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starry-bi-sky · 1 day

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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#I AM LOUDLY PUSHING THE BATDAD AGENDA #anyways— add ons are encouraged i wanna talk more dpxdc with folks i just cant find any aus i really like enough to engage with #which is nobody's fault and its why im making my own content in order to reach more people #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #i took a ‘which batfam member are you (except its personal)’ quiz a few days ago #and got bruce wayne. and then was promptly read to filth why im most like him and it rudely but accurately explained why im the most like #him. it also consequently explained to me why i like him so much. whenever i see him in his kindest form i see a mirror looking back #anyways lots of ‘danny rejecting bruce as a parent’ aus. may i present: bruce and danny finding family in each other aus. batdad aus pls.#dpxdc prompt #dcxdp #this prompt can take place at any point of Batkid accumulation but personally i was imagining this as before Bruce has any of his kids yet #eldest brother danny supremacy and also just that one on one bonding #danny being someone who was never afraid of the dark as a kid and even less so as he got older. taking solace in it as a ghost because you #cant hide in the dark when you glow. his enemies can't jump out at him. but he can jump out at them. how can he be afraid of the dark when #the dark is where the stars like to live? there's a comfort in the shadows. there might be something hiding in it. but he's hiding in it to #blood blossoms eat ghosts headcanon #wasn't sure where i was gonna go with this at the beginning and then i caught steam.#batman casually kidnaps an orphan upon kid's request. also the kid was Actively Dying Of Poison. What was he gonna do?? NOT help him?#mister 'keeps candy in his utility belt specifically for scared children'??? no way.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 6 months

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Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts 🌧

By: @the-bad-batch-baroness

"We should order in."

"Come here. Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

"Does the thunder scare you?"

"I can hold your umbrella for you."

"You're soaked!"

"I'll toss your pajamas in the dryer to warm them up."

"Do you need a towel?"

"Strip. You're gonna catch a cold."

"Puddle!"

"Did you feel that?" "Feel what?" "It's starting to rain."

"I think it's going to rain."

"I am wet, and I am tired."

"There's water in my shoes."

"Do you want me to start you a shower or a bath?"

"Would you like to stand under my umbrella?"

"This towel is so soft."

"I am soaked down to my underwear."

"This umbrella is too small for the both of us."

"I can't find my rain boots."

"I don't like being wet."

"I love the sound of the rain."

"Can we stay here for a while? I want to listen to the rain."

"I don't want to go out. It's raining."

"That's the third time you've sneezed."

"Let me warm you up."

"I really want to kiss you." "Now? In the rain?"

"No one will hear us since it's raining."

"What happened to you?" "I slipped in the rain."

"I feel like a drowned rat." "You look like one too."

"Don't you dare jump in that puddle and get me wet!"

"You look so cute in that rain jacket."

"Can we stay in bed today?"

"The roof is leaking again."

"If you shiver any harder, you'll vibrate right off of the chair."

"Let's play in the rain!"

"Dance with me in the rain."

"Please let me in. It's pouring!"

"I hate thunderstorms." "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"I'll race you back home!"

"Do you want my wet handkerchief to dry your wet face?"

"So much for our picnic."

"The rain is so relaxing."

"I'll put the kettle on."

"My hair is soaked!" "You still look beautiful."

"I made you a mug of tea."

"Is this tree taken?" "I think it's big enough for the both of us."

"What's the matter?" "I ran out of books to read."

"Will it ever stop raining?"

"Did you know that rainy day cuddles are two times more effective than sunny day cuddles?"

"Can you moan a little louder? I can't hear you over the rain."

#i am NOT taking requests #ive always wanted to make a prompt list #feel free to share #use them at your whim!#writing prompts #dialogue prompts #my prompts #rainy day prompts #fluff prompts #romantic prompts #spicy prompts #comfort prompts #prompt list #tbbb speaks #tbbb writes #tbbb prompts

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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Villian x Hero dancing at a Hero/Villian Peace Gala, talking about how they are going to kill each other, then one of them is all like "well if you'd go through all that effort then you might as well xxxx" and then the conversation gets very dangerously suggestive.

Henchman and Sidekick drinking punch in the bg: If they're not already doing it, they start tonight frfr

"I don't know if I'm allowed to say this—" the villain pulled the hero by their waist against their own body "—but you look quite lovely tonight."

"Careful. I'm still very much willing to gut you. Right here, right now."

The villain faked a gasp.

"With all these people around? I admire such boldness." They smiled sweetly and the hero had the sudden urge to smack their dance partner. "You really don't care about being indecent in public, do you?"

Their voice was low and as sweet as honey. The villain really knew how to make an impression. After all, they weren't an unimportant player in all of this. Most people here didn't realise it but in reality, the villain was as powerful as the queen on a chessboard. Hidden from view, they had pulled the strings to arrange a peace treaty.

However. However.

The hero didn't know why. Which was why they were still on guard. All of the most important people gathering in one building sounded like the perfect opportunity to execute a plan.

"Well, you know I'm all action. We don't need to talk for too long." The hero's hand slid down the villain's chest and found their waist. They grabbed it and before the villain realised, the hero was taking over the lead, guiding the villain in dancing. As for the moment, the villain didn't seem to mind. In fact, their smirk only grew.

"Ugh, but I'm good at it," the villain replied. They let the hero guide them and rolled with their eyes. Had the agency agreed a little too soon to the terms? Was the villain hiding something? The hero scanned the room briefly but they couldn't spot anything too suspicious.

They noticed their sidekick's eyes on them, though. With the villain's henchman right next to them. Even though the hero had told the sidekick several times that communications with the enemy was dangerous, the sidekick kept talking to the henchman.

And pointing out to the hero that they were a hypocrite.

Suddenly, the hero felt a little too displayed for viewing and in that exact moment, they felt the villain's hand on theirs.

"Eyes on me, darling." They brought the hero's hand back to their own shoulder, seizing power once again when their hand went down the hero's body. "I want you to look at me when you're dropping my organs all over the dancefloor."

"You know that's not my style." The hero tried not to think about the people watching them. It must've looked quite intimate. The villain was close, was holding them gently.

And the hero — such a fool — was actually letting this happen.

"How would you do it?" the villain asked, quite softly. "You don't like the drama, I know that. So, I'm curious. Poison? Gun shot? Stabbing?"

The song changed to a much slower pace and the hero involuntarily grabbed the villain's forearm. If there was any danger, if the villain was betraying them, the hero wasn't sure if their little heart could get over that.

Unfortunately, the villain was good with their words and their promises. But they had lied before, they had betrayed the hero and they had (the hero would've never admitted this) broken their heart many times. The villain's apologies seemed to be honest and yet, both of them got hurt equally. The hero hadn't always been a sunshine either.

"I would strangle you," the hero answered and the villain looked at them as if the hero was their most prized possession. "With my hands around your throat. And your hands around my wrists."

The villain seemed to be satisfied with that answer.

"And you would look into my eyes?"

"Certainly."

"Kiss me goodbye?"

"Now you're taking it a bit far."

The villain chuckled softly and if the hero hadn't known better, they would've said the villain was blushing. Maybe involuntarily, they pulled the hero closer.

"That's the perfect way to go out," they said. The hero felt the villain's breath on their neck and goosebumps spread all over their back. If the villain betrayed them…"That's the only way I want it."

"What do you have in store for me?" the hero asked. The villain had the impressive talent to distract the hero so much that the hero couldn't tell up from down.

"I haven't thought about it yet," the villain mumbled.

"Boring." The hero looked at them and embarrassingly, their eyes dropped.

"Some painless poison maybe," the villain answered. Maybe the villain wasn't planning anything. Maybe this was the end of the cycle. The hero dared to hope. God, the hero really wanted more of them. Just a little.

"That's considerate," they whispered, rather talking to themselves than to the villain. Trusting the villain wasn’t easy. But the hero wanted it.

At first they just stared at the hero with that stupid smile on their face but then, slowly, the villain leaned towards them. Out of instinct, the hero grabbed the villain's forearm again as their heartbeat echoed in their ears. One hand was on the hero's waist, the other taking their hand.

When was the last time the hero had kissed anyone? God, it was months, maybe even years ago. The hero hadn't realised it but they had always hoped this one person would make a move. This one villain. They didn't know what to do, didn't know where to put their hands. A peck? A smooch? French kiss?

The villain was already close, lips nearly touching the hero's and as the hero excitedly panicked, they closed their eyes, trying to relax.

However, suddenly, right before the villain’s lips were on the hero’s, the villain's thumb pressed into the hero's side, making the latter giggle and jolt.

"Stop it," the hero hissed but the grin was glued to their face. They were diabolically ticklish and the villain was aware of that.

"You really didn't think you'd get a kiss for free, did you? You're really the indecent one." The villain shook their head, smiling, and the hero cursed in their mind. "I might know a place where we could get...some privacy."

The villain really knew how to handle the hero. They knew the words, the moves, the pace. They knew what the hero wanted and the hero was tired of questioning the villain's action every time.

In the corner of their eyes, the hero noticed their sidekick. But they didn’t care that much about what they thought of them anymore.

If the villain wanted to betray them, they would. If they wanted to break the hero's heart, they would. One last time, the hero was ready to trust them fully with no suspicions. One last chance.

"Yes. After you."

Unbeknownst to them, that was all the villain desired. Just one last chance.

#endo why are you taking a break you were cooking #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask

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lemonlurkrr · 10 months

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Could I request Midna giving lipstick kisses to Link and/or Zelda?

yeah! here you go :)

#mgs #metal gear solid #bbkaz #kazuhira miller #big boss #lemondoodlrr #LMAO #SORRY ANON just thought it'd be funny to 'here have some middle aged man yaoi instead' + I'm not really taking requests atm #when the mood strikes I'll draw the actual prompt #you just caught me in the middle of my metal gear brainrot hJSHDJHSJKDSDKSKJD

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mitchellpete · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 14 - Virginity

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader

cw: virginity loss (mav), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex

word count: 1637

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

You didn’t believe him at first. He had to have been messing with you.

There’s just no way somebody like him was still untouched, inexperienced. Certainly not with the way he presented himself, his outward demeanor, his very big ego. All the pilots in Miramar were the same, so you thought. Some were very easy to take home. It was a regular occurrence, watching them leave the bar one by one, somebody on their arm every time. You could have sworn Maverick was one of them.

But apparently not.

You didn’t pry, didn’t ask why. You’re sure he had his reasons. Besides, he’d made it clear that he wanted you, and that was fair enough.

It was late, and you’d dragged him to your place, expecting nothing but a make-out session. He was a very good kisser, that you knew—frankly another reason why you couldn’t believe he’d never had sex before. Maverick’s hands had a different idea tonight, dipping against the curves of your body. Wanting to feel everything. It was when he elicited a moan out of you, right against his mouth, that you pulled back.

“What are you doing?” you’d asked, brow cocked playfully.

Panting from his own heavy kisses, he looked at you. Blinked slowly. “I wanna fuck you.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. “That so?”

A nod.

That’s how you both ended up here: Mav laying back against your mattress, shirt off and chest covered in wet kisses and small little bite marks. Whining softly the lower you traveled.

“Shh, just relax,” you whisper, running a hand up and down his thigh.

Maverick sniffles, lets his head fall back against the pillow as your needy hands reach for the button on his Levi’s. He’s already hard in his pants, his body tingling in anticipation. “Okay, okay,” he breathes.

You’re gentle as you unbutton his jeans, taking your time to excite him further. He lifts his hips slightly as you start peeling the material down his thighs, his head bowing again to watch you strip him. You get his jeans off fairly easily, folding them in a messy square and tossing them aside. You kiss up his thighs, feeling him tense underneath your lips as they get closer to his hard on.

He gasps when you press an open-mouthed kiss over his clothed cock, hips jerking. You laugh lightly, “Baby, I’ve barely touched you,” you coo.

He whines. “Don’t—oh, don’t make fun of me.”

You mouth at the thin material of his underwear, his cock twitching underneath. He squirms, wanting more, both hands reaching into your hair. He doesn’t pull, simply rubs his thumbs over your scalp, gentle.

Your fingers curl around the waistband, but you look up at him just to be sure. “You sure about this, Mav?”

“Don’t ask. I’m all yours,” he pants, fingers twirling strands of your hair.

You smile, amused. It stirs something in you, the desire to unfold him. It turns you on intensely knowing you get to make him feel good. That he’s leaving it all up to you.

Pulling his underwear down, his cock jumps free, lands taut against his stomach, hard and leaking. Just the sight of him sends a jolt through you, arousal taking over your body. Your mouth salivates as you lean in, but you don’t want to overwhelm him, remembering to take it slow. You press a soft kiss to the side instead, Mav’s hips continuing to squirm.

“You want a blowjob?” you ask softly, batting your lashes up at him, your mouth hovering over his length.

Maverick’s lips tighten together, holding back a moan just at your words alone. He nods, head moving quickly.

“Use your words, Mav,” you whisper, leaning in to press another kiss to his heated shaft, tongue slightly dipping against the vein.

He gasps again, removes his hands from your head to curl his fingers around the sheets instead. “Y–yeah, yes.”

You know not to do too much; he did say he wanted to fuck you, after all. Maybe just a few strokes of your mouth and then you’ll give him what he really wants.

You’re still gentle when you take him into your mouth. Mav’s entire body goes frigid, a strangled moan leaving his lips. One fist remains bunched in the sheets and the other goes up to his mouth, teeth biting down on his finger to hold himself together, relishing in the new form of pleasure budding inside of him.

You let all your spit gather as your mouth sinks around him, allowing it to leak out all over his cock. It slides all the way down, slicking him up. Maverick’s moans are muffled by his fist, but his cheeks turn an unbelievable pink as the pleasure flows in his abdomen. After a few up and down strokes of your mouth, you let go of his dick with a pop, instead running the flat of your tongue from the tip down the underside. You notice his squirming, how tight his face is pulled together as he tries to hold off his imminent orgasm. So soon already, poor thing.

You almost want to pull back, but you allow him your tongue just a bit longer as you reach down to unbutton your own pants. Tongue swirling lightly around his shaft, you manage to yank your jeans down the best you can, slipping them off along with your underwear. You feel your arousal pooling down below, and that’s when you finally remove your mouth, spit dripping down your chin. Mav watches as you climb up the bed to straddle him, wiping at your lower face. You slip out of your shirt, throwing all your garments to the floor.

You remove his fist from his mouth, leaning in to capture it in yours for an eager kiss instead. You take his throbbing cock into your hand as you kiss him, wet and slick from your blowjob, and scoot forward to mount him. At first, you just rub yourself against him, slicking up your folds.

You get another gasp out of him—right against your mouth—when you test his tip against your slit, feeling to see if you’re ready enough for the stretch. When you pull away from the kiss, Maverick looks broken, his body flushed. He needs more. It’s enough to have you actually pushing the tip inside, watching his lashes flutter in a dreamlike daze.

“Oh—oh, God,” he breathes, fist coming up to cover his mouth again, but you grab his forearm before he can quiet himself. You want to hear every noise he makes.

It takes you just a second to adjust to the slight stretch, though his heated face and his little whines edge you on. You slide down inch by inch until you’re fully situated on the hilt, watching as more and more desperation paints his face.

His lips look cracked from biting at them, so you lean down again to continue kissing him, using your tongue against the plush of his lower lip. His cock fully inside you, you allow him a breather, hips momentarily still.

“‘m not gonna last,” he rasps against your mouth, hips shallowly thrusting up. “Gonna cum.”

You kiss at the corner of his mouth, trailing down his jaw and underneath it. “Just a minute, Mav. You can do it.”

“Mmm—I don’t—fuck—” He shivers underneath you as you begin to roll your hips. “Oh, fuck.”

You roll your hips as you continue kissing down his throat, tongue finding his collarbone, teeth nipping at the skin underneath. It’s when you pull back and sit up straight that you actually begin sliding up and down on his cock. Slow at first, but there’s a fiery urge inside you, too, and you need it just as much as he does. Your pace quickens without warning, hands against his chest for leverage. You look down at him; you focus on his face, on how intoxicated he looks. His cheeks are crimson, teeth poking out of his parted lips. He stops moaning, the sounds seemingly trapped in his throat before he’s able to choke one out, and then another, and another, sporadically over a few seconds at a time.

Through your own moans, you ask him, “You like that, Mav?”

Mav only cries out in response, his hands finding your hips as you bounce, throwing his head back against the pillow again.

Your hips work magically for the both of you; Mav is practically torturing himself trying not to let go, and you’re seeing stars from the angle he’s reaching inside of you. The pleasure turns to electricity, jolts coursing through your body when he suddenly reaches up to cup your breasts, squeezing deliciously. You tremble at his touch, fingernails digging into his chest.

That’s enough to send him over the edge, and Mav cums without warning in warm spurts inside of you. Overwhelmed by the tight, wet heat, he sputters underneath you, groaning loudly. You watch his body jerk and his legs tense, and the sight alone brings you to your own edge. You lean down to capture his mouth in yours as you both cum. Maverick kisses you languidly, mouth vibrating against you as his moans continue to spill freely.

Not wanting to overstimulate him, you slide off of him and slip into his side. He immediately wraps an arm around you, pulling you tight against his chest. His heavy breathing doesn’t slow; utterly blown away by the orgasm, relishing in it.

You pant against his neck, head leaning against his shoulder. He’s warm, slightly sweaty and you can feel his heartbeat, quick and booming in his chest. You run your fingers over his chest, feather light touches to help him relax.

“That was..”

“Shh,” you quiet him, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “Take it all in for a sec.”

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tboygareth · 8 months

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112 “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” for the writing prompt? steddie or any other ship you get inspiration for :)

112. “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

it had taken months -- months -- for eddie to convince steve to join a session of hellfire with him and the kids, but tonight was the night and eddie was pulling out all the stops. it was maybe a little bit selfish of him to do it this way, but fuck, man it was halloween. he had to.

back in july, they started making steve's character. human. barbarian. absolute fucking tank of a dude. he had an awesome backstory that would fit well with the one shot eddie had planned for halloween. in august, eddie floated the idea to the party that they should all dress up as their characters for halloween and was met with resounding approval. everyone was planning to go all out.

which was what brought them here.

eddie's leg was bouncing. he was feeling impatient. he did his best to act nonchalant, sitting on steve's bed with a magazine and a can of beer as he waited for steve to finish getting dressed.

eddie'd been able to procure most of steve's costume from the drama department at the school through a few sneaky sources he still had there. the costume was going to be completely impractical, not all conducive to fighting hoards of monsters and zombies, but oh eddie was going to enjoy it anyway.

eddie thought of the leather wrist cuffs he'd scored; they'd cover steve's forearms almost to his elbows if he could get them on properly. he thought of the gladiator sandals with the complicated lacing that he wasn't wholly convinced steve would be able to manage on his own. he thought of the... the fucking loincloth. eddie still couldn't believe he'd managed to convince steve to wear a goddamned loincloth what the fuck.

eddie heard the bathroom door open and tried his absolute best not to look too eager. when steve walked into the room, eddie just about choked on his tongue.

"holy fuck."

"i look ridiculous."

"that's... not the word i would use."

"sure."

"well. maybe a little ridiculous, but! i've never seen somebody look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."

"cute? that's the word you would use?"

no. the word eddie wanted to use, he couldn't say. because they were friends. buddies. bros. and what guy wanted to hear his buddy say "goddamn, i'd like to lift that loincloth and suck you off so good you see stars"? probably not steve.

"you look very cute, stevie. that loincloth..."

makes your thighs look extra biteable. makes your cock look massive. makes me wanna get fucked raw before the kids get here.

but then steve smirked at eddie, and flexed his thighs a little bit, and he tugged at the leather wrist cuffs as he approached eddie to stand in the vee of his thighs, so close that eddie could feel the heat of his skin.

"you gonna be able to keep it together the whole time the kids are here?"

no, eddie was not going to be able to keep it together the whole time the kids were here.

steve backed off, just a little bit, and leaned down to catch eddie's gaze.

"happy halloween, munson. if you let me win tonight, maybe i'll let you get a closer look at the loincloth."

eddie didn't know how to tell steve that he couldn't just let him win dungeons and dragons, that that's not how it worked, that he wasn't in control of the dice or the other players or... damn.

steve turned then, and eddie was able to get an eyeful of steve's asscheeks in that fucking loincloth.

eddie was gonna have to figure out a way to let steve win at dungeons and dragons, apparently.

help me beat my writing slump

#steddie #ask games #prompts #bee's blurbs #shubaka #thank you so so much!!!!#to my other requesters: i am going to take a shower now BUT i will be back!

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johnslittlespoon · 4 days

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omg it was so hard to pick butttt could i request 1 and 2 from the smut dialogue list (list 3) with buck and bucky!

prompts | "i want to hear you beg" + "arch your back for me" + playing around with smth a little different for their dynamic <33 ~800 words of filth below the cut >:-) this was so much fun ahh thx sm for the request!!

“Oh, baby,” John rumbles appreciatively, sitting back to get a good look at Gale while he rolls his hips languidly into him. “Look at you.”

Golden hair frames Gale’s head on the pillow like a halo, blue eyes half hidden by heavy eyelids, doll–like lashes fluttering each time John sinks his cock in deeper. Messy love bites mark a trail south, scattered across his chest and stomach and increasing in numbers where angular hip bones and soft thighs had just begged for John’s teeth to make themselves at home.

Gale rocks his hips down, dragging his kiss–bitten bottom lip between his teeth to muffle a needy little noise as John’s eyes rake over him. That just won’t do.

John stills, wrapping firm hands around Gale’s thighs where they drape over his own, squeezing gently.

“Keep going,” Gale breathes out, eyebrows knit together in frustration, still trying to fuck himself on John’s cock.

John purrs out a laugh, heart twisting in his chest at the glare Gale shoots him; it’s hard to look intimidating when he’s laid out pliant and pretty and cock–drunk beneath him, but John doesn’t tell him so. He just snaps his hips forward once, watching with satisfaction when the scowl leaps off of Gale’s face as flushed lips fall open to let out a gasp.

“John,” Gale almost, almost whines when he makes no move to continue, lithe hands coming up to wrap around John’s wrists imploringly, and John hums thoughtfully, stroking his thumbs over Gale’s thighs.

“You need something?” He tilts his head, feeling a little thrill at the huff he gets in return.

Gale levels him with an unimpressed look, but the light flush that creeps over his cheeks betrays him.

“I want you to ask for it,” John murmurs. He grants Gale with the smallest roll of his hips to egg him on when he stays silent, and he feels his hands tighten around his wrists.

“Want you to fuck me, John.”

And oh, that’s something– his cock twitches at the rare vulgarity, and judging by Gale’s sharp inhale, he feels it. But it’s not quite what John’s looking for.

“That’s good, baby,” he praises him, delighting in the way his flush deepens. He leans down, sliding his hands up Gale’s hips as he goes, settling them on his waist. He brushes his lips against Gale’s in a ghost of a kiss, trailing them along his jaw until he reaches his ear.

“But I wanna hear you beg for me, Gale,” he whispers.

The immediate pressure around his cock as Gale reflexively clenches down has his head dropping into the crook of Gale’s neck momentarily, cursing under his breath. He can’t help but press his hips forward, needing just a bit of relief, sitting back up once he collects himself, determined to keep the upper hand.

“C’mon,” he rasps out, running his hands up and down Gale’s sides, fingers splaying over his ribcage. “I know you can do it, angel.”

Gale does whine this time, high and desperate in his throat, eyes slipping closed to hide from his own embarrassment. But–

“Please, John,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Need you.”

“Jesus, Gale,” John breathes, head spinning. “Good, so good, baby.”

John’s not going to push– that’s already a lot more than he’s usually able to goad out of Gale, and he’s going to unravel a lot quicker than he intends to if he keeps talking like that.

“Arch your back for me, pretty thing,” John prompts instead, beginning to shallowly fuck into him, and Gale does, tilting his head back on the pillow to bare his neck as his spine curves beneath John’s hands.

The sight nearly knocks the breath out of John, and he groans, sliding one hand under Gale to flatten his palm against the small of his back, feeling the way it flexes as he jerks his hips forward.

Gale cries out so sweetly when he really starts driving his cock into him, grasping desperately at John’s arms, face going slack as he finally gives him what he needs, and it gets to John like nothing else, forever dizzy with the knowledge that he gets to make Gale feel so good.

Dragging those pretty noises out of Gale and feeling him tremble because of him is what really does it for John every time, and it’s what inevitably has him tipping over the edge seconds after Gale spills over his stomach with a broken whimper.

John sinks his teeth into Gale’s collarbone just to feel him squirm beneath him as he fills him up, hands digging into his hips, rutting into him like he can bury his cock impossibly deeper, feeling nails scrabble at his back as the softest mewls escape Gale’s mouth.

He laves his tongue over the fresh indents in apology before lifting his head to capture Gale’s lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his gasps and sighs as he gives him a few more lazy thrusts, chest warm and fuzzy and lovestruck.

John smiles into the kiss, and Gale laughs softly, and god, he’s going to be the death of him.

#a bit of cheeky service!top john standing his ground for once because he wants to make his pretty thing beg? yeah <3 #little headcanon that some nights when john's in control he still knows not to push too hard or he'll end up pinned beneath gale lol <3 #sometimes it's a real effort to stay composed and in control because if gale wants to he knows exactly what to say to unravel john #but they both love the push and pull and the fight for control is half the fun some days mwah #buckbucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon spicy #johnslittlespoon prompt fills #still taking request asks from the prompt list btw! just very slow at getting to asks atm bc i'm busy writing yad(iym) <3

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pixiestickie · 7 months

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more of bleeding Azul getting beaten up (preferably by his crush Jamil) please. Thank you ‼️‼️

omg no who wrote this ask i would never draw such a thing !!! anyway this is more of an aftermath than a beating itsef but i still hope its good enough ^_^

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS ASK I LOBE YOU IM SO SERIOUS #this gave me an excuse to draw this shit #and i love having excuses to draw this shit #azujami #jamiazu #ashenviper #twisted wonderland #twst #art tag #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #also there is another azujami prompt ask ive received momths ago ill reply to that one as well soonanon i promise #i like how i dont take requests but the second someone gives me an azujami request i go AWOOGA

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nite-puff · 9 months

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something small and quick for the first day of kiyotaka week because i couldn’t not do the fire prompt.

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reblogs are greatly appreciated :D

#*pssst* I’m still taking drawing requests #thanks to everyone who gave me one so far #I just found out about today’s prompt and then blacked out #so I’ll get to the requests tomorrow #danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyondo ishida #kiyotakaweek2023 #kiyotaka week 2023 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fanart #doodlepuff #don’t expect me to do the rest of the week #I unfortunately am not built like that. but I hope everyone who does has a fun time #becuase our guy deserves it

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dysfunctional-doodle · 3 months

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To the anon that asked me way back for my design of 2012 Raph in Too Many Turtles, I dug around some old drawings and found this which I quickly labelled.

Unfortunately I don’t have enough time today to draw anything new for this prompt, and this drawing was done when I had gone a good 48 hours with only a couple of hours of sleep so it is actually terrible, but it somewhat illustrates how I see the guy.

Maybe I’ll actually give an up to date drawing soon, who knows.

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averlym · 11 months

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(Whispers closely and quietly in your ear):

What if Anne gave piggyback services to each queen what would that look like

new backpack unlocked idk (post-show routine)

#anon the way the first part of the ask lowkey gave me jumpscare vibes i have an irl friend who likes doing this to me and delighting in my #torment. awful/hj.#anyways i was looking at smth like this but the less goofy and more soft vibes version for a comm. so here we go! gn #six the musical #six the musical fanart #anne boleyn #katherine howard #fyi requests are rly technically closed but also idk what to do with all the asks i have so occasionally i draw them #and by occasionally i have asks from three years ago so. idk. hm. ig please dont take it personally if i dont reply to yours #maybe its because i keep answering that people think i might still draw??? fsgdfahgkd ig they're not wrong but it'll be a while til the nex #any new requests that come in basically. will be hiatused and probs not replied to ig but they'll be added to the list of possible prompts #also irl stuff is rly catching up to me so it's probable you'll only see me for commissions and for watt week this month <waves and poofs>

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thewritersaddictions · 2 months

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Request- (RE8) Karl Heisenberg: Needy Little Girl

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: Hiding your crush on your English teacher seems to fail when he makes you stay after class.

Warnings: Smut, Consensual, needy behavior, sluty behavior, BJs, PinV, a little cursing. Fluffy smut, fluff.

A/N: This is for anon; I know you sent this request a while ago. I promise it was worth the wait. Thank you for the request; remember, the inbox is always open!

WC: 1.9k

Requests Master List // Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List

You wish you could start the day the way you ended it. The college class fills quickly, but you’re always early. You’re always waiting for him to come stalking through the doorway, smelling cigar smoke and burnt wood.

Your professor is a massive hunk of man. Large arms that make the white collared shirts he wears bulge and give way with every movement he makes. Long legs that are framed in jeans, hugging his ass and showing off everything else in the process.

That booming voice has you squeezing your thighs together, but the reality is you leave that class every single day with a ruined pair of panties, and when you get back to your dorm, there are only thoughts of him when you slip your hand down the front of your tight jeans.

You should focus on the lecture, but you can’t get your mind or your eyes to focus on the computer screen before you. All you see is your professor pacing back and forth in front of the chalkboard. The loud booming voice that soothes you into a sweet lul mutters about something to do with your new essay project. “Please remember that we may make fun of Shakespeare and his many stories, but they all have a great deal of meaning and foreshadowing. I want you to write something that…” His words stop momentarily, and his eyes gaze over the lecture hall. Your ankles are crossed, and you sit a little higher when his graze hits you. Feeling hot all over, you don’t back down, “Write something that can grasp the reader’s attention in just that way. Write the trauma that is the indecision.” He finally finishes, drops his gaze from me, and returns his attention to the chalkboard.

You wonder momentarily if anyone else feels the heat and tension you always feel when he’s looking at you. Eventually, you have to return your attention to your blank Google Doc. The bright screen hurts your eyes, and nothing comes into your brain except explicit thoughts of your professor—your much older, hotter professor.

An hour later, when the class has come to an end, every single other person has picked their shit up and packed it away into their bags. You’re stuck writing because you eventually did get the words to form in your head. A cough draws you from your thoughts and the screen before you. When you look up, he’s standing there staring at you.

“Miss, L/n? Class is over.” He says. You nod and start to pack your things. Closing your laptop, but yet again, you’re met with his eyes staring into you. Making your skin burn, “Miss, L/n, I need to talk with you.” Your professor says, even though you’re so close to the damn door you have to turn around and go right back to the man that makes your legs wobble, and your heart beat faster. “Yes Professor Heisenberg.” You say as you hold the remaining books tightly against your chest. “I need to talk to you about something private, and this lecture hall needs to be used in the next ten minutes, so follow me to my private office so we can talk there.” You nod, and wait for your professor to grab his own bag and laptop. You follow next to him, the sound of sneakers squeaks, and little kittens heels fill the air in the hallway. Walking with him has your cheeks warm, and knowing that you’re going to be in his private office.

Alone.

Alone with a hot, older professor that has you ruining panties, and squeezing your thighs so tightly that you hope the dull ache goes away. Your professor stops making you bump into him. If your fantasy didn’t already have you thinking he was a strong, beefy man then bumping into him surely made all your fantasy come true. The key jingles against the lock letting you in first. You sit down, and wait until you see Professor Heisenberg move around the desk and sit in the chair on the other side.

The air is thick and unspoken tension, so you’re the one to break it. “Um… sir, why did we need to talk?” You ask your books now resting on your lap, your legs crossed, and you back pressed up against the back of the chair. “I wanted to talk to you about… um” his words die in his throat and for the first time your professor seems completely amiss. A loss for words is something you’ve never seen on the man before.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask worry etching into your soft features. “No you haven’t. God no, I just.. you..” He’s a mumbling mess in front of you. “Professor, maybe I should come back some other time.” That’s what you say, not that that is what you’re thinking.

Being in his lecture hall is enough, watching him pace is enough, but now you’re here in his private office. The word private keeps blinking in your mind, his private office that smells more of cigars and burnt coffee. Where his degree hangs on the wall and the papers scatter the hardwood top of his desk. He rolls his lips together, and then looks towards you.

There’s something behind those eyes. Like a cat got his tongue, then all the sudden the words fall from his very kissable mouth. “You Y/n are an absolute distraction for me.” Your brows shot up with a little bit of hurt mixed in, “Oh no not like that darlin’ I’m saying that having you in my class makes everything ten times harder to focus on, because all I can see out of the corner of my eye is you. Clenching those thighs together as you try to focus on your screen, but I catch you staring at me all the time. Those beautiful eyes lost in la-la land. What are you thinking about huh?” Your shoulders drop, and embarrassment courses through your body. You’ve been caught, but it seems that your day dreams, and fantasies were not one sided. You place your bag on the floor, and let your books fall as you get up from across the desk. “I’m thinking of you Professor Heisenberg. About what these large hands do to my body. How your touch would feel. I think about you all the damn time. I’m so needy for you.” You mutter the last part. Holding his hands feeling the weight of them in your own much smaller ones.

You can feel the ruined panites, soaking through your jeans. Heisenberg's eyes glaze over, and something shifts in the room, from tension to desire. He’s quick to meet you halfway around the desk. He stands so much taller than you, then the way he man-handles you to sit on the side of the desk has you wish you could strip off all your pieces of clothing right then and there.

“”I’m so fucked…” He whispers before taking your lips with his. There’s a fight, but you both know that you’ll be giving yourself over to your professor in a matter of minutes. Your arms wrap around his wide shoulders balancing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss further. He seems to notice, and takes a second of your precious time together and picks you up plopping you onto the desk. In the same motion his hands are digging into your jeans and yours are trying to get his belt undone. “By the way, buttercup call me Karl, not professor or heisenberg. I wanna hear you moan my name when you cum. His words make you fumble with his belt, but he seems to be able to do two things at once because your jeans are already unbuttoned and his hand is reaching into cup your pussy.

“Fuckin’ hell wet are the damn river. Is this what you go through every day, hmm such a poor baby.” He teases, but that's all the teasing he does. He’s far to desperate for forplay and your thankful because the next set of words that were gonna come out of your mouth were gonna be ‘if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might explode.’ Karl helps you the rest of the way with your shirt, bra and then he helps himself to ripping himself out of the slacks, and his button up.

Leaning back you hit a few objects on the way down. “Um… Karl can we move some of this stuff?” You ask your voice shy and timid. “Of course.” With one big sweep of his arm the objects fly to the floor, the name plague landing with a thund, and the stapler clicking to the floor. “Thank you.” He hums, and returns his attention to your body.

Nipples hard waiting to be played with. Pussy soaked and yearning to be touched, he kisses you first. You can feel the weight of his cockd sitting against your thigh, and when you look down you aren’t surprised to get the feeling that it might not fit. Karl can sense your unease. “Don’t worry buttercup, we’ll make it fit won’t we.” He says as he taps the tip of his cock to your sensitive clit. All your worry fades away as your body heats up like flame in an oven. It’s not until the tip of his cock notches at your entrance do you look back up at him. There’s a devilish smirk written all over his face, and you can’t help but drag him down to meet your lips, wrapping your legs around his hips, and pulling him fully in.

There’s no waiting, no making sure he fits, or going easy. The pain only fuels the urge for him to almost pull all the way out and push right back in. The lamp that didn’t land on the floor from the desk shakes, and your moans start to fill the small office. He doesn’t even put a hand over your mouth to cover your screams of ecstasy. A large thumbs sitting over your clit, pulling tight circles over it pushing you over the edge, and as you go Karl thrust becomes harder and faster. He’s pushing himself to catch up with you.

If he was a gentleman he would have prepped you, taken you out to dinner before fucking you like an absolute animal but a part of him thinks that how you like it. Being taken, whisked away and fucked for all to hear. Hell someone could knock or just burst in at any moment. Your tits bounce with every erratic thrust, your nails dragging against the back of his neck. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again.” You scream and it’s Karls undoing. Tight, wet, warm walls squeeze him tightly, barely letting him leave to thrust back into your warm heat. “Fuck me Karl, just like that!”

Your chest rises and falls as you both try to catch your breath, sweaty, and sticky from sex. The room smells like it too, but that alright especially when Karl reaches over your body still deep inside you to grab a few tissues to clean you up the best he can. “By the way” You say in a huff. “You can call me Y/n.” You say sarcastically, as if the moment here will ever happen again. “I will darlin’.” He says with a wink.

Completed on: 03/29/24

Posted on: 04/05/24

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save-the-villainous-cat · 9 months

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Is you're interested in requests right now what about the villian coming a cross the hero by chance when they're both out as civilians and hero is being harassed by an abusive ex and villain steps in?

If you're not taking requests right now or don't like this one sorry for bothering you >.<

“The problem is: they’re stalking me. They think we’re still together.” The hero rolled their eyes. “I can’t get rid of them and I can’t kill them. They’ve attacked me before and it’s easy to beat their ass. It’s just annoying at this point. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.”

The villain crossed their arms, smiling.

“Your taste in lovers is interesting.”

“Not the point,” the hero answered. “I need you to do something.”

“Why me?”

“You look scarier. Scars and all.” The hero pointed at one of them on the villain’s forearm but, honestly, the villain didn’t buy it.

Of course the hero could beat their ex’s ass and of course they could kill them. They could report them to the police, hell, the hero could even hire someone to assassinate them.

Something wasn’t adding up here. If the hero wanted them gone, they would be gone and they would not ask the villain for help.

“What do I get in return?” the villain asked, leaning forward. They stared down at the hero who didn’t look intimidated at all.

“Uhm…”

“I’m no benefactor,” the villain said. They looked over the hero’s shoulder and just like the hero had predicted, their ex was leaving the bakery. It was easy to spot them. As defender of the city, the hero had given a perfect description and as a trained killer, the villain had spotted them right away. Even though they didn’t want to admit this, they could understand the obsession someone might develop over the hero, they couldn’t understand the violence though.

Which was…ironic.

Exactly two minutes had gone by since the hero had stopped and begged the villain to help them. With scary preciseness, the ex had managed to spend those two minutes and not a single second more in that bakery. They looked easy enough to take down but the villain was aware that they were still in public. Causing a scene could reveal their identity, despite the crowded street.

Scanning the ex’s body with their eyes, they recognised physical weaknesses the villain could take advantage of. They couldn’t help but compare themselves to the hero’s ex. And yet, they couldn’t blame the hero for not being in love with a killer either. Brushing their own insecurities aside, the villain looked back at the hero.

Apparently, they read the villain’s gaze. The hero’s whole body seemingly sank in and they took a step back from the villain. It left them to ask themselves what would’ve happened if they hadn’t.

Was it a pride thing? Was their ex stronger than the hero and they didn’t want to admit it? No, ridiculous.

The ex didn’t look impressed when they came towards the two. Their gaze drifted to the hero, definitely toxic and totally pathetic, demanding answers but the hero only stared at the ground.

“Who are you?” the ex asked the villain. The latter’s brows knitted together.

“We’re having an affair.” The hero’s eyes widened and they stared at the villain, completely terrified. Quickly, the villain regretted their choice of words. Messing around with the hero’s ex was supposed to be fun but they were genuinely horrifying the hero. They had never seen the hero like this. Pale, eyes wide open, picking at their nails until they were bleeding.

Without thinking about it, they grabbed the hero’s arm gently and pulled them towards themselves.

“Excuse me?” the ex sneered. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m their lover,” the villain said. “You should go now.”

They could feel the poor hero shake against them and the villain realised they had fucked up. It was now or never. If the ex got away, the hero would pay for it.

“Babe, come with me,” they said and their gaze bored into the hero. “We’re going home.”

“Don’t be dumb now,” the villain warned. They saw how close the ex got, that they wanted to reach out and grab the hero. They scoffed, they were pissed and it only motivated the villain further.

“I told you, we’re going home,” they insisted but the villain felt the hero’s grip in their jacket. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.

The villain could only sigh as the ex reached out to grab their “lover.” The villain caught their wrist easily and pushed themselves in front of the hero, squeezing flesh, muscle and bone. Funnily, the ex tried to stay tough but the villain could see the façade cracking. They were in incredible pain but to outsiders it probably looked like an awkward handshake.

The villain leaned forward.

“I will find out what you did to them,” the villain whispered into the ex’s ear. “And I promise you will regret it.”

They pulled back, still holding the other’s wrist and smiled.

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” they purred. They put more strength into their grip. “Very pleased.”

They didn’t stop until the ex’s wrist made a horrible crack and from that day on, the hero stayed quite happily at the villain’s apartment.

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