#all the tim... amen

[zehecatl]

media thread 2025, part May

4th May: Sinners

so originally, i had no real intentions of going to watch Sinners

not because i thought it was a bad movie- i pretty much believed the hype, because if there's that much hype, there's generally something worthwhile going on, but i just- didn't care. i'm too allergic to live action. i simply do not see it

but then someone i follow started posting about it, and i was like. well. perhaps. and god damn am i glad i went to see it, because holy shit, what a movie

like the hype? absolutely deserved. everything just works here, and it works well- i can not think of a single weak point here, not a single second wasted. it's great. like, genuinely- absolutely fantastic movie

and it's a movie that has something to say- i'm not the person to pick that stuff apart, but there's so much in this movie, so many layers, so much to turn over and study. i'm not quite sure how i feel about a sequel, which is already in development, but if it's anything like this first one... yeah, that'll be a must watch

loved all the characters here, too- i think my favourites was by far the twins, the tragedy and codependency of their relationship, the way we get just enough information for it to hit, and hit hard. and then Sammie, of course- Sammie my most beautiful beloved baby boy, who so perfectly fills the role of the heart of the movie. and the women, too! this movie does right by its female characters, and i loved every single one of them

also, Remmick. what a wonderful twist on the vampire villain- just a completely pathetic silly little man, who hides such tasty teeth beneath it. i loved, like loved, his music scene- loved all of them- this movie just has such fantastic scenes, such fantastic moments, it's genuinely one of the best i've ever seen

it's good!

13th May: Conclave

i've been eyeing up Conclave for a little bit, because tumblr sure have a whole Thing with it, and then bam, pope down, and the cinemas was like, oh shit, rerun? and so i watched this in the cinema, and yeah, it's really good

it's one of those movies that's a bit of a work of art- really excellent cinematography, like some absolutely beautiful shots. loved the way it touched on both the traditions of the religion and then the mundanity of real life- that one shot with the cardinals all crowded together, smoking, or the one on his phone... absolute cinema. worth watching solely for those

of course, this is also just a really good movie. very fascinating watching everything unfold, the whole- political thriller of it all. really loved just watching these old men do old religion at each other- it really is just fascinating watching the old history of it all. i do think it's kind of funny how tumblr seems to have, primarily, taken 'old man yaoi' from it, but such is tumblr... i would be lying if i said i didn't see it, but it sure wasn't my first thought

also man, that ending... like, genuinely, this movie is something beautiful. and! it somehow managed to be about politics and not have any slow points! amazing

16th May: The Legend of Ochi

NOW THIS... is a weird fucking movie

i'll be entirely upfront, and say i really liked it- but there's a lot of people who did not, and i'll be upfront about that too- i can see why

it's a weird movie! i've seen some people compare it to 80s fantasy, and while i've never actually seem any of those (unless you count Ronja Røverdatter, which... maybe, probably) i definitely agree with that take- there's something very distinctly old about this movie. it's very much its own thing, a bit all over the place, tone-wise, and it's just- it's really creatively weird? and i loved it?

the creatures- the Ochi- are all puppets, and it's just so cool, watching them in action. and then there's the scenery, which is just- ough. exactly my vibe. loved every single scenery shot, like i could not have enough of those. and i loved how weird everyone was! this movie isn't afraid to be silly, and i burst out laughing more than once, because of this sudden twist to humour

i just! really liked watching this one! it was fun!! and i liked how genuinely full of creativity and love this one was, like it's one of those that feel like an artist made it, and i just had such a blast with it, even if my mom (who i watched it with) was not capable of taking it seriously, at all

18th May: Crow Country

i'm finding myself kind of at a loss for words when it comes to Crow Country, not because it's bad- it's very much not!- but just because i feel like everyone is already aware of what a good game it is?

it perfectly nails its atmosphere and tone, has the most lovely FF7-esque lowpoly graphics, and has a very interesting, and concise, story. i did find the combat a little annoying, at times, but it's not bad- it's exactly what it needs to be, this slow stumbling thing to add to the atmosphere, and i like it, even if it occasionally annoyed me

and, like. what else can i say? it's a good game?? anyone who likes survival horror should play it, and that's that?? end of commentary???

24th May: Fearbonding

i'm kind of torn on Fearbonding, to be honest. i really like the game, enjoyed playing it, but it feels... bare bones

the set up of a demon (who feeds on fear) trying to tame a yandere is fascinating. absolutely obsessed with it. and the games does deliver on this set up- Hinata is a freak, Kosuke is a yandere, we're having a good time. but man, i just wish there was more

it feels like all the bones are there, but then we barely get any actual meat. we skim over a lot of the build up, and while it's still kind of there, there could have been so much more

i do like the game. but man, i just kind of wish it was more fleshed out

[saym0-0]

Hello Persephone Enjoyers

[lazaruspiss]

been really into fear and hunger lately. anyone wanna go into the cursed dungeons w me orrr

[bloodsoakedbuckley]

i would just like to say. with the authority of someone who has a university degree in english literature. i am the understander of narratives and so: buddie canon season 8 for real

[yzur02]

Tim: I admit it was wrong, but I swear that what I did, I did it for love

Bruce: lo- love? Tim, you stabbed a man 7 times. In. The. Balls.

Dick: uh I thought you where gonna blame the horse coffee treats

Tim: that too

Bruce: the what now?

Jason: I don't see what the big deal is: the guy was a fascist

Steph: yeah, one could say that fucking up a fascist is actually an act of love

Tim: see, I did good, while powered by love and terminal amounts of caffeine, just as god intended

Duke: amen

Bruce:...

Bruce:... you are all grounded...

*mildly irritated noises*

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[demonic0angel]

Danny: Wes, buddy

Wes: go way

Jazz: we're just- are you okay?

Wes:....

.......

Wes: Steph broke up with me

everyone: What happened?

Wes: dont know. everything was going fine. we were about to sign a lease and move in together, and then bam, she hit me with a break up

Jazz: ah Wes

Wes: T-T I still love her

Dani: Im calling Tim he'll get to the bottom of this.

*two phone calls later*

Dani: so I got some news from Tim. So you know how Steph father is a criminal?

Wes: yeah he's Cluemater, but why does that matter, Steph is no contact with him.

Dani: well he got in contact with her and threatened to put a hit out on you if she didn't come help

Jazz facepalming: so she's doing the stupid "break up with SO to keep them safe" thing

Dani: yep,

Danny: I sense much groveling from her in the future

Dani: it'll probably happen sooner than later. Steph was at Dicks place when Tim confronted her and Dan overheard the conversation and, well, he's now 'helping'

(Omg how’d you know that I was thinking ab them??

I also adjusted the ask a little bc I lowkey started writing before I finished reading, and I really don’t want to change what I wrote.)

Wes put his head in his hands with a low moan of despair.

Jazz patted his back. Danny hummed, stroking his beardless chin as he then laughed to himself. “Reminds me of Val. She also broke up with me to protect me. Against myself.”

Dani kicked his shin. “Yeah, because she loved you, you asshole!” She turned to Wes and asked, “So what are you going to do now? I can ask Tim to do some more digging, but I’m pretty sure he feels like she’s right…. Probably because they’re all taught by the same crazy person.”

“Batman,” Wes, Jazz, and Danny all said in unison, sounding exasperated. Dani nodded solemnly.

Wes sighed deeply. “This is why I hate heroes.”

“Amen,” Dan smirked.

“Wes! Dan!” Jazz scolded, ever the hero-admirer.

Danny shrugged a little and offered gently, “I mean… I think you should talk to her first. As a hero, the one thing we hate more than our nemeses is our loved ones getting hurt. She was probably going to make a plan to keep you safe and get rid of Cluemaster at the same time while you two were broken up. It’s not like she knew you could defend yourself or that you had us to protect you either. It’s your choice, but honestly… cut her some slack.”

“I was going to, anyways,” Wes grumbled. “She wanted to protect me, and I won’t punish her for that. Even if she thinks I’m some sort of defenseless, stupid civilian.”

“Well….” Dani said and she and Danny shared an amused look before bursting into laughter. Wes rolled his eyes as Jazz gave an amused huff. Dan just crossed his arms and looked at Wes with a bored look.

“If you want, we could take care of Cluemaster,” Dan said. “You should talk to her and then hopefully resolve this.”

Everyone looked at him with vaguely impressed expressions. Jazz was a tad teary as she said, “Oh, Danny, I’m so proud of you! Actually offering something altruistic! Oh, you’re growing up!”

“I’m already grown up!” Dan snarled, bristling with a green tinge to his cheeks. “I’m 8 years older than you!”

“My little brother’s growing up and being nice!” Jazz gushed, pulling him into a hug as he scowled and ground his fangs together.

Danny and Dani burst into laughter again and even Wes couldn’t help but chuckle. He relaxed as the siblings all bantered and had fun, leaving him a moment of quiet amidst the oddly soothing noise to think about what to do.

Stephanie had definitely panicked and tried to handle everything on her own, but even if it pissed him off how she made that decision on her own and left him behind in the dust, he was determined to have her back. As a plan began to formulate in his head, Wes nodded to himself.

No one was going to stand in the way between him and Steph. Especially not another deadbeat dad!

[teeramoonlover]

Knock, Knock

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader x Stu Macher

(NSFW)

This is my first time writing oneshot, let alone smut. English is not my first language so bear with me.

Warning: Reader is a Virgin, Cussing, alot of cursing, knife play, mask kink, bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, deep throat, anal, threesome, and double penetration.

*Bold - Voice modulator, Italic - inner voice

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't recognize this deep voice talking to you.

“Who’s this?” Instead of hanging up, your gut feeling tells you to continue the conversation with this stranger. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.

“You don’t need to know about me. I just want to talk to you.”

“Now why should I do that? Stranger danger. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” You saunter around the kitchen counter and stare at the sets of kitchen knives. You pull out a cleaver and wait for them to reply.

The stranger chuckled, amused with your response.

“Just want to call you so I get to know you better.”

You poked your tongue inside your cheek. You put the knife back in its place, humming to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Stranger. You got my attention and I'm bored as hell. Shoot your million dollar question.” You leaned your back on the counter, hand in pocket while another's still holding the phone.

“Tell me, do you like scary movies?” 

“Uhh, yeah.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Does The Addams Family count? 1991 is the best.” You shrugged, checking your nails. The voice grumbled, annoyed with your movie choice.

“That’s not even a scary movie. And it’s a kid show.”

“Excuse me, that movie is my fave and you don’t get to judge my beloved Morticia Addams just because I watch a ‘kid show’. Besides, that movie is still considered horror okay. Take examples like Tim Burton’s production. Even though most of his movies are suitable for children, he still wants to insert horror elements so they could find comfort and won’t make them feel scared anymore. You should try Nightmare before Christmas or maybe Edward Scissorhand for starters.” you jested.  

“Not my kind of style. Edward is weird as fuck.”

“Oh now you’re crossing the line Mr. Nobody. Fun fact for you, Johnny Deep with or without heavy makeup is hot as fuck. Hell, if there’s any Johnny copycat out there, I’ll ride his dick straight away.” you mused. The audacity of this guy.

The stranger hummed.

Is it creepy that I can see him smiling through the phone?

“You should be careful what you wish for. It might come true.”

“Then, Amen for that. I ain’t regret what I said so if you have a problem with it, you jerked your tiny dick somewhere else.” 

He chuckled darkly.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

"What if I have one? Or maybe a girlfriend? What ya gonna do about it?” You rolled your eyes.

The phone went dead silent until a deep growl came out on the line. His voice changed to menacing.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. You’re not even lesbian.”

“Slow down tiger. I can change my preference wherever I want. Anyway, congratulations! You’re successful become from a total stranger to a fucking creep. Now no more games with me. What do you want?” You huffed, getting annoyed and a little creep out with his manic voice.

“Oh baby, you think this is a game? I’ll play a real game for ya. Knock, Knock.”

You yelped when you heard someone banging on your front door.

Shit. Wrong move.

You pull out a metal bat under the counter like you knew this would gonna happen and check around, especially every closed door inside the house. You already watched too many horror movies with Randy that you even know where the killer always comes out from.

“I ask you want more time. What the hell do you want from me?”

“You wanna know, you have to play the game with me.”

You jumped when you heard another banging. And this time, at your backyard.

“Knock. Knock.”

You gulped and took a glimpse at your back. As you saw nobody's there, you pressed your back on the wall and focused on the front door.

“Who’s there?”

You make sure all the doors and windows are already locked as your father went out training with his buddies. He says he will be coming home late.  

Double. Shit.

“Johnny.” 

You innerly scoffed. Oh he likes this game too much. 

“Johnny where?”

“Clever girl. Guess.”

You rushed to the front door and took a look outside from the window. No one was there. You blurted out the answer.

“The backyard.”

“Wrong.”

You shrieked as the sound of a crash came out from the living room. You ran there to see a big gape hole at your now shattered window. You scanned the whole room. Only one wooden chair and shattered glass all over the floor. 

He couldn’t make it inside that fast. You raised the phone as you heard his voice.

“I give you a second chance. Knock, knock.”

“Oh fuck you with your knock knock shit game! What do you want from me?!”

“I want you…to ride me.”

You inhaled sharply at his answer as you turned around with a bat raised in front of you. 

“You’re messing with the wrong person here.” You spitted. He chuckled mockingly, amazed that you still have a bit of spite even though you know you're about to lose the game.

“You should be asking where I am, (Y/N).” He enunciated your name deeply.

Sweat trickle down your temple as you took a step back one at the time. This stranger knowing your name just shot up your nerve haywire.

“Where the fuck are you shithead.” 

“Behind you.”

You turned around and hit the phone right to the side of his face.

His Ghostface leather mask to be exact. 

He covered his head from the hit with his gloved hand and you took that opportunity to bash his head with your metal bat. He doubles in pain as you hit his back with more force and knocks his feet to the floor. He lay on his back, gripping his back painfully as you stepped on his body.

“Now let’s see who's behind the mask.”

Before you could bend down to grab his mask, the air got knocked out from you as someone rammed from your side. Your head got slam on the floor hard followed by a body that stumbled right above you. 

There’s two of them?!

You tried to pry him off from you but it was no use. You could see from your blurred vision that two masked men were now crowded right in front of you. 

The first guy above your head took both of your hands and held them tight, giving out a painful moan from you, while the other one sat on top of your low waist between his thighs, securing your legs from moving.

You tried to trash your body only to feel a sharp knife under your throat. You looked up to see the second guy shaking his head. 

A warning.

“Looks like you lost the game.” Second ghostface seems satisfied seeing you beneath him. The knife in his hand trailed lower and lower to your neck. You could feel a prick of pain as the knife cut deep at your collarbone.

“Losers need to pay the price.” The first ghostface giggled, bringing out a rope from his black robe and tied your hand above your head.

“Two against one? Really fair, does it?” You gritted your teeth. Even though you’re already at their mercy, your mouth still runs like a goddamn sailor.

“Didn’t know this should be a fair game.” Second ghostface shrugged, still lingering his knife around your neck area. 

“So what? You gonna kill me?” 

“Careful, you shouldn’t challenge a killer with a knife. Now you said it, that does sound tempting.” The killer dragged down his knife to your waist. The cold of his blade sent chills down your spine as it put pressure on your stomach, emphasizing his words.

You gulped as you eyed the two ghostface. The one that sat on top of you seems like a person you don’t want to mess with. The way his voice held authority, meaning if he wants to kill you, he’ll make sure you’re good as dead. Even though he’s wearing a mask, you could feel his hot gaze on your throat to your collarbone that already bleed out from the small cut. His gloved hand reached out, smearing your oozing blood with his thumb. He loves it, you can tell.    

Another one above your head, however he's a different kind of persona. He seems to like goofing around and having fun stabbing his victim. More sadistic, more of an unhinged bastard. If he takes his mask off, you bet he'll be that funny, easy going guy. His head tilted to the side, staring at your body in awe. Like you'll become his biggest meal tonight.

"But since you beat my friend here, I'll give you a chance. If you want to live, you need to do something for me." He hinted at the end of his sentence. The first Ghostface started to laugh hysterically. 

Somehow you know what he meant, knowing what they're gonna do to you.

"What do you mean?" You shuddered.

In a split second, he pulled your body and switched position, making you on top of him. You could feel the bulge between your legs as his hands gripped your waist.

"You know what I meant."

Your whole body shivered in fear and excitement. You don’t know why your body react that way. Fear, yes but also excites you?

You already soaked in your panties, though it was the adrenaline of the chase.

You subtly rubbed yourself on his groin. He sighed in content as you kept rubbing his hard on. 

“That’s it, babe.” His breath ragged as both his hands moved your hips and pressed deeper to his crotch. His hips thrust to your core, making you let out a soft moan. 

You feel someone's hand held the back of your head, turning you to meet the first Ghostface. His gloves were already gone from both hands, as he’s working on to half-done his zipper jeans.

“Open your mouth, kitten." He slipped his thumb, pressing your lips to open. He inserted two fingers in and out as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. They were so long that you gagged as it reached at the back of your throat. When he pulled out his fingers, a string of saliva coated them.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your face was red, embarrassing to admit that you never had sex before.

“We know you’re a virgin.” He whispered. His thumb stroking your lower lip, his mask titled to the side.

“Don't worry about that. We promise to make you feel good, m'okay?" The Ghostface under you sat up, his hand tugged teasingly at your waistband while the other one caressed your cheek. His deep voice is surprisingly tender, luring you in like a moth to his flame.

Without thinking, you nodded at his words.

Beneath those masks, their smirk grew wider, finally getting you hooked with them. 

"Lift your hips for me, baby." 

He tore his gloves from his hands and guided your hips upward. As you stand on your knees, he tugged down your shorts and panties in one go. You gasped at how rough, desperate he wanted to strip you naked. 

He took out his knife and started to rip them in half. You shiver from the cold as your clothes discard aside.

A pair of hands from behind reach out to your breast and fondle them. You whimpered as he pulled and squeezed your nipples. Another hand slipped to your wet cunt, thumb circling your clit.

"Gosh, your pussy is so wet for us. We're just getting started." He mused. Slowly, he inserted two fingers inside you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You shuddered, your back laid on someone's chest, who still continued grasping your breast.

"Look at you, seeking pleasure from two psychotic serial killers. Ain't ya a dirty little slut." The one from behind cackled in manic, enjoying seeing you completely vulnerable for him.

You subconsciously ride your hips with his fingers inside you, reaching your high. Your tied arms pressed in front of his chest as his friend from behind starts to dry hump your ass. You could imagine how big their dicks are, one pressing from the back while the other one underneath your pussy, still finger fuck you.

As if they knew you're about to come, he pulled out his fingers. You let out a small whine, feeling the loss of your pussy to be filled. He dip his finger beneath his mask, groaning in pleasure as he tasted your juices with a mix of blood.

Your hair got clutched from behind and dived you to his tent. When he pulled down his boxer, you were awestruck at how thick and veiny his hard rod is. He tapped his dick on your mouth, precum smeared at your lower lips.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled, seeing you looking at his cock like that got him more turned on. 

You flustered, eyeing the two black holes resemble eyes staring at you, silently to gain his permission. He nodded, pushing his tip further into your lips.

You subtly open your mouth, licking his precum and heard his deep groan in return. This made you sucked and licked his tip and moved your hand up and down his length.

He tilted his head back. Though you couldn't see with his mask on, a sense of pride grew in you, pleased to see him feel that way.

"You're sure this is your first time? Fuck, this feels amazing." He bucked his hips in your mouth.

"Open your mouth wide open, tongue down. I'm a deep throat till you swallow all of my cum." You do as he said. He thrust his dick deep in your throat, making you gagged but you held it in. 

He fucked your mouth relentless, both his hands keeping you in place. Tears pooling down your face as saliva spilling from your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis. You tapped his thigh, coughing up when he pulled out his dick from your swollen lips.

You're too focused on the man in front of you, that your ass was raised in the air and gasped as you felt a tongue licking at your entrance.

"Damn I can eat this pussy all day." He growled from behind, licking and biting your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tongue does wonders to you. 

You gagged as he pounds in and out of your mouth, while from behind a tongue lick deep in your entrance. His nose teasing your clit, earning you a moan vibrating through the dick in your mouth. Both of them release low moans, reaching their high.

You tap his thigh, pull you away from his dick as you feel a knot in your stomach.

"I-I some-something d-down there." You cried out, feel his friend's wet tongue thrust in and out of your cunt. You gasped from sensation, as he's licked your rim hole.

"Then cum all over his mouth, princess. Let him taste every drop." He strokes his dick as you stick your tongue out to his tip. You feel your release as the man behind lapping your juices clean.

"God, she tastes so good. I wanna fuck her wet cunt till she's scream."

The killer in front of you didn't say a word, staring at his friend 

"You can't have her. She beat you up, remember?"

"The fuck that's supposed to mean? We won, she lost."

"Correction, you get beat to a pulp and I'm the one stopping it. So, I get the prize and you just, I don't know. Enjoy the show?"

"I'm already hard and you’re telling me just to watch you all over her? Hell no man!" 

They way they're talking about you like you aren't there bothers you, but at the same time kind of hot.

You could tell his friend was frustrated, agitated while him with you on his lap stroking his tip to your folds. You whimpered as he nudged his face mask closer to your neck. You could feel his wet tongue licking and sucking at the cut he gave you. 

Deep down you know your choice terrifies you but you don't want his friend left behind.

"There's two holes for a reason, ya know." You mumbled low, but somehow both killers caught on to what you said. They both were stunned. Not long after, the one you sit on his lap snickered darkly.

"You're one dirty little virgin. Didn't know you're into that." He gripped your hips closer to his already hard crotch. You blushed at his indication.

Truth is, you stumbled upon a porn magazine from Stu's wardrobe, asking you for his sweatpants as he was in the bathroom. Curiosity kills you when you open the magazine, the page showed a blond woman penetrated by two men, dick in her cunt while another in her ass.

The image haunted you yet deep down you want to know how it feels like, to get banged by two. As you stare at her lustful face, you jump when you hear Billy's voice from outside Stu's room. So, you threw away the magazine and hastily grabbed his shorts. When Billy enters the room, he stares at you intensely. He always does every time you're in his sight. He raised an eyebrow as you gave the shorts, muttered, "Give it to Stu, he wants it." and you made a mad dash out of his room.

You know for the fact that the chances you're getting DP is slim to none. But seeing as of now, your fuzzy brain was like why not.

"You're an angel, you know that? That's why you're perfect for us." The frustrated Ghostface was now like he's in cloud nine when you told him that, hugging you from behind.

"You're meant for us, (Y/N). Remember that." The one with you on his lap was now laying down on the floor, bringing you with him so that your pussy was placed right on his outstretched cock. As his tip penetrated your entrance, you whimpered as the slight discomfort got you. As your tied arms gripped the black cloth of his front, his hand teasing your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

As he is completely inside you, the discomfort was replaced slowly with pleasure, fullness from his thick length. His sighed in relief, loving his dick snug deep in your pussy like a vice.

"Fuck you're so tight, baby." He rasped as he helped adjust his length inside you. When he felt you ready, he slowly thrust in and out of you, making you moan.

"You like that? You like riding this cock?" His slow thrust became erratic as he rammed your throbbing cunt. Your mouth gaped open, couldn't reform words when he hit you at the right spot. 

"Y-yes, right there. Shit! You're so big." You uttered breathlessly, bouncing his dick as he thrust deeper in you. 

As you ride him, you feel another one trying to penetrate your asshole. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, stopping you as he continued to push in, hissing at your shoulder.

"S-shit! My cock gonna cut in half if you keep squeezing me like that." He buried his face on your neck as he roughly thrust you in one go, making you scream.

"M'sorry babe. Can't help it."

You try to glare at his face, or more precisely his mask. You could imagine his stupid grin, staring at you adoringly. 

This is too much. For you, a virgin and never been fuck let alone anal, this is a lot to take in. You could feel their dicks stretched inside every hole of you down there. You try adjusting to this new stimulation. They’re both moving in sync, in and out of you, feeling both of their dicks rubbing your wall one at the time. It makes you see stars as they fasten their phase.

Skin slapping filled the room, with your moan and their groan in a mix.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’mma cum!” You feel his hand gripping your hips as his thrust turns sloppy. Your body started to shake as the one beneath encircled his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest as he slammed you hard on your g-spot. 

You nearly scream from pleasure as orgasm washed over you, followed by the one behind, pumping his seed into your throbbing asshole. Your pussy tightens is all it needs from the one beneath you to paint his cum on your walls. 

He gave his one hard, second thrust at your asshole then pulled out his softened cock. The way he stared at his cum spilling from your ass stirred something inside him.

His fingers subconsciously slipped his overflow cum inside your hole. For some reason, he doesn’t want a single drop of his seed leaking out of you.

You take a deep inhale as your eyes flutter close, trying to calm from your euphoric state. You could hear his heartbeat thumping as your head laid on his chest, with him too catching his breath.

The only thing you remember is feeling a peck on your forehead and a kiss from your nape, with a deep raspy voice you manage to hear before exhaustion overtook your body.

“That’s my good girl.”

After you pass out…

“Man, that’s the best thing happen in my life!” Stu sighed, satisfied as he pulled off his Ghostface mask and slipped in his now soft dick in his pants. He looked over at his friend who was still lying on the ground with their favorite girl on top of him.

“You're lucky I came up with this plan. Knew it our girl had same fantasies like us.” He grinned, smiling like an idiot, while Billy too slowly took off the mask.

“If you didn’t pull out that porn magazine, she wouldn’t even think about it, genius.” He murmured as he stroked your arm. He sighed in relief with his eyes closed, hearing your soft snores calmed him.

Maybe they could pay you another visit, and it will be on nice bed this time.

And sure as hell he'll make sure of that.

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(Tumblr refreshed my page halfway through writing the original I was going to send you, so this one won't be as great lol.)

You're writing is so good! I loved how Damian is practically a reflection of the Reader. It's got me imagining Damian seeing his future through reading a journal/diary left behind.

I'm also just imagining Damien reading how Tim treated his biological older sibling and going, "I knew that cretin was bad news! Is this what Drake is planning on doing to me, too? Vile."

I can especially imagine Damian learning Reader wasn't enrolled into Gotham Academy by Bruce and had gotten in on scholarships. Or that Reader had a fake ID to start working almost as soon as they came to the manor so that they could afford new uniforms and clothes, as well as any school based amenities. As well as personal amenities. Working themselves to the bone. Being disinvited from eating at a table. That they had never been allowed to eat at before, anyways. How the Reader had only seen Bruce maybe two times since coming to the manor.

How they left for Russia at 15/16 and that's where the diary ends. And two/three years later, they still have never come back. Alfred admitting he doesn't know if they're alive or dead.

And that's when Dick comes in, having overheard the last bit only. He had been looking for Damian when he saw and followed Alfred to a little room in the abandoned maid's corridors.

How could Bruce not tell Dick that Reader left? Had moved to Russia for a survivalist summer camp and never come back? It's been- it's been-

The realization hits.

It's been years. Literally years! Since Dick had last seen Reader walking in the halls of the manor.

On the other hand, Damian is planning out how to get to Russia and find his sibling. His real sibling. Who knows what it's like to be judged for having an abusive mother, despite the memories of love. He's scared that the Wayne's will abandon him, too.

He probably even threw it in Dick's face when he comes into the room. "You are just pretending to care. You will give up soon enough. When you realize it is not as easy as telling me to believe in you, you will show me you are not worth believing in. When I do not become your vision of perfect, you will grow tired and angry. Just like you did to my sibling." While clutching onto the stuffed penguin.

And it makes Dick see how small Damian really is. How that cold glare is a shield, hiding how distressed this 10 year old child is. How it was the same look he'd see the Reader have when they walked through the halls. Dick coming to the realization that he'd never even talked to Reader except upon first meeting them.

Damian finding out where Reader is and tracking them down.

And it leads to Reader becoming the favorite sibling of Damian. As well as being ride or die for their baby brother. And even teaches him empathy through assassination.

Like, Reader asking why he was there, only for Damian to tell them how he was in danger with his mother, so was sent to the care of their biological father. Only to be treated like a thing. How they were angry he wasn't immediately like them. How he felt excluded by them. How he's scared of Tim and lashing out at the older boy, because something just seems inherently wrong with the other. And how he just wants family that wants him too.

Which leads to Reader asking what his favorite color is. In confusion, he states that it's green. So Reader pulls out a large green shirt and a green fleece blanket, gives them, and tells him he looks tired and can sleep in the guest room. Asks him if he's allergic to anything or avoids certain foods. Damian says no, cause the Bat Cow incident has yet to happen so he still eats meat. Reader makes Blinchiki with salmon and fruit on the side.

And Reader gives Damian a knife in a leather sheath, hilt first. Tells him to sleep with it under his pillow, with a hand in it at all times. That if he ever hears someone in his space that he doesn't trust or recognize, to pretend to be asleep until they get close. Then strike for their stomach.

Damian feels so loved.

Especially when the Reader sneaks into his room at night a week later and he gets to try it on them. The Reader leaps back in time. They pause for a moment. Which causes Damian to fear that this wasn't the same type of training his mother gave. Only for Reader to start laughing and tell him good job.

I can imagine that Damian breathes out a sigh of sadness, telling his sibling he has to go back to the Wayne's to check in, because otherwise his mother may try to find him. And he heard that his brother had gotten away from her before Damian was given to his father.

Reader, who had been asked to go to Gotham and scout out a trafficking ring the developed between the dark city and Russia, agrees.

Cue Reader and Damian not only busting the trafficking ring, but also saving Bat Cow and getting her as a pet. They're a little confused as to where to put her though. So they just have a cow in their safe house. Take it out on walks like a dog. Feed her with a mix of store bought veggies.

Damian already knows he's going to take her to the Manor. There's plenty of space. That's what he ends up doing the next day.

The expressions on the Bat Family's faces when he's brought a cow home after nearly two months of not knowing exactly where he was would be hilarious. The fact that he's so gentle and sweet towards the cow, and somehow more calm around them if a bit standoffish, floors them.

"Reader said that I need to learn to value life from an empathetic route. Bat Cow is now family to me. She's my responsibility. And I'll care for her as such."

Damian being vegetarian is also a big change. But seeing Damian actually 'behave', becoming quite and disappearing into the background, backing out of being Robin? All of it is a shock.

(Damian's not going to stop being a vigilante, of course. He finally has a cause of his own. But he's refusing the legacy of a man who clearly doesn't want him. And following in Jason and Reader's footsteps.)

Right before Reader is about to leave, a Wayne gala gets held hostage by the Joker. Who's specifically threatening Damian as the new Wayne. Who promptly gets a sniper bullet put through his skull. Damian damn well knows who it was. Feels very happy he has a sibling who was willing to get in trouble to save him, unlike the supposed siblings that stood to the side and watched.

I can also imagine Damian introducing Reader and Jason. The two realize who the other is. Jason saying how it was nice to finally meet the Reader, considering they never wanted to before he died. And Reader snipping back that they distinctly remember begging Alfred to meet their supposed brothers. Both deadpan for a moment. Only to realize, "Oh shit. We weren't allowed to meet each other cause the adults were assholes." Jason was being accused of a murder he didn't commit and Reader was considered outside the family and was never told anything about the Bats.

Just imagine. Damian, Jason, and Reader all becoming super close as family.

While the ones at the manor are all becoming Yandere. Trying to figure out where Reader is. Hunting down as much of a paper trail as they can. Slowly uncovering everything that happened to Reader. From the moment they were in the manor to the moment they left. Reader becoming this sad child never given a chance. Who became a god damn assassin with a fuck to of kills. Bruce especially feeling horrible, cause in his mind his child has to become a killer to even get his attention. Tim feeling awful, cause he realized that the Reader had none of what he thought they did. Dick realizing he failed another sibling.

Duke gets invited into the family and Damian decided, this one's cool. And invites him to the monthly family dinners with Jason and Reader. And Duke hears Bruce worrying about Reader. So he tells the man that he'll ask Reader if they want to come to the manor to play video games. And it just makes the yandere family just mentally need to reboot.

Hiya ty for the juicy ask and apologies if this is late tumbkr hasn't been sending me any notifs !!

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Yess !! Reader is a mirror of Damian- a mirror version of him that's a bit more unstable and unhinged - that's probably why he was so drawn to her because they have alot of similarities !

And yes Damian will go all yandere (platonically) over her because he feels safe , comforted ? When he's in her room or much less her general space - and to top it off she too is an assassin like himself and she too also doesn't get along with the family so ofc he's determined to be in contact with her !

It would be very hard to her in contact with her through because not only is she considered a cold case , it's been years since she's been at the manor and with her special job she isn't someone you can easily find .

In this particular au mc hasn't met Jason as her adoption to the Wayne family occurred right after his death along with Tim's adoption and during this time Dick would be busy running the titans and being nightwing so he personally hasn't met her.

Especially since she wasn't a Robin or anything. Tim and Mc relationship is rocky - extremely rocky - and to a point Mc's relationship with Bruce and Alfred is very rocky as well.

To her they were temporary roommates - she already had a mom and a dad who loved her itlnitially so she saw no use for seeking that in either of them and Tim was honestly a weirdo to her .

Though upon Damian finding about her and obviously cross questioning Alfred about Mc , damain would probably cross question him too thinking he'd know her only to be disappointed when Dick has no clue about Mc . Que the curiosity when he begins to find out more about you and is actually pretty mad at Bruce & Alfrdd because neither mentioned you to him and also allows a 15 year old child to be missing.

Like he's realky pissed off because lord knows what could happened to you ?. Also yes Damian is extremely hostile to Tim when he finds out about how vile he was to you . Bro actually tries to strangle him for it .

Though once Damian does mett Mc - they start off rocky - mainly because Mc has no experience with any siblings or anything familiar since her mentor & he's also Bruce's son and she wants nothing to do with him at first.

Obviously the more time Dmaian spends with her she gradually sees herself in him and takes him under her wing like a big sister . I'd picture her taking him fishing or something to instil patience in him or like teaching him to ride a bike .

But yes as Damian spends more time with Mc is the more he learns that he isn't alone in this and that it's okay to be broken and gradually becomes calmer . Obviously much to his dismay he has to return back home and when he does the batfam are suprised by the change lol.

I picture him talking about Mc to Jason because Mc gave him a vintage gun from her personal collection for protection and when Damain was showing it off Jason was curious about it .

So safe to say Jason is blown shocked when he finds out he has a badass sibling who has no regard to human life , straight up badass assassin who literally fishes and bakes in her free time. So ofc Jason is excited to meet mc like hello please be his older sister too god knows he needs the advice you have Damian .

Cass and Steph 100% thinks your badass and wants to meet you too and is low key mad at Damain for gatekeepgatekeeping you from them .

Duke thinks your pretty chill but abit scary at the same time but hey you sound cool and maybe you can give him pointers on how to fight better .

Alfred , Bruce and Tim are feeling guilty because they feel partial to blame for Mc's trauma and neglect - especially Bruce and Tim because they feel responsible for the way you turned out . Bruce is literally scrambling to find out about you lol.

As despite not being blood related by any means Damian considers MC his blood sibling & his favorite sibling :))

Literally have them saved as " blood sis " on his phone.

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Clark: I had a good night Bruce.

Bruce: I did too.

Clark: I’ll see you tomorrow then?

Bruce: Yes. I will see you tomorrow.

Clark: … Goodnight Bruce.

Bruce: Goodnight… Clark.

Bruce: [sighs] wait.

Bruce: I’m not a man who expresses his emotions easily but… Clark. I love you.

Clark: Bruce-

-

Batkids, in a bush nearby

Cass, peaking out with the only pair of binoculars.

Steph: You gotta tell me what’s going on. Come on Cass.

Dick, also looking out: Shut up he’s saying something.

Steph: Cass please.

Tim: You all realise Clark can hear us right now…

Damian: Please. The alien has always been incompetent and with Father providing an acceptable distraction I doubt he even noticed the poison I snuck into his wine.

Dick: Damian. You did what-

Jason: Good job baby bird. Getting a little practice in before the kryptonite?

Dick: Don’t encourage him-

Steph: Cass come oonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-

Duke: This is insane. You guys all know this is insane right? Why did I agree to this-

Jason: I have no idea why you think I’m supposed to be a good role model. I’m a drug lord.

Dick: Well right now you’re not. You’re fuckin Jason Todd.

Jason: I’m fuckin legally dead dickbird-

Tim, elbowing Damian: Use this wisely.

Damian, taking the lead lined box: This does not mean I will consider you my equal.

Tim: Ha. You’re nowhere near my equal.

Damian: How dare-

Tim: You’re more like my grandson with how Ra keeps wanting me to have his babies.

Dick: Hold up-

Damian: DRAKE-

Steph: Okay Cass it’s been like twenty minutes. Pleeeeaaaase tell me what’s going on.

Duke: -I could be takin’ a nap right now. Havin’ a bubble bath. I’m not a bath kinda guy but I could be. Ya know?

Jason: Amen to that.

Dick: Can we rewind to Tim being courted by Ra Al Ghul.

Cass: We have been spotted.

[Everyone shuts up]

Cass: Both are on route.

Dick: Manoeuvre 3C. Run for your fucking lives.

[Mad dashing]

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I could see BatCatbro! Being a bit of kleptomaniac, like he can’t help it; he takes things from the Batfamily until they notices and he’s like the best actor so he doesn’t confess he has them until Alfred while cleaning his closet in the manor a box with trinkets and stuff he took from them

Sure, the look on everyone's faces would be priceless. And this gif make me laugh at how (Y/N) would steal. Also, I feel like my spirit animal is a racoon. Also, maybe a little bit short, but college and assignments... I have a topic of Great Schism that I need to present in a few days...

Summary: (Y/N) inherits some kleptomaniac traits from his mother. Alfred finds out.

Warnings: cursing, (Y/N) stealing, all planned out...

(Y/N) Kyle was another of Bruce's biological children, half brother to Damian. His mother? Selina Kyle, the infamous Catwoman and the woman that Bruce has on and off romance with. Is anyone really shocked that a child was the thing that came out that relationship? No. Bruce decided to adopt him a better future. Maybe even send him to college.

(Y/N) was fine living in the manor, it was comfortable, the only problem was the distance from the city, but that's why they had Alfred to help out. And older boys who had licenses, so that was somewhat manageable. The manor had a lot of amenities and it was better than his mother's apartment in that manner.

But there was something that (Y/N) couldn't resist doing. It was just something from his mother. He may or may not be a kleptomaniac. What can he say, he just loves to take things. Not money and nothing really expensive.

Or anything sentimental.

Just things that (Y/N) knew wouldn't raise alarms right away. His mother taught him that. Just something that wouldn't raise any alarms right away. That means sentimental things because if he even touched one of those from his brothers, the manor would be flipped over upside down for them.

And not to mention the most obvious hidden place for any teenage boy to hide their shit.

Their closet.

Men just shove everything in the closet. It's a normal thought process that men have. Shove everything in the closet and just... Forget about it until becomes a problem.

Isn't that how it usually goes?

Shove it and forget until it exists until it becomes a problem.

Isn't that just life in general?

Alfred walked to (Y/N)'s room, closing the door behind him. He glanced around, trying to figure out how much mess there is and how long would it take to clean it up. While (Y/N) wasn't a messy person, he wasn't tidy either. There was some clothes thrown around the room and Alfred didn't mind it. It was not much work, but the closet was a whole another ball game.

Alfred got to work with the clothes before moving to closet.

Of course, a lot of things were shoved in there and Alfred wasn't shocked. Men do have that habit of just shoving everything in their closets. Alfred slowly started with folding the clothes, rolling up the socks...

Alfred raised a brow as he looked at a hidden box. It was a normal looking box, but something piqued Alfred's interest. Something called him to the box, a gut instinct it seems. He knelt down and took the box and opened it.

His eyes widened as he noticed all of the little things the other boys complained or mentioned that went missing. It was a blade from Damian, but not important enough so he would notice right away. Alfred remembered that this particular blade wasn't in Damian's most important arsenal, but still.

Damian was serious about his knives.

Then it was Jason's gun, thankfully, the mag was out and there were no bullets. And there was not that one bullet in the chamber. Again, Jason owned many guns, but this pistol, just like Damian's blade, wasn't primary...

There were some of Dick's and Tim's things as well...

Not important enough to cause suspicion right away...

Alfred connected the dots right away.

(Y/N) is a kleptomaniac.

Oh shit.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered as he took his gun back, not loading it.

Alfred smacked the back of his head for cursing, making Jason let out an ow as he rubbed the back of his head.

" Language, " Alfred simply said as he watched others get their trinkets back.

" This was a smart strategy. Take something you know they wouldn't really know went missing, since it's not sentimental, " Damian said from his spot at the table, making everyone nod.

" Yeah... I don't want to insult Catwoman, but it's clearly that he inherited it from from Selina, " Dick said and Tim chuckled.

" Clearly Dick. But you have to give it to our brother, he was smart about it. Almost looks like something Damian would have done, " Tim said, glancing over at his brother Damian, who scoffed.

" Does B knows about this? " Jason asked Alfred, who shook his head.

" No, he's on a mission with the League. We won't bother him with it now. But we need confront (Y/N) about this," Alfred stated and everyone nodded.

Yeah, they needed to talk to (Y/N) about this.

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Nothing Has Changed - 17

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Dark, Mystery, Betrayal.

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Knowing Ransom was heading straight into your personal hell made your stomach twist with unease. Something felt wrong—deeply, irreversibly wrong. And you didn’t want any part of it.

After the consultations with Tim, you rushed back to see your father, your mind racing.

Steve immediately noticed your tense expression when you returned. His brows furrowed. “Bad news?”

You exhaled sharply. “I have two jobs for you.” Your voice was firm, brooking no argument. “First, I need you to stay with my dad while I’m gone. And second, a lawyer will be coming to meet you both.”

Steve’s expression flickered with suspicion. “Wait. A lawyer?” He straightened in his chair. “No. I’ll go with you.”

“No.”

“Please.” His voice was almost desperate. “After everything you’ve done for me, at least let me do something to help you.”

“If you want to help me, then do this.” Your eyes locked onto his. “Stay here.”

Steve looked like he wanted to argue, but you continued, your voice low and sharp. “Two doctors. Two. Misdiagnosed both of you. If I hadn’t caught it in time, we’d be burying my father this year.” Your jaw clenched. “I will drag Tony to the deepest circle of hell for what he did. He treated my father like a disposable test subject, throwing whatever drugs he wanted at him.”

A sickening thought hit you—if you had been too late, would you be attending Tom’s funeral instead?

You turned back to Steve, voice cold. “And as for your doctor? He’s lucky we caught it early. If we hadn’t, I would’ve made sure no hospital on this earth would take him.”

Steve swallowed hard. He had never heard you talk like that before. A chill ran down his spine.

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You both entered Tom’s room. He lay on the hospital bed, his face no longer as pale as before. There was a visible difference now that he had stopped taking Tony’s damn medicine. He looked calmer. Healthier.

Seeing him like this made it easier to leave. At least here, he was safe.

You stepped closer to his bedside. “Dad, I’ll be gone for a little while.”

Tom’s tired eyes met yours. “Where are you going?”

“I need to go back home for a bit—to get your things.” You kept your tone light, masking the true reason for your trip. “You’ll be having surgery soon, and Allan said the recovery will take a while.”

For the first time in years, you realized you were saying goodbye like you actually wanted permission to leave.

Tom studied you for a long moment, then nodded. “Let me pray for you.”

“Pray?”

You hesitated.

As a mortician, your father had spent years witnessing grief, loss, and regret. Every day, he worked with the dead—people who could no longer ask for second chances. And before every funeral, he always whispered a quiet prayer for the departed, hoping their souls would find peace. He prayed for the families they left behind, too.

And, though he had never told you, he prayed for you. Every single day.

His biggest regret was never saying goodbye properly before you left all those years ago. Now, with his weakened body, this was all he could do for you.

Tom lifted his hands, looking between you and Steve, waiting.

You could refuse. Or you could take his hands.

You stepped forward, slipping your fingers into his. Steve did the same.

Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

“God,” Tom began, his voice thick with emotion. “I am grateful for the time I have now, for the second chance to be with my daughter. For the truth that has been revealed.”

His grip on your hands tightened slightly.

“Bless her with strength and wisdom if she ever faces hardship.”

Your throat tightened.

“And help this young man recover. Amen”

Steve inhaled sharply. His lips parted slightly, but he said nothing.

Your chest burned. You almost cried right then and there.

“What hardship?” you scoffed, clearing your throat, trying to compose yourself. “I’m just grabbing your stuff. I’ll be back.”

Tom opened his eyes, watching you carefully.

“I know.”

As you stepped out of your father’s hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic clung to your senses, mixing with the tension coiling in your chest. Steve followed, his footsteps quiet but steady beside you. The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit, eerily silent except for the occasional murmur of nurses in the distance. You glanced at him, your voice low but firm.

"There will be two lawyers coming to meet you."

From your pocket, you pulled out two sleek business cards, their embossed letters gleaming under the fluorescent light. You handed them to Steve. He took them with a furrowed brow, flipping them between his fingers. He had no idea who they were—yet. But soon, he would learn.

Harlan’s advice echoed in your mind: Make connections. Befriend everyone. You never knew what life would throw at you. Back when you were just a junior analyst, Harlan had dragged you and Ransom to every business seminar, every high-profile networking event. At first, you didn’t understand why. But then, you saw it—those rooms weren’t filled with people. They were filled with predators. Deals were silent battles, conversations were well-crafted traps, and everyone was there to hunt for their next big opportunity.

You had no family legacy, no name that carried weight. But you had something better—you worked in finance. You knew where the money flowed. And with Harlan’s bank behind you, you had leverage.

Still, blending in hadn’t been easy. The CEOs, the vice presidents—they wouldn’t even look at a junior like you. Ransom, of course, fit right in. He had the name, the presence, the confidence of someone born into privilege. But you? You had to adapt.

So you did.

Instead of chasing after the top dogs, you turned to the ones no one paid attention to—the young lawyers, accountants, auditors. You collected business cards like weapons, knowing that, one day, they would prove useful. Business was just another game of survival, after all.

And now, standing in this dim hospital corridor, those connections were finally paying off.

"I’m going to sue the hell out of the doctors who misdiagnosed my father and you."

Steve blinked, taken aback by the fury in your tone. You could feel your pulse hammering against your skin, the sheer injustice of it all threatening to consume you. If you hadn’t caught it in time, if your father had kept taking those damn pills… You swallowed hard. You wouldn’t think about that.

"But I need you to keep pretending to be sick," you continued.

Steve's brows knitted together in confusion. "Why? I can start making new art next month."

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Do it if you want, but keep it quiet. And whatever you do—don’t tell the gallery owner about your condition."

His expression darkened. "Why are you making this so secretive?"

Because you weren’t sure yet. Because there was something off about all of this—the timing, the misdiagnoses, the way the pieces were falling into place just a little too neatly. A cold shiver crawled up your spine.

"If I get proof, I’ll tell you," you admitted. "But for now, I need you to trust me."

Steve studied you for a long moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then, he sighed, slipping the business cards into his pocket.

"Promise me you’ll come back."

You hesitated. Lying to him felt wrong, but you couldn’t make a promise you weren’t sure you could keep.

"I’ll try," you said softly.

It wasn’t a promise. But it was the truth.

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Sliding into the sleek interior of your sports car, you gripped the wheel, the leather cool against your palms. With a sharp turn, you accelerated onto the open road, the city skyline shrinking in your rearview mirror. The tires cut through the damp asphalt, the rhythmic sound of the engine steadying the unease coiling in your gut.

As the miles stretched ahead, the landscape darkened. The air grew heavier, the bright city glow fading into an eerie emptiness. The further you drove, the more suffocating it felt. That damn small town was waiting for you.

By morning, you were back.

The sun cast long shadows over the town as you stepped into the hotel lobby, the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee thick in the air. You spotted them immediately—Ransom, dressed in his usual effortless elegance, and several employees from the bank, their crisp suits making them stand out in the rustic setting.

And there was Bucky.

He stood in the middle of it all, giving the bank representatives a tour of the property, his voice smooth and commanding. He fit here too well—too at ease, too comfortable.

Then, his gaze landed on you.

His face lit up, and before you could react, he was beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a casual side hug.

You shivered.

It wasn’t from the cold. It wasn’t from surprise. It was something else—something instinctive. You wanted to pull away, to put distance between you and him, but you forced yourself to stay still. Show nothing.

"How’s your dad?" His voice was warm, almost too warm.

You swallowed down your discomfort. "He’s getting surgery."

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, feigning shock. "I’ll visit him soon."

"You should visit Steve too," you said, testing him.

"Steve?" His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. "What happened to him?"

"He got into an accident. Hurt his hand."

Bucky let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, boy. He should’ve listened to me. I told him he wouldn’t fit in the big city."

Your fingers curled into a fist behind your back.

Not a single trace of sympathy. Just that smug, knowing tone like he had been right all along.

You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to exhale slowly. "Why did you choose to work with this bank?" You kept your voice even, neutral.

Bucky met your gaze, and for a second, something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then, he smirked. "Simple," he said smoothly. "Because it’s linked to you."

The way he said it—like there was something deeper beneath the surface—made your stomach tighten.

Silence stretched between you.

You needed to get out of this conversation.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Ransom looking in your direction. He had already noticed you, his expression unreadable but sharp. Without hesitation, you stepped away from Bucky, breaking the tension as you walked toward Ransom.

Bucky didn’t stop you.

As you reached Ransom, he gave you a slow, knowing smirk. "Didn’t think I’d see you back here so soon."

"Neither did I," you muttered.

Now, it was just the two of you walking together. And for the first time since you arrived, you could finally breathe.

Ransom walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, his usual air of arrogance softened by curiosity. “Do you think it’s worth investing here?” he asked.

You didn’t hesitate. “My advice? Don’t even waste your breath.”

His brows lifted in amusement. “Woah.” He let out a low chuckle. “I knew you hated your hometown, but this place actually has potential. There’s a lot of undeveloped land. And near the hospital, they’re planning to build a retirement home. Give it a few years—this town could be the getaway spot for people escaping city life.”

He was joking, clearly expecting you to roll your eyes or throw a sarcastic jab back at him. But when he noticed how still you had gone, how you weren’t meeting his gaze like usual, the humor drained from his face.

“Ransom.”

His expression turned serious. “Yeah?”

You exhaled slowly, keeping your voice low. “Don’t trust James Barnes.”

Ransom frowned, but before he could question you, you stole a quick glance over your shoulder.

Just as you suspected.

Bucky was still standing where you had left him, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks, his expression unreadable. But he wasn’t talking to anyone. He wasn’t moving.

He was watching you.

Your stomach twisted. There was something about the way he lingered, something unsettling in his quiet observation. It wasn’t just idle curiosity. It was like he was studying you, waiting.

A slow smirk ghosted over his lips when he caught you looking.

You turned back to Ransom, your voice firmer now. “I mean it.”

Ransom’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between you and Bucky in the distance.

Something was off.

And you weren’t going to ignore it.

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@freshlemontea

@eat-limes-bitches

@kandis-mom

@scott-loki-barnes

@winters1917

@differenttyphoonwerewolf

@arunabraganza

@ordelixx

@esposadomd

@sapphirebarnes

@cjand10

@bellabarnes1378

@thetravelingtyper

@buckitostan

@mostlymarvelgirl

@5upersoldiers1xt

@jjanereid

@cakesandtom

@queen2234

@learisa

@springsheep

@mrsstuckyboo

@read-just-cant

@loki-laufeyson68

@anixerz

@ghalouha

@jeremyrennermakesmesmile

@emerald-writes

@mcira

@barnesxstan

@bxtchboy69

@lokislady82

@mrsnikstan

@calwitch

@thedonswife13

@calwitch

@otterlycanadian

@bonkybarnes106

@tinkrogers

@chimchoom

@winchestert101

@raajali3

[wannab-urs]

The Dom That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2025 - Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated in this challenge! And big thanks to @pedgito Ali for the graphic and helping me run this event!

Without further ado, here are the fics!

Cuffed to the Grind - tim rockford x f!reader - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Summary: You're working late 'cause you're a detective. Oh Tim looks so good handcuffed to a chair. Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, riding, handcuffs, domming the detective, vag badge, commingled cum, fucking your boss, panty gag, holding on to holsters, whiskey, cop stuff

Serpentine - javier peña x f!reader - @pedgito

Summary: Authority looks good on him, but you think he'd look ever better on his knees. Warnings: sub!javier, dom!reader (but lbr, they’re both switch) obviously. reader has vague backstory (related to work), enemies to fwb, they fuck a lot oops, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), restraints, brat!javi as god intended, choking, coming untouched, edging for the greater good, amen.

Bedroom hymns - din djarin x f!reader - @saradika

Summary: You’d liked this, when you first got together. His desire. How much he wanted to consume you. To take - the weight of his armor pressing into your back, as he drove you into the thin mattress of his bunk. But this is what you like more. The leash he offers so willingly to you. Eager to obey, even as the collar tightens. Following at your heels. After all, his duty is to his people. But it’s you that he serves. Warnings: mand’alor!din, sub!din, soft dom!wife!reader, breeding kink, beskar cock cage, reference to needles & birth control, enthusiastic oral sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, references to pregnancy

Letting Go - dave york x f!reader - @auteurdelabre

Summary: Dave meets his match in more ways than one Warnings: subbish!Dave, scenes of violence (guns, blood), descriptions of alcohol, Dave fights the sub life, edging, oral (f receiving), Dom/sub dynamics.

Hotline to Heaven - joel miller x f!reader - @chaotic-mystery

Summary: An inquisitive man gets more than what he's used to when he pushes the wrong number on a phone sex hotline Warnings: dom!reader, sub!joel, pre outbreak, empty house means he's up to no good, porn connoisseur, phone sex, dirty talk ( i mean duh) mutual masturbation, swearing, orgasm denial, safeword mentioned but not used, talking him through it this time, a little aftercare, slight mention of one of my favorite movies bc I know Joel would've liked it too.

Good Pup, Bad Pup - pero tovar x gn!reader x trans!javi g - @crowandmousewritingco (mouse)

Summary: You give your subs exactly what they deserve. Warnings: Pup play, spankings, praise AND degradation, strap ons, dildos, Javi's genitalia is referred to as a T dick, pet names, and other debauchery.

Never Have I Ever - dieter bravo x f!reader - @wannab-urs

Summary: You and Dieter play never have I ever and it gets spicy. Warnings: sub!dieter, dom!reader, alcohol consumption (not during the smut), pet names, SMUT, discussion of safe words (not used), referring to your dildo as your cock, aftercare.

love's a weed: fish on friday - frankie morales x OFC!Ruby - @tinytinymenace

Summary: Ruby, an avowed atheist, decides to explore this fish on Fridays business. Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics (consensual!), restraints (consensual!), edging (consensual!), exhibitionism, masturbation, shitty ex-partners, sub drop, mentions of Catholicism

Chaos Angel - dieter bravo x f!reader - @always-andromeda

Summary: It's Emmy night. And your infamous ex-boyfriend is stirring up all kinds of trouble for you. Warnings: smut (minors, do not interact), minimally edited lol, a tiny bit of angst, no reader description given aside from reader wearing makeup and being able-bodied, one minor suicide joke, toxic relationships, shaky descriptions of the goings on of award shows (sorry, I do not keep up with them well enough to know everything <3), mentions of addiction, infidelity (reader is in a PR relationship, shoutout to Roman Roy lmao), oral, heavy mommy kink lol, pegging, some fluffy aftercare, reader is a fucking mess, dieter is a fucking mess, it's all chaos, nothing else I can think of but feel free to let me know if anything else should be added!!

Want You to Beg For Me - frankie morales x trans masc!reader - @miindjack

Summary: reader wants to take their new dick for a test drive, frankie happily volunteers. Warnings: dom!reader, sub!frankie, oral (r!receiving), begging, edging, one (1) singular gentle face slap (more like a face tap, honestly), hair pulling (frankie receiving), no honorifics used for reader

She Comes First (Part 1) - frankie morales x f!reader - @just-here-for-the-moment

Summary: none Warnings: Femdom; Frankie is brand new to SSC (safe/sane/consensual) BDSM; characters drink alcohol; curse words and vulgar language (all the good stuff you expect from one of my smutfics); eventual smut; lots and lots and lots of talking about BDSM limits (but I tried to make it hot). 

Yes Ma'am - dave york x f!reader - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Summary: life goes sideways and Dave is close to snapping. he needs professional help. aka let himself be dominated and be at the receiving end for once. good thing he has your number. Warnings: sub-ish!Dave (how sub can a born dom be?), dominatrix!reader, no use of y/n, reader is able-bodied, Dave is a good husband and father™️, Molly throwing up, slight humiliation (the boy being called dummy <3), slight ball torture, (guided) masturbation (m), finger sucking, petnames (ma'am, good boy, love), cum eating, slight shoe worship, dick+pussy pronouns, reader wears lipstick, nail polish and stilettos, squint and you miss unprotected PinV

Leather and Lace - javier peña x f!reader - @probablyreadinsmut

Summary: Javier Peña is back in Loredo after retiring from the DEA. He's horny and looking for something new. That's when he finds you. Warnings: Reader is a dommy mommy, that's obvious. Reader has a 'stage name' but it's only mentioned twice, rest of the time you're referred to as ma'am, mistress or queen. Degradation, Praise, use of a cane, use of a sex toy, name calling e.g 'Cock-sucker' 'Pig/Piggy' (referring to his law enforcement career), discussions of safe words, no descriptions of reader other than you wear a leather bodysuit and heels, have lipstick on and long nails. Begging, submissive Javi, Javier gives head to a dildo 👀, clitoral stimulation, teasing, use of handcuffs, dirty talk, obedience, edging, saliva play, orgasm denial, Unprotected P in V (IF YOU DON'T WRAP THAT THANG IRL ISTG I AIN'T BEING HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR BASTARDS), Creampie, Face sitting, cum eating, Sexy threats. Squirting (if you squint) And a partridge in a pair tree.

Prisoner (part 1) - din djarin x f!reader - @almostempty

Summary: this time our fav bounty hunter is the bounty and you're on a mission to capture him and claim your reward Warnings: my interpretation of pre-canon younger din djarin aka as they said in the 1991 action/thriller classic Point Break he's "young, dumb, and full of cum" aka moody reckless and virile din, some canon typical violence, one (1) tranquilizer injected by needle, dirty talkin' din, bulge riding, opposite of a virgin kink if u squint? mayhaps a filthy whore kink?  (dubcon to come in part two bc of course i would, sub!din djarin will also be coming in part two)

hold me like water - marcus moreno x f!reader - @burntheedges

Summary: Marcus is a ball of nerves, just waiting for you to come home. Warnings: dom!reader, sub!Marcus, established relationship, established dom/sub dynamics, bathing together, acts of service?, subspace, a very intense handjob, restraining (with your body), (1) bite, referenced orgasm control, pet/dynamic names (from reader: baby, baby, my man; from Marcus: love), I named Miracle Guy Rob just for fun

Rope and Ride - jack daniels x f!reader - @magpiepills

Summary: Jack gets more than he bargained for when he gets too comfortable doing surveillance. Warnings: SMUT Dub/non-con, NOT SSC/RACK compliant! Oral (f receiving), restraints, denied orgasms, stalking, breaking and entering, unprotected PIV, creampie, smoking, implied plot, but no substantial story

[nqueso-lies]

I think many BuckTommys let BoBs get into their heads and it's just making them worry needlesly.

We need to trust our instincts more and remember that WE WERE RIGHT after the initial breakup when we said that it came out of nowhere, that it didn't make sense after Masks (which Tim later confirmed it was designed to make the breakup hurt more) and that the baking and the bubbling on subsequent episodes meant their story wasn't over. Lo and behold: We were right! Tommy came back, we got BT hookup scene that was hotter and more explicit than all of Buck's previous hookup scenes, and Tommy is part of a major emergency and will be there for Buck during a major event in his life (iykyk).

Could Tim still pull the rug from under us and give us all these hints at a reconciliation only to close BT for good? Sure, but that surely would be cruel and despite my issues with Tim's writing, I don't believe him to be cruel. Not to mention it would be him pulling the same trick twice in the same season, which would be lazy as fuck.

BoBs are the definition of that meme with the guy celebrating getting a medal like he won the biggest prize, only to be revealed he was actually third place on the podium. We need to pay less attention to what they're yapping about and focus on what's actually happening on screen.

Amen.

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-one of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He really needs to not get used to this. 

Kon . . . exhales, slowly, and glances up at Tim. Tim’s just sipping his latte, watching Bernard put the caramel-sticky hot chocolate mug on the breakfast tray and stack up all the dirty dishes together. Like–make room, maybe, or just organize ‘em better to wash later, Kon guesses. He feels like maybe he should be doing that, or at least helping out with it or something, but . . . well, this is where Tim told him to be, so he’s not. 

Like–maybe he should be, just . . . 

Tim strokes his hair back off his forehead, and Kon really can’t do anything but stay right where he is. Tim’ll tell him if he needs to be anywhere else. Like–obviously Tim’ll tell him if he needs to be anywhere else. That’s what Tim always does. 

And like–he knows Tim will. 

Kon . . . relaxes, kinda, and breathes out slow again. Stays where Tim put him, and doesn’t do anything else. Tim didn’t ask him to do anything else, so–yeah. He just stays where Tim put him, and Tim draws his fingers through his hair again while he smiles up at Bernard, and Bernard leans down to kiss him again, and Kon can–feel it, again. Feel them kiss each other, he means. Obviously. It feels nice, but he knows it’s not a thing they’re actually, like . . . trying to make him feel. 

It’s still hard not to like how it feels, though. 

Tim curls his fingers through his hair and his nails in behind his ear, absent and reflexive and without turning away from kissing Bernard, and Kon closes his eyes and just–melts, really. Melts, and just . . . stays melted, he guesses. Bernard gets into the bed with them, tucking himself in against Tim’s side with a content little hum and pressing a kiss against his jaw as he reaches across his stomach to give Kon a quick, affectionate little scritching himself, and Kon is pretty much just, like, goop now. Melty, melty goop. Or–melty, melty caramel, maybe. He feels kinda like how being caramel might feel, he thinks a little bit dreamily, and likes the thought. Bernard made him caramel, so like . . . yeah. It’s a nice thought, right now. 

“All good, babe?” Bernard asks. 

“Mm,” Tim says. “I’m fine. Just being careful, that’s all.” 

“Yeah, fair,” Bernard agrees, giving Kon’s head a last scritch before dropping his hand to drape his arm loosely around Tim’s waist instead. “Gonna give me the mercy of a little cuddle-time, then?” 

“You don’t mind?” Tim asks with a faint little frown, and Bernard snorts. 

“I don’t need personal space after every scene, babe, I just don’t like getting touched much after I sub. So you being of a mind to be amenable to cuddling is like, the opposite of a problem when somebody else did the subbing,” he says, obviously amused. “Actually I’m gonna consider this a win, really? Like this is actually a very useful sex-life hack: borrow somebody else to sub, play lovely assistant to your Dom while getting a bit more personal flexibility in said play, maybe do a little pet-sitting or whatever somewhere in there, and then collect free cuddles after. Though honestly we maybe kinda fucked that idea already because I do not know who could actually live up to how you and your boy play together, like gods damn, or how goddamn good he rides my dick. Oh, and also I’ll miss that.” 

“The purring?” Tim asks, which is the only reason Kon figures out what “that” Bernard is talking about, and also probably the only reason he notices that he’s, like, kinda been purring. Like, apparently. Like–for a little while, probably. Huh. 

Well–it feels pretty nice, though, so yeah. It’s all good, he figures, feeling a little less dreamy and a little more sleepy now.