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Found Family

summary: In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.

pairing: Bat Family x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 8.2k

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a/n: hello! IT'S FINALLY OUT WOOHOO, it's a bit long but i had a lot of fun writing it. certain characters may be a bit ooc so i do apologize as i'm still getting my footing on how to characterize certain people. let me know what you think! constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated (just pls don't be mean lol)! i left a somewhat open-ish ending because i wanna make this into a series/universe, and will start taking requests for drabbles in this universe, depending on how this is received! - luna :)

reblogs are appreciated!

“I’m in. Robin, what’s your status?” Bruce spoke into the earpiece, swiftly moving through the shadows of the lab. It was a simple mission: get into the lab Lex Luthor had created under Gotham City, collect intel needed to take down said lab, and leave. Unfortunately, it’s never really that simple, is it?

“I’m in, making my way through the west wing, cover is still intact,” Damian muttered back.

“Good. Nightwing?”

“Just entered the center lab, heading down to the bottom level now, haven't been spotted,” Dick said, making his way down the steps, careful to remain silent.

“Good. Remember the objective. In and Out.” Bruce muttered as he continued, searching for the locked file cabinet he was looking for.

“Files located. Ready for extraction” Damian said quietly through the intercom.

“I’ve made it to the bottom level. Requesting immediate backup, there's something here you guys need to see” Dick’s voice echoed through the earpiece, “They’ve made another clone.”

Bruce stopped what he was doing, silently making his way down the hall towards the staircase Dick took around a half hour before, “I'm on my way. Damian?”

“Heading there now. Files are downloaded.”

Upon arriving at the lower level, Dick bypasses security to let them in, making sure to reactivate the lock behind them, “Look.”

He gestured to the incubation tube not far from them, inside of it stood a young woman, who looked no older than 20, wearing a black skin-tight suit, a familiar “S” symbol adorning her chest, only it was the center of another symbol, the bat symbol, with bat ears at the top and bat wings on either side of it, a dark burgundy color with gold lining along the edges. The plaque below the tube read:

Attempt 1: G6B24

Specimen 1: Superman (Identity: Unknown)

Specimen 2: Batman (Identity: Unknown)

Status: Failed - Shows excessive signs of emotional intelligence (unfit for purpose), Subject is not invulnerable, Lacks thermal vision

‘Emotional Intelligence’ you must have shown hesitation, a moral compass.

“Father… what are we going to do?” Damian asked, he was at a loss, part of him felt slightly threatened, if you were taken in, he would no longer be the only child related to Bruce by DNA, and you were older, stronger— perhaps you would take his place, the place he’d finally felt he truly belonged; however he remained silent, his past self likely would have attempted to argue against your rescue, but he’d grown, he knew deep down you deserved a chance at this life just as much as he did.

Bruce looked up at your unconscious figure, at a loss for words, you were his daughter, intentional or not, there was a part of him in you, he only hoped that part wouldn't screw you over for life. As surprised as he was, he had an obligation to you the same way he did with Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Barbara, Duke, Damian, and every other vigilante he had taken under his wing.

His Batman instincts kicked in very quickly though, immediately refocusing himself, reading through the files, in an attempt to prepare himself for any possible scenario, he turned to Dick.

“Find all the DNA samples they have belonging to both me and Superman, we’re taking them,” he said, making sure to not hyper-focus on the thoughts flooding his mind.

“We’re not just leaving her here, are we? The plaque says ‘failed’. Who knows what could happen to her?” Dick said, he was frustrated.

Conner had gotten a chance to build a life for himself. You deserved one too, the mere thought of Bruce wanting to leave you there angered him.

“She’s coming with us. Damian, watch the door, Dick, find the samples," Bruce said gruffly, moving to the tube, bypassing the database to open it, without setting off any system safeguards. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out his shard of kryptonite, just in case it was needed to neutralize you.

The tube opened slowly, a swoosh sound filling the air as the cold fog escaped the tube, spilling into the air, your eyes fluttering open as you looked around, your eyes focusing on him.

You flew at him, full speed, pushing him against the wall with a thud, knocking the wind out of him, your eyes boring into his, glowing red, just as you were about to terminate him with your heat vision, he uttered the safe word he had seen in your file.

“Blue Pineapple” he grunted out, the red in your eyes fading away instantly, as you stared at him with wide eyes. You backed away slowly, lowering yourself to the floor. Your eyes fixed on him once again.

You recognized him from your programming, the man whose combat skills were engraved into your mind.

“Batman?”

Dick and Damian rushed over, making sure Bruce was okay. He was fine.

Dick turned to you, holding out his hand, “Come with me. We need to get you out of here, you aren’t safe here.”

You stared at him, your eyes narrowing, “Why should I trust you?”

Dick sighed, Those damn Wayne genetics, he kept his hand extended to you, “Because we’re helping you escape, if you come with us, you can meet Superman, be a hero just like him and Batman, you could actually see the world” he promised.

"I know what the world looks like." you stated bluntly.

He sighed, his hand not wavering, "But have you ever experienced it? Let us show you what that's like. You can have a life."

You thought for a moment, before letting out a small grunt, nodding at him and taking his hand, allowing them to lead you out of the lab grounds seemingly undetected.

When you stepped out, you stopped, eyes completely transfixed on the brilliant night sky. Blends of blues and purples and grays danced together to make the beautiful endless abyss above you. You knew every color there was. You knew everything, but at the same time you really didn't. You stared up at the stars, you knew how they came to be, you knew every scientific explanation there was yet seeing them… it made you feel a way you couldn’t explain.

They led you to the batmobile, situating you in the back seat with Damian, starting the drive to the Batcave. Bruce dialed Clark’s number into the keypad, it rang twice before he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Meet me in the Batcave. It’s urgent. Bring Conner.”

“What’s going o-”

He hung up.

Dick covered his mouth to hide his snicker, “So, Bruce, you and Clark have an official love child now, right? What will Lois think?” he feigned concern, placing the back of his hand over his forehead, committing to the drama, “Oh, how scandalous, I mean really, the shame! I can already see the headlines ‘Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne turned common whore after breaking up happy metropolis family’”

Damian covered his laugh with a cough.

You looked at the three of them, utterly confused, still processing what was going on.

Bruce huffed, shooting them both a glare, “Dick, be mature.”

Dick smiled, “I can't help myself, just wait til Jason finds out.” He smiled in excitement, as they pulled into the side entrance of the Batcave.

Bruce let out a deep, tired sigh.

Clark sat in silence in the Batcave, Conner standing to his left, his eyes wide as he stared at you, possessing some features belonging to both he and Bruce, and other features that seemed to be entirely your own.

You stared back, that same stoic nature radiating off of you that radiates off the Batman, however, he noted the defensive look in your eyes, one so similar to the one he saw in Conner when he first met him. He eyed your suit, noting the familiar “S” symbol, only it was a burgundy color, a rather interesting combination of the Batman and Superman emblems, and he was utterly confused.

He looked over at Bruce, still in his bat suit, his cowl pulled off, “Bruce, what the hell is going on?”

“I had to call you here because Luthor decided to create another clone. I did the DNA test, Clark, she’s a combination of both our DNA” Bruce looked at him, Dick and Damian standing to his right. It was silent for a moment, you felt like a guinea pig, the way they all stared at you. It made you angry.

Conner was the first to speak, stepping forward before opening his mouth, choosing his words carefully, “What’s your name?”

You responded immediately, it felt automatic. “Experiment attempt number one. Code G6B24. I was made to be the future killer of the Batman and the Kriptonian.”

He nodded slowly, “I’m a clone too, and Clark took me in— well, he took me in eventually— that’s besides the point. He showed me how to become my own person, we can help you do that too.”

You looked at him, eyes softening ever so slightly, but you kept your guard up like your Batman programming taught you to. “I was made to be a killer, if I don’t do what I was made to do, what am I worth?” you said quietly, voice unwavering.

Damian watched you, your words striking him in a way he hadn't expected them to, he understood what you were saying all too well.

Bruce decided to speak up next, “You were created, it’s not your fault what their intentions were when they did so. What you become from here on out is your choice.”

You stayed silent, eyes darting around the room—What is this feeling? Vulnerability? You knew it by definition, like you did most other feelings, but feeling them… it was different.

Dick noted the way you seemed overwhelmed, he approached you slowly, pulling up two chairs, motioning for you to sit, you chose to remain standing until he sat down first.

“You know, we trust you, we want to figure out a way for you to become the best you can be. On your terms” he said, offering you a small smile.

You looked around, the others nodded in agreement, “I was made to be only the best parts of you” you said, your gaze focusing on Clark and Bruce, they both put their best qualities forward to help others, how could you use those same qualities to destroy that?

“I… don’t want to be a killer. They said I was too… human. I thought I’d failed them.”

Damian decided to step forward, “You didn’t fail anyone, you are meant for greater things. You haven't killed anyone, you can choose your path. If the path you choose is the Robin mantle... I am willing to work with that.”

At this, the other men in the room turned to look at him, Clark and Conner were slack-jawed, this was the same kid who fought Tim tooth and nail over this mantle. The same mantle he was just… willing to give you?

Meanwhile Dick had a proud smile on his face, you thought you saw a small tear in his eye.

Bruce’s face seemed unreadable, however, you took notice of the way the corners of his lips turned up for a split second. before reverting back to their natural state.

You weren’t sure what to say, again, you knew what this mantle was, by definition. The reality was you had no sense of what it meant, the weight it carried. And you knew that.

“Thank you, but I feel like that title isn’t mine to take. I think I need to… become something that's true to who I am, whatever that may be.”

Bruce looked at you, the corner of his lip barely twitching up into a smile, a smile so subtle that only someone of your… background would notice, an attempt of his towards getting you more comfortable, “We should start with a name.”

You looked at Conner, he gave you an encouraging smile.

“Like I chose Conner, so now I’m Conner Kent,” he said with a small shrug, “You can choose whatever you want.”

“I see,” you thought for a moment, “I like Y/n.”

Clark smiled, standing up and clapping his hands together, “Great! Y/n Kent, has a nice ring to it.”

“Wayne.”

He turned towards Bruce, eyes narrowing slightly, “Kent.”

“Wayne.”

This time Conner spoke, “Kent.”

The three men stared at each other, arms crossed mirroring each-other’s glares.

Dick cut in, “How about Grayson?”

“No.” came their simultaneous response.

Dick frowned, slumping in the seat next to yours, “Jeez.”

Damian spoke next, “I suppose Al Ghul is off the table…”

Dick snorted, breaking out into a fit of laughter, you grinned softly at the sounds of his laughter, it reminded you of a windshield wiper.

Conner sighed, “Fine, what about Wayne-Kent?”

Bruce huffed, “I suppose.”

Clark nodded, the smile returning to his face as he turned to you, “Y/n Wayne-Kent”

You nodded, “I like it.”

Dick could help but laugh from beside you, “It's like I'm watching reality tv. Love me some baby mama drama.”

Clark opened his mouth to speak and closed it, before sighing and looking at Bruce, who just pinched the bridge of his nose.

Conner chuckled at the sight, turning to Damian, who’s lip quirked up in amusement.

Bruce looked up, his attention directed towards you, “Y/n, you can stay here for the night, I’ve asked Alfred to set up a room for you. Clark, Conner, come by tomorrow with Lois and Jon, I’ve called the others to come by as well, we’ll get everything situated tomorrow. For now, get some rest.”

Everyone nodded, Clark and Conner heading to the exit of the cave, Damian, Dick and Bruce leading you to the room that was prepared for you.

Dick brought you a sweater and some sweatpants to change into, closing the door with a soft, “Goodnight, kiddo.”

You changed in silence, slowly getting under the covers and drifting off to sleep, marking the start of your new life. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

You woke up the next morning, to a soft knock on the door, your super hearing picking it up better than you would have liked. You opened the door, revealing an older man you hadn’t seen before. He smiled softly, giving you an instantaneous sense of comfort you couldn’t explain.

“Hello Miss Y/n. My name is Alfred, I am the butler,” he greeted you, handing you a folded set of clothes, “Master Kent chose these for you, however if they are not to your liking, do let me know.”

“They’re fine…Thank you.”

He smiled warmly, the kind old man giving you a nod, “Once you've changed, do come down, I’ve prepared breakfast. The other members of the family will arrive soon to meet you.”

You gave him a short nod, he smiled again, your demeanor reminding him of the young Bruce he’d looked after all those years ago. He shut your door softly before retreating down the staircase, leaving you in your room to change.

You picked up the small note that rested at the top of the pile, reading it over.

Comfortable, Practical, and cool. Hope you like it. - Conner

You looked down at the neatly folded clothes, unfolding a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt, the material was thick but breathable, you slipped it on with ease, the foreign material soft against your skin, you appreciated that it didn’t suffocate you.

You reached for the pants next, dark gray cargo pants, these were thicker, and the had an overwhelming amount of pockets. You slipped them on before slipping on the boots that were at the bottom of the stack and exiting the room, going down the staircase.

Upon entering the dining room, you were met with Bruce sitting at the head of the table, reading the paper calmly eating his pancakes, to his right sat Dick chatting excitedly to the boy next to him, who smiled at him as he listened, he was a slender boy with black hair who looked a bit younger than Dick. Then there was Alred, calmly enjoying his breakfast. Finally there was Damian on the other side of Bruce, leaving an empty seat between Damian and Alred. You sat down, the pale boy noticing you first.

Bruce looked up, “Tim, this is Y/n.”

“Hello.” You sat up awkwardly. One thing you never learned was how to navigate social interactions.

He studied you for a moment, offering you a small smile, “I’m Tim.”

You gave a nod, returning his smile with a smaller one of your own.

“She knows, by the way.” Dick chimed in.

His eyes widened, was that why you were there?

“How?”

All eyes are on you. You opened your mouth to speak but Damian spoke first.

“She’s a clone. Father will explain everything when everyone else arrives so as to not waste time, until then, hold on to your childish curiosity. I’d like to enjoy my breakfast.”

Dick nodded, “She was literally made for this shit.”

“Watch your language Master Dick, it is deplorable to speak in such a way at the table, much less in the presence of a lady.”

Dick blushed, “Sorry Alfred.”

Bruce simply gave a nod.

Tim slumped back in his seat, wanting to ask you questions about your abilities, your earliest memories, who were you a clone of, how your programming worked, the boy was itching to know it all.

Breakfast passed by relatively quickly after that, you weren’t bombarded with questions, much to your relief. Alfred kindly asked you how you slept to which you replied that you slept well. The sound of casual conversation and glassware scraping together filling the room. You enjoyed observing the atmosphere.

Clark and Conner were the first to arrive at the manor, greeting you happily, with them was a woman and a younger boy, who immediately went to sit by Damian.

Clark brought them over to you, the woman smiled warmly at you. It made you feel safe.

She held your hand in hers, “My name is Lois,” her voice was kind, genuine. You noted how she carried herself. Strong, secure, honest.

Clark was quick to bring Jon over, excited to introduce him, “This is my son, Jon.”

“Hi!” he beamed at you, you smiled, he was cute. Cheerful as he smiled brightly at you.

“Hello, my name is Y/n.” you greeted the two, who smiled at you.

Conner was the next to approach, “Did you like the clothes? I picked them out cause it was all I used to wear, but who knows, you may want something more… fashionable.”

You smiled softly, “They're nice, thank you.”

“On that note actually,” Clark said, “I was thinking we can take you shopping later, Bruce and I can pay.”

Bruce deadpanned, “That’s a joke, right?”

He smiled, “Of course, you’re paying for everything.”

“Sounds about right.”

Chatter filled the room not long after, Jon and Damian catching up on the couch while Conner and Tim started a conversation of their own.

The next people to arrive were three young women, blonde, brunette, and red hair. They had arrived together.

The blonde spoke first, “Why'd you call us here Bruce? We had planned for brunch.” She bitterly narrowed her eyes at him, the brunette behind her giving a short nod of agreement.

Bruce sighed, “We’re waiting on Jason. He’s late.”

“As always.” The redhead said with a sigh, though you could see she wasn't actually upset.

The blonde girl turned to you first smiling, “I’m Stephanie, but call me Steph. I’m assuming you’ll be joining our vigilante posse.” She seemed funny, and kind, like she truly cared for those around her.

“Somewhat, I don’t really know. I’m Y/n.” You said bluntly.

“Pretty name.” She smiled, gesturing to the red haired woman behind her, “This is Barbara, but she's really just Babs.” She then gestured to the brunette, “That’s Cass. She’s lovely.”

You looked at them and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Barbara smiled warmly at you, “You too, I’m so glad there’ll be another girl around, we can always use more company.” She smiled at you so kindly, despite having only just met you. Her voice was sweet, like honey.

Cass smiled softly at you, “Come to brunch with us later. Or, lunch, now since Jason is holding us up.”

You nodded your lip quirking up into a small smile, “I’d enjoy that.”

Truthfully, you didn't know what the fuck brunch was. But she said lunch and that you knew. You'd find out about brunch later.

Then, as if on cue, the man in question arrived, walking through the door, slipping off his brown jacket and tossing it on the couch. He was tall, with a stocky frame, jet black hair with a white streak on the front.

“This better be good.”

Tim mumbled, “Finally”

“Miss me Timmy?”

“Quite the contrary.”

The one called Jason laughed before giving him a small nudge, to which Tim swatted his hand away.

His eyes fixed on you, then on Bruce.

“Dude, seriously? Another one? You have a problem man. You’d think you would’ve stopped after me.”

Bruce stood up, “Jason, sit down. Now that you’re all here I wanted to introduce you to Y/n. She’s a clone, made from both mine, and Clark’s DNA.”

“Holy shit, man.”

“Jason, will you shut up?”

“Never.”

“As I was saying, she’ll be here in the manor for the time being, I’ll be training her and assessing her combat technique.”

“Hold on,” Clark interjected, “She should come with us, she needs to get the hang of her powers.”

“Clark, I have a state of the art training area in the cave.”

“So? We’re supers, all we need is an open field.”

“We need to assess her combat skills, and also assess the extent of her powers. She isn’t invulnerable. We need to prioritize getting to the bottom of that.”

Clark huffed but nodded, understanding the full extent of your abilities was vital in actually training you.

“It’s like I’m watching a custody battle.” muttered Steph, Barbara laughing quietly beside her.

“Wait- So Y/n is basically if you and Clark had a baby?” Tim gawked at them, his eyes shifting from Bruce to Clark, to you. When his eyes landed on you, he fired questions like he was on a time limit.

“How do Bruce’s genetics affect your abilities? Are you immune to kryptonite and invulnerable? How does your thermal vision work? Enhanced strength? Can you fly? Can you fly as fast as Superman? Do you have combat training? How do y-”

Conner smacked a hand over his mouth, leading him back to his seat, “Lets try not to overwhelm her with the questions.” He chuckled.

Tim nodded, looking up at you, “Sorry, Y/n.”

“That’s okay. To answer your questions, his genetics don’t necessarily have a huge impact on any of my abilities, I was created with every available video of Batman fighting embedded into my mind, and the combat skills were engraved in my memory, I should be able to replicate his fighting style to a tee. I’m not invulnerable, but in theory, the stealth I was programmed with allows me to stay agile enough that I shouldn’t often get hurt. I don't have thermal vision, but I do have laser vision, enhanced strength, and flight, although I haven’t tested how fast I actually can fly. And like I said, my combat training is essentially the combat footage uploaded into my mind.”

Tim had nodded, eyes trained on yours in complete interest as you answered each question, occasionally jotting something down on the notes app of his phone.

Lois narrowed her eyes slightly at both Bruce and Clark, “I do hope you’re factoring in giving her the opportunity to build an actual social life. Maybe get her enrolled in school.”

“She has doctorate-level information on several different topics stored into her mind, as well as fluency in 8 languages. I think she’ll be fine, Lois,” Bruce replied.

She rolled her eyes, “Okay, so school’s not necessary, what about building a social life for herself? That’s important.”

“There’s Young Justice,” Conner said, “I figured she’d join.”

Tim nodded in agreement, “I can help her get situated.”

“Where will I stay?” you asked, you didn’t particularly enjoy how they were all discussing you as if you weren't there, but there honestly wasn’t much you could do.

“You can stay at the manor, or you can stay with the team, but it'd be best if you lived here in the Manor.” Bruce replied.

“Why isn’t Metropolis an option?” Clark muttered.

“Because it’s more practical to have her here in Gotham, living with Tim will make it easier to adjust to the team.”

“I want time with her, Bruce.”

“You’ll get it. We’ll have her assessed, then three times a week she’ll train and get a hold of her powers with you.”

Clark nodded, satisfied with that answer.

Lois spoke again, turning to you, “Y/n, how does that sound to you?”

You blinked. “It sounds fine. My super hearing allows me to hear every conversation proficiently.”

She chuckled softly, “It’s a figure of speech sweetheart, I meant if you’re okay with everything that was said, you’ve been a bit quiet.”

You felt your face grow hot, “Oh. Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

Clark gave you a fond smile.

Bruce looked at you and smiled softly, a barely noticeable one, but a smile nonetheless.

The bulk of the conversation was over. The people in the room falling into easy conversation with one another, you look around, not sure what to do. That is until Jason approaches you, a kind smile on his face.

“Hey Y/n, I’m Jason, I’ll be honest, you probably won't see me too often cause I can barely stand being around Bruce, but… if he’s ever a dick, call me and I’ll either punch him for you and take you somewhere he’s not.” he grinned, “Or both.”

You laughed softly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

He nodded, “I’ll be raiding the kitchen, but if anyone asks, I left.” He shoots you a grin before slipping away.

It’s not long after that when Jon approaches you, Damian by his side, he shoots you a toothy grin, “So, you’re like, my sister now, right?”

You’re not sure how to respond, but you feel a puddle of warmth pooling in your heart, it’s nice. You smile at him softly, “I suppose so.”

He grins, “And that would also make you Damian’s sister. right?”

“I suppose so.”

“See Damian, we’re blood brothers by extension.”

“Jon, that is the most imbecilic logic I’ve ever encountered. Just because Y/n is both my blood and yours doesn’t mean–”

“Blood brothers!” He had shouted cheerfully, before walking away and over to Lois to inform her of the good news.

Damian sighed, though you took notice of the soft smile that flashed across his face, you concluded that he cared for him.

A lot of people in this family– Bruce’s family specifically, tend to hide affection, despite the fact that it is apparent to you that they feel it. You decide not to focus on it, people are complicated.

You chat a bit with various people in the room, Lois telling you that you’re always welcome to visit whenever you’d like, Barbara talking to you about how her work as Oracle, Steph telling you all about the other vigilantes you’ll probably end up crossing paths with. Tim and Conner sat by you, telling you all about the team and the people you’ll meet once all your training is done.

Slowly, people start to leave, you saw Jason slip out the front door first, sending you a wink. Dick left not long after, needing to return to his responsibilities in Bludhaven, making sure to tell you you’re always welcome to visit him over there. Then Clark left with Lois, Jon, and Conner, leaving the residents of the manor plus, Cass, Steph and Barbara.

Damian and Tim had retreated to their rooms, while Alfred busied himself with household chores, Bruce stood up, approaching you before saying, “Did you still want to go shopping? You’ll need training clothes.”

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

Steph perked up, rushing towards the two of you, “Oh, we have to come.”

“Steph, you go shopping every week. With my card.”

Barbara chimed in, “It’s not about that Bruce, you have a terrible fashion sense. We can’t let you impose that onto Y/n.”

Cass nodded in agreement.

“We’re just buying training clothes.”

“She can’t wear training clothes in her daily life,” Steph rolled her eyes, “She needs a wardrobe.”

You smiled, “I would like a wardrobe.”

“See?”

Bruce sighed but nodded, “Let's go then.”

Steph cheered while Barbara and Cass high-fived behind her, it was an amusing site.

When you arrived at the mall, Steph immediately linked arms with you, dragging you around to her favorite stores, paying no mind to your super strength potentially being able to accidentally break her arm. It caught you off guard, not only the physical display of affection, but the trust.

Again, you felt that soft puddle of warmth pool in your chest. You could get used to that.

You had gotten to know Barbara and Cass fairly well during the trip as well, Barbara was sweet, she and Steph made you laugh more than you thought you could. Cass and you got along well too, she picked out the clothes you liked the most, always nodding in approval when you would try anything on, a soft smile on her face. The three of them opened their group up to you so quickly, it had surprised you, you felt that with their company you were better able to navigate finding yourself.

The four of you hadn’t paid much mind to Bruce trailing behind you as you went from store to store, not that he minded. He held a fond smile as he observed the four of you giggling, talking, and having a good time.

He knew his focus on training was important, but he also knew Lois was right (not that he’d admit that to anyone), you needed a social life too. And he knew your heightened emotional intelligence would surely allow you to obtain that, you just needed to blossom, and allow yourself to break free of the restraints you put on yourself.

He’d lost count of how many times he had swiped his card that day, at some point he had decided to just start waiting by the front, once you guys were ready, he’d walk over, swipe his card, and you guys would move on to the next shop. He wouldn't say this to anyone, but he enjoyed doing things like this, taking care of the people he cares about.

The last store you had gone to was WayneTech, it was Bruce’s idea. You needed a phone in order to keep everyone’s contacts. So they brought you there where you got the latest model of their cell phone line, it was sleek and thin. You picked out a case and you got a screen protector. Bruce had told you that once you got to the Batcave he’d input league contacts, safety features, as well as league-level security settings.

By the end of the trip it was early in the evening, Bruce had his arms absolutely filled with shopping bags, and what he couldn’t carry was carried by you and Steph. The five of you stepped out into the parking lot, the sun setting, casting a deep orange hue on the parking lot. You took in the image in front of you, you didn’t know suns could set so beautifully.

The ride home was nice, the car was filled with the soft chatter of the four of you, Bruce didn’t feel the need to listen in. The soft music playing on the stereo as a background was a nice addition to the atmosphere.

When you’d arrived at the manor, the girls had bid you goodbye, but not before making sure they had your number to add you to their group chat. You were warned by Steph that Cass’s meme game could not be beat. You were slightly confused but nodded, a happy smile on your face. They each gave you a hug before getting in their cars and heading off.

The walk into the manor was silent, but not awkward, mainly the two of you taking armfuls of bags up to your room.

As he shut the door, Bruce turned to you, “It’s not too late, if you want, we could start out on some training.”

You nodded, going into your room to change, “I’ll be down there in a bit.”

He nodded, walking away to change as well.

You entered the Batcave shortly after, comfortable in your black sweatpants, and a black long sleeve athletic shirt. Now, having a better opportunity to take it all in, it was massive. You looked to your left to see Damian sparring with Tim in one of the further training areas. You walked over to Bruce, he gave you a small smile, leading you to the second training area by Tim and Damian, who by now had stopped sparring, in favor of observing your skill.

“You can replicate my fighting style to a tee, right?”

You nodded.

“Let’s see it.”

You charged first, making sure to suppress your strength, your movements swift and calculated, landing a fast right kick to his abdomen. He sidestepped, landing a swift punch to your side. You kept attempting attacks on eachother, each one dodging the other flawlessly.

Tim and Damian watched in awe as the two of you gracefully moved, as if you were dancing. This went on for several minutes, until you attempted a fast left kick to his side, which he caught, using as leverage to flip you over on your back.

Your limbs ached, you looked up at him, “How did you do that?”

He held a hand out to help you up, “I’m not as fast with my left kicks as I am with my right ones. My weaknesses are your weaknesses.”

You nodded. Made sense.

“You have good technique, and you replicate my fighting perfectly, but that’s all it is. A replication. You need to make it your own. Adapt it in accordance with your abilities, you can’t do that now because Clark hasn’t trained you, but in time you will.”

You nodded, your chest swelling with pride at his compliment, you knew after your training with Clark you would be able to better adjust your fighting style.

Damian walked over to you, “Y/n. I’d like to spar, you’ve proven to be a worthy opponent.”

You nodded, it would be good to spar with someone with a different fighting style. Tim sat down to the side, perfectly content with just observing for now, like earlier, he occasionally jotted down some notes on his phone. You decided you didn’t mind it. It was endearing.

This time, Damian charged first, landing a swift right kick to your ribs, you turned and landed a hard kick to his chest, sending him back, before he flipped and caught himself, running towards you again. His smaller frame provided him with an advantage as he jumped onto your shoulders, before he could land his blow, you flipped your body, sending him to the floor, landing on his back with a thud. You crouched over him, extending your hand.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” he took your hand, getting up to his feet, you gave him a soft smile, which he returned, giving you a nod of approval. He, like Bruce, didn’t often use his words, but you were able to discern their intentions just fine.

Bruce then led you to a machine he had in the cave, where it analyzed your genetics in comparison to Clark’s, he had determined you were missing the genetic composition that happened to be the main source of invulnerability, therefore the reason you were the way you were. You are unfortunately still weak when exposed to kryptonite.

You were tired by the end of the night. You felt you had bonded with Damian, he had asked you to spar with him another time, to which you agreed.

The next day, Bruce had sent you over to Smallville, where Clark had decided on training you, ‘A good old fashioned open field’ were his exact words.

He made sure to send you wearing your original suit, not knowing how fast you would be flying, just in case, only you didn’t like it, so you opted to wear some sweats over the suit.

And there you were, floating about 300 feet in the air with him, as he explained the basics of flying.

“You want to create your own leverage, using your flight, you should be able to do this.” He bent one leg, tilting to the right as he effortlessly glided in that direction, he repeated the action only now going in the opposite direction.

You nodded, imitating his movements, gliding from side to side before stopping and looking at him. He smiled brightly at you, “You’re doing great, kid. There was never a point where you didn’t have powers, so this should be easy. Now, we’ll test your speed.”

You nodded, “How are we doing that?”

He pulled out a stopwatch, “I’m going to wait here while you fly to Gotham and back. You know the route?”

You nodded.

“Okay… and…. Go!”

You immediately shot forward, a slightly bumpy start but your body adapted immediately, you felt the wind whip through your hair, and a smile spread across your face as you made a U-turn around Gotham, making it back to Clark in seconds.

“2.6 seconds. That’s good.” He smiled at you.

You went on like that for the next few hours, him giving you encouraging words of advice, and you gained better control over your abilities, him providing you with tips he learned over the years. For that last hour, Jon and Conner joined the two of you, the four of you eventually just playing air tag until Martha and Lois called you in for dinner.

They insisted you stay for dinner, and you had no mind to refuse, spending time with them was nice. Jon insisted he sat next to you at dinner, excitedly talking your ear off about whatever he’d gotten to that day, and sharing his favorite stories about Damian with you. He acts like he doesn't like people, but he’s got a soft spot for a lot of us, were his exact words. You honestly completely agreed, you smiled at him as he continued talking.

That day you’d gotten to know Martha and Jonanthan Kent, who insisted you called them Ma and Pa. They instantly coddled you as if they’d known you since birth, though, in a way, that is technically the case.

They didn't let you leave empty handed, sending you off with tupper-ware filled with leftovers, cookies and pie. You thanked them for their hospitality and headed back to the manor.

The next few months were mainly doing morning and evening training with Bruce, occasionally Dick would stop by to train with you, always telling you he was proud of your improvement, which never failed to make you glow just a little brighter with pride. He’d begun a tradition where he would treat you to a burger after training, or whatever it was you were craving. He said that it was his goal to get you to try every fast food joint in Gotham, deciding that it was just an essential part of living there. You quickly decided you hated fast food, but never said anything because that wasn’t at all what mattered to you, what mattered to you was the bond you were creating with your older brother.

Your relationship with Bruce wasn’t perfect. There were times you saw how focused he was on his mission, neglecting the feelings of those around him, he could be an asshole. And with you still navigating your emotions, you’d get angry and yell, and so would he. If you saw him brushing off Damian, or Tim, one look at the crestfallen expressions on their faces was enough to get you angry. You shouldn’t have been surprised, truthfully, you weren’t. You were too similar. You were just fortunate enough to be surrounded by people early on who could convince you to let them in.

Regardless of the imperfections between you and Bruce, you knew he cared. He always showed it with the small smile he’d give you as he held up two tickets to the movie you had wanted to see. Or in the way he’d lure everyone into the living room with snacks for a movie night. Or how he’d try his best to always express to you that you were doing well. That you were enough, and that you deserved to be there.

You’d grown closer with Tim, too, always willing to help him with his assignments (not that he often needed it, but on the rare occasions his sleep deprived self couldn’t wrap his head around a problem). You’d often go to him when you needed help figuring something out on your phone, to which he would offer a simple solution you hadn’t seen before.

Tim was kind, he showed he cared for you by fixing things, when you cracked your screen protector by accidentally tapping it too hard, he made you a new one that could withstand the force of a bullet. He learned to confide in you over time, telling you about Bernard, expressing his worries to you about whether or not he’s good enough. You’d always tell him he was more than good enough.

Damian had taken to calling you ‘sister’, often challenging and teasing you when he could, you’d developed a relationship where he’d go to you for company. You’d sit in the garden and take in the life around you, while he sat a few feet away and drew it.

Once, he drew you while you weren’t looking, when he finished, he handed it to you without a word and walked away. In the bottom right corner you read ‘Y/n Wayne-Kent’ in neat handwriting, just below that, ‘sister’. That was the first time he’d used that word for you. Your heart swelled.

You continued seeing Steph, Barbara, and Cass, regularly having lunch with them and talking with them on the phone. Barbara, or as you now called her, Babs, was always there to guide you when you needed it, she’d often send you small gifts from time to time, like jewelry that reminded her of you.

Cass and you would often find the most peaceful company in each other. She would listen to you talk about all the things you'd been learning, telling you about her own experience adjusting to a new life.

Steph and you bonded over poorly written hallmark movies, she always giggled madly when you would point out plot inconsistencies, wearing the most confused expression she had ever seen on a person, you didn’t understand why at first, you would just state facts, but you always enjoyed the time with her. She always says you guys should start a podcast, and you always agree. You hope she never asks you what a podcast is... because you genuinely didn't know.

True to his word, you didn’t see Jason often, but there were a few instances where you felt particularly suffocated by Bruce’s training that you took him up on his offer to take you somewhere he wasn’t. Those moments were... nice. Every time, he would bring food, and take you to his apartment, where you talked about books and he introduced you to some of his favorite movies. You didn’t know why he and Bruce didn’t get along, but you chose not to pry.

Alfred had taken a liking to you instantly, he enjoyed giving you etiquette lessons, and would bake all kinds of scones and cookies for you to try. His humor was at times very dry and sarcastic, which never failed to make you laugh. He taught you how to bake once, finding you were exceptionally good at it, ‘Miss Y/n, I think we’ve found your natural talent’. You hadn’t expected to be good at it, but Alfred said you were phenomenal.

You’d also train with Clark 3 times a week, getting even closer with the Kents, integrating yourself in both families. It was interesting being part of two very different families. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Clark had shown you a lot about your powers, but it was never just training. It had become a necessity for the two of you to fly to some famous landmark and have lunch together, before flying back to Smallville for more training.

Clark was constantly trying his best for you, he still had his regrets from his initial relationship with Conner, and although he was forgiven and their relationship was rebuilt, he knew he lost time. And he absolutely refused to repeat that and hurt someone else who didn’t deserve it.

You always stayed for dinner, you found that you could never say no to Jon, the one time you tried was awful, you felt so bad that you went back the next day and took him shopping. With Bruce's card, duh.

Jon was stuck to you like glue whenever you were over. He always insisted on sitting by you and talking to you about whatever he’d been up to. He flew around with you a lot, you guys would play games that he taught you how to play. Your favorite moments were when he and Damian would allow you in to watch them play video games because ‘How do you not know how to play video games? That’s just wrong. We’ll teach you.’

Conner had spent more and more time with you as well, telling you about a lot of social cues, the importance of boundaries, etc. He was determined to help you adjust in every way he could, he shared his experiences with you when he first started working in teams. You learned a lot from him, he was very affectionate with you, but in that awkward-older-brother way. He’d give you a soft pat on the back and a smile, he knew you’d do just fine.

Lois became your role model, you truly admired her. She was strong, outspoken, confident. She helped you not be afraid of forming your own opinions and voicing them. One time she saw you yell at Bruce over something he’d done, and all she could do was smile proudly.

These people whose lives you just appeared in one day, very quickly became your family. Every day you were reminded of how lucky you were to have come to care for them as much as you do. Bonding with them was nice, and you very quickly understood the appeal of having family.

These are people who care for you unconditionally, simply because they want to. Because every moment that they spend with you, they choose to.

And just like that, you were ready to meet the team. You had learned to combine your combat skills with your powers, if you need to, you can fight in mid air. You’d learned to incorporate your abilities into your technique to enhance your own personal style. And it felt amazing.

You knew every possible way to deliver an effective, non-lethal blow. Of course, you needed a suit. Bruce offered to enhance the one you had worn the day they rescued you, but you wanted a new one. To you, that suit represented what you were created to be, and that is not who you are. You wanted something true to yourself, and he understood and wholeheartedly supported you. Damian helped you make a sketch, and together you’d designed the perfect representation of you. And you became Eclipse. The alignment of two heroes, though unintentional, created a whole new hero. You.

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stygiansun-totaleclipse · 8 days

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Chapter 1 Part 1 Release!

It's finally here after much struggle. Play the demo here!

Intro post here.

First update to the demo is here!! The current demo is sitting at around 21,300 words. In this update, you can:

Speak with your older brother, Parim, in a nightmare.

Encounter the shadow that has been lurking in your dreams the last few months, stalking you and getting ever, ever closer.

Get traumatized babeyyyyy

Meet Luca, your departed childhood friend.

Customize your character, including name, pronouns, appearance, and personality.

Throw hands with an eleven-year-old. (jk - but you will get into a fight with your younger sister, Farah.)

Briefly meet your retainer, Aurynn.

This is my first time making an interactive Twine game, so I appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism so I can continue to improve my game! This is currently a work in progress, so some features of the game are missing and some things are subject to change (especially the UI). If I missed any spelling/grammar mistakes or any bugs/errors, please let me know in the comments on itch.io or by messaging me on tumblr.

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!!

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creativesaturn · 3 months

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hey i was wondering if you could do a student x teacher kinda vibe w fem!reader x emily prentiss and make emily a soft dom and possibly include a mommy kink as well? tysm!

Summary: Finding pleasure in Emily; your professor.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), mommy kink, oral (r! receiving), public place, marking

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Hopefully you like it, if not you can request again. I also take constructive criticism (not) well

You don't know what happened; or how it happened.

All you knew was that you were in a trance. Dizzy with her touch, clouded with the pleasure her delicate and soft fingers brought to you by a soft graze.

"You're quiet again, y/n." Emily whispered, leaning on her desk that stood behind her.

You blinked your eyes back to her own, the seat beneath you suddenly feeling uncomfortable and her office felt stuffy and claustrophobic.

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the knuckles of your hands until you saw sparks.

"I'm still confused on why you need help." She stated, continuing the conversation from seconds prior.

"You're already doing great in my class, extra help isn't really needed." She added, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know. I just feel like I could do better." You sighed, bring your hands down. You tried your best not to break eye contact under her intimidating gaze.

"Really? That's the only reason you think you need help?" She scoffed, letting a dry laugh with a tilt of her head.

"Ye--yes?" You muttered. You were afraid she knew more than you knew yourself. Maybe the feelings you were suppressing for the woman in front of you were coming to bite you in the ass with a psychological act.

She smiled, bending her body to place her hands on the arms of the chair you sat in. Her face was mere inches away from yours as she trapped you with her body.

You were bit.

"If you wanted to spend more time with me, you should've just asked." She whispered, her sultry breath hitting your face.

You didn't know what to say, standing in your own puddle of embarrassment as she peeled you open like a book.

"I can help you. But--not in the subject you're asking for." She muttered, eyeing your lips.

"Unless you don't need that either." She pouted, picking her body back up. She tilted her head once more, watching as your eyes didn't move from their previous position. Your breathing was erratic and your fingers stopped fidgeting with themselves.

"Come to me when you actually need help, y/n." Emily said to you, her voice losing the seductive tone as she spoke.

As she was about to walk back behind her desk, you grabbed onto her hand to turn her back around.

"Yes?" She raised a brow, hiding her fighting smile behind her poker face.

"I want it." You nodded, "I-I need it." Your voice broke as you spoke, unaware of how close she'd gotten to your face until her lips were slammed into yours.

Your lips moved together, at least Emily's did. She dominated your mouth, doing most of the work as she slid her tongue inside your mouth to explore everything you had to offer.

She pushed you against her desk, pressing her hips into you to keep you from moving. Your hands kept their place on her face, keeping your faces connected.

Her hands were quick to unbutton your pants, pulling them down in a swift motion which disconnected her lips from yours.

She placed her lips onto your neck, nipping at the soft flesh as her fingers teased your clothed clit.

You moaned at the feel, her cold fingers seeping through the fabric. You threw your head back, combing your fingers through her hair as she created bruises where her lips once were.

Emily moved her lips back to your ear, "Your pussy is already so wet for me, huh?" She whispered, teasing her fingers up and down your folds.

"Mhm," You hummed.

She smirked at your response, moving her hand away from where you need her the most. And, before you could protest, she snaked her hands to the top of your thighs to pick you up onto her desk.

You watched as she dropped herself on her knees and spread your legs with her hands, biting her bottom lip at the sight of your soaked panties.

She finally moved your panties to the side, getting a good look at your glistening pussy before moving in to place light teasing kisses.

You whined at the feel, you were incredibly needy for her and the teasing wasn't helping the feeling in your stomach that begged for pleasure.

"Be patient, y/n. You've always been bad about that." She whispered against your clit, looking up at you through her eyelashes as she finally trapped your bundle of nerves between her lips.

"'m sorry.." You moaned, gripping onto the edge of the desk until your knuckles turned pale.

"That's right, apologize to Mommy." She hummed, sending the vibrate straight to your core.

You moaned at the name, you never saw yourself being the kind of girl to call someone 'mommy'. But the sound of it coming off her lips, made you want to scream.

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry--" You whimpered. Her attack on your cunt turned desperate the more you spoke.

She sucked mercilessly on your clit, using her tongue to tease your entrance and taking your clit slightly between her teeth to watch you squirm.

She could tell how inexperienced you were; virgin? She wasn't sure. But she barely got started and you were already showing signs of an orgasm.

The louder your moans got made her groan against you. She adored the noises you made for her, especially since it was a public office; anyone could hear.

"Yes--oh! Mommy, 'm gonna cum.." You warned. The familiar feeling in your stomach fastly approaching and waiting to snap.

With your warning she moved down to your entrance, licking around it before sliding her tongue inside. Her nose brushed against your clit every time your hips grinded against her involuntarily.

She pushed her tongue in and out of you, waiting to taste your sweet release.

With a moan of her name, you came undone on her tongue. Your toes curled, your back arched and the knot in your stomach snapping in unison.

She moaned against you, feeling your juices fill her mouth with a content sigh.

She helped you come down from your orgasm while also milking everything you had to offer her.

She finally pulled back, standing to your face. You were a sight for sore eyes; your forehead was sweaty and your eyes were watering, mouth agape with heavy breaths as you looked up at her.

Emily snaked her hand around your head, moving down to bring you in a heated kiss.

You could taste yourself in her mouth, giving her a soft moan as you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue inside her mouth to taste her (and yourself) fully.

She pulled back to look at you, her smile widened. "You look pretty, fucked out like this." She teased, caressing your cheek.

"Let me please you, mommy.." You pleaded, biting your lip as you stared at her.

She laughed in reply, moving her hand to go up and down your thigh.

"Not tonight, baby." She shook her head, "Maybe next time." She whispered, pecking your forehead before moving to walk behind her desk.

"Next time?" You asked, following her with your eyes.

She didn't reply, she just looked at you and smiled as she sat in her chair.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of Emily wanting to do this again. Part of you felt guilty for finding pleasure in your Professor, but the other part of you was already addicted to the way she touched you.

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bitterpotionn · 9 months

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Johnny Slaughter - Dirt Road

Phew, okay my first ever x reader...ever! I've been so obsessed with Johnny that I had to add my own take on his character. Bear with me, I normally don't do this type of writing. However, I hope to continue to improve. Any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome!

This idea randomly popped into my head and I'm not even sure how to characterize it. A night with Johnny pulled over on the side of an old country road. I experimented with a more hesitant, nervous reader. Again, this is all new to me.

Warnings- Dub-con, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, Johnny's mean, nervous/unsure reader, cunnilingus, focuses more on the reader's inner thoughts, unhealthy dynamics, light slapping, a lot of neck grabbing, Johnny is a litterbug, smoking, name-calling

Red, orange, and yellow streaked across the sky as the sun set deep into the flat horizon. The dirt road he drove down kicked up dust that swirled in circles, disappearing behind them just as quickly.

She laid her head against the seatbelt dispenser, looking out of the rolled-down window. His old white truck hummed as they drove farther and farther out of town. She counted each passing house, fantasizing about the lives of the people who lived in them. What did they do? How many people live there? Do they have kids? What-

"Darlin'" a deep voice cut through her hazy thoughts.

She turned her head to the man driving the old white truck. His right hand was gripping the steering wheel with a bit too much force, while his left lay loosely on top of the stick shift. He was smirking, like usual. He reminded her of a wolf like he could eat her up at any second.

"Are you alright?" his accent thick, the words lazily slipped from his lips.

"Yeah…I was just thinking" she said, turning back to the open window. Allowing the cool wind to hit her face.

He frowned once she looked away, rolling his eyes a bit. His left hand moved from the shift to her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

She didn't look at him after that, getting lost again in her wishful thinking. Counting each house one by one by one.

—

She gasped slightly opening her eyes, the sky was dark and she could hear the crickets and frogs chirping. She must have fallen asleep. They were stopped on the side of the road. She could only see vast fields that stopped at the dark tree line. The only light was from the moon and the dull headlights of the truck.

She turned toward the driver's seat. He was out of the car, leaning against the closed driver-side door.

"Johnny…" she said quietly. She knew he couldn't hear her, she almost didn't want him to. But nonetheless, she opened the passenger side door and walked around the truck to stand next to him. He was smoking a cigarette, Marlboro Reds, his favorite.

"What are you doin? Why'd we stop?" she asked looking up at him. He was so tall, that sometimes she felt like she had to crane her neck just to look into his eyes.

He looked down at her and smirked. "Just stopped for a smoke. Got tired of drivin'" he said, grabbing her waist to pull her into his side. He blew the smoke in her direction.

Coughing, she nuzzled into his side, shielding her face from the smoke. She always hated the smell of cigarettes. Recently, though, they were almost a comforting smell. It clung to her clothes, hair, skin, a small reminder of him.

He leaned against his truck, his head tilted up towards the sky. He stared at the stars, expressionless.

"So…how far are we from your family's house?" she asked, breaking the steady silence, craning her head up to look at his face. She held the hand that was gripping her waist, rubbing small circles into his rough skin.

He hesitated. Something he never does, she even took notice. After a long pause, he grunted. "I dunno, maybe another day's drive?"

She didn't pry after that, she didn't want to make him upset. His family was seemingly a very touchy subject, despite him bringing up the idea of taking her there to meet them.

After a while, he threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground stepping on it. He looked down at her, she was still nestled into his side, her eyes now closed.

He chuckled a bit and grabbed her waist leaning her against the driver's side door. Her eyes flew open. "Now hun, I don't think it's fair I'm drivin' all this way and you get to sleep" He hummed out, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

"H-hey! I offered to drive you said no" she pouted, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

"I can't trust you driving my truck." He scoffed looking down at her. He moved his finger under her chin, pushing it up so she was staring directly at him. "You're just a dumb little girl huh?" He chuckled. A wolf smirk adorned his lips. His words were always laced with degradation. Like he got off on hurting her feelings.

She gave him a pout and stared at him. She was always starstruck at his sharp features. So classically handsome. He reminded her of James Dean. She loved watching those old movies with her dad back home. What was her dad up to? She made a mental note to call him once they arrived at Johnny's home.

He must have noticed her drifting off, he gave her cheek a rough pat. "Focus darlin', I'm not done with you just yet." His hand drifted under her white tank top, his hands stopped just below her breasts.

"Jo-Johnny…" she stuttered out, shivering from his cold hands. "N-not here… It's dark. What if someone sees…" her voice was laced with nervousness.

He scoffed and pulled his hands away. "You're no fun. C'mon…we can go back in the truck, no one will see I promise" He opened the door and lifted her into the truck, so she was sitting with her legs dangling off the seat, facing the outside. His hands were on either side of her, caging her in. She was now looking down at him.

She bit down on her lip slightly, nervous playing with her hands in her lap. She looked into the darkness behind him. Nothing but a cornfield.

He scoffed a bit and played with the buttons of her shorts. "How bout this…" he stopped, smirking up at her before he continued "I'll be a gentleman and help you out first huh?" his calloused hands yanked down her shorts, his arms hooking underneath her knees pulling her closer to him.

She gasped a bit and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Her eyes were blown wide, and she frantically looked around, worried about someone seeing her in such a vulnerable position.

He grins widely at her nervous state. "You're too cute" he said mockingly as he leaned down, kissing the inside of her thighs. His hand traveled up to her soaking cunt. He gave it a firm slap before looking up at her face.

Her eyes screwed shut as she began breathing heavily. She felt a warm pulsing in her lower belly. "Now look at that…" Johnny gave a low whistle looking at her wet cunt. "Soakin' wet and I barely even touched you" his words were harsh and mocking. He gave her a long lick up her weeping slit.

She gasped, her back arching into him. "F-fuck…m-more…" she whined out, her hands finding their way into his thick hair. His eyes narrowed and he looked up at her pulling away. He grabbed her neck and glared at her, first warning. "Is that any way to ask me, hun?" He smirked at her "Beg nicely, slut"

"J-Johnny please…" her words trailed off, her eyes tearing up in embarrassment, She felt his grip tighten around her neck. "Please! Please…I'll be good!" He hummed slightly, seemingly satisfied with her half-attempt at begging. He began licking and sucking on her swollen clit. Keeping her steady by gripping her thighs.

She cried out as his tongue traveled into her. Her eyes shifted down to him, his face buried in between her thighs, his eyes shut as he worked her. He was eating her with such force. He hummed a bit as he plunged his tongue deeper into her, creating a vibration that made her shake.

He looked up at her, her eyes were shut again. He reached a hand up and grabbed her throat, all while his face was buried in her cunt. Her eyes shot open. She noticed his glare and her breathing hitched. Second warning. "Eyes on me" he said, his voice muffled.

His frantic sucking and licking continued once her eyes were fully locked on him. He reached his hand down and slipped two fingers into her. He curled them up into her rapidly. She felt a blazing sensation in her lower stomach, and her legs began to shake at the sudden entrance. "I…I'm gonna cum!" she moaned out loudly and flew a hand over her mouth in an attempt to quiet her moans. He let out a muffled chuckle as he felt her come undone in his mouth.

He slowly pulled back. His mouth and chin glistened from her arousal. She stared at him and let out a breathy laugh, her eyes hazy and unfocused. He looked so handsome like that. He stared back at her and grabbed her neck, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and gripped her chin "What do you say darlin'" His smirk was wide. "Thank you" she breathed out, laying back, trying to catch her breath.

Johnny grabbed her waist and set her back into the passenger seat. He climbed into the truck and shut the door. She panted and laid against the window staring up at the stars. Her mind felt misty.

Johnny stared at her and rubbed the bulge in his tight jeans. He hardly ever worried about just her pleasure. He always needed something in return. He grabbed her thigh "Aren't you forgettin' something doll?" he said leaning back, his hand fiddling with his belt, trying to undo it. She stared out the window, ignoring him. She couldn't look away from the millions of stars lighting up the night sky.

He scoffed a bit and grabbed her neck, yanking her towards him, into his lap. "I'm gettin' tired of you not listenin' to me" he growled out pulling out his throbbing cock, final warning. He set her in his lap and glared at her. She gasped, staring at him, her eyes wide with fear. "I'm…I'm sorry-"

"Show me that you're sorry" he stroked himself a couple of times before easing her down on his cock. Her eyes widened at the feeling of him filling her so suddenly. He didn't let her adjust, he just began thrusting up into her, while gripping her neck. Keeping her in place.

She held onto his shoulders, her head kept hitting the top of the truck as he thrust into her. She whined out and tried to move her head into the crook of his neck but he stopped her. "Nooo you're gonna look at me while I fuck you, slut" he snapped pushing her head back.

Her head hit the roof, over and over again. Each thrust burned. She stared at him, his eyes were so dark, she could barely even see him due to the darkness of the surrounding country road. She knew he was smirking, getting off on her discomfort. She was lucky he even decided to pleasure her first, she should be grateful, right?

“Fuckkk” he groaned out lowly as he continued his brutal thrusts into her. “You’re my good girl huh?” His hands traveled to her face, pulling her down to kiss him roughly. She whined a bit at this but kissed him back anyway. The stretch of his cock was becoming too much to bear. She prayed he would finish soon.

She found herself focusing on the scar that ran down his face, subtle but there. It was a way she feigned eye contact with him, she found that keeping unbreaking eye contact with him was almost impossible. His thrusts became jagged and sloppy. A small moan escaped his lips that he quickly covered with a loud chuckle. “I’m gonna fill you up real good darlin’”

Despite the intense burning, she felt herself coming close to the edge as well. She was able to sneak down a hand to rub her clit, Johnny was too worried about himself to stimulate her like that. “Please…please…” she begged, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t know if she was begging to finish or for him to stop.

With a loud groan, Johnny thrust back up into her one more time, releasing his hot load deep inside her sore cunt. She let out a loud moan as she came undone as well, shivering at the feeling of him filling her up. She collapsed into his chest, the top of her head aching.

He let out a laugh before setting her beside him, he cleaned himself off with some napkins from the glove department, tossing them carelessly out the window.

She shook as she looked out the window again, looking up at the stars again. 1…2…3… she counted, trying to distract herself from the sickly feeling of his cum dripping out of her. Without another word from him, she felt the soft rumble of the truck as he started it back up. Continuing, farther and farther out of town.

#johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm game #tcm #smut #johnny slaughter smut #johnny tcm game #bitterpotionnfics

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genericpuff · 10 months

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yeah so let's talk about the scenes between hades and thanatos that went from being goofy "haha a boss being hard on an employee" 'jokes' to child abuse as soon as it was revealed that hades was thanatos' adoptive father

and yes i'm putting a content warning jump for ❗❗❗ child abuse and neglect ❗❗❗

so first off, before we even get into the Thanatos / Hades father son relationship thing, I wanna mention a sequence in Episode 39 and why I think Rachel included the scene of Hades reaming Thanatos for being bad at his job.

And it's simply because of what happens the episode before.

Persephone's ableism aside (seriously, I have legs, that doesn't mean I want to walk everywhere, I also own a car, that doesn't mean I have to drive everywhere, maybe flying is tiring? Maybe he's injured and shouldn't be flying? Maybe he has a disability that results in him having wings that can't fly? Check yourself Persephone 😒) this is one of the earliest signs of LO's "Revenge for Persephone" problem which is CONSTANT throughout the narrative - that anytime Persephone is slighted or inconvenienced in the slightest, then the narrative needs to ensure there's some kind of revenge, either directly for her sake or indirectly for the audience's, and it's often always facilitated through or by Hades.

And that leads us to Episode 39, which is when we get exactly that.

Moving onto the scene itself, this is what we call in the work environment a "dressing down". This is not how legitimate employee reviews are given. Hades is not planning on giving him any sort of formal review or constructive criticism. He's planning on tearing him a new asshole just for the fun of doing so. You can even see it written on his face. He's doing this just for the joy of tearing him down. As someone who's been subject to this kind of behavior in previous work environments, I can assure you that this is not normal behavior that's indicative of a functioning workplace, this is abuse.

Taking that train scene into account, it's a way to indirectly "avenge" Persephone. She was slighted by Thanatos, so now Hades is going to make his life hell. But here's the thing - this not revenge for Persephone's sake. Hades doesn't even know Persephone's in the building, and Persephone doesn't know that Thanatos is being berated by Hades. But the scene is here anyways because of course the audience needs to feel "better" about Persephone getting pushed by a stranger at the train stop.

Now, scenes like this have been done in other stories, often times to explain the behavior of bullies/aggressors/etc. because in many cases, textbook bullies, whether children or adults, are abusing others because they're being abused by a higher authority so they take it out on those "weaker" than them.

But this doesn't work in LO, for several reasons.

First off, it pretty much plays it off like a joke, especially when the scene continues after Persephone has walked into Tower 4.

But beyond that, the higher authority abusing Thanatos is someone we're expected to root for. He's the main love interest. While this could be written as a legitimate character flaw, we all know now, in the year 2023, that Rachel sees Hades' behavior as a feature, not a bug. While most scenes written like this would cast a new perspective on a bully and allow some room for understanding and empathy from the audience, in LO's case, we're still not expected to empathize with Thanatos here, they want us insulting him right alongside Hades.

And of course, that brings us to the big blue elephant in the room - the knowledge of Hades and Thanatos' relationship completely re-contextualizes these scenes in a way that's far too depressing and horrifying for a writer like Rachel to be able to wrap up confidently.

Of course, she tried, but her efforts... can't even really be called efforts. For starters, because a lot of it is played off as a joke, as if Rachel can't handle even a single moment of legitimate emotion, she has to "write off the awkward" by making things "funny".

But when she does try to seriously write these scenes of introspection, reflection, and communication, it just winds up turning into the main protagonists going "woe is me, I was the real victim!" and never actually suffering consequences for their actions as a result as they Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss their victims into apologizing to them. It still isn't asking us to empathize with or side with Thanatos, it wants us to end up right back at square one supporting Hades' side of the story.

Literally "well you weren't that bad, at least you were there!" bare minimum accountability, followed by "well I didn't make your life easy so I get it" from someone who was literally a child who was abandoned and left to live with an abusive asshole. It wasn't his fault that he was in the situation he was in, it wasn't his fault that he was a "handful" for Hades because he was a CHILD and Hades was the ADULT, but the comic paints it as Thanatos being at fault anyways for being "ungrateful".

But there are even more subtle signs that point to Thanatos' childhood with Hades that, while not specifically mentioning it, do paint a pretty nasty picture of how Thanatos views Hades and the people around him as a result of his childhood, in a very fridge horror "stop and think about it" kind of way.

First of all, the fact that Thanatos hasn't even been allowed to touch Hades' car. Obviously he's referring to specifically driving it but it makes me wonder what kind of bare minimum accommodations Hades made for his own adopted son. Again, played off for a joke.

And of course we have this one piece of concept art-

Now to be fair, this is concept art from before it was retconned that Thanatos was Hades' son, but it still casts an icky implication in hindsight both because of Hades' treatment towards Thanatos as well as the implication that Thanatos was getting "too close" to Persephone for Hades' liking. This sort of weird dynamic can be found in the actual comic when Hades admits he knows Thanatos was sleeping with Minthe.

And then there was this one scene, which prompted me to write this post in the first place, shared in the ULO Discord.

Thanatos has just met Daphne, so it's not necessarily weird for him to be suspicious of her asking for his phone, but the actual dialogue... doesn't line up with what you'd assume he would be suspicious of.

He doesn't say "you're not going to peek through it, are you?"

He specifically says "You're not going to smash it, are you?"

Now, if this line were intended to be anything more than some throwaway "haha funny" line (which, again, where's the punchline here) then maybe it could point more to something that happened between him and Minthe. But there's nothing that implies she was ever violent towards him, and the one time she IS violent towards anyone, it's implied that's the first and only time she's ever escalated things to that point and that even she's shocked and disgusted at her own behavior.

There is plenty to imply that Thanatos was abused by Hades, though.

So reading this line in hindsight... really just feels like further proof on a growing pile of evidence that Thanatos was constantly being berated, controlled, and abused by Hades, a guy who he never asked for as a father figure, but was still expected to apologize to anyways.

But there is one last thing I wanna mention before I wrap up. One thing that was mentioned by yet another user in the ULO community that really stood out to me because it just goes to show how horrible Hades has been towards Thanatos, both in the past pre-retcon and in the present well after it was established that they were father and (adopted) son.

And that's Hades' two dream sequences that involve him having children with Persephone.

One of these scenes is from before the retcon. The other is from after.

Neither one features Thanatos as a part of Hades' visions for the future.

Hades has been Thanatos' entire life. But Hades doesn't see Thanatos as even a part of his.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #essay post #long post #content warning #cw #child abuse #child neglect #tw child abuse #tw child neglect

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frerdy fasbear ? do you agree

many words have been said regarding the topic of frerdy fasbear. to jump into a discussion on the subject without first aknowledging their significance and contributions to the past, present, and dare i say future of the frerdy fasbear discussion, would be tantamount to a crime, which i would not dare commit for fear of retaliation from my friends and family. so to begin to even answer and or reply, to even think of preparing a response, or to even follow the train of thought guided by and generated from a question such as this one, without giving proper thought and adequate consideration to the scholars, scientists, and philosophers that have come before us, would be cause for ethical concerns. i will not partake in such a manner of academic indecency, so in order to correctly form a response to this tumbler ask, let us first ponder, analyse, and understand the words of those that have come before us. it is in such an act that we pay respects to the great minds that form the pillars on which we stand today. so let us begin by studying these profound words, in which we shall find the tools to construct a valid and adequate response to this question. personally i have and continue to be deeply inspired by the ouvre of mr. iplier, from whom i have learned many a subjects, and who's works have greatly and directly impacted my own. his achievements on this field of academic study have been a huge source of encouragement, as they could without controversy or argument be called the fundamental works which allow us to even ask this question today. in particular, in his seminal essay published on the 12th of august, 2014, mr iplier begins with the known and critically acclaimed phrase "hello everybody, my name is mark iplier". what else can be said about such a fundamental piece of lyricism that hasnt already been said before by scholars of yore? it is a deeply impactful word composition, readying us and preparing our minds for what comes next: "and welcome to five night s at fredys". utterly spectacular. if i am to be allowed a slight shift in tone into the personal, i would like the record to show that these words have been ingrained in my mind since the first minute i heard them. how else can they be described? how can a mortal mind generate such a sentence? this is the basis of this crucial work, which has gone on to inspire countless of scholars and academics, and will undoubtedly keep on doing so for years to come. it is on shoulders of giants that i can stand here today to answer this (seemingly) simple and minor question. but peeling the hidden layers we can reaveal a complex and interconnected network of topics, subjects, and efforts which brings into question the answerability of the proposed topic of this essay. of course, we wouldnt be sitting here right now if the answer were a simple "no". therefore, we can reason that the response we look for is indeed more complex, and full of depth. for us to construct this reply we so desire, i would propose we look inward into our very souls. you, the reader, i would suggest do the same. those soulless in the audience tonight i would recommend look to the person on their right, who will most definitely have a spare one. once this has been dealt with, and with the due and necessary interpolations taken care of, we can truly begin to answer this question which has plagued generations past. in this essay we will leave out of consideration the hidden, nested question of whether even asking such an inquiry should be performed on an open forum as this. we will assume that the answer is yes, of course, as science and knowledge should be shared openly and without restrictions. it is for this reason and with great conviction, that the author proposes a complete eradication of the concept of copyright, and encourages science magazines to freely and easily share all the papers they contain, as it is though sharing that we show our care and affection for others. it is thanks to mr iplier's freely shared work that we are sitting here today discussing, thinking, introspecting. had he not

openly shared his endeavours with the world, asking such a question today would have been completely worthless. but he did openly share, and so we stand with this question in hand. so finally and without delay, when it comes to the topic of answering this question, this author would like to make it clear and understood that it's reply is: "uhhh yeah i guess i would have to agree"

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genderkoolaid · 7 days

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Tw: mentions of lynching towards the bottom

Id like to reply to that anon that brought up the black feminists using “racialized misandry,” as a term. It it’s important to discuss the ways that men of color (and particularly black men in context of that phrase) are othered by society - but the construct of that phrase was critiqued because it separated racialized violence from other marginalized genders. Often the discrimination that men of color receive is through the context of their race.

Afropessimism, for example, is a critical framework that analyzes how blackness is seen as the “other,” And the method of dehumanization is constructed through the other. In the case of palestinian men, a similar construction can be seen through Edward Said’s book “Orientalism,” the othering of palestinians is enacted through the function of orientalism. By attributing it to the additional factors of their gender does not flesh out the racism, and often obscures the way that similar functions target other marginalized genders within their shared identities. they are subjected to violence bc they are racialized/colonized.

One example that also gets brought up is the way there were disproportionate amounts of black men lynched during the civil rights era. This is true, but it ignores the way the patriarchy operates. As a function of both colonialism and the patriarchy, men of color are both to be othered, and to be dominated. In the minds of white racists, The “other” must be eliminated in order to maintain power. This is a construct of existing systems.

Like you said in your reply, there is complete possibility to note these systems and validate the experiences of men of color. My reply is not to keep us from talking about them, but to be more intentional with our language. (This isn’t directed at anyone but there’s a tendency from white ppl to only bring up men of color as a talking point, instead of working to create spaces that enable them to be visible and that has got to stop)

you put it perfectly by saying “patriarchy weaponizes ideas of manhood and masculinity against people, especially marginalized people” I am thankful for the continued conversations on this blog, as I think collectively they are building towards more awareness for how these systems harm us all.

Thank you for this!

#m.#ask box #theory #not adding much myself bc i don't think there's anything I need to add #but ty for replying! very good points

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Would you guys consider putting a damper on how many confessions that trash baldurs gate 3 you post? Because I've noticed an increase to the point where you have multiple confessions saying basically the same thing back to back and it's starting to feel like it's not constructive criticism but just trying to make people feel bad for enjoying something that isn't "superior" like dragon age.

First its only one person doing the blog. :)

I am trying to limit them as much as I can but I want to be fair as well because I am getting about 20 submissions a week from some very unhappy people.

I've also deleted (and blocked)a few people saying they wish the fans had the same power back during the early days of Inquisition because characters like Vivienne would be "rewritten or diminished" and most of us know what that means. And I'm going to be a bit blunt....it was a bit disturbing to see the word "power" used.

Now I have BG3 but I'm just at the very beginning as my time is limited but my brother has played it all the way through once and he describes his experience as a Love- bitter resentment thing. There were moments he loved it but near the end some things really pissed him off. And he advised me to stay away from the fandom and just play it when I do have more time to focus on it.

There aren't any other confessions in the queue and there won't be for awhile.

And if I continue to get racist posts regarding Vivienne I will continue to delete and block as my brother explained the situation with the Wyll character to me and why it connects to recent uptick in racist posts about Vivienne. I'm getting some seriously horrible confessions about Vivienne and I'm not going to tolerate it.

And thats all I will be saying on the subject. -SMC

#Mod Note #da fandom critical

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Hey hey I just want to say thank you for your "please be kind to fanfic writers" post! I was reminded to go leave some messages in the askboxes of some of my favorite writers (which id been procrastinating on. oops.) and seeing their happy responses to getting feedback nearly made me cry. Give fanfic writers love, people!

It is a truth that should be universally acknowledged that writers love feedback!! All of us!!

Honestly if I could only be known for one thing, I’d rather it be this post than (probably) any of my fics, because I think it’s that important. And it’s become all the more important with the changing ways that folks consume fan content, which has increasingly strayed away from actually interacting with it.

Moral of the story, I’m so happy that the post reminded you to do that, Nonny, and doubly happy at how happy it made those writers!! Thank you for doing your part to help keep fandom alive <3

#ask #answered #hey nonny #blathering about my writing #and to keep things together in the tag #on the continued subject of constructive criticism

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eaglyn · 10 months

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Mr. Crazy and Mrs. Crazier | Dottore x reader smut

Warning: gore, human experimentation, dismantling of a human heart, psychopathic behavior Not proofread

You were just about the perfect being that he could imagine. In his eyes, you were smart, entertaining and downright gorgeous. Normally, Dottore wouldn't think such things about anything he didn't create himself, but you? You were different. You were perfect.

You were a very successful graduate of the Sumeru Akademiya's Amurta Darshan, some even say that you're the most promising student the Amurta Darshan's ever had. That was arguable. On the other hand, it was an unarguable truth that you were insane. You had about as much regard for human life as Dottore, or maybe even less. They tried to change you for some time, after all your knowledge and talent was definitely in the wrong hands considering your usual projects, which more often than not included human experimentation.

Obviously, they failed. When Dottore joined the Akademiya, he heard news of you, and he was intrigued. He searched for you day and night, week after week until you finally decided to see what his deal was, and once you saw his... creative potential, to speak lightly, you decided to teach him all sort of messed up tips and tricks, from the easiest way to disassemble a human body to reconstructing a human body with mechanical parts.

And that should give anyone the understanding of why and how Dottore was kicked from the Akademiya. When they learned of your cooperation with him, they were all but thrilled. In fact, they were mortified.

Dottore and yourself turned into a wicked pair, eventually ending up serving the Tsaritsa, but while he became a Fatui Harbinger, you just remained in the shadows, but eventually earning the rank number 2.5, as you and him practically came as a package deal. You continued working together for centuries.

Unlike you, he had to resort do different means of achieving a long lifespan, but you were always by his side to give him new ideas and help him out with whatever he needed. As such, you went from his mentor to his lab assistant who would sit atop a countertop in his laboratory and entertain him.

Fatui agents would often hear howling laughter coming up from the lab as you two were working on a new project, and could only imagine which part of cutting young humans up was it that entertained the two of you so much.

In reality, you could turn anything into entertainment.

"Why are you holding the scalpel like that? It looks like you're trying to use it as a chopstick." You raised your eyebrows at one of his most recent techniques.

"Criticize all you want, princess, but it's easier from me to cut at this angle. See?" He maneuvered around the current test subject's ribs, attempting to cut her heart out, having a prototype machine in hand.

"Or you could've just removed the ribs? Why are you so afraid to put the device down, it's not like we didn't sanitize everything a few minutes before starting this experiment." You rolled your eyes.

"But we always take the ribs out, and putting them back is such a pain."

"For you. I thought I gave you a detailed demonstration on how to reattach nerves properly. Also, how do you want to take out the heart with everything still in the way?" You crossed your legs, feeling that you've won the debate.

"By taking it apart, of course. The machine is also attached piece by piece, so the lack of open space won't be a hindrance." He grinned back at you.

"Excuses, excuses." With that, you went back to constructing some random trinket out of spare parts.

After a while, he finally managed to remove the heart, taking all the bits in his hand and raising them in the air victoriously.

"AHA! I've succeeded- oh shit..." He dropped one of them onto the floor. He placed the prototype heart down onto a sterile field, along with the scalpel before walking over to you. "Here, I shall give you my heart." With that, he dropped the dismantled pieces onto your lap, staining your pants with blood.

"Ew, you ruined my pants!" You grabbed a few pieces and launched them at his face as a payback.

"How dare you? I give you my heart and you just throw it away? Why so cruel, Y/n?" Both of you break out laughing like maniacs as you continue throwing bits of the test subject's heart at each other.

"Alright, alright, let's compose ourselves now." You said, gathering the bits before throwing them into a jar.

Dottore installs the prosthetic heart and sews the person back up, and after he was done with that, the two of you transported her to a cell.

"Now we just wait to see if the transplant was successful." You hummed in response, glancing down at your bloodstained pants again.

"Oh come on, those are just pants, Y/n." The blue haired man said with his arms crossed over his chest.

"But I liked these pants." You pouted. They were white shorts tailor made for you, and you knew that you'd never be able to get the blood out of the expensive material.

"Well I prefer you without pants, you don't see me complaining." He stepped closer to you, settling himself between your legs as you sat on the countertop. "And without a shirt too."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him, and he eagerly kissed back, while his hands were already creeping up on your torso underneath your shirt.

"In that case, remove them, Doc." And he just did that. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, attaching his lips to your neck while you pulled your arms out of the shirt, tossing it onto the ground.

You moaned softly as he continued sucking hickeys onto your soft skin, working on removing the belt from around your waist. When that was done, he pulled your pants down, tossing them onto the floor before going for your neck again, meanwhile his hand pulled your panties aside and he started rubbing your clit with two fingers. You threw your head back, moaning when you started feeling a knot forming in your stomach, but then he pulled his hand away.

"Oh come on." You said, scrunching up your eyebrows.

"It's not fair if you get all the fun and I don't get any." He said before stripping himself of his clothes and going back to you. He unclipped your bra, pulling it off of your body and tossing it away before hooking his finger around your panties and ripping them off.

He took a breast in his hand while using the other to rub the tip of his cock over your clit, lubricating it in the process.

"Please just put it in." You whined.

"As you wish, princess." With that, he shoved his cock into your entrance. No matter how many times you've done this, the first few seconds always hurt. His cock was big by all definition, almost too big. The length couldn't even fit all the way in, while the girth was so thick that you felt like your walls were being thorn apart each time. He slowly pulled out before going back in, letting you adjust a little before he started thrusting at a steady pace.

You hummed in pleasure, feeling his veins graze against your walls, and it was like a little spark ignited inside your stomach every time his tip kissed your cervix. He continued thrusting steadily until he started to see signs of impatience on your face. Then he decided to speed up, kissing you hungrily before doing so.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth as he was thrusting inside you, squeezing your breast once in a while as well. You were a moaning mess, gripping his muscular back with your hands.

The way he felt inside you was intoxicating. You were addicted to him. Only he could make you unfold this way. The way he kissed you with such lust and hunger, and he knew all your most sensitive spots. He knew just how to reach that sweet spot that made you scream out loud in pleasure each time, and when he'd do that, he'd speed up and start thrusting into you at an inhuman speed right afterwards. You felt like your insides were being rearranged, while he just grunted into your ear, telling you how nice and tight you were, just for him.

After all, nobody has seen you like this. Not for a very long time, at least. And you were only the happier to know that you were the only one that he fucked like this, and the only one that he'd keep in his lap, cockwarming him as he did paperwork or some other task that would be way too boring other wise.

And just as always, now too he managed to time his release to yours, and he moaned out loud as your walls clenched around them while he shot his cum deep into you.

But he didn't stop after that, he never does. He waits until you get down from your high before thrusting into your overstimulated pussy for three more rounds, until there is cum dripping down from the edge of the countertop and both of you are completely exhausted.

Dottore then grabs you by your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, and he sits down on a sofa, where you both take a nap.

At times like this, it's not only the psychopathic hollering of two maniacs that the Fatui Agents hear, but also the way that he makes you completely lose your mind in pleasure.

#il dottore #dottore #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fatui #dottore x reader #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x you #smut #neck kisses #overstim kink #cw: gore #human experimentation #reader insert #female reader

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Horrortober Day 17- Home(Yandere TMNT 2012 Raph x Reader)

A/N, not important: Guys I rewrote this one eight times I hate it so much but if I have to spend any more time on it I'm going to explode. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Kidnapping, loss of autonomy, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 993

Summary: Raph needs you to calm down and accept your new home

Raph paces in front of you, his face screwed into a scowl as he grumbles under his breath. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your heart pounding and nerves shot. He could still envision your panicked screams that erupted from your lips when you first woke, your eyes wide once you realized you were stuck. Your screams had died down by now, only small breaths of panic leaving you, but it was still too much for him. He never thought you would be scared of him. Sure, waking up chained where you didn’t fall asleep was scary, but the way you looked at him still broke his heart.

Raph’s hands twitched at his sides, the familiar anger bubbling up and dragging him down. You had no right to be scared. He’d never hurt you. Sure, he blew his lid sometimes, and sure, he shouted at you when you woke up, but you screamed first! It wasn’t fair that you were this panicked when you had only woken up in his room. You’d done it hundreds of times before, so what if this time you can’t leave? Can’t you see he’s just protecting you? Raph’s scowl deepens, still pacing in front of you as he tries to decide what he wants to do with you. He wanted to take this slow, to not hurt you or scare you for the first week at least, but he apparently already screwed that one up. He watches as you fiddle with the chain around your ankle, small stings of fear and worry biting at your heart. He still hadn’t explained what was going on, and while your screaming stopped, your panic had not.

“Raph?” You ask meekly, waiting for his head to turn to look at you before continuing. Raph hesitates, then meets your eyes. He scans your face and tries not to frown at the fear in your eyes, knowing that the thing you were scared of was him.

“Yes?” He grunts, toxic green eyes staring you down. He tries to relax his posture and fix his face, hoping that the more open he looked, the less scared you would be. It doesn’t seem to help much, as you still shake under his gaze.

“What’s going on?” You ask, your voice slightly less shaky as you gain back your usual confidence. You straighten your back and lean forward, no longer looking at the chains keeping you from fleeing. While your chest was still rising faster than normal, you had mostly calmed down, the fear slowly being replaced with confusion and hesitance. Raph wasn’t even sure if you were fully aware you were being kidnapped, and not being subjected to a weird game that he and his brothers were roping you into.

“I’m keeping you.” Raph says bluntly, unsure how else to put it. He figures he could tell you how he finds you the most wonderful thing in the universe, and that he’d do anything to keep you safe and by his side, but that would be too many words, and way too personal. You didn’t need to know how obsessed he was with you. He didn’t want you trying anything stupid.

You look at him strangely, as if you didn’t believe his words. Raph shifts where he stands, his eyes narrowing while he huffs. He didn’t want to scare you again, but he needed you to understand. You weren’t leaving. You tug at your chains again, frowning. It was clear you were desperately trying to rationalize this, to come up with reason or rhyme for why you woke up chained to his bed. Raph hadn’t touched you yet, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He really hated how loud you could scream.

“I don’t want to play your stupid game Raph.” You grumble, looking up at him with nervous eyes. Raph sighs, realizing you were starting to break down again. He’d probably gag you if you started screaming again.

“Not a game. You’re not leaving. I’m tired of you getting hurt and being in danger.” Raph tries his best to be blunt, to give you as much information while still keeping his feelings close to his chest. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with all that just yet. He was sure you loved him anyway. Why else would you be so calm? You’d always stuck by him, and even commonly stayed over with him. Making you love him was easy, but keeping you quiet would be a problem. He hadn’t even told Leo you were here yet. Raph would forever be glad he had the foresight enough to wait until his brothers were off with Casey and April to bring you home.

Raph watches your eyes closely, frowning as the fear returns. You chew on your cheek, you form small and closed off as you tug at the chain. You were confused and worried, unsure what all this meant. Raph wasn’t sure how to console you, shifting uncomfortably as he realizes he might have to help you deal with your emotions. He wanted you to feel safe, not scared.

He moves forward and reaches his hand out towards your face, his eyes darkening when you flinch back on instinct. He reaches forward and grabs the collar of your shirt tugging you forward. “I’m not scary. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

You whimper, eyes wide and full of the fear that he hated to see. He knew it would take a while before you fully realized how he was telling the truth. Raph sighs and lets go, watching you fall back onto his bed. You stay silent, keeping your breathing calm as you scratch at your arms. Raph exhales slowly, leaning back against the wall across from you so he could watch you process. He would wait, and silence any scream that escapes you. He would be patient with you. He had all the time in the world now that you were fully his.

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ghelgheli · 2 months

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i love your thoughtful posts and your patience in answering questions, was wondering if you had read transgender marxism and if so what did you think of it? ty!

thank you 💖💖

i put off answering this ask specifically to read transgender marxism. i hadn't realized, going in, that it was an anthology of essays rather than a book with a single thesis and thread. having worked through them all i have to say... i was underwhelmed.

a few of the essays (e.g. queer workerism against work and seizing the means) read as restatements, using assorted theoretical widgets, of the rote fact that aspiration toward class consciousness and proletarian revolution demands that we organize with a consciousness of transness. true! moving on.

a few others (trans work employment trajectories, notes from brazil, dialogue on deleuze) felt like re-presentations of known knowns and (sorry!) kind of pedestrian to work thru.

several of the later essays (and especially the afterword, which as far as i could tell misrepresented at least JGP in histories of the transgender child and possibly even metabolic rift) bored me near to tears and were difficult to distinguish from the wordplay of theorizing purely in the realm of ideas. i'm pretty sure i think "‘Why Are We Like This?’: The Primacy of Transsexuality" by xandra metcalfe is just wrong and plays into racialist constructions of the plasticity of the subject while trying to construct an image of liberation.

that said, I had some favourites that i would recommend:

Encounters in Lancaster by JN Hoad. i posted an excerpt of this one recently. the analogies to atomism, the conception of the aleatrix, the image of heterosexuality as the swerving stream that sweeps us up in its currents—i thought it was beautiful and sharp.

The Bridge Between Gender and Organising by Farah Thompson. also posted an excerpt of this one. just a good autobiographical account with clear upshots of one subjectivity of organizing for a Black trans woman

A Queer Marxist Transfeminism: Queer and Trans Social Reproduction by Nat Raha. this is a critical recommendation (i think there is a classic overuse/misapplication of "femme" thru the text) but the concept of "gender labour" (not gendered labour!) and of the transfeminine subject as being relegated to the lowest, informal and unwaged rung of performing this labour in service of gender maintenance is something that will stay with me

i also enjoyed Transgender and Disabled Bodies: Between Pain and the Imaginary by Zoe Belinsky. don't have too much to say about this one. here's an excerpt tho: "The organism creates her own foundation: she continually creates the being of her own species – the condition for creating the ‘I can’. She continually creates her capacity to create that species-being and the ‘I can’. She does this through the collective labour of organisms labouring in common, in order to coordinate themselves as sensory parts in a higher organism. The labourers must move from particularity to generality in order to establish the general horizon of transformative possibilities: the inorganic body – institutions, tools of culture – that support the creative capacity of the human body."

#ask answer #transgender marxism #ty for asking!

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bitterpotionn · 9 months

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Johnny Slaughter - Crush pt. 2

Here is part 2! I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later. I always hate waiting for part 2s, so I didn't want to subject anyone to that. This one is very smut heavy and I'm quite proud of it. It's also very long.

I hope you all enjoy it! I wouldn't mind expanding on this dynamic in the future if that's something y'all would read so just let me know!

As always, any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: Use of Y/N, dub-con, Johnny's mean, cunnilingus, slapping, hair pulling, unsafe sex, pressure, reader is sad, drinking, smoking, name-calling, blood, loss of virginity

Two dates turned into many. Sneaking out and ditching her friends to see Johnny became a routine for her. She was so infatuated with him. She wanted to be around him constantly and she just couldn't help but revolve her entire life around him. He was always so convincing and charming; how could she resist?

They were walking hand in hand down the old cracked sidewalk. They had just gotten out of the late showing of a movie she was dying to see. Johnny was off today. Quiet. She took note of this and was worried the entire night, she didn't want him to be upset. She leaned into his side as they walked, stroking the top of his hand. He just grunted and continued walking as he took another long drag out of his cigarette. "Hey, I forgot to mention, my parents will be out of town for the weekend, some wedding thing..." her words drifted off, she felt him slightly stiffen next to her "Maybe you could, I dunno come over and I can make you dinner?" her eyes shifted to study his reaction. For the first time tonight, he grinned; wide. "That sounds like a good idea, darlin'"

Once they arrived at her house she let Johnny in, motioning him to follow her into the kitchen. Johnny scanned his eyes around the house. It was clean and cozy. Definitely a lot nicer than his house. He zoned in on a family picture hanging on the wall next to the kitchen entrance. Her mom and her dad were sitting on the porch of their house, with a teenage Y/N sitting in the middle of them, smiling. His eyes narrowed. He was distracted as she got out some pots and pans and began gathering up some ingredients in a hurried manner. She really wanted to impress him.

As she stirred some red sauce he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself into her. She could feel his slight hard-on. This made her stiffen a bit. They hadn't done much other than kissing and some light petting. Not that Johnny didn't try almost every time they went out, she always shyly turned him down. Mumbling something about "not being ready." Much to his dismay.

"I love seeing you act like my little housewife, makin' me dinner" he hummed out, his head resting on her shoulder. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her face. "Such a good girl for me hm?" his hands traveled to the underside of her breasts, staying still in that position for a while. She gave him a nervous laugh and nudged his shoulder playfully. "Makin' me blush Johnny" she said as she continued to stir the contents in the pan. He chuckled and stayed in his position, gently swaying her back and forth. Eventually, she needed to grab some more ingredients. She slipped out of his grip and started to grab some pasta to boil.

He leaned against the counter as he watched her rush around, desperately trying to make everything perfect for him. She turned to look at him. "You can sit down, you don't gotta stand here with me" she said giving him a smile. He shrugged and looked over at the food. "I like watchin'" he said grinning at her.

After a while of her running around she finally finished preparing the pasta. She got him his plate first and sat it down on the kitchen island. She had a hopeful look on her face as he watched him eating, praying that he would like it. "Do you like it?" she asked rubbing his head as he ate. He nodded and smiled at her. "Delicious" she felt herself breathe a sigh of relief as she gathered her own plate, setting down right next to him.

It almost felt domestic. Sitting next to him eating a home-cooked meal like this. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She could almost pretend that they lived together, that this was just another Saturday of them eating dinner together. Maybe they just put the kids down for sleep and they finally had some alone time, she liked to think like that. She felt like she was living her teenage fantasy.

After they were both done eating, she was washing the dishes in the sink as he leaned beside her, drinking one of her dad's Budweiser beer bottles from the fridge. She made a mental note to replace it, to not raise any attention to it being gone. "What we havin' for dessert, I think I got some ideas," Johnny said, his voice low as he spoke directly into her ear. She giggled and playfully swatted him away as she dried off her hands. "I still gotta show you around," she quickly changed the subject as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the center of the house.

The tour was painfully long and boring for Johnny, after all he only had one thing on his mind. The last part of the tour was the room Johnny was waiting for, her bedroom. As they walked in, his eyes scanned the area. He walked around and looked at all the pictures on her dresser, and all the books on her bookshelf. He noted a lot of pictures of her friends and family. As he scanned the area she sat down on her floral comforter on her bed. Readjusting some of her pillows and stuffed animals, trying to make the room look more neat. She almost felt like this was a prison cell check, the way he looked at every little detail made her nervous.

He turned back to her sitting figure and grinned widely. "Cute," he said, sitting down next to her, glancing over at her stuffed animals that lined the bed. "Aren't you too old for all those stuffed animals," he teased pulling her into his lap. She gave him a pout and shook her head. "You can never be too old," she said leaning her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his torso. He chuckled and held her close, rocking her back in forth almost like a child. "I haven't forgotten about dessert ya know," he said slowly, kissing up and down her neck.

She bit down on her lip and didn't answer, too distracted by the feeling of him kissing her neck. He switched positions and gently laid her down on her bed, he was hovering over her. His knee was positioned right in between her legs, pushing up against her. She bit down on her tongue to prevent herself from moaning out. His lips were all over her neck and mouth, the feeling was becoming almost unbearable. It was only when his hand moved down to the button of her jeans is when she shot up. He made a surprised noise as he followed suit, leaning back trying not to fall off the bed. "What the hell Y/N?" he said his eyes narrowing.

She bit down on her lip and shook her head a bit. "I-I'm sorry, I just got nervous" she looked up at him and reached for his hand. "I just don't know if I'm ready for that, Johnny" He groaned slightly and moved his hand away from hers, rubbing his face in annoyance. "What am I supposed to just wait around until you decide to be ready? You're an adult Y/N" he snapped, almost glaring at her. "Johnny...don't be mad. I just, I need more time" her voice was meek as she spoke, her heart hurt. He gave a dry chuckle at this and shrugged standing up. "Right" he started to walk toward the door, and she quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. "Please don't go I'm sorry" her voice broke as she fought back the urge to cry.

"You're being so childish, Y/N. After all I do for you, you won't even let me touch you" he pulled his arm away from her and rolled his eyes. She felt her heart beat quicken, she felt like she was going to throw up. He can't just leave. "No, no I'm ready I swear" she said grabbing onto his arm again.

He looked down at her with a skeptical look on his face. "Really?" She quickly nodded and gave him a weak smile. "I mean. You're right, you do so much for me and you treat me so well. Its the least I can do right?" He smirked and nodded "That's right" he lifted her up and laid her back down on her bed. "Just please go easy..." she said frowning a bit at him. He nodded "Of course, I always take care of you don't I?"

His lips found their way to her neck, kissing and sucking. She winced at the thought of having visible hickeys on her neck. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't risk upsetting him again. His knee found its way right back in between her legs. She couldn't help but lightly grind against his knee, desperate for some type of friction. He snickered at this and rammed his knee closer to her aching cunt. She gasped a bit as her eyes shot up to meet his. "Don't get shy now doll, just a second ago you were humping my knee like a bitch in heat," he snickered and pulled up her t-shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air of her bedroom. She whined and tried to squeeze her legs together, only to be stopped by this leg in between her thighs. "You've been holdin' out on me doll, makin' me wait for so long," his mouth caught onto one of her breasts, desperately sucking at her nipple.

She arched her back off the bed, holding onto his shoulders as he continued. Letting out small whines. She was overwhelmed with all of the different feelings she was having. On the one hand, she was ecstatic to lose her virginity to Johnny, after all, she loved him. But on the other hand, she was scared and didn't feel entirely ready. She felt like she had no choice now.

After an eternity of Johnny giving her hickeys and sucking on every part of her chest, his hands found their way to her jean button. He glanced up at her as he unbuttoned her jeans, painfully slow. He then yanked them down so that she was completely bare underneath him. He hummed out and ran two thick fingers over her wet cunt. He chuckled when he felt her. "Already soaked like a slut, you sure you're a virgin doll?" she quickly nodded her eyes going wide. He snickered "I'm just playin'" he ran his fingers through her folds. She let out some strained moans as she furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes squeezing shut. "Since I'm bein' such a gentleman, I'll warm you up first," without much warning, he pushed two fingers inside of her. She let out a gasp and stared at him. The feeling was so foreign to her. She couldn't decipher what she was exactly feeling.

He steadily pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them up into her. His free hand found its way to her neck, keeping her steady as he worked her. She let out small moans and whines her legs shaking. "J-Johnny" she stuttered out, gripping his forearm. Right when she felt herself about to go over the edge, he pulled his fingers out of her. He scanned his fingers, a thin sheen of blood coated them, he snickered and looked in her eyes as he sucked his fingers clean, letting out a low groan as he did so. Her eyes widened as he watched his lude act. She felt a warm sensation in her stomach.

He smirked and stroked the side of her face. He kissed her deeply, she could taste herself on his tongue. He then pulled away and took off his shirt, exposing his toned chest to her. She couldn't help but stare, it was clear all the farm work paid off. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it in his hand. Her eyes went wide as she realized the sheer size of him. "Think ya can handle it darlin'?" he snickered, rubbing the tip through her wet folds. "Is it gonna hurt?" she asked, a deep frown on her face, she felt like she already knew the answer but hoped he would be able to provide some reassurance. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her neck "Probably, but I'll go easy doll," he said with a sarcastic tone. He didn't make her feel better.

Without much warning, he pushed into her, he let out a deep groan, "Fuck your tight," he moaned out. She let out a strained whine, she dug her nails into his forearm. The feeling was almost too much, the feeling of him deep inside of her made her eyes roll back. It was painful and foreign at the same time. Johnny started to move but she quickly shook her head. "N-not yet" she moaned out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He feigned an eye roll before shaking his head. "You gotta get used to the feeling, it will feel good I promise," he started thrusting at a steady pace. She panted and let out a series of loud moans as he hit deep inside of her.

"Such a good girl,” He gripped her hips as he thrust into her. He looked down and saw some drips of blood go onto her floral comforter. He smirked and thrust harder, his grip tightening around her hips. She gripped his hands and whined. "J-Johnny..." she breathed out. "That's right, I own this cunt", he reached out and gripped her neck, leaning down to kiss her sloppily.

Her mind was spinning, she almost felt sick and she was desperate for some sort of comfort from Johnny, but he didn't give her that. Johnny continued his rough thrusts into her, squeezing at her neck, all while letting out low groans. "Fuck I'm gonna fill you up," he moaned out, staring at the way her breasts moved with every thrust. With one last mind-numbing thrust, Johnny finished deep inside of her. He let out a string of curses as he squeezed down on her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut, cringing at the feeling of his hot cum inside of her.

He let out a low whistle as he pulled out of her, admiring the way his pink-tinted cum dripped out of her and onto her bed. He smirked at her and pulled her in for a kiss that was more teeth than anything. "You were a good girl, doll," he got up and began dressing himself, throwing one of her shirts on the floor to her so she could clean herself off. She shakily grabbed the shirt and tried to wipe the cum and blood off of her comforter. She looked up at Johnny. "You're gonna stay the night right?" she asked quietly, embarrassment laced through her words.

Johnny hesitated for a second. "I can't tonight, darlin'. Gotta be up real early tomorrow. But I'll swing by later hm?" he lifted her up from the bed and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go. He chuckled and patted her back, setting her back down on her bed. Without another word from him he walked out of her room. She could hear his heavy boots thudding down the stairs and out the door. The sound of his truck driving away was like a punch to the gut.

She sat on her bed, still completely naked. She looked over at the large stain on her comforter. She shakily got up and stumbled into the bathroom, she felt dirty and used. She sat down against the door of the bathroom and hugged her knees to her chest. Her first time was supposed to be...different. It was supposed to be on her terms. She imagined Johnny gently laying her on her bed, whispering 'I love you's' into her ear as he held her. Going slow and easy. Showering her with love and admiration. Staying the night and holding her as she slept. Yet here she was, naked, bruised and sore on her bathroom floor. She cried herself to sleep that night.

The following morning she got up early. She could hardly sleep. She woke up with a splitting migraine and an ache in between her thighs. She called Lacy and Sarah. She didn't dare tell them what happened, how could she? Yet despite the complexity of her feelings, she found herself missing Johnny. She missed the way he would hold her hand and help her into his truck. Maybe she was just being difficult, he had to care about her. He wouldn't have waited so long if he hadn't; right?

Later that night, she was walking home from her shift at the bookstore. She was still sore and slightly upset. She hadn't heard anything from Johnny, not even a call. She almost didn't want to hear from him. The night before created a foggy mess over her brain. Left her confused and hurt.

She was able to pick up some new titles today, courtesy of her boss. She clutched the books closely to her chest as she neared her house. She heard the familiar roar of Johnny's truck coming up behind her, and her stomach dropped. Johnny rolled down the window and whistled at her. "Who is this pretty girl? Walkin' home by herself?" he chuckled and looked over to her. When she didn't respond he frowned. "Hey Y/N,” she stopped and looked over giving him a weak smile. "Hi Johnny, just headin' home," she said slowly approaching the truck. "I see that. Let me give you a ride, c'mon,”

She didn't bother to argue as she got into his car, settling into the passenger seat. He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. She kissed back slightly before pulling away with another weak smile. He made a "hmph" sound before starting down the road toward her house. His hand found its way to her thigh as he drove. "You feelin' okay? Sore?" he snickered and looked over to see her reaction. She didn't offer one, other than a slight nod. He noticed this change in demeanor quickly, a deep scowl set on his face.

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet, aside from the sound of her flipping through the pages of her new books. Once Johnny pulled up to her house he turned off the car and got out, opening the passenger side door for her. She slipped out of the truck and looked up at him. "Thank you for the ride, I'll see you later,” she said turning to walk back into her house. He grabbed her arm and chuckled a bit. "Not gonna invite me in? Your parents aren't home still," he hummed wrapping his arm around her shoulder, walking toward the front door with her. "Johnny-" she didn't have much time for protest before he walked into the house with her.

"I figured I'd make it up to you since I couldn't stay last night. I'll stay tonight. How's that sound?" he asked, leading her up to her bedroom. She hesitated a bit before nodding "Alright...I'm awfully tired though." she said nervously, setting down her books at her desk. Johnny nodded and stretched his arms above his head. "Too tired for me?" he asked with a fake pout, pulling her close to him by the waist.

He sat down on her bed and sets her in his lap. “I missed you today, came by earlier and you weren’t here,” he explained, his voice laced with some annoyance. “Well I was workin’” she said sitting ridgitly in his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered kisses along her throat. She let out a small giggle and lightly pushed his face away. He chuckled at this and angled her so she was sitting directly on his hardening bulge.

She felt a small squeeze in her stomach, she laughed nervously and shifted off of his lap and sat beside him. “Johnny…maybe not tonight. I’m really tired,” he rolled his eyes and started rubbing at this clothed cock. “Maybe you could help me out, put that mouth of yours to use,” he snickered and lifted her up and sat her down on the floor infront of him. He spread his legs wide and pulled out his hardening cock.

She frowned and tried to mutter something but she knew she couldn’t get out of this. “I’ve never…” she nervously played with the rip in his jeans. He pumped his cock a few times before gently gripping the back of her head. “it’s easy, darlin’. Just open your mouth for me,” she obliged and he slipped his cock into her mouth, letting out a lot groan as he tipped his head back. She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of her mouth. She laid her hands on his thighs to try and stay steady. She tried her best not to gag as he slipped his full length into her throat. Spit dribbled out of the side of her mouth as she whined, looking up at him with pleading teary eyes. She didn't know what to do.

She tried to circle her tongue around his leaking tip, but she kept gagging. He chuckled at her struggle and gripped her head as he bobbed her head up and down. She kept gagging, fat tears running down her face, she was praying it would be over with soon. She tried to suck on him as he bobbed her head up and down. This must have done something because Johnny groaned deeply and tipped his head back. "Fuck just like that, doll. Keep goin'" his grip on her head tightened.

She whined loudly and gripped down on his jeans harder. He moved one of his hands to the side of her face, wiping her tears with his thumb. A wide smirk on his face as he watched her tremble beneath him. He didn't hold back as he thrusted into her mouth. She felt him hit the back of her throat with each thrust, it hurt. She kept gagging, the sound made her cringe. With one last thrust, Johnny came deep inside her throat. She coughed as he pulled out, trying to swallow what she could but a lot of spit and cum dripped down onto his thigh. He held her face with his hands, staring at her puffy teary eyes. "Look so pretty, doll" he leaned down and kissed her deeply, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth.

Her body shook at the compliment, she gave him a smile once he pulled away from her lips. She admired the way the sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, the way his face was slightly red. For just a second, she could forget what he just did to her. What he made her do. She could imagine that he was looking at her with love, not lust. Her heart fluttered as he pulled her into his lap. "Are you stayin' over?" she asked quietly, leaning her head against his chest. He nodded and stroked her back.

She was able to get away from Johnny long enough to prepare for bed. Once she got back into her room, Johnny was in her bed sprawled out, partially naked, sleeping. She frowned a bit and crawled into bed next to him. It felt odd. Like he wasn't supposed to be there. She curled up facing away from him. She clutched a stuffed bunny in her arms. Her throat hurt and she was still sore from yesterday. She didn't know if she could continue this. His presence behind her made her feel cold.

"You're quiet, Y/N" Lacy said leaning back into the longue chair. They were at the community pool, and they decided to have a girl's day after Y/N had been spending a lot of time with Johnny. Y/N shrugged and kicked her feet gently in the pool, watching the water swirl underneath her. Sarah was sitting next to her, giving her a concerned look. Lacy got up and sat on the other side of Y/N, leaning her head on her shoulder. "What's wrong. We can tell something is bothering you" Lacy shot an expecting glance over at Sarah, urging her to say something. "You can tell us, Y/N." Sarah chimed in, rubbing her arm soothingly.

Y/N hesitated, focusing her eyes on how the water gently moved in the pool. "I just...I don't think me and Johnny are working..." she felt both of them stiffen beside her. "We-We had sex and I wasn't ready and I felt pressured. It wasn't like how I wanted it to be. I imagined something more gentle and caring but he just wasn't. Now every time I see him I'm just reminded of it." she blurted out, avoiding eye contact with both of him.

Lacy was the first to speak up, "Y/N don't feel pressured into staying with him, if he made you uncomfortable and unsafe you shouldn't stay with him," Sarah nodded along "He shouldn't be treating you like that. As much as we like to fantasize about him, Johnny isn't really great boyfriend material," Sarah said softly, not wanting to upset her.

Y/N felt her eyes start to tear up. She was finally faced with reality. She had been hoping for this teenage fantasy, this perfect relationship with a guy she knew she couldn't fix. "You guys are right," her words trailed off as she held their hands. "You need to focus on yourself, you have goals beyond Johnny Slaughter. Didn't you apply to Texas State? You can't let him hold you back, Y/N. Especially if he's treatin' you like that," Lacy said.

Y/N let the tears fall freely from her eyes at this point, she just nodded and wrapped her arms around them, desperate for comfort. "How do I even tell him? He's going to be pissed-" her words were interrupted by Sarah. "What if you don't? I mean you two aren't official, you could just put some distance and he probably will get the hint" she suggested, still hugging Y/N tight. Y/N gave a shrug in response. "I could try it" it felt like her heart was being squeezed dry, she did care about Johnny a lot. However, the thought of staying with Johnny made her stomach twist.

She had been avoiding Johnny most of the week. She didn’t know how to approach the subject. She knew she couldn’t just talk to him about it, she knew how he was. How he acted. Part of her wished he would just forget about it and move on to another girl. But that would be too easy.

She had decided after her closing shift to get some dinner from a local diner. Her parents were gone again for this weekend and she wasn't really in the mood for cooking. Afterward, she was walking down the relatively well-lit street, steadily making her way home. Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of a loud truck behind her. Her blood ran cold.

She heard a whistle as the window of the truck rolled down. She glanced behind her, Johnny was leaning forward, giving her a grin. "Hey doll, haven't heard much from you this week? You been busy?" he asked, idling the car as he spoke to her. "Y-yeah, been workin' a lot," she gave him a strained smile as she started to walk away slowly. "I gotta get goin', Johnny" his eyes narrowed as he watched her "Hey hey slow down, I miss ya. Why don't we hang out?" he said smoothly, smirking at her. She took in a quick breath and shook her head. "I can't, I got opening shift tomorrow and I'm gonna crash as soon as I get home" she quickly walked off. She heard some muted curses from behind her as his truck slowly drove off.

The walk back home went without incident. She was tired and eager to relax at home. She was curled up on her couch, reading a book when she heard loud banging on her front door. Her head snapped in the direction of the door. She glanced at the clock, 12:34 am. She slowly got up and walked to her front door. The banging continued, she peeked out the peephole and saw Johnny with an angry scowl on his face, her stomach dropped.

Being sure to keep the chain on the door, she gently opened the door. "J-Johnny what are you doin' here it's late," her eyes were wide with fear and worry. He chuckled in response and leaned against the door, his eyes scanning up and down her body "Givin' me the cold shoulder huh?" she could smell the booze on his breath. "Johnny please, don't do this..." she mumbled quietly, going to close the door. Johnny shoved his boot into the door, preventing it from closing. "Let me in, doll" he frowned at her "I just want to talk about this, I at least deserve that don't I?"

She hesitated, she felt bad. Maybe she did not do the wrong thing by just ignoring him. She nodded a bit and opened the door. He quickly pushed in and shut the door behind him, locking it. He turned to her and gave her a grin. "Now you gonna talk to me, darlin'?" he grabbed her waist and gave her sloppy kisses down her neck. She gave a nervous laugh and put her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. "I just" she gulped "I don't know if this is workin' Johnny. I just-ya know I'm goin' off this fall to school and I don't want to lead you on ya know?" she looked up at him, nervously fidgeting with the end of her t-shirt.

His eyes narrowed and his face scrunched up in a scowl. He leaned back and stared at her for a while before speaking, "Really? Just like that?" he laughed and rubbed his forehead in annoyance. "You're lying" he said, his hand gripping her neck suddenly. She let out a gasp and hit his arm. "Cut it out!" she whined out trying to pull away from him. "You just think you can what? Leave? Leave me hangin' after all I've done for you. You don't get to just leave." he squeezed her neck and got into her face, his eyes glaring daggers into her.

She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground below, frantically backing up as he approached her. “Johnny stop, can we please just talk” she whined out, she could feel tears well up in her eyes. Johnny scowled and approached her, bending down to grab her again. “We ain’t talkin’” he drawled out grabbing her arm. Without thinking she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. She gasped as she stared at him afterwards, she frantically mumbled our apologies.

His head snapped to the left for a bit before a wide grin appeared on his face. He turned to face her and smirked as he stared at her. He quickly pinned her down to the hardwood flooring. Holding her wrists over her head. Her hands went numb as he held them firmly to the floor.

Her head felt dizzy and she could feel warm tears stream down her face. "J-Johnny my parents will be home soon...you gotta leave" she stuttered out, trying to catch her breath to prevent herself from hyperventilating. He made a fake pout, before laughing right in her face "You think I'm an idiot? I know they ain't home this weekend. You're all mine for the weekend, darlin'" he let out a chuckle as his lips kissed down her neck.

The first day with Johnny consisted of catering to his every whim. Whether that was sex or dinner or whatever else he could think of. Her mind felt muddled. She felt trapped. She had no one to call, no one to help her. She was stuck in her childhood home with Johnny.

It was almost domestic. The way she would make him lunch and sit on the couch with him. But of course, a usual domestic setting didn't include the yelling and the hair-pulling. Sometimes she could just pretend that this was normal, that he was her husband and they were happy. That facade only lasted so long though, as soon as he would grab her neck or pull her hair, the fantasy would shatter into a million pieces.

He was currently sitting on the big leather recliner in the living room. His feet propped up as he drank a beer, watching the TV. She sat stiffly beside him. His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her close to him. She was sore and tired. She wished her parents would come home early or Lacy and Sarah would stop by. But they never did.

Johnny glanced over at her and smirked. "Come sit on my lap" he slurred out, this was his third beer. She hesitated just a bit too long for Johnny's liking, he grabbed her throat and pulled her crudely into his lap. His breath was on her neck as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist. He snickered as his hands rubbed down her thighs. "I'm so glad we get to spend the weekend together, almost don't want it to end" his hands found their way up her shirt, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her nipples.

She didn't say anything just clenched her eyes shut as he groped her. He lifted her up and switched her around so she was facing him. She readjusted her legs to be on either side of his thighs. She stared at him. He gave her a smirk and stroked her face with his calloused hands. "I don't like it when you look at me like that, doll," his eyes narrowed as he played with the hem of her sleep shorts. "What are you doing Johnny? My parents are coming home soon. You can't just keep me here like this" her words were laced with disgust and anger.

He sighed deeply and tipped his head back, still staring at her. "I don't think I'm done playin' with you quite yet. I think I might take you home with me" he angled her so she was sitting directly on his hardening cock. He put his hands on her waist as he rocked her hips back and forth on him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him. "You wouldn't," he snickered as he pulled down her shorts. "I would, darlin'."

She didn't try to resist him as he undressed her. She knew she couldn't do much to stop him. He bit down on his lip as he pulled out his cock. He pumped himself while staring directly at her. "Why don't you be my good girl and sit on my cock?" he grinned wide. She winced at his words and let down a dry gulp. She had never done this before, normally he was always on top. He knew this.

He gave her ass a firm slap as he looked up at her. "Well go on," a mean smile adorned his lips. She hesitated more and stared at him. "I-" he rolled his eyes and lifted her up, sinking her down on his now-fully hard cock. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him enter her. He sat her down fully on him, and he let out a long groan as he leaned his head back. His hands firmly gripped her hips. "Now move."

She nodded a bit and placed her hands on his shoulders as she slowly bounced up and down on him. She let out small whimpers, opting to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He seemingly didn't mind as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he matched her movements. He thrust up into her a few times, earning a few loud moans from her.

"Fuck, such a slut for me huh?" he snickered and grabbed her head and forced her back to look at him. Her face was streaked with tears as she struggled to focus on him, too consumed with his brutal thrusts. "You're not leavin' me, ever" he snarled out, thrusting up harder into her. His other hand gripped her waist, digging his blunt nails into the plush of her hips. "I swear to god I'll kill you if you pull some shit like that again" he moved his hand to squeeze her cheeks together, puckering her lips up as he forced her to look at him. "You understand!?" he yelled loudly, this violent thrusting not stopping.

Tears fell from her face as he shook her. She cried and nodded as she felt his thrusts become jagged and sloppy. "Yes yes yes" she slurred out her words as she came undone, letting out a loud moan as she cried. He released her face and held her close to him as he thrusted one final time up into her. Releasing his seed deep inside of her as he panted.

They stayed like that for a while. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck as he held her to his bare chest. He was still buried deep inside of her, his cum dripping out down the sides of his cock and into his lap. He didn't mind. He just held her. Her sobs lessened at this point. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as she cherished this small form of aftercare.

After the long string of silence, he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her for a second. He gave her cheek a rough pat, signaling her to open her eyes. She did so and stared at him. "I own you. Whatever hold you think you have on me. You don't. I could kill you right now." his face was stoic, not even a smirk. He slowly got up and walked out of the room. She heard the fridge door open and the sound of clinking bottles. The TV was turned back on.

She lay there staring at the ceiling. She watched as the light from her window faded. Hours must have passed. She didn't move, not once. The room was pitch black by the time she heard the door creak open. The bed dipped under his weight as he lay beside her. She could smell beer and cigarettes radiating off of him. An arm hooked around her waist as he spooned her. She could feel his body relax as he fell asleep. Yet, she lay there, staring at the dark nothingness that engulfed her room.

They were married, they were happy. He came home from a long day of work. The kids just fell asleep. They made love, it was gentle and kind. He loved her. She could almost believe it herself.

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