, even though it's glowing so enticingly... Also, what if he really needs your help (even though you have no clue what you could do to help Batman) and will punish you for not answering? Or better yet, he's seriously injured and you'll get to watch him die. That thought gets you to accept the video call.
...That's not Batman.
You stare at the guy who called you, and he's staring right back at you, seemingly just as confused as you are. Is that the Flash?? Isn't he supposed to be dead?
"...You're not Batman," he mumbles mostly to himself, then starts talking a bit louder. "I mean, I guess you could be Batman? I just was expecting you to look like more like my Batman. Not that he's my Batman, just, the Batman from my universe, I mean. Sorry. Are you Batman? You could totally be Batman, and just not be wearing the suit at the moment!"
"...I'm not ...Batman, he's... out, right now. You're the Flash, right? How are you- Why did it say Batman was calling? Wait, what do you mean by your universe??" This is too much information for you to process at the same time.
"Oh! Um, I'm from a parallel universe! Bruce somehow got his computer to be able to contact people in other universes and I'm pretty sure he built a portal thing, too... Anyways, I'm in the Batcave right now because Bruce is still on his way back and sent me ahead to call you, or, well, your Batman, to 'save some time', but I guess that was useless because Batman isn't here..." He stops rambling for a second, before adding: "Also I'm beginning to think Bruce just wanted to get rid of me, nothing we're doing currently is that time sensitive, and-"
"Wait, back up, did you say portal?" You cut him off before he can start monologuing again, sniffing an opportunity for escape. "Hypothetically, if someone were to go through that portal, could they stay in the other universe indefinitely, or would the universe or the person that went through the portal start falling apart or something...?"
"I don't think there's any issues with staying in a parallel universe! It's pretty cool, actually, the-" He stops himself from saying anything else. "Wait, who are you? I probably shouldn't be telling you all this. Are you, like, in a relationship with Bats? I mean, who else could get into the cave. And you're not wearing villain-who-broke-into-Batmans-lair clothes... or sidekick clothes..." He mumbles the last part to himself.
You can't stop staring at him. Just who is this guy? In spite of the weirdness of the situation it's actually really refreshing to be able to talk to someone who isn't completely stoic all the time (and hasn't kidnapped you). "I guess relationship is the most accurate? I mean, being kidnapped, locked up and kept as a fucktoy is a type of relationship, right?"
You say it as nonchalantly as possible, watching for his reaction to see if he thinks kidnapping people is normal, but it's looking good for you, because he's gaping like a fish out of water. "Y- Youre- by Batman? Bruce? That's- I don't-" He stutters, before awkwardly chuckling. "Ohhh, you're joking, right? You got me good, I almost believed you... Ha ha..." He doesn't seem entirely convinced.
You stare at him unblinkingly. What must his Batman be like for him not to believe you? Certainly nicer than yours. "Look, believe whatever you want, but could you do me a favor and open that portal? Bruce said he'd be back soon and I'd rather not be here when that happens, because he told me not to touch anything and instead of listening to him I answered your video call. He'll be super mad at me. Oh and this is the only real chance of escape I've ever gotten so I'd like to take it, please."
Something about the way you said it must have convinced him to believe you, as he mutters a quiet "...Alright," and before you can blink, he skids to a halt behind you through the already opened portal. Well, at least there's no doubt about him being the Flash, that was fast!
"Whew, that portal thing was harder to activate than I thought!" Thank god for super speed, you didn't even realize he was struggling with it. "So, um, what now? Do you just... come with me to the other Batcave?"
You look at him with stars in your eyes. Is this what it's like to be rescued by a superhero? You could cry, are you actually going to escape? No, not yet, you might trust him, but what about the other Batman in his universe?
"Sorry, just, are you sure your Batman isn't, like, secretly evil? Not keeping anyone locked up in his stupid manor?" He shakes his head vigorously. "I'm sure! He wouldn't- I know him, he would never even think about kidnapping anyone! And I definitely would know if there was someone locked in his manor, I've run through every room in his place way too often as to not have noticed someone trapped in there. He's a good guy, just, kind of stoic. And he hates fun. But he wouldn't hurt a fly! You know, unless it's an evil fly that needs to be stopped..."
Hm. Yeah, your Batman definitely hurts you sometimes and you're 99% sure you're not a supervillain or otherwise evil. "That sounds... convincing enough." You remember your shock bracelet and gesture towards it. "Um, could you please take this off of me first, before we go? It shocks me as soon as it detects that I've left the manor, and I don't want to find out if a parallel universe manor counts..."
He tries his best not to look as shocked as he feels while he inspects it carefully, then goes: "Um, wait a second, let me just-". He disappears and reappears in a flash. "So, I checked to see if maybe there's a manual for this thing somewhere, but I couldn't find anything. So I went through the entire manor, and guess what else I didn't find... Alfred!!" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I guess that's what made your Batman so unhinged, sometimes I think Alfred is the only thing left standing between Batman and utter darkness..." This Alfred guy must be a total ray of sunshine then, you can't wait to meet him.
"So, what are we going to do about the shock bracelet, then? I'd rather not be in pain the entire time, but if you can't get it off that's still fine, as long as I can come with you..." "Oh, um, let me just-" Again, faster than you can blink he does something and the bracelet falls away from your wrist. Unfortunately, right as it hits the floor, an alarm goes off in the cave. Shit. You both grimace at each other, you should have know that the bracelet would send some kind of signal to Bruce as soon as it's no longer connected to you.
"Can you somehow disable his portal-making machine so he can't immediately follow us? Because I think we should leave right now, he's probably on his way back already!" You immediately go through the portal, not wanting to wait any longer. Even if Bruce can follow you, you'll have people protecting you on the other side. You think you can hear the Batmobile returning. Shit.
"Yeah, I should be able to-" You close your eyes and when you open them again, the portal to your universe is gone. A weight falls off your shoulders. "I messed with some wires on the other side, which closed the portal, but I was able to get back here just in time before it fully closed. He shouldn't be able to follow us. At least not immediately, he probably knows how to fix it, but this should buy us some time."
"Thank you so much. And I'm glad you made it back, I wouldn't want you to end up like the other Flash..." You sigh in relief. "The- What? What happened to the other Flash??" "Oh! Um, he's dead." You grimace sheepishly. "Sorry, that must be weird to hear."
His face goes pale. "You know what? I'm not even gonna ask what happened to him. I don't want to know. No, wait, I do want to know, how did he- No, don't tell me, whatever I say, do not tell me what happened to him."
You go to respond, but are interrupted by a sudden, loud: "Flash! Who is that?"
You flinch at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him. The Batman. Bruce Wayne. He only sounds like that when he's really angry. Your entire body screams at you to run and hide, or better yet, to apologize and beg. You've learned that hiding from him is pointless. He always finds you, and it only makes things worse. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes, while he eyes you suspiciously. It's not him, you remind yourself. It's not him. He just looks the same.
He stops looking at you and turns to Flash instead. "You were supposed to contact the other Batman, not kidnap some terrified civilian." The Flash looks insulted for a second, before responding with an indignant: "Actually, I'm not the one who kidnapped them!". Batman narrows his eyes, then sighs. "Just explain why you thought it was a good idea to let a stranger into the Batcave."
You take half a step behind Flash before he begins explaining. "Turns out your other Batman kept them locked up! Your source for information and help is a kidnapper! Why are you even working with that guy? Did you know?" To his credit, Batman actually looks guilty after hearing that. "I didn't know, but I have to admit, I didn't look into him as much as I could have. Should have. Usually I look into every single detail of someone's life before working with them, but him looking and acting exactly like me must have made me lower my guard. It won't happen again, I assure you." He looks at you apologetically. Well, as apologetic as the Batman can look, which isn't very much, mostly he just looks stoic. But still, not an expression you've ever seen on your Batman, nor something he would ever say. You calm down a bit. This guy won't hurt you.
"So, um, is there anything we can do to stop him from following us?" You speak up quietly. "I mean, Flash messed with his portal machine or whatever it's called, but that won't stop him forever! He's obsessed with me, he won't just give up!" You start panicking again, maybe you were wrong to think you could ever be free.
"We'll think of something, I promise. We'll keep you safe. You have the whole Justice League on your side." The Flash nods in agreement to Batmans statement. You tentatively start feeling hopeful again, even if this doesn't work out, you'll at least have gotten a taste of freedom.
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zzleeper · 2 days
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Good.
Jason Todd x Nurse!Reader
MAJOR hurt/comfort
authors note: tbh i do not put as much effort as i should when i write these fics so pls forgive any errors. ty to the internet for providing me with tutorials on how to heal burns :)
ALSO this happens after the end of under the red hood. if you dk what happens basically the building everyone is in explodes and jason is probably incredibly emotionally vulnerable
CW: wounds and burns
words: 2227 . playlist/vibes
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There’s the squeak of your window opening, and despite the fact you know it’s Red Hood, you pick up the baseball bat you keep beside your nightstand. 
You had met Red Hood at a side job of yours. As a nurse in Gotham with dogshit pay, sometimes you’ve got to have some more questionable sources of income. You were stitching up some criminal who’d been beaten to half a pulp by Batman in the back of some sketchy club/drug dealing front, and he had caught your eye. Later, you realized he was probably there to fuck with the guys in the area once the men you were patching up started muttering about “The Red Hood” like if they spoke too loud he was going to hear them.
He’d played into your advances, flirting back with as much enthusiasm as you had arrived with. It was flattering having such a fine-ass man show interest in you. It didn’t matter how genuine it was since he had proven how good a lay he could be a week after that when you two had found each other again at another base of operations for another gang.
Every other time he always found you. He probably knew where you lived before you brought him back to your apartment. And he never took the mask off. It was a little weird, how attached to it he was, but it’s Gotham, and you’re fucking with a criminal. You’re lucky that, as far as you can tell, he’s not an escapee from Arkham. He didn’t touch the mask, and you didn’t say anything. Maybe he was super disfigured or something. You didn’t care; he looked good and fucked good, so nothing could’ve been that bad.
Red Hood always left before you’d even fallen asleep. The post-orgasm haze was enjoyable until he untangled himself from you and left without saying goodbye. It was always a silent affair every time he left. He was so committed to leaving that he refused to stay the night during a thunderstorm, deciding to brave thunder and rain instead of sleeping in the same bed with you
It didn’t hurt, but it was a little disappointing. You had never defined your relationship with Red Hood, but you knew he wasn’t interested in anything but sex. You were, though. The dull ache in your chest every time he left was nothing unexpected; catching feelings, or at least thinking you are, is a natural progression of fucking someone once every week or two. It’s a pattern you’ve found forming every time you’ve tried to have a no-strings-attached sort of relationship, even if you haven’t even seen his face before.
Creeping out of your room with socked feet, you shuffle toward your window and flick the light on.
Your bat clatters to the ground, and you can see Red Hood flinch slightly.
“Oh my god, what the fuck happened?” You gasp in shock at the state of the man who’s just broken into your apartment. Red Hood is beaten and bloody and clutching his side. You can see blood oozing out from the gaps between his fingers, but that might just be from how burned his hand is. His mask is just gone. But he’s still wearing a domino mask over his eyes. Bruises bloom everywhere on his face; his eyebrow is sluggishly bleeding into his eye, which is puffing up under the mask. He’s leaning against the wall beside your window, looking more like he collapsed. 
He groans quietly in response as you rush over to him, collapsing on your knees next to him, “Got in an–” He coughs quietly, that’s not good, “An explosion.”
You want to suggest a hospital, but you know that he would immediately refuse and–if he could walk–probably just leave. Talking to Red Hood in vulnerable moments was like coaxing a feral cat.
“Okay,” You mumble, “Okay,” You know how to do this. Maybe with more people and more hospital equipment and not in your apartment, but you know how to do this.
“Alright,” You shuffle next to him and wrap an arm around his torso, maneuvering his arm to rest on your shoulders, “I’m going to lift you on one, okay?”
Red Hood nods, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Hey,” You snap, nudging him with your shoulder, “Stay awake–and deep breaths, alright?” Shuffling into a crouching position, you adjust him slightly, “Three, two, and one,” You both grunt in unison as you lift him up and off the floor, “Up we go, come on.”
Stumbling to the bathroom, you nudge the door open with your hip and carefully sit Red Hood on the toilet with you crouching between his legs. He droops in a way you’ve never seen before. Red Hood has always been so confident, holding himself high, but right now, he looks bone-tired, something sleep can’t fix. 
He feels raw and broken open, something thick with sadness and tragedy oozing out of him, and that’s not just the blood. You cup his cheek to make him look you in the eyes, “Tell me what hurts, honey,” You say, the endearment slipping out as if you’re talking to a patient. Or someone you love.
Red Hood pushes his face into your hand, making your heart squeeze in your chest, “I think I broke a few ribs, definitely a concussion too,” He lifts his hand, it’s bloody and burned, blisters forming in spots that make you cringe, “And my hand is burned like crazy,” He rasps, “Shot my gun with some shit blocking the barrel.”
“Okay, can you take off your shirt, or do you need help?” You ask, standing up to start running the water and grabbing two cloths made from old t-shirts from the hamper next to your tub. Red Hood shakes his head and pulls off his shirt in your peripherals. Glancing over, his chest looks just as bad as you thought it would, with bruises scattered everywhere. It makes your stomach drop just a little more. At least there aren’t any deep abrasions anywhere. 
Once the water warms up enough, you wet the cloths and offer one to Red Hood, resting the other one down on the sink countertop, “Wrap that around your hand and keep it there. I’m going to go get some ice for your ribs,” You say quietly, leaving the bathroom to walk over to the kitchen. 
Why was Red Hood even here? He’s the most secretive person you know, and doesn’t he have an entire gang to patch him up? He must have a lieutenant or something somewhere. You grab the towel you keep in your kitchen and stuff it with ice, heading back to the bathroom where Red Hood awaits you. Honestly, fucking one of the most dangerous men in Gotham and a notorious crime lord was not your brightest idea, but patching him up after he got into a fucking explosion? What the fuck.
This isn’t what you two do, especially with Hood being so vulnerable right now. He’s breaking the boundaries he had firmly set completely on his own.
“Hey,” You say, Red Hood’s leaning back against the toilet, his eyes closed, “Wake up, I’ve got your ice.” Thankfully, he opens his eyes and takes the makeshift icepack with his good hand, pressing it against his ribs with a slight grimace. You pull the t-shirt-cloth off the counter and stand in between his legs to clean his face.
Nudging his chin with your hand to make him look up at you, you peel off the domino mask with some hesitation, but Red Hood just closes his eyes. He rests his head in your hand when you carefully grip his chin to nudge his face in the direction you want. Starting to clean the cut on his eyebrow, you think about how familiar he looks. His eyes look like those you’ve seen before, but you have no idea where.
“What happened?” You ask, wiping the blood off his face as carefully as you can. You know he won’t answer honestly, the few times you two had talked about anything close to emotions he had fled or changed the subject as soon as possible.
“I told you,” Red Hood responds like the avoidant fuck he is, “Explosion.”
You tut, whacking him lightly with your t-shirt-towel, and he huffs good-naturedly, “You know what I fucking meant, dickhead.” You scold, but he just shakes his head minutely in response, a furrow forming between his brows. 
You swipe your thumb over it, soft in a way you two have never been, “You don’t have to tell me, Red. If this is the best way to help, then I’ll fix you up and send you on your way.” 
He takes a shaky breath, and his eyebrows scrunch together more. You’re scared he’s going to stand up and leave your apartment, but he pushes through your hands and presses his forehead into your stomach. He falls apart against you. You can’t tell if he’s crying, but it’s something close.
“Oh, sweetheart,” You mutter, curling a hand into his hair. 
You both stay like that until he calms down, the sobs wracking his body slowing to a stop. Cupping his face in your hands, you push until he looks up at you. 
You don’t have to push very hard. Wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs, you smile sadly down at him. There’s a small wet spot on your shirt.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” You crouch down and start wiping the dirt and blood off his chest, pushing him until he leans against the back of the toilet. Repeating this on his back as well, you try to soothe as best you can with a hand stroking up and down his side with the least bruises.
Once you’re done you pull him around to face you, “I’m going to wash your hair, bandage your hand, and then you’re sleeping for a very long time.”
Red Hood visibly tenses at that, and you level him with an unimpressed stare, “Stay,” You say quietly, resting your hands on his biceps and avoiding his gaze, “I want to watch you if you have a concussion, and I can’t do that when you’re having a seizure in an alleyway because it’s given you brain damage.”
He deflates, but still rolls his eyes, “It’s not that bad,” He argues, “I’ve been through worse.” How bad, he doesn’t say, but from the amount of scars on his chest and back, you can pretty much tell.
You patronizingly pat his cheek, “That sucks for you,” You tease, your hand sliding down to wrap your fingers around his wrist, avoiding the burns on his hands, and gently tug him towards the shower. He follows without protest, and you both sit against the tub as you wait for the water to warm up. It’s calming, sitting beside Red Hood, your sides pressed together.
Once the water is at a heat you deem acceptable; you pull down the showerhead and maneuver Red Hood to kneel over the tub, still icing his ribs, and start washing his ashy hair with generous amounts of shampoo and conditioner. You can feel his breathing slow next to you as you massage his head with your hands, suds falling into the tub under him.
You wring out his hair with a towel and push him back up into a sitting position. Kneeling on the ground, you lean over to pull open the cabinet under your sink and carefully take the first aid kit from its precarious balance on top of your medicine hoard.
Wrapping his burn is easier than you thought, Red Hood pliant and willing under your hands. You do a once over of him and judge him fit to sleep. You lead him out of the bathroom with a hand on the small of his back.
“Sorry, I don’t have any underwear for you,” You whisper, scared to break the quiet vulnerability you two are sharing.
He smiles at you for the first time since he arrived, which really means it’s the first time ever. It’s soft around the corners with exhaustion, and he looks at you for a little while before responding, “It’s okay, I didn’t expect you to,” He whispers back, just as hushed as you.
You chuckle at his late reply, “Your concussion must be pretty bad if it takes you that long to process words,” You goad, slipping under the covers. Red Hood goes to follow after setting his icepack down on the nightstand, but you hold out a hand to stop him, “Pants. Off. I’m not getting your grime and soot all over my clean sheets.”
He smiles brighter, “Well, you could’ve asked nicer,” He huffs, unbuckling his utility belt and letting it fall to the floor. He undoes his real belt and kicks off his cargo pants, nestling down into the sheets with a groan that’s half pain and half satisfaction.
You’re lying on your stomach, your face smushed against the pillow facing Red Hood, who’s lying on his back, as he fucking should, staring up at the ceiling, “Good?” You mumble, more at the pillow than the man beside you, and he laughs slightly, turning his head to look at you.
“Yeah,” He whispers like a secret in the dark of your bedroom, “It's good.”
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Ranpo, Poe, Junichiro, and Oda as bottoms!!
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- What a fucking brat. Like no for real this man is gonna be such a power bottom and so bratty too. Like you have your work cut out for you as his top. 
- This little shit loves playing his mind games and pushing you to your limit! Will be saying things like “Oh? Is that really all you can do?” Just egging you on! 
- Needless to say he won’t ‘shy’ away from some punishment. Probably comes off as bored until you really get him going. This brat will really have the audacity to yawn and check his phone until you really give him what he’s asking for.
- To me Ranpo comes off as the type to be into some kinky shit, honestly between him and Dazai I don’t know who is more kinky. 
- Please pull his hair and make his head crane back, he’ll let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. 
- This man is so out of pocket when it comes to anything, like feel free to choke him and spit in his mouth he’ll love that. 
- Ranpo has no issue demanding what he wants in bed, when you finally work him into a needy state he’ll be begging and directing you without batting a single eye. 
- This man is willing to try almost any kink once, could also see him being in to voyeurism since he’s such an attention whore. 
- Speaking of him being an attention whore he definitely has a praise kink. Call him the best detective in the world and you got him kicking his feet and giggling. 
- Also has a SLIGHT degradation kink call him your pretty little slut and just see what happens! This gross brat is also the type to make you do all the cleaning! 
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- POOOOOOOOOOOE OMG!!! THIS ROMANTIC BITCH BOY IS GONNA BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST BOTTOMS EVER! 
- Hold his slutty little waist while he whimpers and withers around in pleasure! Ya’ll are gonna have a safe word because when this man says stop he doesn’t really mean it.
- Like he’s saying stop because he’s feeling a lot of pleasure but if you actually do stop he’ll whine and look at you as though you just insulted him.
- A messy bottom for sure! Drool is running down his chin and tears are running down his cheeks! 
- Is really into overstimulation, don’t let that boy leave the bed until his legs are jello, I’m telling you with the stress he carries he definitely needs it. 
- The type to have a goofy smile and feel dazed by the end of it. Please hold him and gently run your fingers along his back to bring him back to reality.
- Is a completely embarrassed wreck when he realizes how loud he was. It happens every single time and he tries to keep his voice down but it never works! 
- The noise complaints from the neighbors are never-ending, your apartment owner at this point is threatening to kick you out. 
- You’ve tried using a gag once but well, who would want to muffle Ranpo’s pretty little voice huh?
- That being said ya’ll keep a pillow close by for Ranpo to bite on to for when he’s getting a little too loud. 
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- PILLOW PRINCE!!! This man was made for the bottom life tbh ( I picture him as a switch with a bottom leaning tendencies)
- Has no issue laying back and letting you take complete control, you’ve earned his entire trust the second you two started dating. Don’t be afraid to boss him around he likes that! 
- Treat him gentle though, he’s only slightly kinky, and is surprisingly delicate! He easily bruises so make sure to put that mouth of yours to good work! 
- SENSITIVE! Please don’t make fun of him when he orgasms too quickly, he tries so hard but poor thing isn’t used to feeling so good, not to mention being provided such pleasure from someone he loves.
- Lets face it you milk this man dry and he loves every single second of it, by the end he’s dry orgasming and sobbing from the pleasure. Please have mercy on him! 
- His body has the after trembles and he is CLINGING to you! Stay by his side while his body calms down or he’ll start to cry.
- Once he stops trembling please go run ya’ll a bath, Junichiro really thrives off of the aftercare part.
- Make sure when you bathe together he’s laying in your lap and you’re washing his hair! Careful though because he may fall asleep. 
- Whisper in his ear sweet little things you love about him while you help clean him and please be mindful of your hands. 
- Junichiro will drink up all the love you give him and simply respond with his own words of encouragement while trying to stay awake. 
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- Oda is one of the more silent bottoms that you have to earn the trust of ( Similar to Dazai and Akutagawa) 
- This man has spent so many years taking care of others that he can’t even recall the last time someone had gone out of their way to take care of him. 
- It’s hard to top Oda since he just naturally falls in to the role of taking care of you and topping you. That is unless you specifically tell him that you want to top him he won’t get the hint. 
- Once you do confide your desires with him then he will try his hardest to fulfill them. He wants to provide you with as much happiness as he possibly can.
- Please go slow with him at first, the feeling of you attending to his needs is unusual but not unpleasant. 
- He’s gonna be a bit stiff at first and a little quiet, but once you loosen him up with some kisses he’ll slowly relax. 
- He’s surprisingly a soft bottom, please hold his hands and make sure to look in to his eyes as much as possible, he finds it intimate, he feels vulnerable but he enjoys it and wants to hear you say that you love him. 
- Oda is the type to enjoy giving pleasure as much as he enjoys receiving it so don’t be afraid to sit on his face either! 
- Afterwards he’ll try to get up and take care of the aftercare so you’ll have to put him in his place and remind him that you’re taking care of him tonight. 
- This definitely won’t be the last time you top him, he’ll request to bottom on nights when he’s feeling stressed or tired!
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