#does this need a tw/cw? idk

[newrochellechallenger2019]

spitroasting with art and patrick...

drunkenly stumbling into their hotel room after a night of celebrating a tennis win. kissing patrick hungrily while art unzips your dress. the three of you tumbling onto the pushed together single beds. patrick unzips his trousers, pulling out his half hard dick and slapping it across your cheeks before pushing it into your desperate mouth, so sudden you almost gag on it and he groans in delight. art's spreading your legs open, sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt, pressing them to the hilt, prepping you for his own cock. 'yeah- fucking take it-' moans patrick, your cheeks hollow and your drool coating his dick as you suck it fervently. art's fingering you faster now, hitting the spot inside you that makes your vision go white, and suddenly you're squirting on his fingers, coating them in your juices. 'good girl', the praise falls all too easily from art's mouth as he uses your squirt to lube up his dick, erection prominent from just the sight of patrick's cock filling your mouth. art's pushing into you before you even realise, his balls slapping against your ass as he bottoms out in you. 'so fucking tight' they moan in unison, you've never felt so full. your eyes glaze over as your fucked relentlessly by them both, going dumb from overstimulation. it isn't long before patrick's movements in your mouth are becoming more jerky and you feel his hot white sperm coat your throat as he lets out a shuddering moan, 'yes- yes- yes-' and you nod along dumbly, tongue swirling his tip to make sure you coax every last drop out of him before he pulls out. you swallow patrick's seed and that action alone causes you to clench around art's cock, whimpering as a second orgasm washes over you, 'yeah that's it-' art grunts, 'dumb on our cocks, want my cum too? want to be filled up?' and you nod, hardly able to form words as your juices soak the bed. art grunts, bottoming out in your for the last time as he shakes, spurting seed into your pussy and you let out a burbled moan at the feeling, art pulling out of you gently. 'good girl' they croon all evening as the two of them clean you up.

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

[theythemmer]

who up thinking abt the implications of dnp being controlled by and sacrificing themselves for demons

[dr-jingles]

I gotta know (if you want to answer, that is): How was Huche immediately after the break up?

Not very well! Emotions play a heavy role in the stability of Obectum cores, and with the break up being as sudden and abrupt as it was (Cen and Huche had been together for 12 years up till that point) it was a, uh, lot for him. Funny enough I've actually been working on a little comic for it here and there for fun so here's a little preview WIP!

[cupofdirtandworms]

Yalls I just need to report that we were drawing a Four and X / ENA thing (cuz we love Dream BBQ and we're autism) and someone said "that's me btw" and now we have THIS THING

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU- /lh

[flurry-bace]

HELLO??? WHY THE HELL DO MY NEIGHBOURS HAVE THIS??? I WAS JUST?? WALKING BY AND????

[newrochellechallenger2019]

thinking about art dropping hints that he wants to be in puppyspace...

it starts off tame, he sits by the door like an obedient dog and greets you when you come home from work and eventually you start patting him on the head as a greeting and it drives him crazy.

when you cook and hand him his plate, he more and more frequently starts putting his plate on the floor, dropping to his knees, his eyes trained on you the whole time, the picture of a submissive puppy and eats like one too, nose buried in the food and licking his lips exaggeratedly too.

he follows you constantly, even sneaking into the bathroom beside you and getting in your way when you work in the study, sitting at your feet and jumping at you.

he starts crawling into your lap when the two of you watch a movie, burying his head into the crook of your neck and you're sure you can hear faint whimpers and whines in your ear and sometimes when you rubbed his belly, he'd start to get turned on and you can feel his erection pressing into your waist.

the other night he'd brought a teddy bear into bed with the two of you, holding it in his mouth and gnawing it till he fell asleep, you could only assume this was one of the many packages that had arrived at your door recently.

things came to a head when you'd come into the house to find art sat waiting for you, as usual, but this time he was wearing a collar, had 'paw' mitts on, a leash between his teeth and only dressed in his boxers.

you still, blinking rapidly, 'art i- i called you pup once offhandedly-', watching as art blushes furiously, 'i mean- are you sure?' you continue, softening as you see the earnest expression on his face.

art nods rapidly, crawling over to you and rubbing against your legs, before pausing and dropping the leash at your feet and panting, tongue lolling as he looks at you pleadingly.

you sigh, bending down and clipping the leash to the collar, and your fingers brush over the dog tag attached to his collar, 'mommy's boy' and your breath grows short.

as soon as you give into him, his brain goes fuzzy and he can feel himself slipping. he starts to whine insistantly, tugging at the leash and you find it all too easy to give him a sharp reprimand and he halts, looking up at you in total submission.

the words 'good boy' slip from your tongue and art practically melts, eager for praise from you. you begin to lead him to the bedroom and art perks up, trotting after you obediently.

you tie his leash to the bedpost as you turn to grab the toybox out the dresser and he just sits beside the bed. you turn to look back at him and he looks up at you expectantly. he's waiting for permission.

you shrug, patting the bed 'hup hup' and he complies immediately, hopping onto the bed and sitting pretty just like a dog again, staring at you.

you undress and his eyes widen, his mouth practically drooling just at the sight of your body. you attach the strap on to your hips and move to kneel on the bed.

art whimpers and immediately gets into position, the tied leash making it a little difficult but he's on all fours, ass presented to you, just how you like him and you can see his erection straining against his boxers.

you run your hands along his clothed ass and he whimpers, 'r-rip them...mommy...please' he croaks, voice breathy. you raise your eyebrows at 'mommy' but are quick to obey his request, digging your nails in and tearing his boxers off, leaving him bare and submissive.

you nudge his thighs further open, revealing his waiting hole. you spread some lube on your finger and push it in and he whines, squeezing around the digit. 'hungry boy' you cluck and he bucks his hips in response

you add another finger, stretching him out. he whimpers a soft 'mommy' and you grow hot. 'you ready pup?' you breathe and he nods vigorously 'please- fuck me- mommy please- need-' you remove your fingers and push your strap into his wanton hole, his babbles ceasing as you bottom out in him.

'good boy' you praise and he moans loudly, his head dropping down. his hips buck against your strap, the tip bumping his prostate and he almost cums there and then. you notice. 'is that the spot pup?' you coo patronisingly, hitting his prostate again.

he goes dumb, unable to form words and starts to let out a whimper every time you bump his prostate, his mitts gripping the sheets as best as he can and you can see the tip of his penis rutting against the bed, dribbling precum.

you can always tell when art wants to needs to cum, his body starts to tense up as you ram into him repeatedly, and his whimpers and whines will get louder and louder. 'you wanna make cummies for mommy pup? you coo and art nods furiously, whimpering. 'can't hear you' you taunt and to art's surprise, he lets out a bark in response.

you still, bottoming out in him in shock and that tips him over the edge. he comes with a shudder, coating the sheets in his milk and panting, tongue lolling like a dog.

you pull out of him and he crumples, chest heaving. you rub his back 'you did so good pup, it's okay'. you remove some of the pup gear and he whines weakly but doesn't protest. you soothe him for a little longer till his voice croaks out, 'lud u mommy' and you smile, 'i love you too pup'

[mosspapi]

(I know all of this is technically just game mechanics, but I like to think too deeply abt in-universe explanations for things so let me have my moment lmao)

The lore implications of dead crewmates in Lethal Company being able to contact the autopilot ship is WILD btw. Like. I know technically revival is a thing in-universe bcuz u can respawn, which arguably should be more impressive, but that could pretty easily just be some advanced tech from the future. I can see lots of theoretical scientific/technological explanations for it. What I wanna know is how dead crewmates can contact the ship while dead (PT: while dead).

It's not like their life support going offline immediately notifies the ship, bcuz it doesn't happen automatically. You have to CHOOSE to notify the ship. This implies not only that they have technology that proves the existence of an afterlife and can detect or contact spirits/ghosts/souls/whatever, but also that said entities can reach out first. My initial thought was that it's smth on the other crewmates suits, since you don't have to be near the ship to vote but you always need to be spectating a living crewmate, so they aren't making direct communication with the ship itself. Maybe something like a spirit-box on the other crewmates' suits that the ghosts can interact with, which will send a signal back to the ship. This IS an option. However it would have to be smth that wouldn't get interference from other sources, and I also don't think that flickering thru radio stations is what's happening in outer space on abandoned moons, some of which don't even have telephone lines. Could be some futuristic "radio stations" that aren't actually using our current understanding of how those work, but that still wouldn't account for interference imo. Which leads me to my next thought, which is that it's something directly on the ghosts that they can use to communicate. I have NO idea how this would work, maybe the life support on the suit leaves like an electromagnetic/spiritual/whatever imprint on the ghost as they leave the body, but I have no idea how that could be used to contact the ship, if for lack of better words, it's just an energetic fingerprint or scar. Maybe if it's causing a different or specific frequency/energy field/etc, the ship could detect that, but how the ghosts would be able to change it themselves in order to tell the ship to leave is beyond me. They'd have to be able to mess with their own electromagnetic signals, which sounds like a recipe for accidentally destroying ur entire consciousness or mutating urself into a new species or smth by mistake.

Side note, it also implies the company trains people on how to use whatever this technology is, which is both hilarious and terrifying. Do they just give u a verbal explanation and hope u figure it out the first time you die? Or do they actually make you practice by repeatedly killing you and having you notify the ship, and therefore there may be ghosts of crewmates who couldn't figure it out or who's technology malfunctioned or something just floating around in space.

There's so much to think abt here I could be here for days. I wanna come up with a feasible explanation. It's fascinating to me. I love it.

[isobug]

I was sent something which was, quiet honestly, a pretty bad faith reading of what I meant when I said "Intersexism within Trans- spaces" and here and I wanted to just slap this note on that I used that language to refer to how, in multiple Trans- focused private communities ( "Trans spaces" meaning mainly Discords and forums if i'm being honest. Though some irl spaces as well but those have been much nicer recently. )

I've had to tell multiple other Trans people that it's just not appropriate to call me a Hermaphrodite or a "Herm" off the bat. Or that it's not appropriate to ask me for pictures of my body or genitalia. Or that it is painful for me when I discuss my medical abuse or trauma to have another Trans person go "but i would just KILL to have your experiences / body though!"

These were Trans spaces ( marketed and labeled as "Trans spaces / Safe Trans Spaces " ) I entered because I am Trans and because I want to talk to other Trans people about being Trans. I want medical advice as well. I cannot discuss my Trans experiences without also discussing my Intersex experiences because I am both and they medically brush up against each other pretty frequently.

I have constantly come up against blatant Intersexism and the fetishization of my body, and while I am so lucky and fortunate to have ( both perisex and intersex ) Trans friends who have stood up for me or helped me work through these feelings, I still feel a sense of alienation and hurt.

That is what I mean by "Trans spaces" and that is what I mean by "intersexism". End of. I have no idea HOW externalizing that experience into a term which I and maybe 5 other people use ( somewhat inconsistently TBH ) has ANYTHING to do with transmedicalists or anyone being white or not ??

( I put "Trans-" with the hyphen because I have experienced this in both Transgender and Transsexual labeled spaces BTW. Maybe the asterisk ( Trans* ) would have been more clear for that but IDK. I've seen both around. These are things that have happened to me regardless of specific labels being used at the time !! )

Anyways please stop sending this post to me. I am tired and it is completely incoherent to the experiences behind this because none of this intersexism came from other intersex people and none of it has to do with anyone being white or not ( ??????? )

But if you couldn't tell from the tone this isn't even about that post fully. This is about intersex people needing to drag out a whole essays about our trauma with multiple explanations of what we exactly mean and who we are exactly talking about so we can go "this was actually traumatic for me, this is a real issue, and no, I don't think intersex people are the source of intersexism, actually".

It's a microlabel at the end of the day. Maybe we would be less of a "little society" on edge if random intersex bloggers didn't have to be playing the defense 24/7 for our trauma. God forbid you just asked me what I meant by "Trans spaces", not like I love to clarify and add long post edits and additions or anything ( <- this is sarcasm. )

Caedulter and Caedipso

( Image 1 ID: A five striped flag, the colors going as follows from top to bottom, purple, yellow, white, yellow, purple. From the left side, there are blocks on each stripe incrementally increasing in length and becoming lighter gray prior to the center stripe, then decreasing in length and becoming darker gray after the center stripe. End ID. )

( Image 2 ID: A mostly purple flag with a yellow circle with a plus inside of it. There are also blocks on the left side of the flag, incrementally increasing in length and becoming lighter gray prior to the circle, and then decreasing in length and becoming darker gray after the circle. End ID. )

Caedulter: An intersex individual who at one point, was Transgender, but due to trauma ( from their own Intersex experiences, Intersexism within Trans- spaces, etc. ) is now Ultergender. May also be spelled Caedoulter.

Caedipso: An intersex individual who at one point, was Cisgender, but due to trauma ( from their own Intersex experiences, Intersexism from Perisex Cisgender individuals, etc. ) is now Ipsogender. May also be spelled Caedoipso.

Any other Intersex people may use these if you feel like you connect with them! Similar to other Caed- / Caedo- terms, you do not need to be specific or open about your trauma at all.

These are terms that are roughly based on the other existing Caed- / Caedo- terms but with slightly modified language. They are based off of my personal experiences ( Caedulter) and one of my friend's ( Caedipso ) so please be respectful.

( Perisex people do not be weird, these aren't for you. )

Taglist - @interarchive, @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

[quantum1mmortality]

i apologize for this.. BUT what about curly sobbing when he's overstimulated during sex because it feels too good.. and he can barely talk, most of the words leaving his mouth too quiet or unintelligible to decipher :3

ʷʰʸ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ

Tw/cw; OVERSTIMULATING CURLY!!!, he cries, no specific genitalia mentioned so gn ig????

Not proofread

I feel as though Curly would only get overstimulated if he wasn't topping. Like, in missionary, he knows his own limits because he's so used to the position. That's not at all saying he's bored, he enjoys it a lot, but because it's your default position, he knows when to stop before he gets overstimulated.

The first time you ever overstimulated him was when you were riding him. It was your first time being on top, and yeah, Curly was practically doing all of the work, but that's besides the point.

Anyway, because it was a new position he hadn't tried before, he didn't know his limits just yet. So imagine his surprise when he started to get overstimulated after the first time he came, and you were STILL going, just adding to it.

It was a new experience, a new feeling, he didn't know how to handle it. So what does he do? Cries. He cries. Yeah, I said it, he'd cry when being overstimulated BOOM I JUST DROPPED A BOMB ON YOU GUYS!!!

No but in all seriousness, he would cry. Like I said, it's a new experience for him and he's just not used to it yet, the extreme pleasure he's feeling is catching up to him, badly.

His grip on your waist would loosen and his head would be thrown back, maybe even a little back arching action idk lololollollllol 🤭🤭

You have this man seeing legitimate STARS. He'd try to praise you, tell you how good you're making him feel, but everything coming out of his mouth is either incoherent or whispered.

You can make out some of the words though, but he's just repeating 'i love you' and other random praises and pet names, practically anything that comes to his mind in those moments. But most of the words he's trying to say get drowned out by his loud whimpers and moans.

I really hope you don't need aftercare, because he canNOT feel his legs.

A/N; chat should I start adding memes as dividers again I feel like I lost a lot of whimsy by doing away with them

[kiyo-cant-write]

Same Cinderella-anon, just with more ideas I forgot to add in the first ask! maybe with reader being Trein's grandchild, having to go to NRC because he needs something and asked reader to bring it to him and Silver and reader being surprised at seeing each other again idk. anyways, have a good day and thanks in advance again!

cinderella!reader is trein's grandchild ✧･ﾟ

Summary: The reader is actually Trein's grandchild. They visit NRC campus at their grandfather's instruction and run into Silver again.

TW/CW: This is a continuation of THIS POST, minor B7 spoilers

Notes: The reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, pre-relationship, familial headcanons as well

Guest Stars: Divus Crewel, Sebek Zigvolt

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It would seem Professor Trein needs some help that only his dearest grandchild can assist with. They attend Royal Sword Academy, and Professor Trein, or rather, Grandpa Mozus, would like access to some historical documents from the RSA library.

Can [Name] help him?

Surely they can. They love their grandfather.

And it would mean getting to visit the school across the island again.

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Mozus Trein

Trein is very protective of his grandchild.

If he seems stern in class, it doubles when his grandchild is there.

He has a complex relationship with [Name]'s parents due to the strained relationship he had with his daughter towards her entry into adulthood. They do not hate each other, though.

He loves them, but his love is firm and strict at times.

Gawking at his grandchild earns you detention.

The other staff are all familiar with [Name].

Trein talks about them and how one of the reasons he had looked into teaching at RSA was to be closer to them.

He was worried about them.

They are an innocent spirit who is too trusting, too accepting.

He is strict with them because he thinks they will get hurt.

The outside world is a scary place where grandpa can't protect them from the monsters out there, the bad apples...

When his grandchild visits, which happens sporadically but more often than one might imagine, Crewel is also tasked with looking over them. As per Trein's request (read: instruction).

Trein believes that his grandchild would be less embarrassed if it were not him at every turn checking on them. He trusts Crewel.

Sometimes, Trein thinks about leaving NRC to be with his grandchild, but he always decides to stay for his students.

Trein wishes that [Name] went to NRC, but they aren't the type the Dark Mirror would choose; they are a might magic user with a pure soul, after all. The very image of an RSA student.

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Silver

Silver continued to think about [Name]. Who were they?

A student, but not from NRC. From RSA, then?

Why couldn't he forget them? What was this?

He chooses not to trouble his family with it.

He is nearly an adult; he can figure this out for himself.

That said, he didn't expect them to be related to Professor Trein.

Silver was not aware of the professor's personal life.

Why would he be?

It doesn't change his opinion of [Name] as a friendly person.

But he is more wary now. He has heard that Professor Trein is... protective. And he doesn't blame the professor.

But Silver does not want to bring any trouble to his Master.

Silver wonders if it is worth pursuing such a curiosity.

And then it happens, all because of the narrative.

Silver and [Name] have their SECOND Meet-Cute.

Silver can't say he expected things to turn out like this!

Silver was trying his best to ignore Sebek's words echoing in his head. He should focus instead of daydream about a stranger. Sebek was right about that much, but that didn't mean ignoring every other living person on his island. He was his Master's guard, but he was also a student, and students should engage with the community or something like that.

He sighed softly, and he continued down the hall, making the mistake of not looking ahead of him and crashing into the person ahead of him. While no one was injured, it did leave the load they were carrying scattered across the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry..." Silver said, "Let me help with that."

He reached down to pick up one of the large textbooks from the floor, hand brushing against theirs. Silver looked toward them to see... [Name]? The same person from before? The very person he had been thinking of. Was this some kind of fateful encounter? Others had mentioned these to him... He could think about that later.

"Hello again. I am sorry to... cause this."

He looked almost sheepish as they waved it off, trying to tell him that there wasn't any harm done to them or their books. Regardless, Silver helped them gather the books into their arms again, taking a few to carry himself so that [Name] could see what was ahead of them.

"It's really alright. I couldn't see over the books either."

They look a bit embarrassed.

"[Name]... Why do you have," Silver paused to count them, "...twelve textbooks?"

Their embarrassment grew as an awkward smile graced their lips.

"My Granpa Mozus wanted me to bring these over from Royal Sword," they explained, "So I came here with the Headmage's permission to deliver... all of these."

Though their arms were still filled with books, they managed to make a gesture toward the books Silver carried for them.

He nodded.

"I understand. I will help you take these to your grandfather."

[Name] wondered if Silver was aware of what their grandfather was. If he knew, he certainly didn't act that way. He said nothing. It was almost refreshing to them to not have a grand reaction about it all.

That said, [Name] noted that the louder boy who was with Silver the last time was not here. He seemed as though he might react if [Name] told him their lineage. What was his name again? Sebastian?

They brushed the thought away and continued to walk down the hallway with Silver, headed toward the classroom their grandfather had said was his. He was a history teacher.

Stopping at the door, Silver knocked instead of [Name] simply due to the fact that he could support his stack of books with one arm. This was something that [Name] was trying not to gawk at. This boy sure was strong, then and again, his arms were rather strong-looking.

Did he not say he worked for his "master" the last time?

They were thinking about it again. There wasn't anyone like that at Royal Sword. Sure, some students helped the dorm leaders... But that wasn't... master and servant? Right? [Name] felt their head spin.

A voice came from inside the room, but it was not their grandfather's. It was a masculine one, slightly teasing as if testing them...

"Whatever might you need from us now?"

[Name] recognized it as Divus' voice, the younger man, though he was still older than them, who worked with their grandfather. He was a teacher, too. Alchemy?

Wait.

Were they interrupting something?

"It's [Name]!" they called back to Divus, "Oh, and Silver is helping me."

"Alright then, pups. You may enter~"

[Name] walked into the room as Silver opened the door for them with his free hand. Instantly [Name] was greeted with the classroom their grandfather used, wooden desks, a chalk board, books on a shelf, and her dear grandpa sitting at his own desk front and center.

Divus had stepped back to let them get to the desk.

"Grandpa Mozus!" [Name] called, walking forward to set the books on his desk, "I got all the things you sent for!"

They smiled, an expression that Trein returned.

Silver's face paled slightly at the sudden realization; the boy always was a bit slow on the uptake with human relations that Professor Trein was "Grandpa." But he recovered quickly as he presented the rest of the books to Trein.

"Here you go, sir."

"Ah, the books. Thank you, [Name]," Trein told his beloved grandchild, "And you as well, Silver, for helping them."

[Name] grinned, proud of the fact they had accomplished the task. The look on their face made Silver smile as well. This earned him a sharp glare from Trein, much sharper than his usual expression.

They stared at each other for a moment as [Name] looked between them, unsure if they were supposed to intervene given their grandpa was his teacher... It was well within his jurisdiction.

"I trust you would never do anything untoward to my grandchild, Silver?" Trein asked the light-haired boy.

"Of course not, sir."

Silver shook his head and ignored the chuckle from Professor Crewel.

"That is good to hear."

Trein's expression softened as he turned back to [Name].

"I hope this was not too arduous a task for my youngest?"

"No, this was alright. I hope the books help," [Name] told him, "Thank you for... trusting me."

They smiled yet again, and Trein returned it, just slightly.

Silver felt as though he was intruding on a personal moment. And maybe he was. He had been thinking about [Name], but he couldn't speak about that in front of Professor Trein.... [Name] was heading back to Royal Sword after this... What a mess.

He held back the urge to sigh.

Footsteps could be heard approaching.

Oh no... Silver knew that sound anywhere.

"SILVER!"

He sighed this time, and those in the room turned to look at the doorway. [Name] was startled, whereas the professors just seemed... tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed.

There stood Sebek, out of breath slightly with furrowed brows.

"Hello, Sebek..." Silver attempted to greet but was cut off.

"WHAT HAS YOU SO BUSY? WHAT IF OUR MASTER NEEDS US?"

Silver tried to explain it.

"I was helping... a friend."

Sebek glared at [Name], recognizing them.

"THIS HUMAN AGAIN?"

[Name] flinched at the volume, and Trein decided to step in.

"Sebek Zigvolt, you will not address my grandchild that way."

Sebel was startled at the address from his professor.

"Ah, my... my apologies, professor," Sebek stammered.

There really is never a peaceful day at Night Raven College.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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[zenyyyluvyuu]

Can I have one order of platonic yandere batfam with a normal reader and for the side I would like the Batman to be a little bit in awe because it's been so long since Bruce has had a normal child around and for the drink can I have everyone in the Batfam low-key freaking out finding out Bruce has another child and that's all thank you 💖

Thank you for the request anon 🔅

AND I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLIED 😔🙏😭 IM SO BUSY AND MY HEAD IS NOT HELPING 😭😭 😞😞

Also imma use gn reader so yall can enjoy

Tw/cw: curse words, idk, poor English and grammar

(Platonic yandere Batfamily with normal reader)----------------------------

You hop out of the car followed by your mother. Your step father stays in the car. You grip your baggage tightly.

At first you thought you were just a normal kid. You didn't know who's your real father is. But your mother says that your father has got into an accident and lends him into the funeral.

you were so tiny and naive, you didn't believe her, saying that your father is out there. But your mom really really tells you that your father is dead.

Eventually you believe her, and now.

You didn't believe it, you were standing in front of the huge manor. With your mom and your baggage.

Before that she just suddenly announced that your father is bruce wayne. FUCKING BRUCE WAYNE? THE BILLIONAIRE??

You ask your mother "why didn't you tell me sooner? I thought my dad was really dead!"

"oh my dear you were not ready before, all i have to do is to lie to you."

Okay you were mad. Cuz your mother has lied to you the whole time. Telling how your 'father was really dead'

And here you are at the wayne manor, with some old butler andddd your 'dad' in which you already know him.

The old butler, alfred pennyworth. And your dad? Oh you already know your dad's name, bruce wayne.

Your mother tells the old butler name to you before arriving at the place. Your grip at the baggage handle was tightened.

"it's been awhile.. bruce.. alfred." your mother speaks. Her eyes locking on bruce, both of their eyes hardened.

"(Ur mom's name) I see you still the same since the last i see you" bruce speaks.

The butler just nodded.

Your mother chuckle. "Oh I'm flattered"

Bruce eyes land into you, you put on all the smiles "so this must be?"

"yeah, As we were talking about before, this is (name) your child" she grabbed your shoulder.

"(name) right?"

"yeah.. that's me.."

He nodded, "no need to be nervous my dear." He smiles at you.

You nod. Giving him a little smile.

"so that my job here has done, I'll be going" but your mom pauses, she leans at your ear "have fun sweetheart" and then muah, she turns her heels and drives away.

Leaving you with your dad and the butler.

A hand rests on your shoulder, you turn your head to the person touching it. It was your dad, he gave you a reassuring smile.

"let's get in shall we?" You nodded return your own smile to him. Maybe he wasn't so bad though? you always wanted a dad.

Alfred opens the door for you both, you let your dad lend inside the house. The house was already big from the inside and luxurious.

You were in awe, and bruce, he was in awe too because you.

You look innocent. You don't have a trauma like his other kids have. No harsh training, no cautious feelings, no scar all over your body.

It's like you were just normal. You're really having a normal life like how kids should have. Well it pisses him off to know that he doesn't know that you were exit before.

And how he hates your mother for that. For keeping his child away from him. Much like talia does with damian and him.

His grip on your shoulder was tightened a little bit. He cleared his throat, catching your attention.

You gaze at him. He observes your face for a minute . Your face was really the same as him, but you got your mother's eyes.

"do you mind having a tour in this place? Don't worry Alfred can take care of your things" he gives you a smile.

"ah! Yeah! Yeah dad, I don't mind, so i don't have to be lost in my new home" you joked a bit, he let out a chuckle. Bruce heart It felt warm when you called him dad.

And then he began to walk with you as he started to be your tour guide. Telling you all the places. The movie room. Dining room. Kitchen. Etc.

The manor was really huge.

As he finishes to give you a manor tour he begins to guide you to your room now. Your room was simple but rich. Your things were placed by alfred.

"alright (name), i hope you are comfortable living here, and don't forget to get to know your siblings later, they are busy right now but you will meet them at dinner, see you" he gives you a quick hug before you close the door.

siblings huh, you wonder what they would be like when you met them later, you plop on the bed, feeling the soft mattress on your body. Your body relaxed.

You take out your phone to kill your boredom. Maybe you decorate your room later. It will be more cozy.

_____

Bruce step echoed in the hallway. His mind is full with you. He will consider to dig information into your personal live.

His step stopped when a voice called him.

"father."

He turn to the voice. It was damian, he already has his hand crossed. His face looked serious. Bruce know that damian saw you. he didn't approach you first instead he go to bruce. Demanding an explanation.

"damian.."

Bruce let out a sigh. Damian raise an eyebrow.

"I Know you're confuse but let me get this straight" he pause as he come closer to damian. He lay his hand on damian shoulder.

"they are your new siblings."

"you adopting another-"

"their not adopted damian. They're your siblings."

"what?"

"blood siblings"

Damian pause a little. Blood siblings? Does bruce does something stupid again?

"blood siblings?" He repeat the words in his tongue.

"yes. Blood siblings. but they're different. You'll meet them at dinner"

Damian squinted his eyes. Oh he has to wait for dinner now? He's curious now.

Bruce sigh. "I Know it might be hard for you to understand. But you will, damian"

Bruce put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Patting it a bit "i got work to do, I'll be at the office when you need anything, Damian"

Bruce then let go of the boy shoulder. And walk away through his office. Damian stares at bruce back until he disappears.

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Dinner finally comes. You jolt awake from the knock on your door. You fell asleep.

"mr/miss/mx (name) it's time for dinner" alfred speak behind the door.

"yes alfred! In a minute" you replied as you sat up on your bed. You kinda feel nervous , meeting all your siblings. And you really feel an anxiety building up in your guts.

You exhale, you stand up, open the door and walk downstairs. You can hear a chatter as you begin to walk closer to the Dining room.

As you finally arrived, all the siblings were in their seat. Waiting for you. You slowly smile.

All of them look at you as you arrive, also giving a smile. Except for damian who always wears those scowls.

Bruce wave for you "(name)! Glad you joined us for dinner" you come closer to the long table, sitting beside bruce who is on the head table.

On your right, is a charming man with a soft smile. He Say "hi!" as you meet his eye.

"hi.." you replied.

"I'm dick Grayson, Bruce's first child, you must be (name) that Bruce talked about, it's nice to meet you" he said to you as he patted your shoulder

You nodded "yeah that's me"

"let me introduce the other one for you!"

"That's Jason" dick pointed at him. he gives you an eyebrow raise. you kinda surprised of his scarred face especially with the j mark on his left cheek, but you don't wanna to offend him, so you give him a nod and a smile.

"That's tim." Dick pointed at him. He wave, you wave back.

"that's Stephanie" dick point at Stephanie smiles eagerly and waves at you "hiii (name)!!" You wave back and smile.

"Cassandra" he points at her, cass just give you a quiet smile.

"duke" he pointed at duke, duke wave at you, and did the same

"and lastly damian the youngest" he pointed at Damian whose scowl never changed, but it did when you give him a gentle smile.

The dinner goes normal, the siblings talk to you about your, what you like and all.

Basically they are all funny and cool.

Dinner ends with a full belly. Alfred cooking is the best. All of you are saying goodnight to their room some of them want to go outside cus their friends called. Bruce's gonna go to his work office.

And you also feel kinda sleepy, the food was so good it makes you sleepy.

You come back to your bed and plop on the soft mattress. You look at the ceiling, maybe it's not so bad living like this.

You soon Asleep, a soft snore coming out of your mouth as you sleep peacefully.

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Meanwhile the batfam.

In the cave. "Okay b. Did you seriously fuck another woman and you didn't even know you wear A FREAKING CONDOM!?" Dick yelled at bruce as he began to sit on his bat computer

"language."

"well you freaking us out right now" jason chimed in.

"tt. You are irresponsible" damian cross his arm

"right, maybe we should ban him from drinking with a woman again, because if we shouldn't, he'll be having another relationship and boom! another child."

"okay, but (name) is lowkey fun to hangout with tho" duke speaks as he puts on his yellow armor.

"yeah! I mean like, they look like they don't have any trauma orr living in an assassin organization" Stephanie speak.

"tsk" damian scowled.

"no offense tho.."

Bruce sighs, as his children begin to talk and talk out loud of how he shouldn't be drinking rn.

"(name) is different. and I'm glad for them to be like that" he speaks as the siblings begin to freeze.

"bruce right, (name) is fun to talk to." cass chimed in, her silent presence is usual.

"well then should we never tell them that we are vigilante?"

"not yet."

"or maybe no.'

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GAWD YESS FINALLY I FINISH THISS, I'M SO SORRY ANON FOR WRITING THIS LATE 😭😭😭

I hope you like it and I'm really really sorry for the late reply. And also the sudden hiatus.

I hope you all like this cringe fic 🔅Don't forget to reblog like or even comment 🔅🔅

[forest-hashira]

cw: mentions of abuse, implied sa, blood, character death.

being in an arranged marriage with naoya. you're young when it happens, much younger than him, and at first you're too meek, too afraid to say anything, to argue with your parents. you convince yourself it won't be so bad, because how else will you survive it?

it's horrible, obviously. you have very little cursed energy, and no technique of your own. that, on top of being a woman, makes you subhuman in your husband's eyes. in the eyes of practically his entire family, in fact. he treats you terribly from the very beginning, and it only gets worse over the years when you continuously fail to give him any children - what use is a woman who can't even produce an heir?

his abuse isn't limited to his open hand striking your face, and he never holds back. he could not care less if the evidence of the abuse he inflicts upon you is written plain as day across your skin. what would anyone ever say to him about it, anyways? no one would ever dare to step in and attempt to stop his violence.

even through the pain he causes - mental, physical, and emotional alike - you are expected to attend to him every waking moment. you should be able to intuit what he wants or needs even before he does, and provide it before he has to demand it of you. rebelling against him is pointless, you know this from experience. if he decides he wants something, nothing will stop him, least of all you. it doesn't matter if that something is your body.

you put up with this for years, though time becomes a bit fuzzy, a bit unclear, with only the seasons and your husband's birthday to mark the passage of time. you become numb to his abuses, pliant to his will at every turn; it's easier that way, and generally incurs less pain.

then something in you snaps one day. you're not entirely certain what brings it about, but it feels out of your control. he starts to drag you to bed with him, just as he does every night, and instead of allowing yourself to be violated again, an almost animal rage takes over you.

what happens after is a blur, the details lost in the frenzy of your altercation, but the end result could not be any clearer to you: your husband, heir to the zenin clan, lies dead on your marriage bed, and you are covered in his blood, your body practically vibrating with cursed energy.

you should probably be scared when you hear the sound of footsteps racing to your bedroom, but you don't. for the first time since your wedding, you feel alive.

labour by paris paloma making me a little insane rn

[the-moon-files]

Hey! Idk if you take requests, but I’m on my period and miserable. Would you be willing to do the Chain and period comfort? Have a fabulous day!

Sorry i didnt get to this sooner!!

Idk what happened but i didnt see any notifs for any recent asks >:/ fiddling with my notifs to see if i can fix it?? but this app is kinda- yknow :/

an attempt was made! best of luck to you suffering anon

Moon: Guide and Gender Neutral Reader, bc technically i dont specify Reader pronouns (just you/your), just a reader who gets periods, rip 💔

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, kinda HANH au?

Stars: One crumb of each 🤏 bc it is a bit overwhelming to give each one their own bullet points, dont know how other lu blogs do it tbh

Comets & Meteors: CWs: mild descriptions of cramping, pain, and pain medications, & TWs: mild description of blood.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

(Kinda HANH au? Lets say hylians just dont be suffering like humans do, and the poor fellas have no clue wtf a period is if not a wound lmao)

so are we talking on the road bleedout or like, idk anywhere else LMAO

bc ur so cooked on the road

if you have the kind of torture where you have high pain cramps the first day/few days/entire time (like me 😞) then bestie We Are Gone.👋

say goodbye to ur favorite blonde heroes, and tell em 'witness me' or smth like that

likeee idk igggg lets say u dont have jackshit and try to just subtly mobilize Sky, or Hyrule or Time or one of the Links who are (probably) calmer at you gently saying

"heyyy,, good morninngggg,, how are youuu, yeah, yeah, good, thanks, um, weird question! but do you happen to have like, long lasting gauze? like on hand, or can we craft some or like, idk a plant??"

Poor Hyrule: 🧍‍♂️

Poor Hyrule: "...my guide are you bleeding out rn? as we speak?"

You: "No i would neverrr...."

You: "...after this moment. I would never be bleeding and not tell you! ...after this day, right now. Then i will keep that promise"

U try to explain as best u can but the pain do be taking your ass out,

but frankly any sort of squeamishness u were worried abt with the boys vanishes quickly bc Hyrule is legit coordinating more Links into it

(esp bc they cant exactly go on a miles long trek with you crawling in pain the whole way Rulie argues, so its kinda necessary to at least inform Time and Wars, who typically lead the way or make the plans for the days journey)

i would say it slowly circulates around to the heroes that ur:

1. Bleeding.

2. In pain, the deep muscle cramps kind that they can probably relate at least a little bit to, even if the concept of periods is not familiar to them

3. the place thats bleeding and the cramps in ur lower back (and other muscles as well if ur a rlly unlucky one) mean u Cant Walk in their eyes and also Might be Dying. But you dont seem very alarmed

to his credit of remaining calm, Time does redirect the chain of heroes nervous energy towards getting to higher ground thats got some running water and is shady to make u more comfortable (or get ahold of Epona to carry you to the nearest inn/stable stop)

even if ur at an inn with a nice bed and stuff Sky both adds his own items and steals some from the rest of the Chain, like extra padding from blankets/bedrolls so ur just drowning in fluff lol (he Cannot stop fluffing things while he insists on anxious woodcarving beside u)

poor Hyrule cant quite attend to ur every need yet bc Wild has dragged him away kicking before explaining he desperately needs his healing powers to help make pain numbing potions/pads/tampons/heating pad/etc. like u told him about

Wars had to legit delegate small duties to everyone bc seeing their guide in pain and basically unable to do much but wait it out and ease it a little is driving these hylian heroes stir crazy

(even the most strategic of them are still men of action so yeah its not going well if they dont all have smth to do with their hands)

like Legend is vigorously scrubbing all ur laundry and sheets and bedding on a near daily basis for every day of ur period lmao

u havent even bled thru anything, and its not like ur sick and contagious youve explained, but if u dont let the poor veteran hero do his laundrymaid duties his eye starts twitching lol

Wind insists on reading stories to you for the times ur more bedridden, and even tucks u in to just have u laugh instead of constant grimacing in pain, ur fav baby boyyy 🥹 <3

Twilight is going crazyy on the firewood and making sure ur room is always stocked nice and cozy (he may have had to embarrassedly offer the mountain of extra to otehr travelers bc he worried-restless-chopped too much lol)

Four is actually the only Link who doesnt immediately pick u up and put u back in bed when u try to get out of ur mountain of fluff

(bc Vio is actually logical and currently has the only braincell out of all the lowkey panicking colors AND worrywort blonde heroes lmao)

so Four actually makes sure to hydrate you and take off blankets when Sky adds too many or treat u pretty normal (along with sneaking u chocolate/treats bc Wild is kinda drowning u in homemade soups or iron-rich food rn like ur sick as dog or smth)

Cue Wars also constantly trying to look out for you and make sure none of these worryworts overwhelm you by redirecting/ delegating them - man looks more tired than you of this bs lmao

the general shock of u being like, fine, after the first few heavy flow/painful days, but apparently still Bleeding?? Then why are you trying to walk around so much and convince them to keep going??? are you going into shock??????!!!!

(No, but they might be you say, making Four and Wind snort-laugh and Legend huff/Twi look like a shamed dog/Time try to hide an amused smile/etc.)

by the time u actually convince the collective motherhens to get back on the road, ur like on the last day of ur period (and bc u lied abt not bleeding anymore) but not without realizing youve gotten subtly put in the center of the group with Wind, who's clearly distracting you abt it

they get over it quickly, and while theres a shared moment around the campfire where they all give you equally horrified looks that this happens every month (even Times and Legend 😭 even if theyre clearly trying to muffle it lmao)

but pls note that while theyre not as panicked next time, they are now pavlov'ed to keep track of ur periods lowkey, drown u in blankets, heating pad/pain potions, stuff u full of ur favorite Hyrulian foods of whatever era yall are in atm, and generally just be rlly cute blonde famous heroes turned an entire servant/maid staff

(Wind also managed to sneak into ur fluff mountain every time to be cuddle buddies w/you and the others are too embarassed to admit they want a turn so it kind of ends up with every link lowkey glaring at Wind every time they come in or close to do smth for you while Wind just looks like that smug cat meme lol)

(Speaking of memes, have a meme i made just for this occasion)

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i hope that was okay and since i didnt see this til later u can save it for next time!!

Peace out,

🌙 📁

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

[kurokawaia]

THERE GOES MY BABY~ 彡 Feitan Portor

WC; 500+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW : x fem!reader

REQUEST :: HIIIII! I was wondering if you could write a Feitan x reader where every time he leaves for to long to do a mission or something she becomes that usher meme where he’s sliding in the floor with the song there goes my baby it doesn’t have to be long or anything I just want something funny I really like your work I hope you have a good day (btw idk if a specified it a lot but if you could can you make the reader fem) ❤️- ANON

m.list | hxh m.list

Every time Feitan leaves on a mission, you tell yourself, "This time, I am going to be normal." And every time, without failure, you manage to prove yourself completely wrong. You have always greeted him with the same gesture ever since you saw that one Usher clip. You have decided to do this for a while now; this is your first shot.

Feitan has been gone for a couple of days and he should be back soon, today hopefully. YOu'll be able to detect his presence before he enters your shared apartment. One of your favourite things about you and Feitan's relationship is that you're the sunshine and he's the big grump, and he also doesn't know what you're going to do next.

You go crazy when Fei isn't home for too long, you need him in more ways than one, in bed and just for the daily comforts, and you love snuggling up to him (he says he hates it but he's effectively lying). 

There goes my baby You don't know how, good, it Feels to call you my girl

You're on the verge of slamming your head onto the coffee table, you so desperately wanted the song out of your head but you only. And you wouldn't, not until you get to slide on the floor to your man. 

Go ahead and play the tune in your head; it's always that song. "There goes my baby… Oooooh, girl, look at you…" You sing out as you fall to your knees, sliding on the waxed floor like some movie star in a music video, arms outstretched as you could feel seitan playing and unlocking the lock at the door.  And then on cue, the door opens. Feitan stands there, wrapped in his dark cloak, one eyebrow arched higher than it has ever been. For a moment, he's silent, his brain processing the utter sight of it all, his hard assassin's mind almost short-circuiting at the absurdity. "You.... are... so... strange," he finally mutters, his lips twitching as if in a fight against a smirk. You freeze, looking up from his torso, your eyes meeting with his own, your chin placed up against his cloak, a smile wide on your lips. Your cheeks are flushed pink. God, you missed him so much. 

"Took you long enough to realise, Fei," you tease while hugging him tighter.

He shakes his head, "I always known," he scoffs, "You make it obvious now."

Your jaw drops agasint him as you loosen your hold around his torso. "You love me!" you pout.\

"That I do," he says quietly with a sigh because he knows that no matter how odd you are he won't ever leave you because he does love you 🥺

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