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bonbonly · 2 months ago

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ohh teacher/professor!carlos,, does he need a nervous little grad student to bend over his desk (or hide under it)?

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im gonna combine 🩷 anon’s ask as well into this!

bon's thoughts (18+)

had a silly little thought come over me about this. if you're the goody two shoes, nervous little girl that wants to do good in the class, desperate for his praise and approval, you'll definitely be visiting him after class.

"please, mr. carlos! i just don't seem to understand why i got this wrong on the test could you please explain it to me?" you ask, biting your lip. his eyes would darken, wanting nothing more than to nip at your pouty lips and feel your tight cunt clamping down on his cock but he'll hold himself back for the moment.

"of course!" he'll chirp and walk around the desk so that he'd be directly behind you. he'd press the test onto the desk, his arms caging you in front of him as he'd press his crotch against your ass. a small hiss would escape him, and the way you bent down slightly to get a better look at your test only sends him into a spiral. he'd place his hands on your hips, his head resting on your shoulder as he'd explain your mistakes in a low voice, gauging your reactions. if tears seemed to be welling up in your eyes - i mean, he listened to you say "how stupid could i be!" a million times - he'd coo and wipe your tears away with his thumb, his hand caressing your jaw as he'd beg you not to cry. "shh, shh, hermosa! it's okay! these are common mistakes, it happens!" he'd smile.

you were such a dedicated girl, you shouldn't be crying like this!

he'd press himself against your ass more harshly this time, using his comforting gesture of your distress to his advantage. your mind was elsewhere, you were worried about your test not the fact that your professor was grinding against you! it probably wouldn't take long before those visits became handsy and if you did better on the next test, he promised to reward you! his big lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently as he tried to silence your pretty little moans with his fingers shoved deep into your mouth. the papers he had to grade for the next day are all covered in your cum, silly girl! now you were going to have to bend over his desk and clean this mess up!

but if you're a brat... the one who never turns in assignments, who doesn't care and probably writes obscenities on her exams, then you'll find yourself across from him as he's glaring at you. his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed in at the defiant look in your eyes. the way you crossed your arms, head jutted out like you meant business.

"what a fucking waste," he'd spit at your face, a hand shooting out to grab your jaw. your tits bounced with each forceful thrust into your ass, his free hand rubbing harsh circles on your clit as you whined and begged for forgiveness. "fucking waste of my time. add/drop classes ends tomorrow, you better fucking drop out of this damn class and put yourself to better use - my cumdump."

he'd slam your head down onto the desk as he flipped you over onto your stomach, landing hard blows on your rear before he'd spread your ass apart and shove his hand past the tight ring of muscle, fisting your ass and biting down onto your shoulder. it was already bad enough that he was being overworked, but having to deal with this? bsfr, this man has other shit to do than having to be your professor.

i had this random thought too like omg crossover moment but if you were the nervous/goody two shoes, your sugar daddy would be lewis and ofc that man is expecting you to do good in your classes so he'd be so proud that you're getting As and oblivious to the fact that you're getting more than just "a little help" from your professor.

and if you're that brat you're sugar daddy is def charles and that man is suspicious the moment he finds out you're doing better in your classes. he knows you LMFAO he knows you very well and doesn't believe any of your explanations on how you went from a D to an A in that class. he'll find out one day - maybe he'll tag team you with carlos, who knows?

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sleepy-grav3 · 1 year ago

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We Became Heroes Because You Didn't

The Justice League don't specialize in much. If you ask them, they'd say otherwise. Unless they're one of the Bats, because they acknowledge that, especially with magic. They hate it, but they have connections and will at least ask for more details to deal with the situation at hand. Though they'll need proof.

That's the thing really. Proof. Because how are you going to get proof of something if everything gets repaired by the end? Or maybe you're the villain here according to the public. Or maybe everything you say is just plain crazy that nobody even knows what's going on from the start!

It was only when another group was formed when everything became clear. They were frowned upon, unknown, spoke nonsense, and never asked for help. They were the survivors that played hero. They were the shadowed version of the Justice League.

They were Justice League: Dark

A fanfic (or multiple small ones grouped together?) that isn't really about them joining forces, but more about the discovery of more dangerous territory that's being handled by kids/teens. Lift some weight for these kids. They really want a safe net by now in their hero careers.

Like- maybe a few of these wouldn't be the JL's fault. Maybe it was the government (at least for the US). Like Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls mentions the government, maybe they blocked off those regions from outside connections.

I feel like it would be funny if maybe Constantine just ends up collecting kids like Batman with his.

They're just kids! Itty bitty toddlers. It's supposed to be our job to take care o' that shit, ain't it?

And JLD now has a bunch of young professionals cause what the fuck, kid. Why do you know this??? Ya know? Maybe the JL just randomly finds these things, calls Constantine after Zatanna fails to know wtf is going on, and he just calls over a kid. Or a group of them.

JL: We need a professional, why is there a child here?

Constantine: Cause even when you fuckers ignored their calls for help, they still at least try to help where they can

JL: We never-

Constantine: Shut your traps! School's in session

*Child tries to explain*

JL: You have to be kidding me. ___ doesn't exist.

Constantine: Oh bloody hell-

Child: And they wonder why they get more attention than us.

idk, I just like the idea of Constantine being a father for OP characters and desperately want a Young Justice League: Dark. I read a couple of Danny and/or Billy being adopted by him, but the cravings... And if it's a whole big crossover thing, that would be great. Tag me if you see or write about something like this. I wanna read too :)

Don't put too much hope in me writing it though, I'm seriously bad at continuing/finishing stuff. But if I do, I'll edit this post with links to whatever I write.

#justice league #Justice league dark #danny phantom #miraculous ladybug #gravity falls #ben 10 #dc x dp #dc x mlb #dc x gravity falls #Anything else you can think of #I feel like Batman would've checked whatever is going on #But for the plot- maybe he's too busy with literally everything else #his city is literally the most crime ridden city to exist #and he has to deal with rich people things #like his company #then there's watchtower and other maintanance #which I feel like he'd check over a million times in case of hackers #idk #honestly i feel like Batman does a lot and is just too overworked to realize something here #or maybe he's the one to realize and looks into it?#fun either way #oh but maybe someone should get Billy into this group #you can't tell me that the whole Champion of Magic doesn't attract attention #Maybe a nicer reveal of Billy Batson?#Or at least give him some support #the poor kid #prompts

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pedge-page · 10 months ago

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HIIIII UR LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS IN TUMBLR and ily so much 💝 i appreciate all your hard work that you poured into your writings, making them perfect to read. i've been obsessed with himbo!joel lately and i have an idea. idk if you've done this before but how ab himbo!joel and piss kink crossover? ignore this if you're feeling that you're not comfortable this ask! 🩷

Nonny, I know you submitted this back in May but this has been top of my mind for so long. When i first read this, I was ELATED because Himbo!Joel's original first draft was actually a piss kink! I went a different direction but I'm sooooo glad you've asked this because i didn't have to throw away the og after all :) Thank you for your patience and please enjoy!

Different Kind of Lovin'

Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader

warnings: Piss kink, Mommy kink, himbo!Joel, unprotected sex, peeing inside vagina, sub!Joel, dom-ish!Reader, public sex, slight somnophilia, brief piss drinking

18+ ONLY

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Joel howls as you clench around him, taking a moment to pant like a dog in heat.

He buries his nose into your neck, where it’s safe, where he belongs, as you stroke along his sweated back. “You okay, baby boy?” You coo softly into his ear.

You feel his head nod. “Mkay...” He shivers before kissing your cheek and resuming his thrusts. In, out, up, down, again and again, in ample rhythm. He’s practicing a beat today. There’s a time for wild fucking with the intent to cum his brains out, and there’s a time for slow, sensual, methodical sex, which is something he’s working so well on today.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy today."

He purrs. His hips stutter from excitement, and you feel his cock swell impossibly larger in your swollen, squelching pussy. Joel pauses briefly, collecting himself before returning to his steady pace.

“Mommy,” he hums dangerously. You turn your head to look at him, but he’s still buried into your neck. Almost as if embarrassed by something.

“What is it, baby? It’s okay, you can tell me.”

He grunts again, shaking his head. His pace falters again. Humping in quick, desperate succession. He’s straining hard, fists clenched under your upper back.

You gather his face, and he nearly loses it right there. Your eyes on him, so soft and sincere, and there for him. Always there. Whenever he needs you and whenever he wants you. Even when he doesn’t know it yet. You’re there, you’re here, you’re his.

“Tell me,” you whisper lovingly while stroking along the stubble of his beard.

He gathers his courage. “Mommy. I—um. I need…I need to pee.”

You can laugh. but a small grin cracks at your lips. “Is that it?”

He nods quickly. You realize all the clenching, and the poor rhythm was most likely due to him trying to hold it, as opposed to trying to be steady.

Your smooth calves slink along his taught ass before wrapping around, securing him to you.

“That’s okay, angel,” you nod encouragingly, using your ankles to start rocking his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you again. He moans, pleasure consuming his intuition. “You can do it inside.”

“I-Inside?”

His length pulses excitedly, but he’s trying so hard to act like that didn’t just give him a thrill. As if he can pretend he didn’t think of it before.

“Mhm. You can squirt all your juices into Mommy’s pussy. I want everything you give me. Give me your juices, Joel. Mommy wants to feel your warmth filling her. No matter what it is. Mommy will take it.”

“But—ugh fuck Mommy please don’t squeeze like that—I don’t… wanna pee myself—“

“You’re not gonna pee yourself,” you say sternly. Your hands make their way to his ass, pulling him into you at your own desired pace. He can’t be left to be in control of his desires right now, so you need to take charge, to show him it’s really okay.

To show him what he’s missing out on.

“You’re gonna squirt your piss inside me. It’s gonna be okay. It’ll feel really good honey, I promise.”

“Oh my god,” he cries. His brows are drawn tightly together as he takes your lead. His throbbing member is practically forcing out your sweet pussy juices, making way to fill it with his own brew.

You can barely see straight as he positions his knees to force himself deeper into your womb. Arching your back, Joel holds on tightly, arms tucked below your pits and hands snaked back over your shoulders as his whining increases. The room fills with your hot breaths, Joel’s throaty rasps, and the fastened slap of wet skin.

His voice catches in his throat when it happens. The tingling sensation feels free, and he releases inside of you. He can’t believe it. Can’t comprehend the feeling inside him, inside you right now. Dumping, pouring, squirting and stuffing you to the brim with his massive load of hot urine just shooting out of his cock and safely into your pussy. He never knew it could be this good. you were right, you always are of course, but to think it would amount to the level of pleasure, yet on a different end, as cumming inside you.

“That’s it—that’s my boy—ohhhh honey you had to go a lot didn’t you?” You tease, eyes rolling as you start to shake and cum around his cock. “Oh fuck! Oh baby that’s it. Keep squirting inside me. Fuck you always have big load. Always ready to fill Mommy with your sweet hot juices. Fuck Joel, keep going!”

You quiver as Joel’s mouth still is agape, watching you, having an out of bodied experience himself. He feels another stream, stronger than the last ready to make its way from his bladder to your cunt, and here it comes-- fuck yes!

Hot and wet, his urine plunges out of you in spurts, soaking your ass and the bed below. He pushes in further, feeling his balls and pelvis get soaked with his new juices that his Mommy loves so much. Why had he never peed inside you before? Given the blissed out look on your braindead face, he knows you liked it, you liked it so much. He starts thrusting again, eager to give you more of his warm juices from his body.

The squelch is phenomenal. So hot, hot, hot, sticky and wet all over. Fueled now the he still hasn’t cum. Where his piss ends and your slick begins, he can’t tell, and he loves it. Loves that he’s put something in you that couldn’t be contained, flows out like the love he fills you with each day.

You laugh off his hungry fucking again, no longer caring to practice rhythm. He can rut, hump, piss and cum to his hearts content. So long as he’s buried balls deep inside you, anything he wants to pour into you, he’s eager to put it in.

Eventually, he can’t pee anywhere comfortably unless it’s inside you. Which makes regular day to day routines… slightly more complicated than before.

Like at night, when you’re fast asleep with his cum still sticky and leaking out of you. He fists his cock and slides right in, careful not to stir you. He holds his breath and starts to go, wetting the you and the bed. He passes out in a puddle of his own piss before you can really discipline him.

He finds you without fail, whether you’re in the same house or 5 miles apart. When he needs to go, he gets hard too, and he knows only Mommy can handle that for him.

Pushes you against a wall and grinds his length against your ass. “Mommy,” he hums with a grin. “I need to go, please.”

It’s not really an ask, as he strips your pants down and pushes aside your panties, rolling his bulbous tip against your slit. He doesn’t wait for a reply. Poor thing, probably holding it in all day and doing a little funny dance as he rushed his way to find you and give you his juices.

“Have a big potty for ya today. Almost burst my juice everywhere. Got to ya just in time…”

He pushes in one go, his voice stuttering with a lazy grin. Not even a thrust later and he moaning in content as he pisses inside your hot pussy with even hotter urine. It rapidly spills and trickles down your thighs. Luckily from experience, you had known to discard and kick your pants away when he does this, so the yellow puddle of his liquid forms on the pavement below.

He grips your hips with both meaty paws, grinding his front into your ass as closely as possible. It feels best when his tip can brush along your cervix before spurting out the last of his potty.

“Joel Miller, you have made a mess of me,” you say, shaking your head with a slight smirk.

Rather than feeling any remorse, he returns your grin with an even bigger one of his own, slowly sliding down to his knees while maintaining eyes with you.

He swallows just as you lean back and spread your legs, fingers parting your folds to reveal the shiny translucent drips of his piss still wetting your cunt and down your inner legs.

“Clean me spotless, and I’ll let you piss in Mommy’s ass, and I’ll plug it all day so I keep your love warm for the next time you have to go.”

You never need to ask twice. His tongue is already lapping at your knees, between your thighs and up to your succulent, swollen, precious, pretty pussy. Sucking the little dribble on your clit. Straightening his tongue to dive deep into your entrance before flattening it, stretching your wall and making a slide so his pee and your juices can slide right into his mouth.

He smiles like a stupid, drunk, fantastic boy.

He can’t wait to put his piss in your ass next.

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dailyadventureprompts · 1 year ago

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Monsters Reimagined: Yeenoghu, Demon Lord of Insatiable Hunger

It's been some years since I did my overhaul on the lore of the gnolls and how they embody the weird de/humanization that goes on with various monsters over d&d's history. Ever since I've had more than a few folks write in asking about how I would handle the default Gnoll God Yeenoghu, who exists in a similar state of "Kill everything that ever existed" to Orcus and a good portion of the game's other late game threats, thematically flat and not really useful for building stories around.

For a while I've avoided doing this post because I thought it might skew a little too close to my personal philosophy, and risk going from simply being influenced by my views to an outright soapbox. I personally hold that despite being part of our nature hunger is the source of the majority of human cruelty, and if society and cooperation are the tools we developed to best fight against the threat of famine, it is fear of that famine that allows the powerful to control society and secure their positions of privilege.

I've also dealt with disordered eating in a prior period of my life, alternating between neglecting my body's needs and punishing myself for needing in the first place. I'm well acquainted with hunger and the hollowing effect it can have, though I'd never claim to know it so well as someone who went hungry by anything other than choice and self hatred.

Learning to love food again saved saved my life. The joy of eating, of feeling whole and nourished, yes, but there was also the joy of making: of experimenting, improving, providing, being connected to a great tradition of cultivation which has guided our entire species.

If I was going to talk about an evil god of hunger, I was going to have to touch on all of that, and now that it's out in the open I can continue with a more thematic and narrative discussion on the beast of butchery below the cut.

What's wrong: Going by the default lore, there's not much that really separates Yeenoghu from any other chaotic evil mega-boss. He wants to kill everything in vicious ways, and encourages his followers to do the same. He's there so that the evil clerics can have someone to pray to because the objectively good gods are on the party's side and wouldn't help a bunch of cannibalistic slavers.

This is boring, we've done this song and dance before, and the only reason that there are so many demon lords/evil gods/archdevils like this is because the bioessentialism baked into the older editions of the game's lore was also a theological essentialism, and that every group had to have their own gods which perfectly embodied their ethos and there was no crossover whatsoever, themes be damned.

Normally I'd do a whole section about "what can be salvaged" from an old concept, but we're scraping the bottom of the barrel right from the inset. Likewise my trick of combining multiple bits of underwritten d&d mythology to make a sturdier concept isn't going to work as most of d&d's other gods of hunger or famine are similar levels of paper thin.

How do we fix it: I want Yeenoghu to be the opposite of the path I found myself on, a hunger so great and so painful that it percludes happiness, cooperation, or even rational thought. Hunger not as a sumptuous hedonistic gluttony but a hollowing emptiness that compels violence and desperation. More than just psychopathic slaughter and gore, it is becalmed sailors drinking seawater to quench their thirst, the urban poor mixing sawdust and plaster into their food because their wages are not enough to afford grain.

This is where we get the idea of Yeenoghu as an enemy of society, not because violence is antithical to society ( I think we've learned by now how structured violence can really be) but because society fundamentally breaks down when it can't take care of the people who provide its foundations. Contrast the Beast of Butchery with one of my other favourite villainous famine spirits: Caracalla the grim trader, who embodies scarcity as a form of profit and control in to Yeenoghu's scarcity as suffering.

Into this we can also add the idea of the hungry dead, ghouls yes but also vampires, anything cursed with an eternal existence and appetites it no longer has the ability to sate. A large number of cultures across the world share the idea that the dead cannot rest while they are starving, which is why we leave offerings of food by their graves or pour out a glass to the ones we lost along the way.

On that topic, there's also a scrap of lore involving Doresain god of ghouls, who has been depicted as an on and off servant of Yeenoghu. Since I'm already remaking the mythology, I'd have Doresain act as a sort of saint or herald for the demon lord, the wicked but still partially reasonable entity who can villain monolog before the feral and all consuming demon god shows up.

Summing it all up: Yeenoghu isn't a demon you wittingly worship, it's a demon that claims you, marks you as its mouthpiece and through you seeks to consume more of the world. It gives you just enough strength to keep on living, keep on suffering, keep on filling that hole in your belly and feed it in turn.

The greatest of these mouthpieces is Doresain, an elf of ancient times who's unearthly hungers elevated him to demigod status. Known as the knawbone king, he dwells within a dread domain of the shadowfell, and is sought out only for his ability to intercede with the maw-fiend's rampages.

Signs: Unnaturally persistent hunger pangs, excessive drool and gurgling stomach noises, the growth of extra teeth in the mouth, stomachs splitting open into mouths.

Symbols: An animal with three jaws, a three tailed flail or spiked whip. A crown of knawed bones (Doresain)

Titles: Beast of butchery, the maw fiend, the knawing god

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#monsters reimagined #fiend #yeenoghu #undead #deity

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starrystormwritings · 2 years ago

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Regulus Black x Slytherin! Potter! Reader

A/n: This had no plot as I began writing it I had no idea what I was doing and just winged it. I'm desperately looking for requests because I have no ideas at the moment lol. Anyway this is my first time writing anything Harry Potter/ Marauders so if anything is ooc let me know and bare with me <3

Summery: You and Regulus have been keeping your relationship secret from fear of your brother and his friends approval.

Warnings: Swearing, judgment, a little ooc (James and Sirius come across kind of mean I cant lie), reader is James's sister but no mention of their parents or appearance so you can imagine being adopted.

Word Count: 2367

(NOT MY GIF)

"Hey guys!" I said with a smile, taking a seat next to my brother and his friends at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Why were you talking to him?" James asked me with a frown, my brother has forever hated the Slytherin house and as much as I can't blame him when I see the way that some of them act I also feel as if I need to defend them, seeming as it is my house.

James was devastated when the sorting hat placed me in Slytherin.

He spent weeks arguing with Professor Mcgonigal about how it was wrong and how I needed a do over because there is no way his 'good hearted and kind little sister could be one of those snakes'

I'd be lying if I said it didn't sting a little, I fit in with the other Slytherins in my year and made friends easily. I stayed away from the ones who shared the likes and opinions of people like Snape because I couldn't bring myself to be friends with people with such hurtful and outdated views.

But a lot of the people I met were nice and friendly.

But James would refuse to ever see that.

"I was taking to him because he's my friend, and we were walking to breakfast together." I said with a roll of my eyes, leaning over to grab myself some food.

"You are not friends with that snake." James said with a look of disgust.

He went to continue his complaints but Sirius cut him off.

"Evan Rosier is one of my brothers friends. Stay away from him." He said with a frown glaring over at the Slytherin table over my shoulder.

"Well even though he is your brothers friend he's also mine. I know shocking crossover for you. He's a nice guy, we do potions study sessions together and he's helped me with charms. He's a nice enough guy." I shook my head at Sirius with a frown, fed up of having the same conversation again and again.

"He's a pure blood Y/n." James said with a frown.

"And so are we, and Sirius." I said with a chuckle, looking to Remus for help but he just looked straight back down at his book.

"Yeah but we're not like them. They're mean and well snakes." James said, trying to keep his voice down despite his growing annoyance.

"They're family's made them like that. Not everyone could get away like Sirius luckily did. Evans a nice enough guy, and if he wasn't you know I'd stop talking to him."

"Yeah but-" James started before I cut him off.

"Remus help me here please." I sighed looking over at Remus pleadingly as he gave me a 'keep me out of this' look.

"Guys leave her alone, she can be friends with who she wants to be." He offered me a small smile before looking back down at his book "Now leave me out of this I'm trying to study."

"Fine fine. Anyway do you guys want to head to the library to pull a prank, I was thinking we could hex the books to make them scream if you fold the paper. Will probably make some people jump out of their skin." James said with a laugh, elbowing Sirius to hype him up about this stupid idea.

"As stupid as that sounds I need to study and since all the books in the library will be screaming I think I'll go to my dorm, I'll see you guys later." I smiled at my friends, waving at them as I stood up.

They all said they're goodbyes in return as I walked out of the hall.

I could feel a familiar Slytherins eyes on me as I left, slowing my pace down in the corridor as I heard the same familiar footsteps approaching me.

"Guess who?" He said from behind me with a chuckle, covering my eyes with his hands.

"Judging from this very shaky blindfold I'm gonna guess Regulus." I said with a laugh, turning around to face the smiling boy.

His hair was still messy despite his obvious efforts to style it, he grinned at me with that stupid lopsided smile you wouldn't expect from him if you were anyone else passing him in the corridor. A stern unemotional expression usually painting his face if he was around anyone else.

My relationship with Regulus started a few months ago when he caught me on the verge of throwing a book at some seventh years who were laughing at me over something so stupid I can't even remember what it was anymore.

He'd told them to piss off and then sat next to me, we spoke for a bit and despite my efforts to brush him off due to Sirius's warnings I couldn't help but be encapsulated by him.

Next thing I knew we were having secret meetings in empty dorms and broom closets.

"How's my favourite girl?" He asked, planting a small kiss on my forehead.

I swatted him away, taking a step to the side. I began walking again, him following close behind.

"What're you doing, someone could've saw." I said with a roll of my eyes, looking for a quite corner or broom cupboard we could duck into to talk.

"Why do you care, we have every right to speak to each other." He said with a groan, he'd been fed up of the secrecy for a while.

He was a private person, and it wasn't like he was looking for a relationship with heavy PDA but the secrecy was beginning to bother Regulus. Just the other day the head of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team asked me on a date to Hogsmead and Regulus just stood there biting his tongue as this guy just continued to flirt out of the excuses I was giving him.

He just wants people to know we are in a relationship, or at least see us together so often they don't bother asking.

But I wouldn't even let him speak to me in public.

"No we don't. I just think spent breakfast getting lectured about walking with Evan. I still haven't lived down when James saw me laugh at a joke Barty made the other week, and that's because they're friends with you. It would cause a war if James and Sirius found out we were together." I frowned at him as we slipped into a quiet corner of the castle.

He stood as close to me as he could and I found myself looking around to check no one was looking.

He put his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him, taking all my attention away from worrying and onto him.

"I know your worried but I couldn't care less. What're you so scared of? James is your brother he's not going to hate you." He brushed a piece of hair out of my face and behind my ear as he spoke, leaving his hand to linger on the side of my face.

"Sirius is your brother and he seems to hate you." He frowned at that, taking his hand away and stepping back.

I quickly realised what I said, reaching out for his hand and pulling him close to me again.

"I'm sorry, that was mean. I didn't mean that. I just mean me and James have always been so close and I don't want that to change. I love him so much and I love Sirius and Remus and Peter so much as well. I can't loose them over something like this. But I can't loose you either, so if keeping this a secret is the only way I can keep all of you that's what I want to do." I gave him a small smile, holding my breath as I waited for him to respond, hoping he'd just drop the whole conversation.

"Okay I understand. More dates in broom cupboards it is." His hand returned to my face and I giggled lightly.

I looked up at his face with a smile taking in everything about him as I did so.

He was just so perfect I couldn't understand how anybody could hate him.

He leant down to plant a soft kiss on my lips, leaving me breathless despite the chasteness of it.

I smiled at him completely entranced by how amazing he was.

"What the fuck."

Sirius voice made me jump, pulling me out of the daydream I was in as I moved away from Regulus, trying to come up with some sort of explanation.

"Sirius I can explain."

"Explain what? Explain how your kissing my brother? Explain how your betraying me, one of your closest friends? Sure Y/n I'd love a fucking explanation." He glared at me with a look I'd never really seen from him before.

Betrayal.

"I just,,, Sirius." I couldn't think of an excuse, I looked between the two brothers as I weighed my options. I didn't have many "Sirius I love him. Please just let me love him. Don't be angry or turn it into something, please don't bring James into this. Please." I looked at him with pleading eyes as I felt Regulus's hand touch my shoulder comfortingly.

"Take your fucking hand off her." Sirius said with a glare, causing Regulus to back away from me. "How could you do this to me, to James. He cares about you so much he's trying to protect you from people like him. But I guess we were wrong you really are just a snake."

His words stung as I just looked at him speechless.

"Don't speak to her like that, none of this is her fault. What happens between me and you is between me and you, not her." Regulus said, stepping up to his brother.

"You don't get to talk to me like that, your the one in the wrong here not me. That's the way it always is." Sirius said, glaring daggers at him before giving me another hurt look and turning to walk away.

"Your the one who left me! Not the other way around." Regulus said, voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Sirius stopped for a second before continuing to storm off without turning back around.

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The next morning I walked to breakfast with Barty and Evan on my one side and Regulus on my other, holding my hand with a small smile.

Despite the drama of yesterday and the sinking feeling I had all night the weight of the secret had been lifted off both of our chests and it was nice to be able to be together in public without worrying.

I glanced over at the Gryffindor table, hoping to take my usual seat.

I saw the eyes of mine and Regulus's brother staring at me with daggers. I went to take a step towards them, dropping Regulus's hand but Sirius took the book that Remus was reading and slammed it into the empty seat next to him. Earning an annoyed and disapproving look from Remus who then looked up at me with a supportive smile.

I offered him a small smile back before sighing at the other boy's behaviour.

Regulus noticed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading me over to the Slytherin table.

I focused my attention back on my friends as Barty continued telling some crude joke, trying to cheer me up a little.

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"I'm sure they'll come around. He's your brother, he loves you." Regulus said whilst running a hand through my hair.

We were cuddling on the floor of a study room in the library, surrounded by books as we chatted and helped each other with potions homework.

"It's been three weeks and the only one of them that's spoken to me is Remus and that's only when we bump into each other. James is avoiding me like the plague, Sirius looks like he's about to kill me and Peters afraid to talk to me as if he'll get excommunicated as well if he does." I sighed, scribbling the notes I was writing out since I'd gotten distracted and lost what I was trying to write.

"They're just adjusting, this is new information they just need time." He kissed my forehead before leaning down to kiss my lips properly, causing me to smile again.

A cough from the door broke us apart.

"Am I intruding?" He asked, leaning against the door frame with a frown.

"James! Hi, your speaking to me?" I said with a small smile, getting out of Regulus's hug and onto my feet, walking over to him.

Regulus looked back down at his book, pretending to study and not listen to the conversation.

"I figured we should talk, I think this is the longest we've ever been apart. I just wanted to clear the air I guess." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

"I'm still beyond angry at you though, how could you date someone like him and not tell me." He said with a sigh, pinching his nose.

"Someone like him? I'm so fed up of you speaking about my friends and boyfriend like they're these evil people before you've even met them! He's a loving, caring, sweet boy who I love and who loves me. He just happens to come from a shitty family with shitty ideals. The exact same one your best friend comes from may I add. I'm sorry I kept this a secret from you, I was scared of what your reaction would be and obviously I had a right to be. But I will not apologise for being with him and loving him because I have every right to. I want nothing more than for us to be close again and to hang out like we were but if you can't deal with this then I'm sorry but I'm not going to break up with him over it, so it's you that's going to loose me." I watched his face, searching for some reaction but there wasn't one.

The room went silent for a second as James just stood there staring at me.

"Alright." He said, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

"Alright?"

"Alright. Your important to me, I can learn to get over it. No matter how gross it makes me feel."

I chuckled lightly and hugged him, feeling like a weight had been taken off my shoulders knowing we weren't fighting anymore.

"Are you going to introduce me to lover boy then?" He asked with a strained laugh.

He was trying his best.

#marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter #regulus black #regulus black x reader #x reader #fanfiction #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era

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te4k3ttle · 10 months ago

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I desperately need someone to write a Sam and Max and columbo crossover fic where they both work on the same case for some reason and Sam and columbo get into long winded excessive conversation and every time columbo mentions his wife Sam comes back at it with some fun fact about Max and while all this is happening Max is just wandering around in his usual fashion doing god knows what please PLEASE someone hear my plea

#sam and max #sam & max #freelance husbands #columbo #may this reach the target audience of like three people me included

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tawked · 25 days ago

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It bums me out that no Batman / TMNT crossover will ever give me what I want, because the versions of these characters I actually want to see interact don't really exist in the cultural consciousness now. I want this hyperspecific thing and to see it I'd have to write a fanfiction nobody wants to read lol.

I want end of the Eastman and Laird original 1984 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comics Master Splinter specifically to interact with "my Robins are my soldiers in my war on crime" loser Frank Miller and peak Jeph Loeb Batman specifically.

Master Splinter was originally commentary on the kind of fatherhood presented in Frank Miller's comics. Most specifically Daredevil's Stick yes, but Frank Miller repeats those notes more directly with Batman (and famously, fucks up his own meme with All Star lol). That is, this kind of emotionally distant, unexpressive, toxic father you are desperate to impress, but who struggles to show real emotions and mostly communicates with you through expectations, discipline and clumsy emotional moments. A very 1980s kind of dad. Y'know,

So!

1984 Splinter very explicitly raises the turtles for his war of revenge against the Shredder / The Foot, just as Stick raises Matt as a replacement not-quite-father for a war against The Hand, and as Batman raises an assortment of Robins and Batgirls for his war against the concept of crime.

Except Splinter and the boys are allowed to sit in that concept and develop for a decade.

Batman and Daredevil are sort of retconned or refocused away from this concept again and again. So many different Batman exist that the Frank Miller Batman is lost in the hustle. See, Batman needs to be marketable as a hero and as part of a very different kind of comic book product, maintaining his marketability means never quite allowing him to become impossible to root for. In wrestling terms, Batman is a face that plays in heel tropes, but you're never allowed to take him to the point where he's really all the way a heel. Batman specifically has always, or at least since 1954, been read subtextually as in conversation with the concept of child abuse, and playing too hard into "Robins and soldiers" would of course invite that reading, so it's something writers and editors (most notably Denny O'Neil as editor) tiptoe up to, then run away from, like

The same is debatably true of Splinter, but turtles is a by-and-for comic fans, post-Marvel situation. That is to say, the people handling the franchise know a reboot MUST be a clean break or you'll end up in a Post-Crisis or Flashpoint or whatever situation, or the nightmare of inconsistency that Marvel can spiral into.

Hence:

You can never mistake the Splinters. Splinter in fact becomes an immediate visual indicator that this turtles run is totally divorced, set in a different reality from, other turtles incarnations.

1984 Splinter as a distinct character was allowed to inhabit this concept of a bad revenge war on injustice dad for a decade or so, and his Robins, the turtles, matured to have their own complex understandings of their childhood, ie. Donatello simply maturing away from Splinter's concept of his future while still loving his dad, Leonardo's Cyclops like faith, Raphael's "they hurt us so we must hurt them" cycle of revenge approach, blah blah blah. At one point, Splinter "loses" his sons, has a major crises of faith, and is compelled by a spooky rat god to eat another rat, thus violating his Buddhist principles, symbolizing that he must compromise in order to survive both as an individual and within family with the turtles.

Batman never has that kind of moment. He's just slowly edited away from it. We don't revisit Batman punching Dick in the way we revisit Splinter raising his babies for war.

I don't want to see 2003, 2012 or ROTTMNT Splinter interact with Batman because I don't care. They have nothing interesting to say to each other. 2003 and 2012 would just be like, "consider being a better father because you suck at it," and ROTTMNT Splinter would be like "lol I pretend I don't know my sons' names as like a weird affection thing, bro you should do that with the Robins it'd really piss them off."

I want to see specifically late arc 1984 Splinter, at the point where the turtles have begun maturing into their own people and forming complex opinions about Splinter's raising them to be weapons, interact specifically with Frank Miller edgy "Robins as soldiers" Batman, and for 1984 Splinter to be like listen bro I've been where you are and trust me the kids are not alright, you need to chill out.

Anyway I really think Batman fans should read some turtles personally lol. As a franchise, turtles comics are such rad commentaries on comics tropes like this, while being actual stories in their own right.

#comics #comic art #tmnt #mirage tmnt #batman #dc #dc comics #mirage studios #master splinter

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theweepingangelofcas · 7 months ago

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Heyoo, I read a few of your works recently and I'm already looking forward with your future blogs 🖤 and it says requests are still open soooooo

I don't know if you write crossovers or whatnot, but can I request for a William Moriarty one shot where he met his s/o who's similar to Dazai from BSD and they kinda clicked? Then he learned about her past doings and tries to understand her goodwill to change.

If not then, alternatively, how about a request for a William Moriarty one shot where he finally met his match, as in her intelligence is in par with him?

Thank you in advance ❤ and have a great day/night (wherever you are lol)

I LOVE Bungo Stray Dogs! Dazai, in particular, is my favorite. I decided to interpret this as a reader who has a similar mindset to Dazai (both the irl author and the character). Fair warning: As with anything Dazai related, this fic heavily leans into the concept of mental health and suicide. Please do not read if this is harmful to your mental health. Stay safe, my loves.

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Troubled - William Moriarty x DazaiLike! Reader

You met him while you were still young.

Barely 13, just past the point of womanhood. Starving, alone, cold. You and your little gang of poor, hungry kids had gotten desperate. You all became a gang of thieves.

But, you had gotten too cocky. Too exhausted. Too hungry. You had been caught with your hand in a man's back pocket, looking for a wallet he hadn't been carrying with him.

When he looked back at you, a few things in particular became very clear.

This was no man. This was a boy, barely older than you.

His eyes were red. The kind of red that would send beasts running off in fright. You were mystified by them.

He wasn't angry.

From there, things didn't go how you expected them to go.

This boy was obviously a noble. That was why you had targeted him in the first place. After all, noble men had the most money to spare compared to the lower class people around you. Why deprive someone of something they need, when you can take a little bit from a person who had everything?

That was what you had explained to him when he asked why you chose him on that particular afternoon.

You weren't put in chains, as you thought you would have been. No, instead you were guided into a carriage, a family crest proudly emblazed on its door.

"You're... a Moriarty?"

You had seen the story in the paper a month ago. A family home, gone up in smoke. Only three of the people inside had survived, all of them being children.

He nodded, "Yes. My name is William."

He sat you down next to another boy in the carriage, this time a brunette, who could have only been 4 years your senior at most, "And I am Albert."

He turned to William, "Now tell me, brother, why this one?"

A spike of fear struck you at that moment. You had heard terrible things happening to girls like you. Your hand flew to the door, but William stopped you, "Relax, now. This isn't what you think."

The two went on to explain to you a rather complex plan. One that would involve loyal footsoldiers to help carry it out. And you, and your little band of thieves, would become one of them.

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Your time on the streets hadn't entirely left you unscarred. Nightmares plagued you at night. The things you had to do, the horrid things you'd seen... It was all too much. And though you trusted the three brothers, you didn't want to trouble them with your sick mind.

This led you down the rabbit hole, to suicide.

It wasn't a 100% intent. No, this was passive. You weren't seeking death, no. But, if a situation got a little hairy, you weren't afraid to put yourself in harms way. When Mr. Moran joined the group, you seemed to relish in the sight of his pistols.

That was when your casual intention became your number one goal.

Thankfully, William was there just in time.

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The pistol was cold in your hands.

Having honed your stealth years ago, sneaking into Moran's quarters was easy. The man was a drunk, after all. It was all too simple to open the wooden chest stashed in his wardrobe, and pick your preferred metallic poison.

So now, here you were. Outside the manor, sitting in the gardens. You'd hate to get the indoor carpeting dirty. Goodness knows Louis works hard enough to keep it clean.

The dirt will take away most of the mess, your life essence oozing into the ground to hopefully do some act of good.

Oh, it's cold in your mouth too. You hadn't thought of that yet. You can feel the rim of the barrel clicking against one of your teeth.

Freedom is so tantalizingly close...

"Give it to me, y/n."

God. Fucking. Damn. It.

You turned to him, gun now in your lap, "William! So nice to see you."

If he hadn't just caught you about to end your life, he would have thought you were overjoyed to see him. He knew it was an act.

"Likely story. Sebastian told me. Give it. Now."

You rolled your eyes, "He was asleep! Snoring like hell too! There's no way-"

"He was in the military before all this, y/n. Any noise entering his quarters wakes him up immediately. He's a good actor when he needs to be."

Frustrated, the smile dropped, being replaced with a bit of a grimace. You tossed the weapon to William's feet, and he looked at you as though you were made of glass.

You hated it.

"You noblemen and your hatred of us common folks. To think I trusted you..."

"You are more than aware I don't hate those less fortunate."

You scoffed, "Yeah? Then why do you look at me like that?!" You gestured to his disappointed face, "You knew I'd do something to make you hate me. You knew it."

"I knew you were getting worse."

You paused, anger dying down, "You... You knew I wanted to-"

"Take your own life? The signs were obvious, y/n?"

"I hid it! I hid it so well my own troupe couldn't tell!" The thought of those kids you helped raise brought tears to your eyes, "How in the hell could you tell?"

His face changed, then. A sad smile emerged. He stooped down, taking the pistol into his hands. But when he stood, you felt your blood run cold.

He had pressed it to his own temple, his finger lingering dangerously on the trigger.

"William-!"

"You think you're alone in this abyss, y/n?" In the moonlight, you couldn't help but find yourself captivated by his eyes again. They seemed to glow crimson, glinting light much like the weapon in his hand.

"All of us here have our own battles. Sebastian screams out for his war friends on a weekly basis. Louis still has periods where he feels like his heart is failing him. And me? Well..."

He lowered it to his side, "You can guess."

This broke your stony, angry exterior. When he finally walked close to you, all you could do was fall into his arms.

"This life... It's so unfair. It doesn't feel worth it anymore, Will."

You felt him nod against your forehead, "I know. But this will pass. Everything passes eventually. And I will help you hold on until it does."

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukuko no moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x you #albert james moriarty #james moriarty x reader #moriarty imagine #moriarty x you #moriarty x reader

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