#JUMPS UP AND DOWN FALLS AND DIES

[david-watts]

it's a bit rich coming from me. so fucking useless that I haven't managed to do anything worse than leave words that appear on my arms when I get out of the shower and some cognitive decline in so many years of trying and threatening. but I genuinely believe it would be better for everyone involved if I weren't here

[aparticularbandit]

So.

I made a comment about a theme re: good people dying to save people.

And it was mostly about people who died for Junko when they shouldn't have and how Kyoko would have died to save [insert spoiler here].

And this was all good and well!

....

AND THEN I FOUND OUT ABOUT THE END TO THE DANGANRONPA KIRIGIRI SERIES.

They're just fed up with people dying to save them, okay?

[nanamisdollie]

olderbf!nanami ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

smut, mdni. cw: age gap!!

olderbf!nanami who you meet in your first year of college after matching on some dating app. he’s around ten years older than you, but he’s attractive and seems sweet off the jump.

olderbf!nanami who takes you to some french inspired pastry cafe for your first date. he admits he doesn't usually go for younger girls, and you believe him. he's a total gentleman, what more could you ask for in a guy? so what if he was older.

olderbf!nanami who is always picking you up from campus for cute little dates or shopping sprees, letting you run up his cards on whatever things college aged girls like. he never spent much money on himself and that little smile you give him after he tells you to just "grab the bag" you've been staring at makes his heart race.

olderbf!nanami who ties your shoes for you or helps you slip on a pair of heels before going somewhere, always making sure his girl is always taken care of.

olderbf!nanami who never pressures you into anything. did he fantasize about you? well...yeah. he felt guilty whenever you'd bend over in a little skirt and he got a glimpse of a frilly pair of panties, or when you'd lean over the table while sitting across from him and your cleavage was daring him to just take a little peak. he felt like a total pervert...but it didn't stop him from fisting his cock in the car after dropping you off at your dorm or apartment.

olderbf!nanami who is on edge the first time you spend the night. he makes sure his apartment is spotless, stocks the fridge with your favorite snacks, even gets you a little gift. he needed this to be perfect, what if you got uncomfortable? what if you hated his sense(or lack there of) of style?

olderbf!nanami who makes you your favorite dish for dinner after getting a recipe off facebook of all places. he makes sure to set the table, light some candles, and pull your chair out for you before you sit.

olderbf!nanami who is surprised when you make the first move after dinner. a simple hand on his thigh while watching some movie you said seemed funny; it wasn't his vibe but he watched it for you. the second your fingers brush his broad thigh every hair on his body stands up, he feels his cock twitch against his slacks and he prays to whatever god there is that you don't notice

of course you do though.

olderbf!nanami who has his larger hand over yours as he teaches you how to jerk him off properly. your hands are so soft and small compared to his own overworked ones, so pretty with his pre glistening on your nails. his free hand slips up your waist to your head where he brushes your hair back gently, petting your head.

"thats my girl"

"twist your hand a lil…ah!-yeah, thats it…”

olderbf!nanami who, like a gentleman, holds your hair back while you suck him off.

olderbf!nanami who praises you even when you struggle to take past his tip. even when he fucks his hips up and listens to you gag when he hits the back of your tight throat.

olderbf!nanami who is already addicted to the way a string of saliva connects your flushed lips to the tip of his twitching length. your eyes lock with his and he debates cumming down ur throat right then and there.

olderbf!nanami who indulges in teaching you how to ride him. he guides your hips down agonizingly slow onto him and nearly busts just feeling your tight cunt swallowing him up. he wonders why he never went for a girl like you before, someone so sweet but so fucking needy to learn how to please him. when he finally lets you move, your hips snapping into him while little huffs and whines fall past ur glossy lips, he swears hes died and gone to heaven.

“pretty girl…m’ filling you up good, right? nice and full”

“need me to teach you how to pleasure a man properly? hm?”

“keep going- fuck!-sorry sweetheart…gonna cum if you do that again…”

olderbf!nanami who has the decency to pull out and cum on ur soft belly, grunting out a curse while watching his seed pool there.

olderbf!nanami who cleans you up and wraps you in one of the throw blankets on the couch, asking you how you’re feeling. he doesn’t hesitate to bring you water and/or make you tea. anything for you.

olderbf!nanami who is already planning out the next time you stay over so he can show you how a real man touches a girl.

this is kinda rough but i just wanted to get something posted :3 likes n reblogs r appreciated!!

[bunnibombz]

Viking! Simon who you never expected to be the one to court you. Bringing you massive bucks and wolf pelts from his hunts, jewelry made for you from woven iron and shining beads, racks of firewood brought to you through the wintertime to keep your home warm. Simon hadn't said more than a handful of words to you, but his intentions were clear.

Viking! Simon who was waiting near your front garden for you one early morning when you were leaving to wash clothes in the creek, his hand clinched tight around something in his fist. He greeted you softly, reaching out for your hand and placing the object in your palm. You smiled as you held the necklace up softly in your fingers, studying the woven iron anchoring a black wolf's tooth into a pendant, the chain made from delicate silver.

"I knew i would give this to my future bride" he murmured quietly as if to himself as he tied it around your neck, a giddy smile stretching your cheeks as you turned in his arms, pressing against him and hearing his heart pounding.

Viking! Simon who asked for you to do his war paint before he went off to a raid at the end of winter. Promising to come back to you in quiet murmurs over the crackling firelight in his main room, the softness of your fingers dragging the charcoal paint across his skin puling out all the words he had wanted to say to you before but was afraid of admitting his feelings.

Viking! Simon who returns from the raid the first hot morning of summer. The bag of loot falling from his shoulder and his strong arms encircling you against his chest the moment he sees you. He chuckled lightly at the concerned look on your face as your hands grazed the fresh scar on his chest.

"Did everything I could to get back to you lovie" He said, rough hand soft as he cupped your jaw and turned your face closer to him. Your heart felt it would skip out of your chest as his lips pressed against yours, a satisfied hum in his chest as his hands gripped your waist.

Viking! Simon who marries you the following day. Not wanting to wait anymore, that journey having made him wait long enough to make you his completely. He keeps you close that night as the festivities of your wedding go on far past moonrise, his hand or arm never leaving you. Feeding you juicy meat from his fingers and tilting his cups of mead and water up to your lips. Finally things died down a bit, and Simon lifted you up over his shoulder and carried you giggling back to his house. He had already moved your things in before the ceremony.

Viking! Simon ravaged you in his bed that night. His fingers were gentle as he squeezed and rolled your nipples while his lips and teeth sucked and nipped roughly at your bare flesh. His cock throbbed deep in your gut when he breached your virgin entrance, both of your voices raised in broken moans as you learn each other's bodies for the first time. Your mouths were locked in a messy tongue filled kiss when he filled you up, hot cum shooting in creamy spurts against your womb as you locked your legs around him. Limbs tangled and covered in sweat, he takes you until the morning birds begin singing.

Viking! Simon who is beaming with pride as he lays his rough hands against your swollen belly months later, his baby growing big and strong and kicking fiercely against their fathers touch.

"A warrior already" he chuckled when your stomach jumped a little, the impression of a little foot or hand pressing against your skin. Your husband holds you close, pulling you in tight to his warm chest and just breathing you in through the cold night.

"Strong like his father" you whispered with a soft smile, caressing your stomach lovingly.

Viking! Simon who has tears in eyes a month later when his baby is born. A strong, beautiful little girl that makes his heart swell. She's so tiny in his arms as he holds her while you rest, the safest place in the world with her father who would burn the world to ashes before he let anyone hurt either of you. He presses his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss as her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his and he realized that with you and her, he finally found something to live for.

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Sugar Daddy

Money can't buy love, but maybe it doesn't have to.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who's very nouveau riche. Who has the wealth of the elites but none of their good breeding.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who's awfully young for someone so wealthy. Barely out of college when his tech startup went public and the cash started pouring in.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who is still painfully awkward around women.

Being a rich man in a big city means there's no shortage of models and influencers vying for his attention. And Yandere! Sugar Daddy never fails to get flustered when they're introduced to him.

Long legs, perfect skin, tiny ski slope noses... They're the kind of girls who wouldn't give him the time of day back in college and suddenly they're running their hands up his chest and whispering that he's just so clever, so accomplished. What guy wouldn't fall for it?

But he can never keep them around for long.

Their interest slowly dies out when he starts rambling about software development and production scale and AI integration. Money is a great motivator but all his girlfriends seem to leave for greener pastures. For millionaires with better social skills and better taste.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who ran into you entirely on accident. The club was too loud, the girls too pretty, the alcohol too rich. He slipped out of VIP and into the street, pressing his forehead against the cool brick and trying not to spew on the new designer shoes his ex persuaded him to get.

And that was when you came into his life. Cool hands on his shoulder and a voice telling him to take a deep breath and drink some of your water.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who looks up at you through his lashes, his face flushed from too much booze and being too near you. He can't fathom it. A girl helping him not because of his cash or connections, but because they're actually a kind person.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who grabs your hand when you turn to go. Your friends are calling to you to stop messing around with random drunks and he manages to slip you his business card, begging you to call him so he can thank you properly.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who wakes up with a killer hangover and your face burned into his eyelids. Who feels his heart jump when he opens his phone and sees a text from you.

Hope your night got better - y/n

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who immediately zooms in on your profile picture. A candid shot but it still makes him blush. Before the morning is over, he's already tracked down your social media.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who pores over every inch of your life. Your job, your studies, your friends...

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who retypes his message at least a dozen times before he finally responds to you. Who invites you to the most exclusive restaurant in the city as a thank you.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who picks you up in the most expensive car he owns. Who smiles a little at the careful way you close the door and buckle your seat belt. You're just as uncomfortable around luxury as he was.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who doesn't expect much from the date. He's learned not to go on tangents about technology and work, but without it he feels lost.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who realises you're more than capable of carrying a conversation. You're energetic and funny and interested in what he has to say. He feels himself opening up to you and before long, he's deep into a rant about data safety and you actually listen to him.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who realises you compliment him. Like a puzzle piece finally slotting into place.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who ends the night with a lipstick stain on his cheek and a big, goofy grin on his face.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who calls you the second he wakes up and invites you to spend the afternoon learning to horse ride.

And when you tell him you have work, he just laughs and tells you he'll triple whatever you're getting paid for the day. You nearly faint when he keeps his word and sends you a deposit worth more than your monthly cheque.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who wants to call you his girlfriend more than anything. His girl. He loves the way it sounds.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who tags along when you go grocery shopping and whips out his card to pay for it all when your back is turned.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who sends you a huge bouquet every week because you once mentioned liking lillies.

And the closer you get, the more time you spend kissing him and curling up in his bed, the more he spends on you.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who uses spring break to take you on a tour of the Mediterranean. Who rents out entire villas and chateaus to impress you.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who has your birthday dress custom made by an actual high fashion house. Who zips you up and kisses your neck and says he's never met a more beautiful girl.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who spends shareholder meetings daydreaming about you. Who has to pinch himself to stay focused.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who's helpless to stop himself falling for you. You're so real, so empty of pretence and greed.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who showers you with all the wealth he has and is blind to how uncomfortable it makes you.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who looks at you with a vacant smile when you try and break things off. Who pulls out his phone and sends you a deposit with so many zeros you have to rub your eyes to make sure you're seeing it right. Who asks if that's enough for more of your time or if he should double it.

Do you want a new car? An apartment? He'll give you anything, anything in the world.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who looks like a kicked dog when you say you don't want any of it. You hate feeling indebted to him. You hate feeling like some vapid trophy wife. You hate living off his charity.

He can't understand it. You could work for decades and not afford even a quarter of what he can give you. Is he so unpleasant, so unlovable, that you're wiling to turn your back of a life of luxury?

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who comes up behind you and slams the door shut when you try to leave.

You've always seen him as a nice guy, someone awkward and gentle. But the look in his eyes now makes you question all of it.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy whose voice is a low, broken rasp. He sounds on the verge of tears and on the verge of fury all at once.

You think you can just leave after everything you've been through together? After the fortune he spent trying to make you happy?

No way baby.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who grabs your wrist and yanks you up against him.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who laughs when you threaten to scream. Luxury penthouse, remember? Totally sound proofed. Totally private. No one gets in or out without his permission.

It's just you and him, like it should have been from the beginning.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who squeezes your wrist hard enough to hurt. Who kisses you so rough you cut your lips on your teeth.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy who yanks at the pretty dress that he bought you. You want to be an ungrateful bitch? You want to throw his kindness back in his face? Oh, he's going to teach you a lesson.

You fucking owe him.

And he's going to use your body until that debt is paid.

[pretty-hills-i-die-on]

I think watching the movies we forget how totally unhinged the Prancing Pony scene is in the books. Like it’s literally:

Frodo: Right, there’s evil things after me, gotta keep a low profile. Got it everyone? Low profile.

Also Frodo, five minutes later: WITH A PING AND A PONG THE FIDDLE STRINGS BROKE AND THE COW JUMPED OVER THE MOOOOOON!!!! *Dances passionately on the table*

A few minutes and one fall later

Strider: Holy shit Frodo you fucked up so bad.

Frodo: W-what??

Strider: Worse than anything your friends could have done!

Frodo: Who-

Strider: We need to talk, once the clamour has died down.

Frodo: Ok…

Later, in the now deserted and dark pub

Pippin: Did he really say to meet you here?

Frodo: Yeah, maybe-

Strider, sitting in a dark corner: Hello

Hobbits: Ah!

Frodo: Uh, hi, you said you wanted to talk to me?

Strider: Yes, and you might hear something to your advantage.

Frodo: Sure… what do you have to say.

Strider: Many things, but of course I have my price.

Frodo: What price?

Strider: no more than you can afford.

Frodo: And that would be-?

Strider: Take me with you on your journey until I wish to leave.

Frodo: No.

Strider: God, Thank you.

Frodo: Huh?

Strider: At least got some sense left.

Frodo: Um.

Strider: Did no one ever teach you “stranger danger”?

Later

Frodo: Guys, I think we can trust him.

Merry: Source?

Frodo: Vibes.

Merry: Valid source.

Frodo: Also he’s so ugly, there’s only so much damage he can do, you know?

Pippin: 10/10 reasoning.

Sam: I can take him.

Aragorn, probably: Manwe above, I’m not a moment too soon.

[bbokicidal]

[SKZ] When you're included in a SKZCODE episode

i made this before the front desk at work tried to take me out so yall can have it now since my brain is rattled n chunky.

Genre: Fluff Pairing: OT8 x Reader Warnings: Lino's pics aren't from the episode I put bc I couldn't find any, sorry!

SFW Masterlist | NSFW Masterlist

Chan: Episode: Winter is Coming [Ep 1 & 2]

Pouts when he finds out he has to try and stop you from getting the flag up and down the hill in record time because he wants you to win,,, duh.

But it doesn't stop him from absolutely ramming a ball of snow into the back of your head (on accident)

Laughs at the way the boys try to stop you with their bodies and the way you fearlessly bodyslam them in an attempt to win the game

Almost dies of laughter at seeing you spin in circles and then try to attack the poor balloon - only for it to fly away and disqualify you

Buys you hot chocolate after the shoot is over and cuddles up with you to keep warm after being outside in the snow all day <3

Minho: Episode: The Ultimate SKZCODE Recap [Ep 69-70]

Has to hide his giggles at your poor presenting of the boys' awards

And how bad they are at guessing the right answers to the quiz questions

Gets all blushy when you announce him for any award and shies away when you run to the audience to sit down and cheer so loudly for him

Ends up trying to bribe you for answers to the quiz questions by winking and blowing you kisses from his table

Until he's called out by Jisung, at least

Changbin: Episode: SKZ-ARY TOWN [Ep 57-68

Cannot hide his laughter at the way you fail at bobbing for apples

But then loses his shit jumping around and yelling "That's my baby!!" when you manage to get a few and tie with Felix for first place

Tries to bribe the staff to give him the same amount of points as you since you're dating

Tells you to do the first position in the relay game but quickly switches with you when he realizes you almost fly away with Chan and Minho trying to restrict your running with the band

He's literally bouncing around with how good you are at the mini games and ends up putting you on the toast-toss station because you're the only team member who doesn't suck

Hugs you so tight when you win the game and swings you around in his arms just because he's so excited

Hyunjin: Episode: Go! Poolside SKZ [Ep 57-58]

Has the time of his life seeing you and Jisung run and dive in together because you lost rock paper scissors

Asks for you to not be on his team because he doesn't trust your ability in the water games as if he's any better himself

Ends up accidentally hitting you with the ball a few times and immediately apologizes, then allows you to throw it at him once on purpose as revenge

Just about loses it on Seungmin when he flips over your tube like Chan did with Felix, then yells for staff to disqualify him

But he's just as brutal because in the tug of war he rips your ass off of the platform and almost falls in because of how hard he's laughing at your yells of protest

Jisung: Episode: SKZ Family Returns [Ep 39-40] (He looked SO FINE in this episode good GAWD)

Has a blast flirting it up with Minho but after Seungmin starts biting back he makes a show of turning to you instead

You play his in-law technically - Your character being Hyunjin's sibling

Everyone is in shock and making a scene of Jisung's flirtatious attitude towards you as the roleplay goes on

And they're even more surprised and making drama of it when the two of you kiss behind Hyunjin's head

He ends up sitting with his guitar and singing the 'I'm sorry' song again because of it

Almost starts fighting Seungmin at one point because he 'also wants to have an affair with you' as a joke

Felix: Episode: Bedtime Bingo Hell [Ep 55-56]

Watching him yell about how he's bronze is what makes you laugh the most

He has a blast watching you try to do the pillow air-bowling but gawks when you manage to knock a few down and then yells about how you're his and how he's so proud

He's full of giggles when you hop on the whoopie cushion

And he's full of playful rage when Changbin is called 'the one with the prettiest butt' so he begins an argument that yours is way prettier

Also almost loses his shit when you come in second for the loudest fart

He's proud but at what cost

Seungmin: Episode: Fall Field Day [Ep 59-60]

Cries at seeing you in the raw chicken blow up costume and takes a picture before making it his lockscreen because he thinks you're so cute

He ends up being the one to fight you on the mat and ends up losing to you

Don't let his cuteness fool you - he absolutely obliterates you in dodgeball

Can he aim? No. And Minho can't guard for shit; So you end up getting hit more than you probably should

He giggles at you running around the sidelines in an attempt to get back in the game, singing out "I'm sorry ~"

Takes videos of you running during the relay race because he just thinks it's so cute

Jeongin: Episode: Suspicious Lab [Ep 47-48]

He's supposed to be guessing voices but he hears you go, "Ahh - I sound so much different than all of you, this isn't fair!" in your high-pitched helium tone and bursts into laughter

Your experiment ended up breaking so you did Seungmin's after him, wearing the stimulation machine on one of your arms and trying to fold an airplane

He ends up taking the remote from Minho at some point because he's having too much fun with tormenting you and Jeongin can't stand it

Turns up the machine even more to see you squirm

Also cheats during the game where he had to try and ramp up your heart rate (He touches your ass to get a reaction out of you) and then denies it in a fit of laughter when you call him out to the staff

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[brucedefender4eva]

Bruce is very good at taking care of his own problems. He’s always been very good at it. Adults praise him for it all the time.

But then his parents died, and Bruce feels like he can’t do anything right. He knows he can’t. After all, if he was as good as adults said he was, then he could’ve saved his parents.

He should’ve been able to save his parents.

There is a darkness growing within him. Bruce doesn’t know what to do.

——

Alfred is grieving. Alfred is grieving, and he is also very angry.

He was just a butler; why is he now taking care of his deceased employer’s child? It’s not like the Waynes don’t have any other alive family branches, like the Kanes. But no, Thomas and Martha’s will clearly stated that if anything happened to them, Bruce would stay with Alfred in the Wayne Manor.

Now he’s forced to take care of a child he never wanted. How is that fair?

——

Alfred is angry all the time now but not in the way he used to be. Bruce knows it’s because of him. Every time the older man looks at him, he gets this strange look in his eyes.

Bruce can feel that it’s a bad look.

Maybe it’s because he’s even more useless now? It’s hard to get out of bed, but it’s even harder to fall asleep.

Loud noises make him jump, and the only thing he can think about is Mommy and Daddy hitting the floor, over and over and over and over and—

Alfred accidentally dropped something in the kitchen. Bruce doesn’t really remember what happened; it gets blurry and makes his head hurt to think about it, but the next thing he knows he hears screaming.

Bruce is pretty sure it’s coming from him. It sounds like Mommy’s.

——

The kid has a hair trigger. Alfred feels like walking on eggshells. Every small thing sends him into a raging meltdown.

Several times he has to stop himself from packing a bag and escaping in the middle of the night, fleeing back to England just so things could be normal.

Bruce doesn’t even talk anymore. Before the Waynes died, little Bruce talked almost nonstop in the manor.

Now an eerie quiet fills the space unless the small boy decides to have nightmares or another breakdown.

His silence is unnerving and creepy.

——

Bruce misses hugs.

Alfred doesn’t like being touched, not one bit. Mommy and Daddy loved hugging him and kissing him and just picking him up for funsies. But now no one will touch him.

Maybe it’s because they know he killed his parents. Maybe they think that if they touch Bruce, they’ll die too?

Bruce wouldn’t be too surprised…

It’s been months. Bruce doesn’t know why he isn’t better yet, why he keeps making problems for Alfred, why he’s so different now…

——

Alfred had calmed down a lot. He partially understands why the Waynes have left Bruce in his care; that doesn’t make it any easier.

Bruce has always been a particular child. Alfred would get him tested, but high society talks, and he doesn’t want to subject the young boy to even more press coverage.

Besides, what can a shrink do for the young master? Nothing hard work can’t teach him. Alfred worked through all his problems like that, and he turned out perfectly fine.

——

Bruce doesn’t want to start going to galas again…

Mr. Mauter always gives him strange looks, and now that Daddy isn’t here to give an excuse to pull him away, he’s even more afraid.

But Bruce is supposed to be fixing his own problems now. Alfred already does too much for him; he can see how exhausted he’s making him.

He’s the man of the house now. He has to be strong.

——

Master Bruce is talking again, even if it looks like it visibly pains him. Alfred is taking it slowly. Each day he finds he has more and more patience.

He allows the small child to follow him around as he completes his daily chores; he’s yet to acknowledge it yet. The first time he said something, Bruce scampered away quickly, and it took a week for him to start doing it again.

He’s taking it slow. He doesn’t want Bruce to be afraid to ask him for help anymore.

No hugs yet, but Alfred allows himself to pat Master Bruce on the shoulder.

——

Bruce can make cookies now! Alfred taught him the most perfect way ever!

They were Daddy’s most favorite cookies. Bruce feels a painful pang in his chest as he thinks about it, something that has happened very often in the past year.

Instead of crying, because Bruce is a big boy now, he walks up the hill at the back of the manor where Mommy and Daddy now rest peacefully.

Bruce lays down two of his best cookies on a nice napkin on Daddy’s grave.

He knows Mommy wouldn’t let Daddy get hungry in heaven, but it’s always a good idea to have a nice snack just in case.

——

Alfred distances himself.

He’s getting too attached. He’s now constantly reminding himself, Master Bruce, that he is nothing more than a butler.

——

Bruce had a fever.

He was delirious, and he accidentally called Alfred Dad.

Alfred no longer looks him in the eyes.

The darkness creeps in; it is all-consuming.

——

Alfred feels bad.

He catches Master Bruce practicing his smiles in the mirror, doing his best to look normal.

It’s fine. He needs to work him harder, make him understand that he can’t show weakness. Bruce will thank him when he’s older, when he is stronger, when he is better.

Alfred turns around and pretends not to see. The next time Bruce gives him that smile, he looks like Martha and tells him that he’s fine; Alfred does not argue.

——

Bruce can see that Alfred has stopped trying with him. It hurts, but he also wonders why it didn’t happen sooner.

He drops out of school.

He can’t be a doctor, not like his father was. He’s not worthy.

Gotham is his home. It’s always been his home. But right now? It feels more suffocating than ever.

——

Alfred finds them tucked away neatly in Bruce’s desk, right next to a half empty box of razors.

He reads each and every letter, his heart growing heavier when he realizes how many years ago it started.

Each letter starts the same, always addressing Alfred and saying it’s not his fault.

He holds two identical letters in his hands.

One, only a week after the incident. The second one, dated yesterday.

Alfred puts them back and never speaks about it. He can feel the guilt crawling up his throat and trying to choke him.

He knows Bruce knows.

They never speak about it.

——

Bruce knows he is evil. There is only darkness within him. He is destined to hurt and destroy the people around him.

He has to figure out a way to contain it, to keep it deep inside before he ruins everything.

Bruce only leaves a note when he goes. It is barely two sentences. Where is he going? He doesn’t know.

The entire world is open to him.

[searchingforserendipity25]

conclave is a very good film made up of cardinal thomas lawrence having three horrible horrible days.

however the one thing it lacks is the consideration of how much worse they could have been if it lasted longer.

day four of conclave and the draw between tedesco and lawrence does not budge.

five days of conclave and at least one of the cardinals whose name got covered up in the trembley report backs lawrence against the wall and tries to threaten him with a kitchen knife before falling to weeping on his shoulder. day six of conclave and cardinal adeyemi and cardinal trembley nearly come to blows in the loggia. day seven of conclave and people start sneaking wine bottles into the sistine chapel.

day eight and they're passing them around covertly during the interminable voting process. day nine and three separate white collar crimes come to light because the guilty parties are sweating in their cassocks thinking lawrence has the dirt on them and they can't take the pressure anymore, they just can't.

day ten and vincent benítez is doing quiet prayer catechism hour in the garden after lunch.

day eleven and sabbadin is snorting someone's vicodin in the bathroom.

day twelve and the cardinals for warsaw and budapest are having a terrible breakup everyone is trying to pretend not to notice. day thirteen and lawrence stays in his room the whole day pretending he has a stomach ache and keeps having his nap dreams interrupted by dreams of turtles.

day fourteen and aldo bellini has brought his copy of giovanni's room to reread, half-heatedly hidden behind a bible cover.

day fifteen and vincent benítez has lead by example a number of cardinals into helping out in the kitchen at least once a week to frankly terrible culinary results and growing camaraderie.

sixteen days of conclave and lawrence has to sit down ray o'malley and actively beg him not to tell him anything else, please, no more info, no more digging into old scandals, no nothing.tedesco's tax audits may be suspiciously clean but lawrence is a man of god not a forensic attorney and he will not dig deeper.

day seventeen and lawence tracks o'malley down and asks him to look into tedesco's brother's recent real estate acquisitions.

day eighteen and the new whisper campaign to discredit lawrence keeps trying to bring up his most controversial progressive views but he keeps answering impatiently back with well-thought of biblical references as he did in the homily and accidentally causes a reprise of his canon law school lecture debates. which temporarily brings everyone together and opens the stage for a fierce ideological debate.

wherein lawrence gets accused, not entirely inaccurately, by trembley and adeyemi, united once more in offense, of being the last figurehead for the complacent liberal establishment/a judgemental prig and/or treating the college of cardinals like a group of jumped-up seminarians.

aldo bellini implies very loudly that tedesco is ugly, a fascist and too stupid to ever be invited to lecture at the sourbonne even once, and cardinal vincent benítez speaks up with great dignity and strength against american imperialism.

day nineteen and someone actively tries to murder the patriarch of venice. day twenty and it is revealed via sister agnes ex machina and cardinal benítez's disconcerting familiarity with very real and more successful murder attempts that tedesco was trying to frame bellini for it.

the proof is circumstantial and so are any accusations lawrence or anyone could make against him of corruption, but this does prompt him to go on a long speech about how the leftist agenda has thoroughly ruined not only the church but society at least and made any possible unity among men a sham.

day twenty-one and someone actually dies, unrelated to the tedesco fake-plot.

day twenty-two and they elect vincent benítez. lawrence hides in the room of tears having an anxiety attack of relief.

vincent benítez holds his hand tenderly through it and immediately accepts his resignation as dean but not before telling him his secret and having his hands held back tightly, and being told very earnestly that, short of actual unreasonable harm to other people and an extraordinary amount of bribery, he could be made by god's will in any possible variation and still have lawrence's trust. and most importantly, lawrence's papacy.

day one of innocentius xiv's papacy and lawrence finds him in the gardens feeding the turtles instead of taking the next train to a nice monastery in liège and offers himself as secretary of state. and this is why netflix should hire me.

[yokumirumerafan]

MHA boys x y/n (if y/n accidentally sent a nude to them)

AHAHHAHAHAH I wanna throw my eyes out in the garbage after this T^T

💥 Katsuki Bakugo

🔴 Reaction: His phone nearly combusts in his hands when he opens the message, his entire face turning redder than his explosions. He was just chilling when—BAM—your completely nude picture pops up on his screen.

You immediately send, “OMG WRONG PIC I’M SO SORRY”

But this is Bakugo, and instead of responding normally, you get:

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WRONG PIC?!?? WHO WAS IT FOR THEN, HAH?!???"

💥 Aftermath: He refuses to delete the pic immediately, not because he’s a perv (or so he claims), but because, "It’s my fuckin’ right as your boyfriend to have it now." He still won’t look you in the eyes for a solid 48 hours, though.

🧊 Shoto Todoroki

�� Reaction: Blinks once. Blinks twice. The gears in his brain are grinding to a halt. He was in the middle of drinking tea, and now he’s frozen in place like a statue. The steam from his tea is the only thing moving in the room.

You: "OMG SHOTO I’M SO SORRY I MEANT TO SEND A MEME WTF"

Him: "…This is not a meme."

He just stares at his screen for a full minute before finally typing: "I see. Do you want me to delete it, or would you like to discuss this in person?" 😳

🔵 Aftermath: Later, when you’re hiding your face in embarrassment, he just sips his tea and says: "I wouldn’t mind receiving more by accident."

🐙 Eijiro Kirishima

🔴 Reaction: This man CHOKES ON AIR. Like, literally starts coughing and nearly dies. His hands are shaking, his phone almost falls out of his grip.

You: "KIRI I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC WRONG PIC"

Him: "BABE. BABE I’M AT THE GYM."

He’s literally bench pressing, and when he sees your pic, he drops the weights in shock. Every dude in the gym turns to look at him, and he just nervously laughs while turning into a tomato.

🐙 Aftermath: He eventually recovers, but the next time you see him, he’s so flustered. "I mean, if you ever wanna, uh, send the right one… y’know, for me…" 😳

💚 Izuku Midoriya

🟢 Reaction: OH GOD HELP HIM. He was just taking hero notes when he got your message, and now? HIS SOUL LEFT HIS BODY. He gasps so loud that his mom knocks on his door like “Izuku?? Are you okay??”

You: "OMG WRONG PICTURE DEKU I’M GONNA JUMP OFF A CLIFF"

Him: "WAIT DON’T JUMP I’M ALSO GONNA DIE FROM THIS HELP—"

HE IS PANICKING. His brain is a 404 ERROR. His freckles are brighter than ever. He’s stuttering, sweating, AND shaking.

🟢 Aftermath: He avoids eye contact for a week. When you finally corner him, he just whispers: "I saved it before I realized… should I delete it? Do you—do you want me to keep it?" 😳

🔥 Dabi

🔵 Reaction: He opens it, stares for two seconds, then smirks like the smug bastard he is. "Oh? Well, well, well. Looks like Christmas came early for me."

You: "DABI. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT."

Him: "Uh-huh. Sure. Who was it meant for then?" 😏

If you tell him it was meant for nobody, he just laughs and texts back: "Wanna make it not an accident? I’m free tonight."

🔥 Aftermath: He will never let you live this down. You will be reminded every day about it. You’ll walk into the room, and he’ll just casually say, “Ah, my personal model has arrived.” 😏

💜 Shigaraki Tomura

🔴 Reaction: He drops his phone. It just thuds onto the floor while he stares into space, reconsidering life itself.

You: "OMG I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE."

Him: "…The fuck am I supposed to do with this information."

He sits there, looking at his phone like it personally offended him. His hands are hovering over the screen like he’s too scared to touch it.

💜 Aftermath: "You’re gonna corrupt me." That’s what he tells you, and then later, out of nowhere, he just goes, "So… you got any more accidents in you?" 😏

💚 Tamaki Amajiki

🔵 Reaction: IMMEDIATELY THROWS HIS PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE IT BURNED HIM. Tamaki.exe has stopped working.

You: "TAMA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC OMG PLEASE RESPOND"

Him: "I—I CAN NEVER FACE YOU AGAIN."

He’s literally curled up in a ball, shaking and overheating like a broken laptop. His face is so red it might explode.

🔵 Aftermath: The next time he sees you, he just stares at the ground and mumbles, "I-it was a nice picture… I mean—NO, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT, I’M GONNA PASS OUT." 😵

🟡 Mirio Togata

🟡 Reaction: INSTANT GRIN. "Aw, babe, that’s not the cat picture you meant to send, huh?" 😆

You: "MIRIO PLEASE DELETE IT"

Him: "Delete it? But I think it's a work of art." 😏

He does not stop smiling. And not in a pervy way—he just thinks it's hilarious. This man is SO confident that instead of freaking out, he’s teasing you instantly.

🟡 Aftermath: Later, he walks up to you, gives you a kiss, and whispers, "If you ever wanna send another one… maybe on purpose this time?" 😏

🦋 Hawks (Keigo Takami)

🔴 Reaction: Whistles. "Damn, angel, wasn’t expecting that so early in the day." 😏

You: "HAWKS I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "No need to explain, babe. Happy accidents exist for a reason." 😌

He’s WAY too smooth about it, texting you back instantly with, "You look gorgeous, by the way." No shame. No embarrassment. Just pure, raw Keigo energy.

🦋 Aftermath: You’re hiding your face in embarrassment, but he’s just living his best life. "Just letting you know, if you ever wanna send another one, I wouldn’t complain. Just saying." 😏

🦾 All Might (Toshinori Yagi - Small Form)

🔵 Reaction: NEARLY DIES. His soul leaves his body. You just killed the Number One Hero.

You: "I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC!!!"

Him: "OH MY GOODNESS, MY DEAR Y/N, I—I MUST ERASE THIS FROM MY MEMORY AT ONCE." 😱

He’s sweating bullets, looking around like the police are about to break down his door.

🦾 Aftermath: HE NEVER MENTIONS IT AGAIN. Ever. You traumatized him. The man nearly coughed up a lung. 😭

💀 Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

🔵 Reaction: Opens the message. Stares at it. Blinks once. Exhales. Closes his phone.

You: "SHOUTA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "Hnn. Sure." 😐

Literally does not react for a solid five minutes. You are panicking, but he’s just sitting there like it’s a normal Tuesday.

💀 Aftermath: That night, he just casually mutters, "Next time, don’t send it by accident." And then he goes to sleep like he didn’t just end your entire existence. 😭

👁️ Shinsou Hitoshi

🟣 Reaction: Raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You: "HITOSHI WRONG PIC OMG"

Him: "Damn. You sure? I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t a mistake." 😏

HE’S SO CALM ABOUT IT. He texts you back way too smoothly, and now you’re just screaming into your pillow.

🟣 Aftermath: The next time you see him, he just leans in and whispers, "No take-backs, kitten." 😏

🐙 Hanta Sero

⚫ Reaction: SPITS OUT HIS DRINK.

You: "OMG SERO IGNORE THAT PLS."

Him: "HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO IGNORE IT WHEN MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED???" 😳

He physically collapses onto his bed, kicking his feet, blushing, and screaming into a pillow. This man is LOSING IT.

⚫ Aftermath: He teases you about it for the next three years. "Hey babe, remember that time you—" "SERO. SHUT UP." 😭

⚡ Denki Kaminari

🟡 Reaction: "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDD." Brain fried. Man is straight-up malfunctioning.

You: "DENKI I SWEAR WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "DO IT AGAIN THO???" 😳

He is so flustered but also so down bad. He’s grinning like an idiot, kicking his feet, and combusting all at once.

⚡ Aftermath: You will never hear the end of it. "Babe, you got any more accidents planned?" 😏

👓 Iida Tenya

🔵 Reaction: PHONE SLIPS OUT OF HIS HANDS. SCREEN GOES BLACK. He is HORRIFIED.

You: "IIDA I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "Y/N. THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE. HOWEVER—" he clears his throat "I appreciate the trust you have placed in me." 😳

👓 Aftermath: Later, he adjusts his glasses nervously and mumbles, "I-I did not delete it yet… Should I? Or… do you want me to… keep it…?" 😳

🐦 Tokoyami Fumikage

⚫ Reaction: IMMEDIATE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS. "…" closes phone. "…" takes deep breath.

You: "TOKO I’M SO SORRY—"

Him: "…" whispers to Dark Shadow "…What do I do?" 😨

Dark Shadow: "ASK FOR MORE, DUMBASS." 😈

⚫ Aftermath: He avoids you for days until Dark Shadow starts teasing him about it in front of you. "Toko, tell Y/N what you thought about the picture!" 😈 "DARK SHADOW, I SWEAR TO THE GODS—" 😳

🧊 Neito Monoma

🔵 Reaction: "Ah-ha! So even you make mistakes! How utterly humiliating for you!" 😏

You: "MONOMA I’M GONNA KILL YOU—"

Him: "Oh, don’t be mad. If anything, I’d say your form was… quite exquisite." 😌

🧊 Aftermath: HE HOLDS IT OVER YOUR HEAD FOREVER. "Remember that one time you tried to seduce me by accident? Ah, classic Y/N. Simply tragic." 😭

🕶️ Yuga Aoyama

💛 Reaction: "Ohoho~! My, my, mon amour, how scandalous!"

You: "DELETE IT, SPARKLE BOY."

Him: "But Y/N! Such beauty deserves to be appreciated!"

💛 Aftermath: He strikes a dramatic pose and says, "Next time, let me prepare a photoshoot for you~!" 😌

🌪️ Inasa Yoarashi

🟥 Reaction: "OOOOOH MY GOOOOOD—" PROCEEDS TO YELL SO LOUDLY THE WHOLE CITY HEARS IT.

You: "INASA STOP SCREAMING OMG."

Him: "I’M TRYING BUT MY BRAIN CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF SURPRISE, Y/N!!!!" 😳

🌪️ Aftermath: He is SO dramatic. He acts like he was personally attacked by your beauty. "I WASN’T READY FOR SUCH PERFECTION, Y/N, HAVE MERCY ON ME." 😭

🟢 Sir Nighteye

🟢 Reaction: Looks at phone. Adjusts glasses. Takes a deep breath.

You: "SIR NIGHTEYE IT WAS A MISTAKE—"

Him: "Hmm. A rare mistake from you. How fascinating."

🟢 Aftermath: He literally does not react. But later, he smirks and says, "If I foresaw that happening again, I wouldn’t try to stop it." 😏

🟥 Shiketsu High’s Meatball Man: Seiji Shishikura

🔴 Reaction: Goes absolutely STILL. Stares at his phone like it just committed a crime.

You: "OMG SEIJI DELETE IT—"

Him: "…Distasteful. Utterly improper. Completely indecent." 😐

You: "I KNOW, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT—"

Him: "However…" clears throat "Your form is quite… refined." 😳

🔴 Aftermath: This man acts like he’s above it all, but his ears are bright red for WEEKS. Every time he looks at you, he just adjusts his tie unnecessarily and avoids eye contact. 😩

And if someone even jokes about it, he immediately snaps, "WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN." 😤

[jadegrey711]

Omf help the Wally smut is just perfect.

Imagine like Wally and reader finding aphrodisiac chocolate or something from an alive football player falling out of the pocket. Wally doesn’t know what it is so he eats it and

Oh well. Wally Clark experiencing aphrodisiac for the first time with mind blowing sex, pussy eating and cock blowing omg

Hello dear anon! So I had to do a little research thought this was like a sex pollen request and I'm not in the mood for sex pollen right now lmao. I did do some research on the chocolate itself and decided to spice it up a bit for storytelling purposes. I hope you like this delightfully naughty oneshot, I definitely got a bit carried away with it.

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Another game where the Split River Bandits demolished their rivals and Wally was cheering like they had just won the Superbowl on the field with the players. You smiled down at him as he waved at you excitedly, you waved back and watched as Wally ran up the stairs of the bleachers; a giant smile on his face.

"Did you see that baby?" He said excitedly, grabbing hold of the lapels of his letterman jacket you were wearing and bringing you close to his body and pressed a sweet kiss against your lips.

"I did!" You smiled back.

"Wow! What a game! That kid Patricks could totally go pro! He ran that ball in, all the way from the forty yard line. And did you see that interception?"

You felt a small pang in your heart, thinking about Wally's very short football career, and how far he could've gone had he not died on the field that night. "I did! It was amazing! They did good tonight." You smiled, pressing another kiss to Wally's lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body and deepening the kiss. His tongue slipping past and intermingling with yours, before you lightly pressed against his chest, pushing him away.

"Easy there, Tiger." You said, looking around to see if the rest of the ghosts were watching.

Wally smirked, before he pressed a quick kiss to your nose. "Going to go celebrate with the team and meet up with you later, baby."

"Okay." You giggled. "Have fun!" You shouted as you watched him climb back down the stairs of the bleachers, hooting and hollering with the rest of the team as they made their way into the locker room.

Wally loved celebrating with the players, even if they couldn't see him, he was jumping up and down with them enjoying the adrenaline rush of winning the last game of the season. He looked around at the faces of the people he'd known for the past four years, and wondered what the future held for this bunch and what the next group would bring to the table.

As the group changed out of their gear and into their jerseys to go celebrate the last win of the season off campus, Wally followed the group out as they left the locker room, Patricks was the last to leave. Hurriedly grabbing his backpack, he didn't notice it was open and Wally watched as something fell out of the front pocket.

"Hey man." Wally tried in vain, to get the player's attention, and just sighed picking up the little pink item, turning it over in his hands and seeing it was chocolate. "Oh sweet!" Wally opened up the chocolate bar and saw the three little squares wrapped in gold foiling.

"Oo fancy chocolate." Each square had a little symbol on the front of the square. Wally squinted trying to make them out.

"Is that a peach? Does that mean it's peach flavored? Hmm." He said unwrapping the peach chocolate and popped the entire square in his mouth. "Okay definitely not peach. Cherry flavored? Interesting. I wonder what the raindrop one tastes like." Wally pocketed the rest of the chocolate and went off to find you.

.....

You made your way back to your little spot tucked away in the school that you and Wally had claimed as your own. You knew Wally loved hanging out with the team for a while after a big win, so you went and hung out with Charley and Rhonda before making your way back.

When you got back to where Wally was, you saw him lounging shirtless on the mats that made up your bed/lounging area.

Wally's head immediately snapped in your direction as you entered the room. "Hey baby." Wally said, his voice sounding a bit gruff, as he got up from the mats and made his way over to you.

"Hey Wally." You smiled brightly. "How was the after part-" You were cut off briskly as Wally grabbed your hips and pulled you flush to him.

Your eyes widened but not only from the forceful sensation of Wally's tongue immediately slipping into mouth, his tongue dominating over yours and sucking on it. But also because when he pulled you close to him, you could feel his hard cock pressed against your stomach as it strained against his soft sweatpants.

"Wally." You moaned. Feeling his large hands, snake down your back and cupped your ass. Trying to bring you impossibly closer to his body than you already were, and you swore you could feel him buck his hips just the smallest amount against you. "What's gotten into you?" You grunted, trying to push him away but could only manage to break the kiss.

"I just missed you baby, that's all." He whispered, nuzzling your neck, placing soft kisses in the spot that he knows drives you wild.

"I was only gone for like an hour." You giggled, and then grunted as you felt him sucking on your sweet spot. "There's no way you could miss me this much after an hour." You stated firmly, pushing him harder and finally getting him to detach from your neck, holding him at arm's length.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "There's no way I've been gone for that long, that you could be this horny."

"What can I say? You drive me absolutely crazy." He purred, leaning closer to nuzzle at your neck. "Do you wanna feel how much you drive me crazy?" He said reaching for your hand and pulling it towards the waistband of his sweats.

"Wally!" You said pulling your hand back, and taking a step away from Wally.

Wally didn't miss a beat, as he took a step towards you, arms reaching. "Mmm. I love it when you say my name. I like it even better when you scream it when your sweet pussy is full of my cock."

"Okay!" You said putting your hands up and turning you back to Wally. "Someone had booze or drugs and you decided to indulge. I don't blame you but good lord this is -" Wally cut you off again as he grabbed you and snaked his arms around your middle, pulling you against his body.

He was impossibly hot to the touch.

"No drugs. No booze. I just have this desperate need to feel you cum all over my fingers, baby" He said and you watched as he gruffly shoved his hand inside your jeans, and began palming your sex.

"There's my girl. So wet for me already."

You gasped, as he slid two of his fingers inside your hot pussy, pumping them slowly into you. While his thumb traced small circles against your clit.

You couldn't help but jerk your hips into his hand, your head falling back into the crook of his shoulder as you could feel yourself growing wetter at Wally's touches.

"Wally." You whimpered. "What's gotten into you?"

He hummed against your neck, his nose dragging up and down your neck, inhaling your scent; as his fingers continued to lazily pump into you. "Nothings gotten into me, but I hope to be buried inside you tonight, baby." He growled punctuating his statement by pressing you harder against him so you can feel his cock straining against the small of your back.

You felt your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you felt Wally's soft lips, brush against your neck. "God baby, you just drive me crazy." He whispered, before sucking harshly on the spot where your collarbone and neck met.

Causing you to buck your hips into his hands, as his fingers drove into you faster, your release just on the edge.

"Wally!" you moaned out and grabbed onto Wally's biceps, his presence a constant reminder that you weren't going to drown as your orgasm crashed over you, seeming to take the very breath from your body.

Wally pulled his fingers out of your pants and you watched as he put them in his mouth. You felt yourself growing hot again as Wally moaned around his fingers, tasting your release.

"Baby." He moaned. "I could just eat you up."

Before you could even react, Wally grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulders and carried you back the two feet to the mats that were spread out on the floor. Laying you down, he immediately went after the tops of your jeans.

"These need to come off now." He growled, his large hands roughly yanking your jeans down your legs. You watched with trepidation as Wally took in the sight of you.

"Wally." You whispered, as Wally's hands reached for you again, his hands felt scorching against your legs as he traced them slowly up your legs, to play with the hem of your panties. "Wally." you whispered his name again, this time getting his attention. His dark brown eyes met with yours, making your heart jump.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and felt your cheeks heat. "What about you?" You said in an impossibly soft voice, but he heard it nonetheless.

"Trust me baby." He said taking your legs in his hands, so your knees were bent and pushed together as he rolled you to place a kiss on both sides of your hip. "Everything that's going to happen tonight is going to be purely selfish."

You let out a gasp as Wally suddenly flipped you over and grabbed your waist so your ass was in the air. You braced the weight of your upper body on your forearms, as Wally's hands traced down your back, playing with the hem of your panties again before pulling them down, leaving them pooled around your knees.

Wally had never felt like this before, he didn't know what was in that chocolate but he felt like his skin was on fire, and you were the tall drink of water he couldn't wait to guzzle down.

"Did you really think that sucking you off my fingers was going to be enough for me? I'll never get enough of you honey. Enough of your body." He breathed, kissing the small of your back. "Enough of your soft little moans." He said as he kissed the top of one of your ass cheeks, before biting it softly and doing the same to the other. "Enough of your sweet taste." He whispered before notching his leg in between yours and pushing your legs apart more, so he could nestle himself in between your legs comfortably. His hands grabbed your hips and brought your body back to his awaiting tongue.

You let out a loud moan, dropping your head to the mats under you, as you felt Wally's tongue dive into your hot center. He'd eaten you out a couple of times before, but this time was different, he'd never done something like this.

His tongue felt deeper, as it slid in and out of you, before finding your clit, and eliciting a groan from you as he sucked and flicked the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue. His nose nudged your tight hole, as he spread you wider for him. He ran his tongue back down the length of your folds and started to fuck you with his tongue again.

"Fuck baby. You always taste so sweet for me." He moaned against your skin, his hand running up the length of your back, keeping you arched into his mouth perfectly. "I could do this forever, keep you here like this for me. Maybe I could tie you up next time, and you'd never get away from me or my tongue." He chuckled, the image of you tied and whimpering as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you making him even harder than he already was.

Oh yeah Wally Clark was definitely into overstimulation kink.

You let out a sharp gasp, as you felt Wally reached around with his hand and start rubbing your clit, as he started to fuck you with his tongue again and you knew you were close.

"Wally." You moaned, pushing your ass closer to his face. He hummed against you, his finger moving faster as you felt your orgasm build to a height you didn't think you could survive from.

"Wally." You moaned out again, feeling desperate as you clawed your nails into the mat, searching for an anchor to keep you sane. And in the next moment your orgasm violently ripped out of you, causing you to scream.

You felt Wally hold onto you, knowing that you'd tried to get away from the pleasure he was pulling from your body, as he continued to eat you out slowly through your orgasm.

He left you feeling boneless, as he lavished your sensitive pussy with kisses, lapping up your release. While your face was pressed into the mat, having no energy to even lift your head let alone pull away from Wally.

When Wally finally pulled his face away from your pussy, he was grinning ear to ear. "Best snack of the day." He chuckled. "Much better than that chocolate from earlier."

"What chocolate?" You asked through the haze of your orgasm.

"It's nothing baby." He purred as he traced his hand down your back as you heard the tell tell sound of his sweats being pulled down. "I'll share some with you later." He smiled before pushing himself into your tight wet pussy.

Tonight was going to be a long night

[whos-the-seme]

okay but I kinda need read a fic where Shen Yuan is wife plotted (AGAIN) by some random papapa plant (dammit Airplane--) and he basically falls into a floating coma or something. on a hunt for some rare herbs with liu qingge, he's lured by the sound of his Binghe's (his lost little lamb) voice and ends up ensnared.

okay, imagine that he's being held high in the air by these vines, just asleep, and nothing can wake him, even after liu qingge cuts the monster plant down to get him. he's just sleeping, rosy-cheeked, unwakeable.

peak lords panic, and start trying to figure it out what this rare plant is. sqh wracks his brain somewhat and somewhat remembers this plot line.

they come to the conclusion that its the everlasting dreams flower or some shit. basically traps the victim in their dreams while it sucks out their qi until the person dies of dehydration/starvation or qi loss, whichever kills them first (sometimes, its not the latter, and if the person is a cultivator, they can last a while before their qi is fully drained enough that they can no longer practice inedia but also haven't died yet). meanwhile, the person won't even care because their dreams are so sweet, that they don't want to leave.

the only way to cure it? true love's song. someone who truly knows and loves the sleeper needs to sing something from the heart, and if it's pure enough or something, it can pierce through the pleasant dreams of the person and wake them up. yqy and lqg instantly become flustered, but both of them can't help but secretly wonder how it would feel to have Xiao jiu/shen-shixiong wake up at their song.

they confer with the rest of the peak lords a little outside of shen yuan's resting rooms on the Qian Cao peak, and yqy decides to sing a little lullaby he used to sing to Xiao jiu when they were still on the streets. he goes in, his voice is a steady but a bit nervous, but he croons that shit out. airplane can't believe his fucking ears. yqy could honestly be an idol its not fair wtf-- only, sqh knows he can't dance to save his fucking life, so.

when yqy finishes, he waits, but his heart sinks when Xiao jiu doesn't so much as stir. he hurries out of the room but sqh notices how the tips of his ears are red in embarrassment. of course, even when he still had his memory, Xiao jiu wanted nothing to do with him, why did he think it would change now, he just--

lqj goes in next. he murmurs a song that he constantly hears sqq sometimes strumming on his guqin, thinking that means sqq must love the song. he's not sure what else he can do, he doesn't know how to sing from the heart, but the feelings he has for his shixiong... he has to at least try to wake him.

he doesn't wake. lqj walks out in defeat.

airplane who has been wracking his brain all this time because he was trying to think of requirements for awakening so he wasn't paying attention suddenly jumps up. he doesn't mind the startled glances that the other peak lords give him.

he just remembered!

the song didn't have to be a romantic song or anything. the love for the sleeper didn't have to be romantic love, at all! he remembered this plot line that he added about binghe trying to wake one of his wives, but it was one of the wives' sisters that woke her, because she truly loved her sister deeply. causing binghe to realize that his love was becoming shallow, in that it wasn't enough anymore or blah blah blah. he scrapped that plot line and that plant after he got a ton of bad reviews for even suggestion that lbh's love (pillar) wasn't big enough and so he had lbh fix it with papapa, but whatever!

he shivered.

anyway, the story has been so warped over time that its only told that it has to be a romantic lover. but it didn't have to be.

he had an idea. he loved Shen Yuan! despite the rocky start, their shared transmigration and experiences led them to form a closer relationship, and Shen Yuan was his best friend. he knew him wholly, both in his bitchiness of Cucumber-bro of their old lives, and in the snarky-masquerading-as-pretentious SQQ he was in their new lives. He knew him as a whole of Shen Yuan, not as Xiao Jiu, or as the original goods.

and also, both he and Shen Yuan had discovered they both liked some similar songs during one of their weekly private meetings a few weeks ago, while Shen Yuan was there under the guise of planning their eventual escapes, but was actually just drinking up all his wine and ransacking his snacks.

he's got this! (he hopes.) (he would quite not like his bro to die from an unwakeable coma.)

confidently, with incredulous stares following him, he walks into the room and sits at shen yuan's bedside. and proceeded to sing, as smoothly as he could, a vocaloid love song. if nothing else, it might shock Shen Yuan awake to hear a random ass vocaloid song in his dreams. the lyrics are actually pretty sweet and soft, but he can't stop imagining the music behind it, making it funnier than it should be to sing it.

[Shen Yuan, whose dreamscape has become completely synchronized to his current living conditions and so he dreams of the serene bamboo hut: *sitting at his table with binghe pouring him more tea* *sudden hatsune fucking miku disturbing the atmosphere*

Shen Yuan: 👁️👄👁️]

while he tries not to giggle as the song comes to an end, the stares of the other peak lords boring into his back from the doorway (he can just hear them thinking, "yqy and lqg couldn't wake him up but you think you can?" but maybe that's just his imagination. or maybe they think the song is shitty, what does he know--), shen yuan's eyes flutter open.

airplane, who didn't think this would actually actually work (though he hoped), gapes at him. Shen Yuan, eyes half lidded from sleep, gazes back.

"uh..."

"The everlasting dreams flower, really? That was a really good plot line, can't believe you, ah," Shen Yuan yawns, "dropped it in favor of more papapa as always, you shitty author." He can't catch a break. Why did he wake this guy up again?

"he's awake!?" multiple voices cry out.

THUMP. yqy has fainted.

they both have forgotten their audience. liu qingge has goes outside to punch a tree. the other peak lords are in various states of disarray, disbelief, and discomfort. liu minyan has appeared out of nowhere to take notes. mu qingfāng rolls his eyes and comes in to check shen-shenanigans's meridians.

"Can't believed that shit worked, honestly," Shen Yuan says, eyeing one of the older disciples try to drag YQY to a cot. he is starting to rouse. "hatsune miku, really?"

"aw! well now you know how deeply and purely I love you, shixiong!"

THUMP. YQY has fainted again.

more sounds of breaking trees from outside. mu qingfāng warily calls out a warning to avoid his good medicinal trees, thanks.

after a while of conversation, with eyes closing a bit once more, from exhaustion, rather than the plant poison, Shen Yuan gives Shang Qinghua a small smile. As his eyes flutter shut again, he says, "I love you too, bro."

[plethorawrites]

Jason Todd x Empath Reader (Because I love this idea)

Jason had barely made it through the door of the apartment before he collapsed onto the couch, his feet hanging off the end of it as he buried his face in a throw pillow with a tired groan.

You looked up from the pot you were stirring in the kitchen, glancing over at him. "Long day?" He just groaned again into the pillow. "Did you want to take a nap before we eat dinner?"

Sometimes, when he was extremely tired, he would take a power nap before you ate, just to avoid falling asleep during the meal. You never minded much, since you knew he had a hard job and it wore him out.

All he did was raise a hand, waving it dismissively. Was that a yes or a no? You weren't quite sure, but probably thought he was refusing the offer, as he often did, since he felt guilty for coming home and falling asleep immediately instead of spending time with you.

Despite his best efforts, he slipped into a state of slumber quite quickly, even though he tried to fight it off, telling himself he would only rest his eyes for a moment before getting up to give you a kiss like he always did.

A few moments later, when dinner was nearly ready, you heard the sound of something getting kicked and peered over towards where he was resting. "Jay?"

No response.

Turning the burner down, you walked over to the couch where he was sleeping, not well, at that. He was thrashing, the way he often did, one of his legs hanging off the couch, occasionally kicking the coffee table when his body jumped.

"Jay," you repeated, a bit firmer, shaking him awake.

He bolted straight up, breathing heavily. His hand gripped the pillow until it was white while he looked around, trying to recognize his surroundings.

His gaze eventually landed on you and his breathing slowed. "Baby?"

You knelt by the couch, taking his hand in yours. "You okay?" You asked gently, as to not elicit any strong emotions from him by accident.

Jason hesitated to answer, not wanting to lie to you but hating to admit the truth as well. "I- I guess," he muttered, his grip on your hand tightening. He scrubbed his face with his spare hand, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I'm sorry for falling asleep," he apologized, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your lips.

You frowned slightly, resting your forehead against his. "It's fine," you assured him. "Are you hungry?"

Yes.

He was absolutely starving.

And as an added bonus, he wouldn't have to talk about his feelings or dreams for a while.

Jason nodded, loosening his grip on your hand ever so slightly before standing up, draping his hand around your waist and following you into the kitchen.

He knew you liked to know about how he was feeling; you constantly asked and he appreciated that you would take the time to let him try to vocalize feelings he used to ignore or invalidate. But he also knew that if he let you, you would use your powers on him every chance you could to help him sleep or bring him peace of mind, at your own expense.

Jason couldn't let you do that. So, he would rarely, if ever take advantage of your gifts. Instead, he would talk your ear off when he, very rarely, felt emotional enough to talk. And he would show you how he felt as often as possible.

After dinner, he laid down in bed beside you, pulling you close to him, like normal, resting his hand on your back and burying his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head. He never felt safer than when he was holding you and could feel you holding him back, with your arm wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat through his shirt.

Unfortunately, his subconscious got scary when he was asleep and the normal comfort he felt disappeared when he began to dream, feeling like you were slipping away from him.

In his dreams, you left him. In his dreams, he died over and over and no one stood at his grave. In his dreams, he lost everything, everyone.

Jason woke up to you shaking him again, practically shouting his name to try to get him to open his eyes. He had broken out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning until all the pillows had fallen off the bed and he'd basically stolen the entire blanket from you.

"I'm sorry," were the first words out of his mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." He was out of breath, panting as he buried his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry. Please don't leave."

You dragged his hands away from his face, taking his chin in between your fingers and forcing him to look at you. "Jay, talk to me," you pleaded quietly, laying your head on his shoulder as he caught his breath. "Just tell me what you saw."

He exhaled, his fingers curling around the sheets. "You left me," he said, staring down at the bed. "I died again and you di- you moved on. You didn't even visit my grave."

Your heart broke.

"You know I'd never do that," you insisted with conviction. "Never."

If he died, you wouldn't move on. You couldn't. You wouldn't just visit his grave, you'd probably live at it. No piece of your heart wanted to even think about loving someone else. Ever.

Jason swallowed harshly. "I know," he whispered, trying to believe you. "I just...my subconscious doesn't."

You squeezed his shoulder, running your hand back and forth, trying to ease some of the tension in his neck. "Please let me make it better," you begged.

"No," Jason replied without hesitation.

He wouldn't let himself rely on your powers. He loved you. Not for your ability to lull him to sleep, but because you were his partner, the person he wanted to see every morning and every night, who brought a smile to his face and made him feel safe just by existing.

"Jason—"

"I said no!" He exclaimed. "I'm not using you. I'm not going to sleep while you stay up to let me."

You paused, seeing him tense even more. He hadn't meant to snap and you both knew it.

"You're not using me," you stated calmly. "And I can sleep anytime. Please just let me help you rest. Just for a few hours."

You were desperate for him to sleep. He looked exhausted, miserable, even. It hurt you almost as much to see him deny himself what could help as it did for him to constantly refuse your offer.

His jaw set and you could see him thinking it though.

"Please," you repeated in a soft whisper.

He finally caved. Nodding he sighed heavily, laying down. "No more than three or four hours."

That's all he really needed to function, anyway.

You nodded, laying down with him, seamlessly falling into his strong arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala, clinging to him for your own comfort as much as his.

The tension slowly dissipated from his body as he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping your body tightly as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep breath and trying not to feel guilty.

A few seconds passed and he suddenly felt his anger, his sadness, his pain, all subsided until all he felt was peace and calm. Not to mention love. A lot of love. To a nearly unfathomable point.

Within seconds he was falling asleep in your arms, humming and mumbling incoherently while nuzzling your neck as you stroke his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails.

Three or four he said. You agreed.

You still stayed up all night, only allowing yourself to fall asleep once the sun rose and he got eight full hours of sleep for the first time since the last time he let you use your powers on him.

He'd be annoyed, you knew and he wanted to complain, tell you not to sacrifice your sleep for his but when he woke up, you were already asleep, still clinging to him. So, he let his arms tighten around you again, laying there, letting you sleep, like you let him.

A relationship was give and take, he knew. He felt terrible for taking too much, so he would give you this. For as long as he could. Even if his arms were numb.

[aurorawritestoescape]

WHY NOT?

Step brother!Joel Miller x f!reader, step brother!Tommy Miller

Summary: when your vibe dies on you at the worst possible moment, you decide to ask your hot step brother for help.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, modern AU, reader is 19, Joel and Tommy are in their 20s, incest-play, unprotected piv, creampies, degradation, exhibitionism, f!masturbation, pervy!Joel, bratty!reader, dub con due to alcohol consumption but everyone’s into it, manhandling, pussy/ass spanking, squirting, swearing, sex toy usage, rough-ish!sex, fingering, f!oral, praise kink.

Word count: 3,4k

A/n: Yes, I’m at it again. What can I say? Stepcest is hot to me;) If it’s not your thing, it’s fine, just scroll down. And if it is, I hope you’ll enjoy the story<3 Hugs and kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and helping me. Ily baby!<3 Dividers by @/huraxy

MASTERLIST

Now

A gentle breeze is flowing through your open bedroom window, it caresses your heated skin, licks at your wet pussy, making you shiver with pleasure.

You’re on your bed, legs spread wide, your pink vibe pressed to your lubed up clit. The sun is high up but you don’t decide when to get horny. Your pussy does.

Your eyelids flutter close and a set of moans are falling from your parted lips, mixing with the low buzzing of the toy and the chirping of the birds outside.

You can let yourself be louder — your mom and her husband Javier aren’t home. Only your step brother is in, but you don’t care if he hears you. Actually, you’d love him to.

”Joel,” you whisper involuntarily, when your step brother’s image pops into your mind, and a heat wave starts rising deep on your belly, steady and fast, the upcoming orgasm sweet like honey on your tongue. It’s about to wash over you, and you hold your breath, squeeze your eyes tighter and form an ‘o’ with your lips to let the sounds of your ecstasy fill the room freely and… and … your toy dies.

FUCK!!

Instead of a satisfied moan, a loud growl rings in your now silent room, scaring the birds outside away. You’ve been so close! If only it worked for one more minute!

You throw the stupid thing on the bed and consider your options. You can do it yourself. Yes, you can! Your fingers know your spots better than anyone.

So you close your eyes again and start rubbing your poor clit. The warmth reignites in your belly but it’s not even close to the fire that was coursing through you a minute ago. You open your eyes and glare at the ceiling, your lips in a pout.

Suddenly your face softens when you get an idea. “Joel!!!” you shout as loudly as you can.

No answer.

“JOEL!!”

Nothing.

Ughhh!!

Your step brother is probably in the basement and can’t hear you, so you jump off the bed, put your shorts on and head downstairs.

Then

Your mother married Tommy and Joel’s dad, Javier Miller, a few months ago. Getting two older step brothers in your late teens was never on your bingo card, so when your mom announced that they were buying a house together, your heart sank - the prospect of sharing a new living space with them made you sick. Luckily, the younger Miller, Tommy, was away in college, so he annoyed you only from time to time, when he came to visit his dad and brother. Unfortunately, the older one, Joel, who worked as a contractor, moved into the basement of the new house, so he could save up and eventually get his own place.

Joel had been getting on your nerves from day one - he teased you any chance he got, mocked your friends, your hobbies, your music taste, left a mess after himself everywhere and threw loud parties for his stupid friends whenever your mom and step dad were away at the lake house.

The other problem was that he was hot. Really hot. Numerous times you found yourself staring at his perky ass, his muscular arms, his broad back. His always disheveled curls were asking to be grabbed, his plush lips looked so soft and inviting. But his best feature was his beautiful brown eyes. Your heart sped up every time they were focused on you. Your confusing feelings made you hate his guts even more until one house party changed everything.

That night you were hanging out with your friends in the backyard, avoiding Joel and his loud crowd. After a couple of beers, a little tipsy, you went to the bathroom, and as you were leaving the room, Joel appeared out of nowhere in the hall.

“Let's chat,” he said and pushed you back inside.

You were so surprised that you barely protested when he closed the door behind you two and locked it.

“What the…?” was all you mustered to say.

Joel’s dark eyes were glinting with mischief and probably alcohol as he leaned against the counter in the dimly lit room. He flashed you his usual lopsided smile and said,

“Wanna talk to you, babygirl.”

His firm pecks were straining a black tee, tight jeans he had on were making your pussy ache, but his low husky voice together with the pet name was the final nail in the coffin of your restraint. You got wet immediately.

“I’m not your babygirl, asshole,” you bit back despite your body’s reaction to the man. Your brain was slowly catching up with the situation - you were alone in the bathroom with your hot step brother.

Joel tutted, shaking his head and taking a step closer.

“Hey, that’s not nice.”

You scoffed and turned around to unlock the door. Suddenly you felt Joel’s warm hand wrap around your arm, stopping you. You roughly threw it off and hissed,

“The fuck?!”

“Please.”

When you turned back to glare at the man, a pair of sad puppy eyes were staring at you. His brows were pulled together, his expression soft and pleading.

‘Maybe he needs something’, your naive heart whispered.

‘I need him inside,’ your pussy purred and you gushed more into your panties. You were waiting for your brain to speak but unfortunately it was silent, mesmerized by Joel’s handsome face, cute expression and hot body.

“What do you want?” you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest.

Joel stepped up really close, mere inches between your faces, and gave you a sweet smile.

“I want us to be friends.”

He sounded so genuine, you almost believed it.

“Yeah, right!”

You averted your eyes burning with desire at his proximity, but still trying to keep cool.

“Well, maybe more than friends.”

Your gaze darted up to him, your brows furrowed.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Joel smirked and slowly planted his hands against the door on both sides of your head and his face darkened when he whispered,

“I see how you stare at me, little sister. Can’t keep your eyes off my dick when I wear my sweats.”

You scoffed again but mentally scolded yourself for checking him out so carelessly.

“Or after I take a shower… only a towel on. Bet you wanna see what’s underneath.”

“No, I don’t,” you lied, throwing daggers at him with your eyes but Joel didn’t seem to care. He leaned even closer and whispered in your ear.

“I can show you, baby sis.”

You tried to push him away but his voice, his scent, his words hypnotized you. Your panties were completely soaked by now and you could only mewl when he gently took your hand, brought it to his crotch and pressed your palm to his bulge.

“See what you’re doing to me?”

His voice was strained with arousal and he was semi hard and big, so big that your heart skipped a beat and another surge of wetness seeped into your panties.

Joel’s lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“The house full of hot chicks and I’m hard for my little sister.”

“Step sister,” you mumbled through heavy breathing, heart pounding in your ears.

“Exactly. We’re not related… just two hot people living under the same roof.” He pulled back a little and squeezed your hand making you palm his cock bulge. “So…Let’s fuck.”

You were standing so close to each other, alone in the bathroom, your eyes locked - his were black as the night outside, and surely yours were echoing his lust.

“It’s fucked up.” A voice of reason made you whisper but Joel’s lips curved into a smile before he said something that was hard to deny,

“That’s why it’s so damn hot.”

You tried. You really tried not to be seduced by your sexy step brother, but ten minutes later you two were alone again, but now in your bedroom, both completely naked. The door was locked and you were lying on the bed with Joel’s face between your spread thighs.

You didn’t turn the lights on, wishing for the darkness of the night to cover your twisted act, the music booming downstairs to hide Joel’s dirty talk and your moans.

“You have the sweetest pussy, baby sis.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t lie, you love it. You’re just as pervy as I am, babygirl.”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon. Need to open you up for me first… to make you come.”

He did. Twice. First time he was fucking you with his hot tongue and rubbing your clit when you exploded with a pathetic cry and squirted right into his mouth. Not giving you a respite he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud and began sucking on it, parting from your pussy from time to time to shower you with his depraved praise,

“Such a good girl squirting for me. Happy to be your brother, baby.”

“Ahh, Joel…”

“Louder, baby, don’t be shy. Wanna hear my beautiful sister moan my name.”

You couldn’t deny what his words were doing to you - you’d never been more turned on in your life, never known how easily you could come until Joel Miller, your step brother for fuck’s sake, ate you out.

Soon you came the second time, wriggling on the wet sheets in ecstasy, scratching Joel’s big hands keeping your hips in place.

Then he climbed on top of you and entered you slowly and gently, mumbling obscenities into your ear.

“Fuck she’s tight. You’ve been waiting for your big bro to come and stretch you, huh?”

“You’re fucked up”, you moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting into you with a steady pace, leisurely, letting you feel every rim and vein of his thick cock.

You didn’t kiss that night, but when he was inside you, his big heavy body on top of you, your lips were brushing his neck, your tongue was tracing his veins, until in a lustful delirium you sucked a hickey into his honey skin.

Joel hummed, pumping his length in and out of your cunt,

“Marking your territory, babygirl? Want everyone to know my cock belongs to my sister, uh?”

To your surprise you moaned at the idea of the other girls at the party seeing the bruise on his neck. You gave him a couple more and he didn’t protest.

He was a great fuck and soon you came with a loud cry when Joel was licking your tits and rutting into you with feral intensity. Quickly after he emptied his balls into your fluttering core, growling into the crease of your neck.

Still dripping his cum you quickly got dressed, nervous about your long absence from the party, and made Joel promise that the one time thing would stay between the two of you.

“Sure, sis,” he promised with a wink.

Now

“We’re just two hot people living together,” Joel’s words emerge in your mind, as you’re walking to the basement, still fuming after your ruined orgasm.

You find Joel chilling on the couch in his man cave, no shirt, just his grey sweats on, playing a shooter on TV. Someone is emotionally shouting in his speakers, so you come up to him and pull the gaming headset off his ears.

“I need your help.”

“What the fuck?! I’m playing!”

“Do I give a shit?”

You cross your arms and frown at him.

His eyes return to the screen and you slap his naked shoulder, getting his attention back.

“Wait a sec, guys.“ He hits the mute button, frees one ear and barks,

“What?!”

“I need to… you get to make me come.”

Joel’s brows shoot up and a lopsided smile curves his lips.

“Last time you said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” you explain, lying down on the couch and placing your feet on his lap. “But my vibe died and I’m horny.”

Joel huffs a laugh, staring at you, then shrugs and pushes your feet away.

“I’m playing. Later.”

He turns the mic on again and announces that he’s back.

Motherfucker!

The frustration burns your belly, so you sit up and slap the controller out of his hands, sending it flying across the room.

“I said. Now.”

“Fucking bitch,” Joel hisses and pounces on you. You scream and then giggle as he grabs your arms and manhandles you to lie on your stomach. He pushes you into the sofa with his whole body flush with yours and growls in your ear.

“You wanna get fucked? Ya getting fucked, sis.”

You moan when he sits on the back of your thighs and slaps your ass, not hard but enough to sting.

“Joel,” you whimper and turn your head to the side to show him your excited smile.

Your step brother pulls your shorts down to your mid thigh and squeezes your asscheeks as he growls into the microphone,

“Guys, I’m off. My step sis is being a bitch.”

Then he laughs. “What? Fuck her? Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

You wiggle your ass in the air when he lifts your hips with his strong hands and slides his thick fingers between your wet folds.

“Fuck she’s wet already. Wish y’all could see.”

“Oh my God, Joel, are you crazy?!” you screech squirming under him, when you realize that he’s talking to his teammates.

“Chill, baby. They don’t know me. We just play together.”

You can’t chill, terrified that someone will know that you’ve been fucking your step brother, but your pussy aches so much, you throw your caution to the wind and arch your back with a needy whine, presenting your holes to Joel.

“Good girl,” he coos at you and then talks to the people in his speakers, “What? Want me to describe her? She’s hot and dripping, ‘s all you need to know.” He laughs and adds, “and that I'm gonna stuff her full of my cock in a second.”

He follows his words and pushes his warm hard dick inside your pussy with one slow thrust. You whimper and the possibility that someone else can hear you make your walls clench around Joel’s length.

“They’re saying your sounds are hot, baby. And that you’re a slut. Don’t be shy. Louder.”

Joel spanks your ass again and you give them the neediest moan you’ve ever produced.

“That’s my girl,” Joel smirks, “Yeah, gonna give it to her good.”

Joel starts rutting his cock into your drenched cunt, your folds slick with your juices, your hole hungry for him, but the stretch still makes you wince.

“They want to hear you come, baby.”

Joel leans down, wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you up. With your back pressed to his chest, he grabs your pussy in his warm palm and then his index finger starts drawing circles over your puffy clit.

The other hand slides under your top and begins playing with your tits. The sensation of your pussy, clit and nipples being stimulated sends you up into the sky, and you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, high on pleasure already. In this new position you can clearly hear the voices in his speakers and your head spins with want as you listen to his teammates encouraging Joel.

“Fuck her hard, dude.”

“What a slut!”

“Wish I was there, bro.”

“You’re the luckiest.”

“Can we come over and fuck her, too?”

Joel chuckles through heavy breathing and slaps your folds, spread wide around his cock.

”Hear that? Ya popular. Wanna get gang banged, baby sis?”

You whimper loudly and the men cheer.

“She’s mine, guys. One day maybe.” Joel slows down the pace of his hips and turns your face to the side to give you a kiss. You happily part your lips and your tongues tangle, as the others are listening to the sloppy sounds of you two making out.

“Fuck yeah!”

“You’re the man!”

“Slutty step sis?! You hit the jackpot!”

They keep degrading you and praising Joel, and you’re melting in his strong arms. His hips pick up the pace, he’s pounding hard into your sloppy pussy, until a shuddering orgasm hits you, making you pulsate around your step brother’s cock.

“She’s choking me…. Ahhh..,” Joel’s grunts, and, holding you tightly in his arms, starts squirting his cum into your hot core.

“Yes!! Fill her up, dude.”

“Cum-thirsty whore.”

”Fuck, wanna see her drip.”

Their comments are prolonging your climax better than any toy ever could, their modified voices ringing loudly in your mind and going straight to your stuffed pussy. They’re sending waves of pleasure through your body which is still shaking against Joel’s strong frame.

Being full to the brim, your thighs sticky with Joel’s cum and your slick, you slide off his cock and plop back on the couch.

You turn to lie on your back and shut your eyes. Your brain’s a mush, your limbs are tingling, you can harldy lift a finger, that’s how fucked out you are.

Joel’s and your heavy breathing is interrupted by his strained voice.

“She’s in a cock coma… oh yeah, yeah I'm looking at her hole right now. Stuffed her good. What? Fuck, ‘k, wait.”

Joel leans down and gently slaps your pussy. You clench your hole with a whine, fluttering your eyes open.

“Yeah… It’s dripping out of her. Damn, so much. Her little hole’s full.”

Joel hisses ‘shit’ and adds ‘yeah, good idea’.

With hazy eyes you watch him slide his fingers up between your folds and then push them into your stretched entrance, returning the runaway cum into your cunt.

You give the strangers a new set of needy moans when your step brother is playing with your creamed up pussy - pumps his fingers in and out, rubs your oversensitive clit, while his big wet cock is softening on his hairy thigh.

“Hey, sis.”

“Yeah?”

“Tommy’s asking if he can join us next time?”

The fog in your mind clears up and turns into a thundercloud as you hear Joel’s words.

“WHAT?!!” You push his hand off your pussy and sit up on the couch. ”You said you don’t know them!“

“Yeah, I don’t. Except Tommy,” Joel shrugs, tucking his cock back in his sweats. “We often play together, you shoulda known.”

You pull your shorts back on, glaring at your step brother, huffing with anger.

“Chill, sis. Imagine having two cocks at your disposal. What if you get extra horny?”

You’ve known Tommy less than Joel but he’s just as handsome and hot as his older brother, with a charming smile and warm eyes. Suddenly an image of both step brothers fucking you flashes in your mind and you bite your lip, daydreaming about the delicious scenario for a few moments.

“Gimme,” you say with a naughty smile and pull Joel’s headset off. Then you place it on your head and talk into the mic.

“Tommy, are you here?”

The other men cheer, making you wince at their loud cat calling, and Joel laughs hearing his teammates’ reaction to you.

”Pigs,” you mumble and call again,

“Tommy?”

“I’m here, beautiful.” Now you recognize his velvety voice from before, when Joel was fucking you, and scold yourself for not realizing that he was in the audience right away.

“Two questions.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you have a big dick?”

The question draws another deafening outburst from the men and then Tommy chuckles,

“Yeah, I do, sweetheart.”

“Great. And are you good at using it?”

You hear “baby, you’re slut”, “fuck yeah” and “damnnnn” before Tommy replies, confidence loud in his voice.

”Yes, I am, baby.”

“‘k, I’ll be the judge of that,” you purr and take the headset off.

You get up clumsily, ready to head upstairs, when Joel grabs your hand, looking up at you.

“He’s coming home for the spring break.”

You’re watching his lips turn into a dark smile as he adds,

“Are you really gonna let us both fuck you?”

Your pussy clenches at Joel’s question, more cum escaping your hole, and while your body is screaming ‘Yes!’, you only nod with a mischievous smile.

Joel curses under his breath and pulls you onto his lap. His lips crush against yours and you moan into his mouth as your clothed leaky pussy rubs against his bulge.

“You’re so fucking hot, babygirl. Wanna fuck my cum deeper.”

“Yes, please,” you mewl, your head dizzy with want, and add, “But only you and me now”.

“Sure, sis,” Joel replies, picking you up and carrying you to his bed for round two.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! If you have thots for pt 2, let me know!💋

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[mirensiart]

you’ve heard about linksmeet aus before, but today I bring you a LINKLES MEET AU

✨WELCOME TO THE LINKLE-VERSE✨

basically, an au that asks the question of: what if each Link had a Linkle counterpart? The Linkles don’t necessarily share a spirit, but they do share one thing, aka GETTING LOST! So lost in fact they end up in different eras lmao what’s better than this, just gals being pals trying to find their way back home amiright lmao

it all starts with Fauna (botw/totk!Linkle) following a story about Zelda’s whereabouts for the Lucky Clover Gazette and falling down a suspicious portal accidentally. She ends up in another era and another time, and pairs up with the local Linkle to find a way back home (though jumping through time will absolutely make a great story for the Lucky Clover!) what happens next will (not) surprise you (they get lost again and find themselves in another era, find the local Linkle and…rinse and repeat lmao)

👇 small notes and translation of their names down below 👇

they’re all sapphics cause like, I’m sapphic and I say so lol

the OG Linkle aka the one from hyrule warriors, is nicknamed atenea

fauna has no idea her coworker (botw/totk!link) is THE link everyone is looking for, cause I think it’s funny that he has the Tony Hawk syndrome lmao

hada dies to ganondorf’s forces while protecting oot!zelda in all timelines except the child timeline

brisa hates ww!link’s guts and refers to him as her sworn arch nemesis but it’s all one sided cause ww!link couldn’t care less about her lmao he keeps finding rare treasure and getting his hands on treasure maps, ITS NOT FAIR !

rosa is like brock from pokemon aka her eyes are always closed lmao

ocaso has a bitch resting face but is actually a sweetheart, she feeds the cats in castle town every day

linka is a traveling merchant in hyrule, while rava travels lorule. they both have had encounters with ravio in lorule/hyrule and hate him, they’re competitors lol the hatred is mutual though ravio hates them too since they keep stealing Mr Hero’s patronage from him lol

I like to imagine peregrina has stumbled upon loz/al!link a couple of times but has no idea who he is, like just a weird traveling kid lmao

alma likes trains and aspires to be a royal engineer like st!link but she also dreams of eventually being the captain of a steamboat lol

ever since she split, colores talks in plural sometimes

capa is mc!link’s cousin aka they both have the same grandpa :)

the translations of their names are:

Cielo = sky

Capa = cape

Hada = fairy

Rosa = rose or pink

Brisa = breeze

Ocaso = twilight

Linka is just Linka lol same with Rava

Colores = colors

Alma = spirit or soul

Fauna = same in English

Peregrina = pilgrim

[kitkatscabinet]

BATS AND SUPES

Summary: Every bat needs their superperson.

Pairing(s): Dick Grayson, Jason Todd x fem! Reader

A/N: unedited. Kinda hate both these endings but it is what it is :)

DICK GRAYSON

Dick was going to be sick. Oh, he's going to throw up; what had he been thinking? Calling himself Nightwing, what were you going to think? Oh god, what if you hated it? What if you thought it was weird or creepy?

He's so distracted by his spiralling thoughts that he miscalculates the distance of his next jump, an undignified yelp leaving him as he begins to fall.

A pair of hands suddenly catches him by the biceps, and he's floating. Heart still thundering in his chest from his clumsy near miss, Dick looks up to see you smirking down at him.

"And to think I almost didn't come and visit you tonight." You teased, flying over to the closest rooftop and dropping him down, your eyes trailing over the blue emblem on his chest. "Heard you'd changed your name, trying to send me a message, pretty bird?"

Your smile was still as gorgeous as ever, eyes sparkling mischievously as Dick practically choked on his own tongue.

He could still remember the first time he'd witnessed you on the news. You'd been thrown into a building, the resulting explosion drowning out the screams of the nearby bystanders.

Even though you'd been strangers then, Dick had watched with his heart in his throat, worry flooding his veins for the girl who couldn't have been much older than him.

But you'd been unscathed, rising from the ashes like a Phoenix, skin unblemished by the roaring flames.

If he was being truthful with himself, he’d been enraptured with you ever since then. His first meeting with you was still a blur; he'd been a bundle of nerves and excitement, and you'd just smiled at him indulgently.

Honestly, he'd been smitten from the get-go.

You'd actually been the one to tell him the story of Nightwing after he'd compared that clip of you to a Phoenix. Naturally, you'd had no idea what that was, and once he'd described the mythical bird you'd lit up, launching into an explanation of Flamebird and Nightwing.

It had been his favourite nickname for you ever since, you were his Flamebird, and he'd always wanted to be your Nightwing.

"Rob, er, Nightwing?" Your grin has died a little, a modicum of concern shining in your eyes.

He can do this, he can be suave, sweep you off your feet like Bruce does for his dates.

“You… I… Go out with me!” He practically shouts in your face, mortification flooding his veins as you freeze like a deer in headlights, “please!” He softly tacks on.

You say his name so softly, hesitantly that Dick fears you’re about to reject him and his mouth opens without his permission once more. “Just hear me out! Ever since I first saw you, you’re all I can think about. You’re vibrant, passionate, lively, everything I want in a partner. I want to be your partner. Please, just give me a chance!”

You interrupt his nervous rambling, tugging him by the front of his new costume and pulling him into an enthusiastic kiss.

“I was beginning to think you’d never admit it.” You grinned at him, making him sputter.

“You… what? You knew?”

“Course I did, you’re as subtle as a car crash, Nightwing.” You whispered in his ear mischievously, flying quickly out of his grasp and leaving him flushed and reeling.

It’s not until you’ve disappeared from his sight that he startled back into the land of the living. “Wait!” He goes to chase after you only to nearly melt into the floor at the sight of Superman and Batman watching from the adjacent rooftop.

Clark was all smiles, practically vibrating in excitement. But it was Bruce’s smirk that he Dick wanting to evaporate, he could practically hear the man’s thoughts.

That was an embarrassing watch.

An arm wraps around his waist and Dick screams a little as you suddenly take off, clinging to you desperately as you laugh at him.

He’s going to get you back, he swears.

JASON TODD

You hated Gotham. It was a cesspit of suffering and grime, not to mention the near-constant rainfall. It wasn't enough to be miserable; it had to be miserable and wet.

Yet despite your immense dislike for the city, Kon had a nasty habit of dragging you along every time he visited Tim.

There'd been a time you were a frequent occupant of Wayne Manor, but you'd taken to avoiding it, the once-welcoming home having become too cold in the wake of Jason's death.

You tried to avoid Bruce too, he tried to hide it, but the man couldn't quite prevent his expression neutral whenever he saw you. His brows pinched and eyes glazed as they trail behind you, as if expecting to see Jason chasing after you.

You liked Tim well enough, but he wasn't your Robin and you weren't his super.

The manor was stifling, and you'd decided you'd rather brave the streets of Gotham than stay a second longer in that haunted house.

You float through the streets aimlessly, punching out the occasional thug in a misplaced attempt to expel some of your grief. Your sensitive ears leading you toward various ongoing crimes.

It's how you stumble across him. The Red Hood. You’d heard about him, mostly through Kon who’d heard through Tim, most things less than savoury. A murderer, a savage crime lord, a real pain in the ass.

You watch a little dispassionately as he shatters the kneecap of the unfortunate criminal stupid enough to get within grappling range.

Briefly, you wonder what they'd done to incite such brutality, but all of that quickly falls away as you listen to the thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat. A heartbeat you’d recognise in your sleep, one you’d thought forever gone from the world.

You pay no mind to the guns, or the audience of hoodlums, which you swiftly deal with in record time before your arms are wrapped tightly around the shoulders of one of Gotham’s most notorious crime lords.

He grunts at the impact, no doubt ready to fend off the sudden attacker only to freeze at the sound of your voice. “Jason.” You breathe softly, just for his ears, clutching him as if trying to prevent grains of sand from slipping through your fingers. “Oh, Jason.”

“How did you…” He rasps, arms dropping limply. Not that you had any doubt, but his reaction just further cements your conviction.

As loathe as you are to pull away, you do so, resting a palm over his chest. Your fingers curl over the wing of the red bat as you feel the reassuring pump of his heart against your hand.

He should pull away and put a stop to the unnervingly public display, but Jason's missed you. Since he'd regained enough of his senses to remember who you were, he'd missed you more than anything. And then you speak again, and there was nothing on the planet that could pull him away from your touch.

“Because. I know my Robin’s heart. I know your heart.”

His gloved hand reaches up to clasp over yours as the other removes his helmet, “It’s still yours.” He admits hoarsely, staring at you apprehensively as you take in the details of his aged and scarred face.

"What?" You whisper hesitantly, not daring to let yourself hope he meant what you thought.

“My heart. It still belongs to you. It always has.” You couldn't prevent the tears that slid down your cheeks if you wanted.

Jason thinks you break one of his ribs with how tightly you embrace him. It’s totally worth it.