#properly continuing to clown

[magnusbae]

A short writing challenge with @cuubism the challenge was for her to manage to write 100-200 words and no more and for me to write at all xD So here's mine, the prompt words cuubism gave me were " Social Media AU" and "First Meeting Offline" they both have pretty successful but very different social media accounts :)

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Hob was nothing like Morpheus had expected him to be. For starters, there’s no neon colors to be seen anywhere. Nor is there an idiotic smile nor accent. He looks….

“More ordinary than you had expected?” Hob smiles cheekily and there, finally, Morpheus recognizes the man who dared to challenge him. “You on the other hand,” Hob checks him out from head to toe “look exactly as I had imagined you.”

Morpheus snorts.

“What? Really. Look at you, you’re exactly what you sound like.”

“I use a voice reader in my videos, you do realize, yes?”

Hob waves his hand dismissively “Not the point” and then with yet another dazzling grin he steps closer to Morpheus and offers his head “Nice to meet you, Dream.” He says the name like it’s a secret between the both of them, and not an username half a million people know.

Morpheus purses his lips tighter, standing taller and looking down at Hob, he’s pleased with his own choice to wear the tallest pair of boots he has. He takes Hob’s hand only after making an eye contract and asserting that Hob is well aware of who’s holding the higher ground.

“My pleasure.” He says.

“Let’s have a fun date~” Hob responds jovially.

Morpheus wonders if it was a wise decision to agree to meet a stranger for a date just to prove a point— though, he’ll surely find out, soon.

“Let’s begin.”

[keraawrites]

Too cute

Summary: Armin wasn't your usual type, but he was too cute to pass up. ۶ৎ Armin x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Kind of talk him through it, tongue piercing, unprotected sex, semi-public, oral (Male receiving), missionary, slight choking, soft boy Armin

Word count — 6.3k (I just get carried away)

You giggled at whatever shit Connie was spewing—boy could talk for days, but he always had you weak with laughter. You hummed, soft and lazy, as Mikasa’s nails dragged gently against your scalp, fingers slipping between your braids while your head rested comfortably in her lap.

“Connie, you need to lay off the weed, man. What is Eren feeding you?”

“Oh, piss off with that shit. My weed is way better than that dickhead’s,” he shot back.

Eren smacked the back of his buzzed head just as he passed you his blunt, the two of them bickering like always. You giggled again, more out of habit than anything, and sat up with a stretch, tugging at your little mini skirt that refused to stay put.

Mikasa had just turned 18 yesterday, and true to her chill ass nature, she kept her party small—just her closest circle. Backyard lights strung up like a soft halo above everyone, music low, vibe mellow.

The beat changed to something slower, R&B humming through the speakers, and you grabbed a paper plate off the patio table, fixing yourself some chips and dip before flopping down into a lawn chair.

You squinted your eyes as you caught a glimpse of him. Standing by the sliding glass door, half in the shadows, blonde, baby-faced, too pretty for his own good. He looked fresh-pressed in a soft blue hoodie and jeans, sipping a Sprite like he was scared the can would explode.

Armin. Eren’s little genius friend.

You knew of him, of course. You’d seen him in the halls, always head down in a book or trailing behind Eren. Heard he was crazy smart, polite as hell. Not your usual type—not loud, not bold, not a clown like Connie—but something about that shy, always-looking-but-never-speaking energy had your curiosity piqued.

You popped a chip into your mouth, chewing slow, eyes still locked on him. He looked your way and immediately looked away, ears turning hella red. That made you grin.

You pulled at the short-haired brunette as she walked by you, "Hey Mika. That's you and Eren's friend, right? Armin?"

She hummed as she waved at him, the blonde sent a small wave back at the birthday girl before he accepted another drink from Eren.

"Yeah, we grew up together, but he was always closer to Eren."

You continued to watch the blonde, the way he conversed with the taller brunette. He looked almost calm, conveying what he was like at school.

"He cute."

Mikasa blinked at you, confused for a second like she didn’t register what you said. But then her mouth curled into a knowing little chuckle.

“You serious?”

You shrugged, pretending it was nothing. “He got that awkward pretty boy thing goin’ for him. Look like he smell good.”

“He does, actually,” Mikasa said through a laugh. “Real clean. I think he uses lavender lotion.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, biting another chip. “I like that.”

You could feel Mikasa’s stare, but you didn’t bother to look. You already knew she was smirking.

“Don’t mess with him too hard,” she warned playfully. “He’s soft.”

“I’ll be gentle,” you teased.

Some time had passed since you noticed the blonde; he was still entertaining Eren —well, trying to entertain Eren as he nursed whatever was in that cup.

You got tired of waiting, you didn’t overthink it. Just stood up, let your skirt ride as it pleased, and strolled across the yard until you stood before him.

"Eren, you gonna introduce me to your friend?"

Eren blinked, mid-sip, before a grin stretched across his face.

“Oh shit. That’s right. Armin, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Armin. Be nice.”

You cocked a brow. “I’m always nice.”

Armin chuckled under his breath, then immediately looked like he regretted it. He cleared his throat, standing a little straighter.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Nice to meet you… properly.”

You tilted your head. “Yeah. I’ve seen you around.”

“I—I know. You’re usually with Sasha and Mikasa.”

“Mmhmm. And you’re usually hiding behind Eren’s loud ass.”

He smiled, embarrassed but not offended. “Guilty.”

You reached over, plucked his cup right from his hand, and took a slow sip—eyes locked on his the whole time. “This just juice?”

He nodded, clearly flustered. “Y-Yeah. I don’t drink much.”

You stepped just a little closer, your fingers lightly brushing his as you gave back the cup. “You know,” you murmured, voice low, “you don’t gotta stand over here all night.”

Armin glanced toward Eren like he was looking for backup. Eren just smirked into his drink and raised his brows.

You tilted your head, eyes soft but playful. “Come sit with me.”

Armin swallowed. “O-Okay.”

You led the way back to your seat, feeling his steps behind you, hearing the quiet thud of his shoes on the grass. You flopped back into the lawn chair, patting the empty one next to you.

“So, Armin,” you drawled, propping your elbow on the armrest, “what’s a sweet boy like you doing hangin’ with Eren’s crazy ass?”

The blonde chuckled as he looked over at his friends, "We've known each other since we were kids."

You hummed as you poped another chip in your mouth. Your eyes focused back on him but you noticed that his eyes lingered on your lips as you continued to snack on your chips.

"You want one?"

Armin blinked, slightly taken back by your question, he was slighty startled, like you'd caught him red-handed staring. “O-Oh! Uh—sure.”

His fingers brushed yours as he reached into the bag, carefully taking just one chip like you’d handed him something precious. He popped it into his mouth and chewed shyly, eyes flicking away like he didn’t know where to look.

"You don't have to be shy around me, I don't bite."

His cheeks flushed pink as he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly. “Sorry.”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head. “Don’t apologise.”

The blonde smiled soflty at you, he couldn't lie. You were the prettiest girl in school and he had seen you around more times than he can count.

You weren't head cheerleader or president but you had your own aura that made you popular. Even before you started hanging out with Mikasa and the others.

Armin couldn't help but look over your choice of clothing for the night. He belived girls called those skirts tutu skirts. It looked really good on you, the white looked angelic across your rich brown skin and if he remembered correctly underneath the hoodie you stole from Connie you were wearing a black off the shoulder top.

You were a vision, and you were talking to him. Why? He didn't understand, but he didn't care.

“So…” you leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand, “Are you always this quiet, or is it just ‘cause you’re sitting next to me?”

Armin let out a shaky little laugh, scratching at the back of his neck. “I, um… I guess I’m just not great at talking to… people like you.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “People like me?”

His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the internal alarm bells going off. “N-No! Not like—that sounded bad, I didn’t mean it like—”

You reached out and gave his knee a light tap, laughing softly. “Relax, Minnie. I’m messin’ with you.”

Minnie? Huh.

The blonde exhaled, slouching just a little as he ran a hand through his soft blonde hair. “Right… yeah. Okay.”

The music kept playing in the background, mellow beats and soft vocals wrapping around the backyard like a blanket. You both sat in a little bubble of calm, Eren and Connie’s voices still arguing off near the grill, Mikasa swaying slightly to the music by the table.

You leaned back in your chair, gazing at Armin out the corner of your eye. “So, tell me, genius boy,” you teased lightly, “what do you even do for fun when you’re not glued to a book or Eren’s hip?”

Armin gave a small, shy smile. “I like reading… learning new things, I guess. I help out at the library sometimes.”

You smiled, loving the way the blush on his cheeks grew. Tilting your head, you watched as he began to fiddle with the string on his hoodie, a sign that he was becoming more nervous by the second.

You leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping lower. “Y’know… you’re kinda cute when you get all flustered like that.”

Armin nearly choked on his drink, coughing softly as his eyes shot wide. “O-Oh—thank you! I mean—you too! Your really pretty."

"You think I'm pretty?"

His eyes widened as he continued to stutter, you decided to lay off the blonde for now.

"Okay, Minnie, I'll lay off." You giggled as you sat in the glow of the string lights, watching him as he slowly gathered the nerve to meet your gaze again. His eyes were warm, a little nervous, but definitely intrigued.

“Hey, Armin,” you murmured, leaning forward just enough to brush your knee against his. “We should hang out sometime. Just us.”

His jaw practically dropped. “R-Really?”

You gave him a wink. “Really.”

Armin’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he finally managed, “Y-Yeah. Yeah! I’d… I’d like that.”

You smiled, standing slowly and smoothing down your skirt, feeling his eyes follow your every move. “Good. You’ve got my number, right?”

He nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. “I—I can get it from Eren.”

“Perfect.” You flashed him one last grin before turning, your hips swaying as you walked away.

Armin stayed frozen in his chair, cheeks flushed, heart racing, Sprite can trembling slightly in his hand.

The days at school were different for the blonde. You had become what seemed to be a permenant fixture in his life since the party two weeks ago. Where he was there you were.

In the cafeteria, you sat across from him, popping fries in your mouth and giggling at whatever dumbass joke Connie cracked. In class, you’d swing by his desk to tap his shoulder, flashing him that signature grin before sauntering off like you hadn’t just sent his heartbeat into overdrive. Between periods, you were posted up at his locker, leaning back with that casual confidence, waiting on him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

People had started noticing to, the whispers in the halls between classes were loud, people wondering when and how someone like Armin ever became on your radar.

But he was used to it, he's been Eren's best friend since before they could walk and people always wondered how they were still close.

Armin had been sitting in the library trying to finish off an essay he wanted to hand in early but he kept getting bombarded by texts.

Minnie?

Where are you?

Sorry, I'm just finishing off an essay.

This was also a new thing, you’d constantly message or call him, he wasn’t complaining. Not at all, Armin loved the fact that you always messaged him first, loved how you’d always ask him what he was up to when you weren’t with him.

Armin watched as the bubbles popped up on the screen but then left. His brows furrowed not understanding the knot that quickly formed in his stomach as your text didn't come right away.

He tried to concentrate, put his focus back on his essay, but it all but failed. He knawed at his lip, foot tapping out of anxiety as his eyes continuously darted towards his phone waiting for a text.

“Minnie.”

His head snapped up.

There you were, leaning over his table, eyes sparkling beneath the library’s dull lights. You set your hands on the back of the chair across from him, tilting your head.

“We just got that essay today,” you said, lips curling into a half-smile. “Why’re you stressing?”

“I… I just wanted to get ahead,” he mumbled, already feeling heat creep up his neck. “I didn’t wanna fall behind.”

You pulled the chair out and dropped into it with a dramatic sigh, kicking your feet up on the side of his chair. “Minnie, baby… you’ve been ahead since the second day of school. You’re allowed to chill sometimes, y’know.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, gaze dropping back to his paper. “I just don’t wanna disappoint anyone.”

That made you pause.

“Disappoint who, exactly?” you asked, voice soft but a little sharp.

“…myself, I guess.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push. Instead, you leaned forward, chin resting on your folded arms, watching him with that playful glint.

"Come on, I'm hungry, and then you're taking me home."

Armin blinked. “W-Wait, what?”

You sat up, already pulling your phone out and standing like the conversation was done. “You heard me. I’m not walking in this heat.

He fumbled to close his laptop and shove it into his bag, his heart hammering. “You didn’t even ask—”

“You would’ve said yes anyway,” you cut in with a grin, already walking backward toward the door. “Besides, you owe me for showing up to find you buried in that essay like a grandpa.”

“I—that’s not—” he started, but the way you raised an eyebrow had him shutting right up and trailing after you like a puppy.

The hallway was quiet as you stepped out of the library. You fell into stride beside him, close enough that your arm brushed his every couple steps.

"Oh, hush, you know I'm just messin'" the blonde bit his lip softly, the air between you two was quiet but not awkward as you walked out to his car.

You raised your brows softly as he opened the passenger door for you.

He’d barely made it to the driver’s side when two familiar shapes came into view.

“Yo, we looked for you in the library but—” Connie grinned as he spotted you in the passenger seat, eyes gleaming. “Damn, Min. Got plans, huh?”

You waved from inside the car, all teeth. Connie elbowed Eren who didn’t even try to hide his smug look.

“Didn’t mean to cockblock, bro,” Eren teased.

Armin’s face flushed. “It’s not even—”

“Go home, Eren,” you interrupted, waving again, voice sweet but dismissive. “We’ll see you Monday.”

The guys exchanged a laugh and dapped Armin up before disappearing back down the lot. He sighed, sliding into the driver’s seat as you giggled next to him.

You fiddled with his music, gasping softly when one of your songs came on as you sang to it softly. Armin couldn't help but glance at you as he continued to drive.

"Minnie?"

His eyes snapped forward. “Y–Yeah?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

He blinked. “Um… I was gonna study.”

You shook your head immediately. “Nope. Come over. I’m having a cookout and I want you to come.”

Armin glanced at you again, startled. “You want me to come?”

You gave him a look. “Of course. You don’t want to?”

“No—no! I do! I mean… yeah. I’ll come.”

“Good,” you said, settling back into your seat, pleased. “Don’t let me down, Minnie.”

He grinned to himself, hands tight on the wheel as he fought the smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride, just let the music play and your fingers tap against your thigh in time with the beat.

Armin didn't get why this was happening to him but he sure as hell weren't gonna question it. He''d choose you over studying any time.

Armin had fixed his shirt a dozen times, ran his fingers through his hair so much-- he knew that shit was messy now.

But his nerves were eating at him; he had been parked outside your house for a couple minutes now. There was no way he was turning around, he was finally going to see you in your element, hang out just you two (well if you count your family.)

Armin could already hear the music from outside the house, the screams of children and what seemed like the shouts from adults.

It was fine, he could do this.

He didn't know if he should knock or send you a text, the music was so loud he doubt you'd hear either but that didn't matter because the door had flew open.

"I was starting to think you got lost." You grinned as the sun beat down on you, your skin glowing under the light, his eyes trailed down to the blue cami top you were wearing. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes lingered for a while on your cleavage before they trailed down to the shorts that hugged your hips.

"Well, you gonna come in or what?"

"Huh-- yeah sorry." Armin walked up the rest of your driveway before meeting you at the door with a plate of brownies in his hand, his mum insited that he shouldn't show up empty handed and he knew better than to bring her potato salad.

"I-I brought you something." He blurted, holding the plate up like a peace offering. You blinked at you looked at the plate in his hands, wasn't he cute?

"Come, let me introducuce you."

The house was loud, full of noise, music was pumping through the speakers, people were singing, shouting. Kids ran past, the smell of cookng wafted his nose as you conitnued to pull him through the house.

He could feel the stares of some of your relatives, he tried to ignore them as he kept up with your pace until you stopped in front of some older women.

"Hey ma, aunties, this is my friend Armin."

Your mother raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Friend?” she echoed.

Your aunt with the butterfly locs looked him up and down, then smiled. “Well, ain’t he just precious.”

“Hi,” Armin mumbled, smile nervous, cheeks warm. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

He held the brownie plate out like a sacrificial lamb.

Your mom took it, giving him a soft nod. “Thank you, baby. You hungry?”

“Y-Yeah, I mean—I could eat.”

“Good,” she said with finality, turning back toward the kitchen. “Go fix him a plate, girl. Don’t be rude.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, grabbing Armin’s wrist. “Come on, Minnie.”

He offered one last bashful, “It’s nice meeting you all,” before you dragged him away.

You dragged him back outside, where the grill smoked in the far corner of the yard. Folding chairs were spread everywhere, music louder now. Your uncle was working the grill with a big-ass fan propped next to him and a beer in hand, muttering to himself. A card game was going strong under a pop-up tent, your cousin talking shit as he slammed down a winning hand.

Armin had never been in an environment like this, but it didn’t feel bad. It felt warm. Loud and overwhelming, but warm.

And you—you were glowing in it.

Every time you threw your head back laughing, every side hug, every shout —it made something stir deep in Armin’s chest.

You fixed his plate, teasing him for not knowing what anything was called. “That’s mac and cheese, not just ‘pasta,’ Minnie. Be serious.” You sat close next to him on the porch steps while he ate, sipping on your drink and occasionally stealing a bite from his plate with your fingers.

“So you’re Armin?” a voice said from in front of him.

Armin looked up mid-chew and almost swallowed wrong again. A small crowd had formed—three girls around your age, all staring him down like he was on trial.

“These my cousins,” you said with a lazy wave, smirking. “They know Connie and Eren. ‘Cause they’re weedheads.”

“Oh please,” the tallest one snorted. “You the one always posted up with them damn stoners. What you doing with this weirdo Armin? You don’t got no other girls at school?”

You rolled your eyes and tossed a balled-up napkin at her, hitting her square in the shoulder. She shrieked dramatically, and the others burst into laughter, crowding around the two of you on the steps.

Armin sat quietly, trying not to shrink into himself, but they didn’t seem to mind him too much after the jokes were out. One of your cousins even stole a wing off his plate and winked at him.

You just laughed and shook your head, but Armin caught the way your eyes stayed on him a little longer than necessary.

As the afternoon melted into golden-hour, more drinks passed hands, the speakers switched from oldies to newer R&B, and the yard started thinning out as folks went inside to cool down. You were tipsy now—not sloppy, just loose and a little more touchy.

Your hand found his thigh again. His name rolled off your tongue softer. Sweeter.

“You good, Minnie?” you asked at one point, low, close to his ear. “You’ve been quiet.”

Armin nodded quickly, face red but eyes locked on your lips, "Yeah, I'm good, thanks for inviting me. It means a lot."

You bit your lip softly as you watched him, the small pink hue on his cheeks had gotten darker as his eyes shifted from you to anything else.

The minute the last of your uncles disappeared inside, you stood, brushing imaginary dirt from your thighs and finishing your drink.

“I’m hot,” you said, loud enough for just him to hear. “Come upstairs with me?”

Armin blinked. “Wait, r-right now?”

You turned and shot him a lazy grin, that kind of half-lidded look that made his stomach knot.

“Why not?” you said. “I wanna change. Cool down. You coming or what?”

He scrambled to stand, heart pounding so loud in his chest it practically drowned out the music.

You led him through the house again, your bedroom was at the top of the stairs, third door on the right.

The room was warm and softly scented, with walls covered in photos, Polaroids, and posters. There was lip gloss and hair stuff on your dresser, a half-open closet full of summer fits, a record player in the corner that hadn’t been used in a minute.

Your hands stretched over your head as you pulled the hairband out of your hair, your braids falling down to your mid-back. You stopped in the middle of your room, turning to face the blonde who continued to watch you.

"You gonna come in or what?" Armin stubbled over his own feet as he walked futher into your room, closing the door behind him.

You kicked off your slides and padded over to your dresser, pulling open the top drawer and fishing for something—Armin couldn’t tell what. He tried not to stare at the curve of your ass, the way your shorts rode up, the smooth line of your back.

"So, how'd you find your first black cookout?"

"How'd you know it's my first?" You turned to face him, brows raised a little as you watched the small smile on his lips.

"Boy…"

"Come on, you know i'm joking. Haven't had mac and cheese that good in my life."

You laughed, that warm little chuckle you did when something genuinely amused you. “You talkin’ about my mama’s mac like it ain’t legendary.”

Armin laughed too, a little looser now, and moved toward the bed like he’d finally relaxed into your orbit. He sat down near the edge, careful not to mess up your throw blanket.

“You know,” he said, watching you from the bed, “I was kinda scared coming here. Thought your family was gonna hate me or think I was weird.”

You leaned against the dresser, arms folded under your chest, smirking. "Why cause you white?"

Armin choked on his spit, "Wh-what no!"

You giggled as you stepped over to him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you stood between his legs. "I'm joking, Minnie, my family seem to like you almost as much as I do."

The blonde froze as he looked up at him, his heart beating against the cage in his chest as the words rang through his head.

"Y--you like me?"

Your head tilted slightly as a smile painted your lips. Your body leaned in closer to him, "You don't believe me?"

Armin couldn't say anything else, he could feel your breath on his lips, his hands clucthing the sheets on your bed as your lips caught his.

It wasn't like Armin hadn't kissed a girl before, he had but fuck. Kissing you was different.

As his brain finally caught up to what was happening, he started to kiss you back softly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Armin's hand moved on his own as his fingers clucthed against your waist. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning softly at the warmth of him but the blonde pulled back a little, surprise etched onto his face.

"Wh-what was--"

You giggled as you began to straddle his lap, swiping your tongue over your lips, causing Armin to catch the glimpse of the little silver ball.

"Did I forget to tell you I had a tongue piercing?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I think you did." The blonde couldn't help but stare as you stuck your tongue out, giving him a better view.

"It felt a little weird but I guess it's cause I was suprised."

You hummed softly, leaning in as your ran your tongue over the shell of his ear before taking it between your teeth causing the boy to shudder.

"It'll feel good on other places as well."

You didn't give him a chance to respond before your tongue invaded his mouth again. Your tongue slid against his again, and he let out a quiet whimper into your mouth, hands finally landing on your hips as you guided him. Rocked your hips once, slow and deliberate, letting him feel the heat between your thighs.

Your hands were all over him now—his shoulders, his hair, the soft line of his jaw—and Armin was unraveling with every pass of your mouth against his.

“You okay, baby?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his, voice almost teasing.

He nodded, too fast. “Y-Yeah. I just… you’re—fuck.”

You giggled as you kissed down his neck next, taking your time, your tongue flicking out over sensitive skin as your hips rolled again, just a little harder. Armin whimpered, the sound desperate and sweet.

Your hand slid up the front of his shirt, warm palms against his chest, fingertips brushing over skin.

“Can I take this off?” you asked, already tugging at the hem.

He nodded again. “Yeah—please.”

You pulled his shirt over his head, slow and sensual, and leaned in again, kissing his collarbone as your hands slid down his sides.

“You’re so sensitive, Minnie,” you whispered against his skin. “You like when I touch you?”

“Y-Yeah,” he whispered, trembling now under your mouth. “Feels so good.”

You grinned against his skin and kept going, kissing lower, letting your tongue trace little patterns down the middle of his chest. Armin’s hands clutched the edge of the bed like he was hanging on for dear life.

You shuffled completely off the bed, you kneeled between his legs as you started kissing down his stomach, your fingers already slipping under the waistband of his jeans, he let out a broken, breathy moan that made you pause—just to look up at him.

Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, hair messy from your fingers, chest rising and falling fast.

Your fingers curled around the waistband of his jeans, eyes locked on his as you popped the button open.

Armin’s breath hitched.

“You okay?” you asked, voice soft but laced with heat. You were already leaning down, mouth brushing the faint trail of hair leading beneath his boxers.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, voice barely a whisper as his head lifted slightly to watch you. “Just… nervous.”

You smiled, pressed a kiss just above his waistband. “Don’t be. Just relax, Minnie. I’ll take care of you.”

He whimpered when you tugged both his jeans and boxers down in one slow, fluid motion, his cock sprang free, flushed pink and already leaking.

You let out a little breath through your nose, pleased. “Damn… you’re bigger than I expected.”

Armin flushed to his ears, eyes wide like he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“You ever had someone do this for you before?” you asked, already stroking him, slow and teasing.

He nodded, cheeks burning. “Once. Kinda… quick though.”

“Mmm.” You leaned in, letting your lips ghost over his tip without touching.

Armin didn't even have a minute before you sucked him in—slow, deliberate, tongue circling the head as you eased him deeper into your mouth inch by inch. Armin’s hips jerked, the softest moan slipping from his lips as his head dropped back against the sheets with a soft thud.

“Fuck—oh my God,” he gasped, voice cracking.

Your tongue traced the underside of his shaft as you bobbed your head, wet and messy, letting spit drip down to your hand as you stroked the base. The silver ball of your piercing dragged along his sensitive spots, and every time it did, he twitched and whimpered like he couldn’t take it.

You pulled off for a second, letting your hand take over as you looked up at him with a smirk. His eyes were glazed, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast.

“You like that, baby?” you purred, thumbing his tip and watching him twitch.

He nodded fast, almost delirious. “Feels so good—fuck, your mouth—”

You giggled and leaned in again, licking a fat stripe up his shaft before wrapping your lips back around him, sucking harder this time. He was a mess now—muttering your name, hips jerking slightly despite trying to hold still, his hand drifting toward your hair before pulling back like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

You paused just long enough to grab his hand and place it on your head.

“You can touch,” you said, voice wrecked and wet. “Just be gentle.”

Armin whimpered as you went back down on him, his fingers trembling in your braids. You picked up the pace, spit running down your chin now as you fucked him with your mouth, moaning softly just to feel the way he reacted. The vibration made him sob—a soft, high-pitched sound he tried to bite back, but you caught it.

“Lemme hear you,” you said between strokes, panting against his slick cock. “Don’t hold it in, Minnie. Wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.”

"You're family—“

"Can't hear you, baby, please. Make a sound for me."

The whimper went straight to your core as you continued to work him over.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, barely hanging on. “I’m not—I don’t think I can last long.”

You pulled back, spit connecting your lips to his tip as you gave him a slow stroke. “Then don’t.”

Armin’s hips bucked at that, his thighs trembling.

“You want me to swallow?” you asked, licking a stripe up the side of his cock before taking him into your mouth again. “Wanna come down my throat, Minnie?”

He whined your name, voice all shaky and high like he was on the verge of tears. “Please—please, I’m gonna—!”

You moaned around him, taking him deeper as he came, back arching, mouth dropping open in a silent cry. You didn’t stop—just kept sucking him through it, feeling every twitch of his cock, swallowing every drop while his hand gripped your hair like his life depended on it.

When you finally pulled off with a wet pop, he looked wrecked. Hair all messy, lips bitten red, chest flushed and heaving. He blinked down at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Take your time,” you said as you peeled off your tank top, then reached behind you to undo your bra.

Armin looked like he was dying. Hands limp beside him, lips parted in awe as his eyes locked onto your chest.

Then came the shorts—you hooked your fingers in the waistband and shimmied them down, revealing lacy black panties that were already a little damp.

You grabbed him by the hand, pulling him up gently. The blonde was a little rocky on his feet, his breathing uneven as his drunken gaze met yours.

You pulled him down to kiss you again, moaning softly as he bit your bottom lip. You switched places with the blonde, your back meeting the bed as you pulled him down with you.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Want you to take control, Minnie, I'll ride you later but wanna feel you like this first."

Armin nodded, eyes wide, face flushed and uncertain. His fingers gripped the sheets beside your head like he wasn’t sure where to touch.

“I’ve… I mean, I’ve done this before, just—” he paused, looking down at you, all nerves and hesitation. “Not like this.”

Your hand reached up, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll help you.”

He swallowed hard, nodding again as his hand flexed against your skin. You reached between you, wrapping your fingers around his cock—still flushed, hard, and twitching—and guided him to your entrance.

You were soaked, and he felt it.

“Go slow,” you whispered, watching his face. “Just push in.”

Armin gasped as he pressed into you, the tight heat of you making him shudder. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as your walls wrapped around him.

“Oh—oh my god,” he whimpered. “You feel—fuck—”

“Look at me,” you murmured, tilting your chin up. “I want you to look at me while you fuck me.”

His eyes opened again, and you swore you saw something shift in them—still nervous, but darker now. Hungrier. You hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“That’s it,” you breathed, voice heady. “All the way in. Just like that.”

He bottomed out with a soft, broken moan, his hands gripping your hips now like he needed something to anchor him.

You arched up slightly, brushing your nose against his. “Now move, Minnie. Slow and deep. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

He started thrusting, shallow at first, still careful—like he didn’t trust himself.

“More,” you whispered, your hands cupping the back of his neck. “You can give me more.”

His hips snapped forward harder that time, a sharp gasp escaping him as he felt the way you squeezed around him in response.

“Fuck—does that feel good?” he asked, voice shaking.

“So good,” you moaned, head tipping back into the pillow. “You’re filling me up so good, baby.”

Armin leaned over you, arms trembling slightly as he thrust again, and again—deeper this time, hips slapping into yours with wet, sinful sounds. He was still breathing hard, still flushed, but the hesitation was slipping away.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, eyes locked on his. “Look at you. Fucking me so well. Just needed a little push, huh?”

His jaw clenched, muscles tightening like he was holding back everything—his moans, his rhythm, the way his hips wanted to move harder.

You cupped his cheek, voice softer now. “Don’t hold back. I want you, Armin. All of you.”

Something broke in him at that. He leaned down, lips crashing into yours, and his thrusts turned rougher—more sure. His weight settled over you, one arm braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep it hitched high around his waist.

He was fucking you now, properly. The slap of skin echoed off your walls, each thrust pushing you further up the bed, the friction hot and perfect and so full.

“F-Fuck, I—” he gasped, head buried against your neck, “I don’t think I’m gonna last—”

“Yes you will,” you whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Stay with me.” Your fingers trailed up his chest before they wrapped around his neck softly.

He moaned your name, broken and needy, hips stuttering as your walls fluttered around him. You clenched on purpose, just to hear the way he choked on a curse.

You moaned as he delivered another rough snap with his hip, you fingers dug softly into his neck as you pulled him down, his lips capturing yours as he continued to fuck you.

The sounds bounced of the walls of your room, the squelching of your walls, the soft moans between you two as you continued to kiss.

Armin pulled away from you lips as you gave his neck another squeeze.

"F--fuck." You knew he was close, he wasn't gonna last long.

Your hands slid down your stomach as they found your clit, rubbing yourself softly as his strokes became sloppier.

“Can I—fuck—can I come inside?” he begged, voice cracking.

You held his face in your hands, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “Yes, baby. Fill me up. I want you to.”

Armin groaned—loud, raw—and his whole body locked up as he buried himself deep and came with a soft, wrecked cry. You felt the warmth of it flood you, his hips twitching through it, you pinched your clit sofrly, a moan leaving your lips as you helped him through his high.

When he finally started to calm down, he pulled back just enough to look at you. He was flushed, glowing, eyes glassy like he was still floating in that afterglow haze.

“I—I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he said, voice small.

You kissed his nose, your smile sweet and a little smug. “That was hot as hell, Armin. Don’t apologise.”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And besides…” You reached between you, rubbing slow circles over your still-throbbing clit. “I did say I’d ride you later, didn’t I?”

His eyes widened.

“You’re not done?” he asked, voice already breathless again.

You smirked, licking your lips as you rolled him onto his back and swung a leg over his hips.

“Not even close.”

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[screechingdefendorpuppy-blog]

Streaming nightmare.

Streamer!vi x reader

Notes: established relationship, vi is streaming a horror game and is so focused she doesnt realize her gf’s presence till it’s too late.

Any mistakes are mine, not proofread.

Based off this tiktok.

“Are you sure about this hun?” You ask her as she downloads the game. “You don’t necessarily have the best track record with scary stuff.”

She tsk and turns to you “Come one babe, Powder lets Isha play this game im sure it will be fine!”

You look at her skeptically as you read the name of it “Resident evil village. Mmmm I don’t vi, I mean Isha is way better at the haunted houses we go to on Halloween than you.”

She dramatically gasp “Now thats rude! Plus everyone hates clowns!” Pouting at you.

“And plus Isha is just at a whole other level than most kids. You can tell she’s powders kid.” She finishes as she turns back to her equipment. You shake your head but let it go.

“Ok well here is some water and a few snacks.” You tell her as she is setting up her stream.

“Thank you baby.” She kisses your temple as she continues to fix the camera angle.

“I’m off to the store is there anything else you would like before I leave?” You stop at the doorframe waiting for an answer.

“Mmmm oh! Could you bring my usual from Jeriko’s? I’ve been craving it for weeks now.” She says big powder blue eyes looking at you. Even though she knows you would never deny her anything she likes to throw in her puppy eyes just in case.

Chuckling you say “Alright hun, I shouldn’t take long. Bye I love you”

“Love you more!” She shouts after you as you exit.

——————

You sigh as you push the door open balancing the take out and small grocery bags of things that you were running low on.

Your grey cat midnight comes over immediately to inspect the haul you bring. You push her gently to guide her forward down the hall way.

Finally in the kitchen you put all the bags on the counter top. You take a minute to properly greet your fur baby giving her the scritches she demands.

Once she leaves satisfied, you set to work on putting everything away. Once done you decide to check on vi.

It is very rare that you appear in her streams. You usually like to stay off camera. Making sure she has water and something to snack on. At times even to remind her that she is past her scheduled time to stream.

As you walk down towards her streaming room you notice the lack of lights. You shake your head, you and vi had made it a compromise to at least leave one light on while she played any scary games. Mostly to give her a sense of security once she is done. This time tho it seems your Gf has forgotten to do just that.

Slowly you enter the room that is only illuminated by her computer screen and lighting for the camera. You make you way over as she continues to talk to her viewers.

“I mean it is a bit spooky.” She says as she moves her character along the screen. I reach her side and notice she is yet to notice you. You wave at the camera saying hello to her subscribers.

The chat blows up with greetings to you but she doesn’t notice. You bend down to her level and look at her.

“Hello?” She says laser focused on her game. So you respond.

“Hello”

Immediately the most high pitched scream leaves her as she jumps clean out of her chair. Taking the headphones with her and controller flying out of her hands.

You jump at the reaction, hands flying towards your mouth. You look at her as a laugh bubbles up inside you. “Are you ok?” You ask through the laughter.

“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT ME!!!” She yells as she starts to sit up. She looks over at the screen and sees chat bubbles flying across the screen. Laughing at her predicament.

You start laughing even more when you look at the window that shows her in the stream. After the jump and fall the camera tilted a bit from the commotion.

On the screen you see yourself standing where she had been a few seconds ago. Vi on the other hand was on the bottom of the screen. Only the top of her head and eyes in view. Only thing her viewers see is her laughing Gf and her annoyed eyes with a skewed headset on her.

[monotonykillsartist]

(Note this all before anyone outside of Fawcett knows who Billy batson is)

So Billy was in gotham for a simple mission, getting a magical herb that was local to Gotham. Obviously he had to come as Billy Batson and not as Captian Marvel cause he didn't want to get caught by batman. He was walking around a for a while before he spotted some of the herbs growing by an alleyway, with a grin he ran over. The sooner he got what he needed the sooner he could get out.

Unfortunately nothing in life could be that easy. In the middle of the alley there was a gun, with a grimce he picked it up. As he was contemplating how to properly throw away a gun, does it get recycled it's metal right? Or does it get thrown in the regular trash bin?

An ommunous cackling sound starts coming from the other side of the alley way and a shadow figure stands watching him. A trash can gets knocked over startling him and he accidentally pulls the trigger the figure drops, the laughter remains. Billy drops the gun and runs toward the figure with whispered profanity spilling from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident" in rushes in a panic trying to stop the bleeding but the man dressed as a clown stops laughing and still a wide smile on his face.

"HELP!! SOMEBODY PLEsse" his voice wavers he's still putting pressure on the bullet wound. A thud drops down behind him. "It was an accident, I don't, I think" he sniffles "I killed him" he whispers out.

He turns and looks at who he persums is batman behind him and instead finds a man stock still with red metal helmet with glowing eyes. He shivers, red hood, he's not opposed to killing the bad guys like batman.

"I swear it was an accident I didn't- I wouldn't- ...I did it tho I killed him" Billy looked away from red hood and back at the man he killed, he was dressed as a clown gods was he going to a birthday party did he not only kills someone but also ruin another kids party. He is the worst.

"You-" a shaky voice starts hesitated for a second before continuing, "fuck you killed the Joker, that's-" he breaks off into a wet sounding laugh. Billy tenses shit did this guy know this clown was it for his kids birthday.

"It's fine kid your all good. I can take care of it from here. Don't play with guns, tho got it" Red hood says his voice sounding oddly warm.

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(So I had a couple ideas for this same premise, Billy accidentally or sometimes "accidentally shooting and killing the Joker so here's another route this could have taken)

"HELP!! SOMEBODY PLEsse" his voice wavers he's still putting pressure on the bullet wound. A thud drops down behind him. "It was an accident, I don't, I think" he sniffles "I killed him" he whispers out.

"Fuuuuccccckkkk did that kid kill the joker!" A baffled voice asks. Billy turns to see two cops and picks his lips nervously.

"Hey kid common up back away from him, Jim watch the kids, could be a set up" Billy swallow and walks over to the cop who remained behind eyes trained on his partner one hand ready to radio for help the other hovering over his holster.

"Shit, well I'll be damned. The kid got a lucky shot." The cop who approached the body said with a grin after checking for a pulse. "Officer Jackson speaking, the jokers dead" he spoke into his radio.

"Are you sure?" A voice asked over the radio in disbelief "pretty sure, bullet through the heart would have died almost instantly no pulse kicked him even no response, sucker's dead as a door knob" the office replied relief and joy in his voice.

"Aye Jim take the kid out for dinner kid deserves it, wait yold on" officer Jackson says pulling out his wallet pulls out 4 20s and a couple tens. "Here kid take this, all ongot on me right now but I feel like I gotta give you something not enough but all I got on me"

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(Or if it does end up going to court)

Billy on the stand: I did it I killed.

Lawyer: please don't listen to my client he is in shock he had a recent encounter with the Joker

Judge nodding along: strick that from the record and disregard that statement

Jury after seeing a grainy video of Billy shooting the joker: he is guilt free let the child go and he should be given a sum of money for the court wasting his time

**************

The watchtower

Captian marvel: hey bats I hope you had a good birthday

Batman grunt

Billy as Cap grins what do you get for a man who can have buy or do anything something he can't buy or do himself. Like kill his sons killer. Pss he's been in several wars and has a license to kill what one more body to the count. He does notice that batman looks alot less stress then he usually does. Best birthday present ever.

[arixella]

Hello~ I was wondering if you could do a continuation of 'you don't tell them you're hurt' with the members of Cross Guild 🙏🙏🙏

Of courseee I can doo! This one was fun to make!

You get hurt and don't tell them pt.4 ' ft. crocodile, mihawk, buggy

wc: 440 a/n: not proof read luffy, zoro, sanji law, ace, sabo shanks, kid, killer

Crocodile

-Crocodile isn’t the type to fuss, but he’s sharp, and you’re not getting away with hiding an injury from him.

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?” His voice is calm but carries a dangerous edge, as if daring you to lie to him.

-Once you admit it, he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Reckless. Don’t waste my time trying to hide things like this.”

-He handles the situation with cold efficiency, ensuring you’re patched up without much fuss. However, his hands are surprisingly gentle, and he makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

-Afterward, he lectures you in his usual gruff tone. “There’s no pride in pretending you’re invincible. You can rely on me.”

-While Crocodile may seem cold, his actions betray his concern. You catch him casually checking on you later, making sure you’re healing properly without drawing attention to it.

-If someone else caused the injury, they’re as good as dead. Crocodile doesn’t make a scene—he just ensures they disappear without a trace. “No one touches what’s mine and walks away.”

-He might not say it out loud, but his subtle protectiveness speaks volumes about how much he cares.

Dracule Mihawk

-Mihawk is impossibly observan, so the second you try to hide an injury, he catches on with an arched brow.

“Hiding something from me? That’s unwise.” His tone is calm but piercing, like he’s already read your mind.

-He examines your injury with precision, his touch light but firm. “You’re fortunate it’s not worse. Carelessness doesn’t suit you.”

-Mihawk insists on personally treating you, pulling out an extensive first-aid kit you didn’t even know he had. “A blade is only as effective as the one wielding it. You should take better care of yourself.”

-Afterward, he pours you a glass of wine and insists you rest, staying close by with his usual composed demeanor. “I won’t tolerate unnecessary risks, especially from you.”

-Though he doesn’t openly fuss, Mihawk keeps a sharp eye on you for days afterward, ensuring you don’t push yourself. His silent care speaks louder than words.

-If the injury was caused by someone else, Mihawk’s cold fury is unmatched. “I’ll handle it,” he says, and you know he means it.

Buggy the Clown

-Buggy doesn’t notice at first, but when he finally realizes you’re hurt, he absolutely freaks out.

“What?! You’re hurt?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” His voice is loud enough to make everyone turn their heads, drawing unnecessary attention.

-He rushes to your side, flailing dramatically and overreacting as usual. “Do I need to call a doctor? Am I supposed to do something?! What if it’s fatal?!”

-Once he calms down (sort of), Buggy genuinely tries his best to help, though his methods are questionable. “Here, let me tie this… uh… is that supposed to be bleeding?”

-Despite his antics, Buggy stays by your side the entire time, even shooing his crew away to make sure you rest. “Don’t you dare move until you’re better, you hear me?!”

-He constantly checks on you, asking a million questions like, “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need anything?” His concern is over-the-top but heartfelt.

-If someone else caused the injury, Buggy flips from dramatic to angry clown mode. He may not be the strongest, but his crew will make sure payback is served. “Nobody messes with my crew—or you!”

-Later, he’s back to his usual self, teasing you about being “so clumsy” while secretly keeping a close watch to make sure you’re really okay.

♡♡♡

© 2024 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[atisecnom]

🖤🖤🖤

Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : kinda slowburn, Art almost kills you on purpose, funny stuff, rough smut, wall sex, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, choking, pussy slapping, oral (f! Receiving), multiple orgasms, you pass out mid sex, Art is stumped and confused, you're ok tho, talks about blowjobs, bit of fluff at the end, tell me if I missed anything

A/N : I have nowhere to go this Halloween ☹️ just stay home, write and take photos of myself

Its around midnight, you're in your kitchen cooking dinner. Usually you don't cook at midnight but you were busy all day and it just got pushed back. Plus, your boyfriend wasn't home yet. The infamous Mikes County Killer, Art the Clown. He was taking his usual time out there, spilling blood, guts, and pain, while you were home, working or being lazy.

You're surprised your still up with this much energy. You did wake up really late today, since you didn't have work that day. You took that time to organize the house, clean everything up, shower, maybe even trim your hair with a pair of random scissors you prayed didn't belong to Art- knowing what he does with them- and knowing that although he has okay hygiene, he doesn't properly clean his weapons like at all.

You switch between mixing and checking on the red rice, stirring the big pan of cooking chicken, stirring the smaller pan of cooking beef, and finally stirring the pan of cut up bell peppers, broccoli, corn, and onion. The rice finished cooking and so did the vegetables- the chicken and beef still needed some time- when Art busted through your front door, a scowl on his face, his leg and torso cut up a bit from (what you can only guess) a victim fighting back, and blood all over him. He drops his bag of weapons and goes to find you, the scowl not leaving his face.

That expression would've terrified anyone. But really, you were used to it. The more logical side of your brain knew it was only a matter of time before he treats you like any other victim of his; scalping, cutting, drugging, stabbing, torturing. But you decided to just play along with him. Maybe if you act nice and continue to treat him like this, he'll make your death less brutal. Hopefully. But truly you don't know. Nobody but him knows what's going on in his head. He's like a wild animal; sometimes you can get close and they look still- froze- waiting for you to get close and closer, before they pounce on you and attack. Brutally attack.

Art stands by you, not really doing anything but standing with the scowl on his face, staring at you. You smile and wave up at him, giving him a little "Hi baby", before turning your attention back to the food. There was silence, the only thing making noise being the food cooking.

You feel something cold on the back of your neck. You look up at Art and in the corner of your eye, you see his hand outstretched behind your neck. You can't really tell what it is he has but you will admit, it's scarring you. You tried not to show it though. You know Art loves when his victims show fear. If he has thoughts of killing you, fear will only fuel it.

He lowers his hand while you watch. Now you can see what he had pressed against you. A knife- which is probably the least painful object he owns for killing. You again, tried to show now fear. Your eyes didn't widen and your breathing stayed like before. But your heart is beating faster. That's something you can't control. You just showed confusion. Art drops the knife onto the floor- thankfully missing his and yours feet- and turn around, leaving and disappearing into your bedroom.

Once he leaves, you sigh. What the fuck was that? This isn't the first time he's pressed a weapon against you but it still shakes you up everytime. And maybe that's what he wants. You bend down and pick up the knife, throwing it in the sink. You continue cooking, acting like your boyfriend didn't just hold a knife against you.

You taste test everything, ensuring that everything's thoroughly cooked. When the taste is up to your standards, you go to turn off the stove. As your reaching for it, you hear a loud "honk" right in your ear. You jump and turn around, more terrified than when he held a knife to your neck. Art is there, now fully cleaned of blood, and silently laughs. Hard. And buckles over in laughter and pointing at you. He then puts a hand of his heart and mocks your shocked expression and the way you jumped. You bend over the counter, holding your head and laughing too.

Art comes over and grabs a hold of your waist, wrapping both arms around you and lifting you up. He swings you around a bit and kisses your neck. You laugh as he does, now forgetting about the past incident. "Baby-" you laugh. Art perks up and looks at you. "Go sit at the dinner table, I'll bring out your dinner." Art rolls his eyes and gives you once last squeeze before he lets go and slumps over to his spot on the dinner table.

You serve two plates; Art has some chicken, beef, rice and vegetables, which yours has the same but less beef. You bring out his plate first, setting it in front of him and kissing him on the lips. And go back to get your plate and when you come back and set your plate down across Art, you notice his vegetables are gone from his plate and... on the floor, a very thin, useless napkin covering them.

"Babe." Now it's your turn to scowl at him. Art was some of the beef in his mouth. He looks up at you, dumbfounded. "Why the shit is your food on the floor?" Art shrugs and looks around at the floor around him and looks puzzled, like he's pretending the food on the floor doesn't exist. "Art." You glare at him and he just looks like he doesn't know what you're talking about, doing hand movements to tell you you're crazy.

You opened your mouth to speak but Art held up a finger, shushing you. He points to the beef and then his arm, his eyes questioning. "What?" He does the same again. You shrug, looking confused. Art rolls his eyes like you're the dumb one and points to the beef and then to you and him. "I dont-" Art rolls his eyes harder, throwing his body back in dramaticness too. He points to the beef again, and shrugs, looking at you like it's so obvious to know what he's trying to ask you.

"What is it??" You ask, trying to guess what he's trying to say. Art nods, happily and relieved that you finally got it. "It's beef. It's cow." You say and start eating, taking a bite of the chicken. Arts grin is quickly wiped off his face and he slumps. "What?" You ask and eat. Art does a handmovement to say "oh nevermind" and he starts eating. "I'm not cooking human, Art. Don't even think about it." You scold and Art mocks you in response. You just roll your eyes and eat, forgetting the vegetables on the floor.

🖤🖤🖤

After dinner, you two clean up the kitchen. Art washes the dishes while you put the dishes in the sink and wiping down the counters and sweeping the floor. You have music on, singing along as Art bops his head dances a little to the music.

After cleaning, you two go to your shared bedroom. As soon as your door closes, you pounce on Art. You wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. Almost like he was expecting it, Art instantly grabbed onto you and kissed you back, using tongue and gripping onto your pajamas.

Art pushes you against the wall, his hands still gripping your hips. Your hands reach behind his back and zipped down the zipper on his clown suit. Art starts peeling off your clothes until you're completely naked. You pull off arts clown fit until he's naked too, just his facepaint and mini tophat on.

Art flips you over so you're pressed against the wall. You open your legs a bit and Art grabs your asscheeks, opening them apart and angling his dick with your pussy. He spits on his dick and slowly slips into you, his hands moving to your hips. You let out a soft moan and press your cheek against the wall, looking back at him. Your full body is against the wall, your ass poking out a little.

Art starts slamming his hips against you, his pace getting rougher and rougher. Your body jolts and you moan louder. With every thrust, your thighs slap against the wall. Art reaches around your neck. He wraps his bare hand around the front of your neck and he flips you two over. His back lays against the wall, one hand on your hips as he continues to thrust into you. He pulls your head back by your neck, squeezing a little. Your hands reach back and grab onto his legs as his pace becomes almost unhuman.

Art slaps your ass hard as he does, grinning at your yelp in response. He trails is hand down, roughly grabbing your tits, then trailing fully down to your hip. He pushes down on your back to make you bend over and his other hand grabs a fistful off your hair and pulls your head back. Art grabs your thighs with the hands that was once on your back and opens your legs more. He then grabs your hand and places it on your pussy, and you start mastutbating yourself. All the while his pace stays harsh and rough like usual.

After a while you warn Art of your upcoming orgasm, to which he replies by slapping your ass harshly a couple more times until you cum on his dick; your fingers still circling your clit and Arts pace not faltering. Art abruptly stops his movements, planting himself balls deep into you. He lets go of your hair, his hands just resting on your hips. You slowly stand up straight again. Art grabs the hand you used to pleasure yourself with, pressing it against his lips and into his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers. His other hand pulls your hair back. He slowly turns to look at you, a grin on his face, and he dives in to kiss your lips.

He lets go of you and peels you off his dick, walking you to the bed and pushing you on your back, onto the bed. Art opens your legs, kneeling between them. He uses his fingers to massage your clit for a while before he raises his hand up and slaps your pussy. Not too hard but enough to sting. When he hears you moan and watches your legs jolt, he does it again. And again. And again. And again, till your pussy was wetter and red.

Art stops slapping you, then leans down and starts roughly eating your pussy. You moan loudly and wiggle a little as he does. He forces your legs open and keeps them there as he makes out with your pussy. You grab his head and push it closer to you, his large nose pressing against your clit.

You grind against his face until you cum on his face and he keeps eating you out. Your body spasms. He finally pulls away and licks his lips, standing up again. He lines his dick up with your pussy, instantly pludging himself into you and his expression contorts at the feeling. He starts moving his hips again, fast.

You cry out in overstimulation, your nails digging into his arms as his hands grip your hips tightly. A single tear runs down your face. Art sees this a grins, enjoying the pleasure- and pain- he's giving you. He licks the tear, biting your cheek a little before he comes back up. Your legs shake and tremble and your face looks disheveled. But Art loves when your helpless like this with him. Because of him.

Art winks down and at you and blows you a kiss. He then slams into you, hard, and stays there for a second, balls deep inside you. Then he does it again. And again. And again. He grins wider and wider with every moan you scream out.

He then wraps his hand around your neck, tightly, and starts up his fast, rough pace into you. Your hands claw at his arm as he chokes you, but not too hard. Well... not at first at least. After a couple more minutes, and a couple more orgasms pulled from you, he grips your neck tighter. Your face is now redder than it's ever been.

Art slams into you, cumming inside you, his grin not leaving his face, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your pussy. Even after he came, he kept going, moving fast like before. Like he had all the energy in the world. He squeezed a little tighter at your neck for a second, cutting your airways for only a second before he let you breath again as he fucked you.

Your body slowly became more and more limp, your eyes getting loopy and your heart racing. Your moans start getting fainter and quieter, which makes Art falter a bit but he doesn't stop. Seconds later your body goes limp and your eyes close. You passed out. Whether that be from the choking or from the overstimulation, you don't know. You just know you knocked out.

🖤🖤🖤

You woke up minutes later, now laying against a pillow on the bed. You have a blanket over your still-naked body and the ceiling fans on. You see Art sitting next to you on the bed, now in sports shorts and a T-shirt. He's looking down at you as you wake up, and you have a feeling he's been like that for the whole time you've been asleep.

Art has confusion and... fear in eyes. Fear for Art is rare. Rarer than rare. Someone like Art is never scared. Confused yes, he's sometimes confused, but not scared. He's watched you almost cut a finger off while cooking and his eyes looked more hungry and like he was holding back than scared for your life. But now he's scared. There's finally some human emotion in his eyes.

You two don't do anything but stare at eachother for some time. Didn't Art almost kill you when he got home? Why does he look worried now? It's like he's not even blinking.

Arts tilts his head, looking down at you. He slowly inches his hand to your neck, lightly touching the red marks of his hand left behind. You turn on your side, smiling tiredly as you look up at him. Art touches your face and raises his eyebrows, still confused on why you just knocked out mid sex. "Ya kno-" you stop talking when you hear your own voice. It's very very raspy. You clear your throat and go to talk again. That didn't help. Still raspy. But you talked anyway.

"A girl can only take so much, baby." You laugh. Art rolls his eyes and mocks you. He's back to his usual self. "Whaat??" You laugh again and wrap your arms around his waist. Art ruffles your already-messed-up hair, grinning down at you playfully again.

"Maybe if I wake up first tomorrow, I'll wake you up with a blowjob." You rub your elbow on his crotch and he instantly gets hard again. You get off him and lay back on the bed. He looks down at you with a frown. "Tomorrow." You remind him. Art huffs and rolls his eyes, getting into bed with you. You two sleep, clinging onto eachother.

🖤🖤🖤

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

[unhingedreblogging]

Danny was strange. Now this was nothing new to him, or even to the rest of Amity Park, but anywhere else it would be noticed.

Danny has taken a job at Arkham Asylum as a guard, following his sister and parents to the city. The ectoplasm in the air felt more hollow, tainted by something, than it did in Amity with its constant bathing in the ambient runoff from the portal.

In the year since he took the job, there has not been a single successful escape, not even Joker could manage it, and the Bats have grown suspicious, there were only two new employees at the Asylum, nothing of note apart from one was a new psychologist and one a guard, siblings.

Bruce sends Tim on a mission to find out every bit of information he can about the two, but annoyingly their past before moving into the city is hidden by a firewall so thick and so strange it almost seems like it's alive and actively trying to stop the snooping. Tim is exasperated and angry after a week of being nowhere.

Bruce decides to drop into the Asylum to check in person after two weeks of no headway being made, they need to find out what these two are up to, and why there haven't been any breakouts, what the rogues are plotting. What Batman finds is nothing short of a miracle; every single patient is being treated properly, he checks on Joker first of course, the most worrying theat but finds that the clown prince of crime seems to be catatonic.

This is worrying, but the man is still breathing, there's the possibility of reversing it. The new guard named Daniel James Janus Fenton somehow managed to appear from nowhere behind Batman, bringing with him a slice of cold splitting the comfortably warm hall of the Asylum, a low whispering of static whispering just beyond his range of hearing, a feeling of being watched from every angle, before simply shaking his head, as if knowing what Bruce was thinking with the Joker.

"It's no use, he's going to be that way for the rest of his natural life. His victims deserve their justice, and this is the best option." Is all he says, before simply turning and continuing his rounds, as if the Batman isn't there, isn't a cause for worry.

The temperature change leaves just as quickly at it arrives, the sound does not, and when Batman looks back at the Joker there are tears streaming down his unnaturally chalk white skin, lips moving in a silent plea. He resolves to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it takes, how long it will take.

[lonelybabydoll444]

✮⋆˙ The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight.. ✮⋆˙

: ̗̀➛ Jason Todd and you on a late night walk <3

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"Isn't the sky pretty at this time of night?"

"Almost as pretty as you," he quipped, earning a soft shoulder nudge from you.

"Shut up," you giggled, and he pulled you into his side by the waist.

You walked down the dirt path of one of Gotham's "safer" parks, enjoying the gentle breeze the nighttime offered, and the serenity of spending time with your boyfriend, The Red Hood.

As you walked, you looked up at the sky, your gaze lingering on the moon. The faint white halo that glowed around it, the way it hid behind the clouds. You were staring for so long, you almost didn't notice Jason's gaze lingering on your features.

When you did finally turn to him though, he was quick to look away. But he knew you saw. You were quick like that, an attribute he both loved and despised.

"What was that, Todd? You fancying me?" You elbowed his side, to which he scoffed and returned the gesture.

"Me? 'Course not. You're mistaken," he said coolly, rolling his eyes as if you were being ridiculous. Yes, you, not him, not the man who could stare at you for hours on end. Not the man who once said, in his sleep-hazed mind, that he would die happy just looking at your face. No, not Jason.

You weren't one to back down though, shooting back a few more sassy remarks about how much he 'wuvs' you, and how he couldn't go five seconds without looking at you. Jason, also stubborn, denied them. Playfully pushing you a few inches away, only to walk a few more feet and eventually drag you back into his side. When asked why? "It's cold! I'm not doing this because I like being close to you.. duh," he said, and you snort, and lean your head on his shoulder.

Regardless, you continued walking. Further up the trail, you came along a tree, there was a large heart carved into it. He stopped, turned to you with an innocent smile.

"Hey, Babe.." "No." "Whyyyyy?"

Before you could even properly answer, he was walking up to the tree, pocket knife in hand, intent on notching both of your initials in the empty space within the original carving.

"Jay, this is defacing nature," you scolded, walking up next to him as he started making the first line. "But I'm doing it out of love," he quipped.

You laughed, leaning against the rough bark of the tree, "would you burn down a forest if I asked you to, too?" He turned to you, with the most serious expression, and spoke with the most absolute certainty, "Yes."

You were quiet, and he finished carving the initials, and you two continued walking, arms interlinked and footsteps in sync.

Soon enough, the trail ended and you two were on your way home. It was a short walk, thankfully. No one really wants to stay out too long on the streets of Gotham. After all, this was the same city where the main hero was a billionaire playboy who dressed as a Bat, and who's arch nemesis is a psychotic clown. Yeah, the two minute walk really made you grateful when you considered the state of the city.

You and Jason arrived at your building, got in the elevator, and made your way to your apartment. Inside, you flicked on the lights and let out a sigh of relief. He smiled, locking the door behind you and taking your hand, leading you to the couch.

As you two slumped down on it, he pulled your legs into his lap and started taking off your shoes. "Tired?" He asked, tossing your shoes to the side and rubbing his hands up your calves.

"A little," you admitted, rubbing your hands up your arms with a yawn. He was in awe. You had the cutest yawns.

"Wanna head to bed?" You mulled over the question. Stay up longer with your cute, strong boyfriend, or go to sleep and spend the rest of the night in his arms..

"Yeah," you chirped, smiling as he plucked you off the couch and brought you to your room.

After a quick shower to wash off the cities grime, and get rid of the faint scent of smoke lingering on your skin, the two of you dressed and you got into bed.

He draped an arm over your waist, pulling you back against his chest so he could spoon you. With a final kiss to the back of your neck, he whispered, "love you." You smiled, repeating the phrase, before you two drifted off to sleep.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Sugar daddy crocodile is basically canon in my heart anyway so the idea of him just dumping a bunch of cash on us to go hang with buggy so he'll stop whining (probably whining about shanks tbh) is so good. Soooooo good.

Have a drabble

"Why do I have to go talk to him? Why can't you do it for once?"

Crocodile heaves a sigh, smoke gently billowing out of his mouth. The hand extended outward and holding a wad of berry withdrew and dropped the stack onto the desk. He turned to properly face you this time, "Because I'm the one pay rolling this whole operation. I have better things to do than entertain a clown."

The answer didn't satisfy you in the slightest. "Okay, well why can't Mihawk take a turn then?"

"Because you're the only person here who is broke enough to accept bribes." Crocodile take another drag of his cigar, "Besides, I doubt that Mihawk would indulge Buggy even if he was a destitute as you are."

Mihawks chimes in from the other side of the room, not bothering to look up from the newspaper he's reading, "That's a correct assumption. I wouldn't."

You scowl at Crocodile, internally struggling not to deck him for his comment. "First of all: Fuck you. And second: Now I'm not going to do it. Have fun listening to that whiny ass clown blubbering about how Shanks "ruined his life" for three hours."

With that off your chest, you turn on your heel and begin stomping out of the room, more than ready to be out of the presence of your stuck-up coworkers or whatever the fuck they were in relation to you.

"It's getting cold around here, don't you think?"

The seemingly random statement from Crocodile brings you to a halt, and you look over your shoulder questioningly, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm just making an observation... The recent weather change makes me grateful for my fur coats." He uses his hook to pick up a gift bag from under the table and tosses it toward you. "I'm sure you could find it within yourself to appreciate one, too."

You catch the bag midair and glare at Crocodile, "There better not be a preemptively bought fur coat in here." You rip open the bag and swipe away the tissue paper, and sure enough, there is an expensive fur coat staring back at you. Without even looking up at the former warlord that you can just feel is smirking at you, you unfold it and slip it on.

It fits perfectly.

"I fucking hate you so much, you rich asshole." Keeping your head down, you go back over to Crocodile's desk to snatch up the previously offered cash- because like hell you're leaving that behind after suffering this humiliation- then leave the room to go find that damned clown that has, unsurprisingly, turned your life into an equally damned circus.

Just as you're passing through the door, Crocodile calls out to you one last time, "Thank you for your continued cooperation."

"Go fuck yourself!"

[sordidmusings]

Thirsty Thursday with Insecure Buggy

A/N: Yay another Thirsty Thursday lol next I’m gonna be getting out less explicit things but for now have more smut sluts 🖤

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), all NSFW, getting down to nonsense on The Clown Throne, chop chop fuckery, praise, dirty talk, thigh riding, handjob, blowjob, face fucking kind of, clothed sex, lots of desperation and neediness, almost sub!Buggy, he gives you many pet names, praising Buggy because he's somewhat convinced you're doing this for the bit

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Buggy couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, you’d flirted with him often, but he figured you must be doing that with everyone if it was coming his way. He was certain you were out of his league; if your steadfast dedication and addicting personality weren’t enough then looking at you would let anyone know why. He’d seen members of his crew float around you in search of connection so why would you float to him?

“Stop thinking so hard, baby,” you whisper in his ear before going back to sucking on his neck. Your hips continue their steady grinds against the long erection trapped in his pants. Buggy’s head is leaned back and tilted, desperately offering you as much skin as he can to feel more of your kisses blazing across him. The heat of your mouth and tongue radiate out to his whole body, emptying his mind and quickening his heart. He pants, feeling like air wasn’t enough, but he holds back most of his moans, only letting the ones he could force deep in his voice to go by. He doesn’t want to move too much or be too loud for fear that it would startle you out of whatever has gotten into you to make you climb on top of him on his throne. His hips do work with you though; he couldn’t stop himself from grinding back into you if he tried. The warmth and weight of you is better than his private thoughts could conjure and the way your thighs and ass molded to him make him feel like he could properly attach to you and never let go. The thought of being tied together has his fingers digging harder into your thighs and even gets a whinier moan passing his open lips.

“Captain, you sound so good,” you praise him. You’ve long noticed his hesitation and want to unravel him. Pulling back to look at his face, you bat your lashes at him. “Can I have more?”

“Fuck, dollface, you’re gonna make me lose my head,” Buggy groans. Even in his overwhelm he manages to tilt his face down and waggle his brows at the stupid reference to his powers. You give him a huff of a laugh for his efforts, while your hands curl around the fur lining his jacket. You jerk him towards you, stopping him just short of your noses meeting. Letting him wait for a moment, you watch his hooded eyes admire you, looking first into yours before flicking over your face and settling on your lips. His tongue flicks out to wet his own and you dive in to chase it back into his mouth.

Buggy meets you eagerly, vibrating a grumbling moan into you. His hips pick up beneath you while his hands massage up your thighs to begin working into the meat of your hips. Once they’ve properly sunk in, he guides your hips against him in a needy pace, dragging his hardness deliciously against your clothed cunt. He relishes in the pleased sighs and moans he earns from you, each one making his chest flutter and his dick throb. He wants to slow down and keep this going as long as possible but he can’t help himself.

You shift back and to the left, centering your pulsing cunt on top of Buggy’s right thigh. He hates the distance and uses his clinging grip to pull you flush to him. The whole way, delicious pressure licks at your swollen clit. The closeness has his hip bone snuggled up to your mound, feeling divine when grinding lets it offer indirect pressure to your bud. You had wanted to bounce closer to his knee but this is a wonderful substitute, since you’re craving closeness just as much as he is. Buggy continues guiding you against him, pressing his forehead down into your shoulder to keep himself from moving you too quickly.

Your hands slide up and tug his bandana off, releasing his long hair. It feels so nice with your hands fisted into it. At your light tug, Buggy moans loud and long, sounding fucked out without even getting inside you. “Doll, pleaaaaase.” He isn’t even sure what he’s begging for. Wanting to muffle the whiny sounds leaving him, Buggy turns his face to bury it in your neck, working hard to send tingles across your skin and leave you with pretty marks. He knows they’ll look gorgeous under the smears of his makeup.

“Wanna taste you,” you moan to him and his cock throbs hard. He bites out a breathy “fuck” at the idea and bites eagerly at you, but he won’t let you move back. He can’t stand any distance from you at the moment but refuses to voice that. You figure it out, however, when his right hand slides up your spine to keep your chest pressed tight to his. One of your hands leaves his hair to pull at his waistband and shove beneath it. His cock feels hot and wet in your hand, making your head spin at how worked up he is for you - he’s positively dripping.

“You’re fucking perfect, Captain,” you groan, feeling his dick jump at your words. Buggy trembles beneath you, overwhelmed at your touch and the euphoria of hearing you praise him. He’d rarely let himself enjoy cumming to the fantasy of you calling him pretty things; he found that it made a lonely ache settle in his heart once the burning joy drained out of his chest, leaving him alongside the delusions of your affection. But you’re real now, fulfilling his wishes and why?

“Don’t taunt me,” Buggy grumbles, some actual anger creeping into his tone.

“I’m not,” you respond incredulously.

“I’m not exactly everyone’s cup of tea,” he grouses, slowing his movements in his souring mindset. His body at least is still as eager; his cock stays just as rock hard in your hand. You keep up your slow pumping and turn to trail sweet kisses across his shoulder and up his neck. The flowing strands of his hair that spill everywhere feel just as soft against your lips as they do on your fingertips. You reach his ear, which peaks out between the blue rivers of his hair.

“Well you’re my cup of tea, and if I had my way you’d just be mine,” you whisper, tickling his ear with your hot breath. Buggy ramps up the circling of your hips again, moaning prettily for you.

“Don’t say that,” he whines. His eyes are scrunched shut, protecting himself from the temptation of your words and how quickly your touch is beginning to send him to his end.

“Fine. Then I’ll say this.” You pull a shiver from him by nipping his ear earlobe. “You’ve got the prettiest eyes and the most handsome face I’ve ever seen,” you begin, moving your hand lower to fondle his heavy balls. He shifts his thighs wider to beg for more. “It’s like your jaw was cut from marble and that stubble is so fucking hot.” You use the hand in his hair to pull his head up and rub your cheek into the scratch of his dark blue facial hair. “I’ve been dying to see what you look like under your clothes; watching those muscles of yours in your arms work is enough to get me daydreaming.” Buggy thinks that sounds great; he’s feeling way too hot for all the layers on his body. “Even more than that, I need to touch you.” You slide your grip back up to give him a squeeze and thumb at the head of his cock. “I’ve thought about it every day - thought about you making me yours.”

“Shut up,” Buggy begs weakly, his body and mind burning uncontrollably for you.

“Detach this,” you order, squeezing his cock again. Buggy obeys without thought, head too busy drowning in your praises. You pull him from his trousers with ease, since he only detached his actual penis, and bring it up to your lips. You place a loving kiss on his frenulum before flicking your tongue on it playfully. Buggy jolts back to look at you with foggy eyes. His swollen lips look so pretty, hanging open to pant and highlighted by all that red paint. You won’t tell him because you know how sensitive he is, but his red nose matching his red lips looks beautiful and makes all the blue in his eyes, makeup, and hair even more handsome.

Buggy’s eyes are glued to you to watch his tip disappear into your mouth right next to his face. His eyes flutter with the want to roll back but he stubbornly keeps them on you, needing to absorb this in his memory. You’re inching him in slowly, letting him catch every detail of the act that was making him feel so fucking good. The swirl of your tongue against him makes his eyes shut a few moments before blinking open again. High moans struggle out of him with his breath and his brow creases above his glossy eyes. When the tip reaches the back of your mouth, you give a firm suck around him. He groans and stutters the pace of your hips, fingers twitching against you.

You pull him back out of your mouth and loll your tongue out to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock. Continuing to put on a show, you sweep the tip of your tongue around his head before licking your lips and swallowing heavily. You get a show in return, watching pleasure and need play out clearly on his flushed face.

“Oh shit, sugar, you’re so fucking good for me,” Buggy moans. You sink him all the way into your mouth again for his hungry gaze. His voice turns reverent as he watches you. “My doll -hah- my spotlight.” Fuck, that sent you clenching. You grind your hips down into him harder while you pull him back out to suckle at his head. His warmth is still seeping right into your hips and thighs even through his leather pants and your shorts, the seam of which was pulling tight and teasing at you perfectly. You were beginning to struggle with thrusting Buggy into your mouth while he turns your mind to mush with the way his death grip is grinding you onto him. You get an idea for a solution and a shiver crawls up your spine in anticipation.

“Fuck me, Buggy,” you plead on a whisper before sliding him back past your lips. Buggy throws his head back, clunking it into the wood of his seat, and gasps out a “yes”. His dick begins moving on its own, tentatively grinding against your tongue first to get you used to it. Slowly, his shallow movements gain more length but keep their indulgently slow pace. Once he’s approaching your throat on the push in, you ease your head backwards to line him up. Buggy pants out curses at your willingness to be used and to please him, swearing to himself that he’ll pay you back ten times over for doing this for him.

The rest of his thoughts leave him when he slides his dick lower to stretch out the entrance of your throat. You are in a similar state, struck with the heady feeling of him using you in such a sinful way. It’s deliciously overwhelming in conjunction with the buzzing shooting through you from rubbing your pussy across his leg. A loud moan shakes through your throat, into his head, up his shaft and Buggy loses any ability to hold back.

He curls into you, burying his face into your shoulder and neck, moaning and whining against you. The hand at your back is clawing and tugging at you, desperate to keep you as close as possible, while the one on your hip continues encouraging your heavy grinds into his thick thigh. The muscle keeps tensing against your drooling pussy, helping to increase the friction. The seat underneath you both groans at your growing motions but you ignore it as easily as you ignore the armrests digging into your knees. Buggy is the only thing on your mind - the push and pull of his grasp, the overwhelmed sounds spilling from his lips, the pressure of his thigh sparking pleasure through you, and the thick cock fucking your breath out of you. The need to breathe through your nose causes you to take in lungfuls of his musk and shampoo and salty air. 

“My sweet -nngh- sweet star, you feel so -hahn- good taking me like that,” Buggy pants, painting your neck with humid breath. He’s losing himself to the sloppy sounds of his dick fucking your mouth and the fervent vibrating moans you use to sing out how good he’s making you feel. “Need to slow down or -aaaahh- you’re gonna make me cum too soon-Fuck!” You had forced the curse from him by groaning even louder to the thought of him cumming.

Keeping his arm around you, Buggy detaches his hand to sneak it into the front of your shorts. His eyes roll back when he feels how wet you are; enough that your grinding already smeared it up and over your clit. “You’re so damn perfect, sweetness, can’t -nnngah- believe you’re here riding my thigh,” he moans. He begins sliding shapes over your swollen bud, needing you to be as close as he is. His words and ministrations have you sobbing around the slow thrusts of his cock. Despite your efforts to swallow your spit around him, a thin line of drool has begun to creep from the corner of your mouth and down your cheek. 

Buggy’s fingertips are trapped tight to you from your clothes and his thigh, his hip also keeping his hand curled firmly against your mound. Hot, syrupy pleasure is swirling through your clenching walls and thrumming strongly behind your clit. Your struggling breath keeps your mind scattered and hazy and sets tingles alight in your hands and feet. Each drumming beat of your heart highlights the promise of bliss tearing through your body.

“Need you to cum for me, dollface,” Buggy rushes out, “Ple-hease -hnnggaahhh- can you do that? -hhah- For me?”

Becoming overwhelmed with the pressure pounding between your hips, you twist your fist tighter into his thick hair, getting a heavy groan from him. Clumsy and frantic, your right hand moves back into his pants and cups his balls, earning a jerk of his hips - a bright shock to your clit.

“Fuck, doll! Don’t stop, don’t stop-”

Your hips are shaking in his grasp, adding jolts of extra friction on top of your steady bounces and his consistent swirling fingers. Buggy’s hips move to match the thrusts of his cock, massaging his tightening balls into your hand. His babbling gets higher and less and less coherent, matching the desperate way his dick twitches and throbs in your mouth. He’s gotten sloppy there, getting you to gag occasionally around his length when he accidentally shoves a little too deep or off rhythm. It gets you even dizzier and closer, feeling messy and animalistic in this rabid chase for each other’s climax.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart, shit -nhah!- please I-” He’s already over the edge, pressing too deep into your throat and spurting hot cum for you to swallow. You would have choked if you didn’t catch your orgasm right with him, relaxing your throat and letting you swallow mindlessly. Both of you shook and clung to each other through the ride, hearts pumping scorching heat through your bodies. You can feel each of his breaths cramming his chest into yours and causing your breasts to rub against him. The tingling from your nipples was swept right into the whirlpool moving through you. 

Still pumping cum, Buggy pulls his cock back to rest the head on your tongue, which starts massaging at him, seeking more twitches and more to drink. Buggy is crying curses into your neck, well into the realm of ‘too much’ but adoring the way he feels like you’ve pulled him apart at the seams, coaxing the longest orgasm he’s known from him in throbs that just keep coming and coming and coming. You’re doing no better, marveling at the endless waves that seize your muscles and have colors dancing behind your scrunched eyelids. The flood of your orgasm slams through your whole body, saturating every nerve, before the receding tides are dragging and pulling at your trembling limbs.

In the wake of your pleasure, both of you are left to slump against each other, panting loudly. Buggy’s hand moves back to the arm held around you and joins the hand on your hip in the act of trailing soothing fingertips across your overworked muscles. You begin peppering happy kisses on Buggy’s shoulder, managing more and more as your breathing settles. You’re overcome with the need to smother him in affection, shimmying yourself to be centered on his lap and hugging him tight, snuggling your cheek into the crook of his neck. You card your fingers through his soft hair and scratch gently at his tender scalp. A rumbling moan leaves him at the feeling, and you giggle lightly at how much it reminds you of a purring cat.

“Can I-” You cut yourself off, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant. Buggy hums and tilts his head against yours to prompt you to continue. “Can I sit with you here awhile?”

Buggy’s heart is fluttering at your words, making him fully lovesick in the swirl of endorphins. You thought he’d just want to fuck you and send you away? He can’t be fucked to guess at why you’ve chosen him at the moment, not after all that. He’s just going to do his damnedest to make the choice worth your while.

“Spotlight, pumpkin,” Buggy breathes, “you’re never leaving my side.”

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

I had to add this at the end because it just fits too fucking well 💀💀💀

[seredelgi]

COME BACK TO ME

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader, Toxic! Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader, Eren Jaeger x You, Modern!Eren Jaeger x Reader, Dom!Eren Jaeger x Sub!Reader

summary: Not completely satisfied with her sex life and anxious about the impending day of her wedding, reader turns back to Eren, her ex, to get what she misses from her fiancee.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: toxic!eren, toxic!reader, toxic relationship in general, smut, sex, vaginal sex, breeding kink, choking, cheating, as in reader cheats on her fiancee with eren, profanity, mild degradation, kind of angsty too, dirty talk, raw sex, light dom! sub! undertones, edging, nipple play, modern au

word count: 3.6k

tags: @anniemika @vlsquuu

a/n: I'm usually not that much of an Eren simp but he honestly fits the toxic ex-boyfriend trope too well, so here. This is really the scrappiest scrap ever but yeah, enjoy. Let me know if I've missed any warnings. English is not my first language so forgive any mistakes.

You love your boyfriend. You really do.

There's no denying that when he proposed you felt kind of nervous about the idea of spending a lifetime with him, but that's no reason to doubt how much you love him.

He's sweet, he's caring, and most definitely very handsome. " He's quite a catch" your friends constantly like to remind you "Such a step up from that clown you were so down bad for"

Eren Jaeger.

Your girlfriends couldn't stand the guy. And honestly, how could you blame them? He's not been the best partner to you during your time together.

He was obnoxiously self-centered and way too jealous.

You were together a year, but you put up with his shit that long simply because he had one of those annoyingly difficult-to-replace redeeming qualities.

Boy, was Eren good at sex.

Your now fiancee is good too, but that's no match for the way Eren could make you feel back in the day.

And you know it is no excuse for what you did. It doesn't matter how nervous or weirded out you have been about the impending approach of your big day, you shouldn't have called him. You shouldn't have needed to hear his voice so bad, and most definitely shouldn't have hoped for him to invite you over to his apartment, sounding way too smug already in doing so over the phone.

But you can't help it, it's just the effect he has on you. You lose all common sense when it comes to him. He's intoxicating, and that, unfortunately, is part of his damn charm.

However, it is quite difficult to regret any of those decisions right now, sweaty and spread underneath him, taking him deep enough to leave you out of breath.

He's not been able to wipe that stupid grin off his face since he opened the door and met your big eyes, languid already with the denial of how much you missed him.

It's always been like that with him. You got carried away by the nostalgia, you felt the suffocating need to see him again, and then felt ready to bolt the second you were met with his piercing green gaze again.

He hadn't let you, of course.

He took hold of your wrist as soon as you turned around to escape from him. He'll be damned if he won't get his hands on you, after months of pointless abstinence.

He's never properly digested your break-up. He'd let you go reluctantly, but still messaged you, still lingered in your life like a ghost.

It didn't help that you'd continued living in the same neighborhood as him for a while after you two had split.

If you had to be honest, that was the very reason why you hadn't been able to be completely faithful to your new man in the first few months of your relationship. You happened to run into Eren a few times too many, giving in way too easily to his rumblings about how he was sorry, that he should've treated you better.

Well, it's too late now, you had found yourself saying, only to end up getting railed by him anyway.

Who were you kidding? You were too damn weak to resist him.

It only happened twice, and you felt so bad about it that you decided to move from the area as soon as things with your boyfriend seemed to take a good turn.

Eren didn't take it very well.

He called you insistently and left you so many messages that you had to block him on pretty much any social media. But he still reached out to you, one way or another, through some of his friends. He didn't have them write anything to you directly, but they always looked at your stories and your posts and you were positive they reported everything back to him.

That's why you're sure he knew you were engaged when he answered your call that very day.

He just didn't care.

Part of you knows you should despise him for it, that the fact that he invited you over anyway doesn't speak highly of him. However, that's exactly why you called him. You knew he wouldn't give a damn about your approaching wedding. If anything, he'd turn this into yet another stroke at his pride, yet another thing to hold you by the neck with.

And that's what he's doing now while burying himself into you. He wraps his hand around your neck and slaps against your ass so hard that all you can hear is the sound of your pussy milking his length and his rasping puffs of pleasure.

Man, you've missed this.

There's nothing quite like the way he makes you feel.

You're not sure what it is about him, and it's not like you don't get fucked properly by your fiancee. There's something about sex with Eren tho, that simply drives you wild. Maybe it's in the fervency of his touch, so eager to elicit a response that it often ends up ravaging you insatiably. It's like he needs you to like it.

It almost makes you wonder how on earth could you have let all of this go.

But then he brushes the strands of your damp hair off your face and whispers to you:

" Couldn't stay away from it, huh?" his breaths are heavy, and their warmth sinks into your skin like sin itself " Missed me that much?"

You can't help rolling your eyes at that. Whether or not his nonsense ranting is the only reason for it, only you know.

You dip your nails into the flexing muscles of his back and whine so loud into the otherwise quietness of his room that you're sure the whole building has heard that. He must've had the same thought too, because he snickers cockily back at you.

You hate to be so easy to break for him, but there's no helping it, and you can't stop your pitiful whining from pouring out anyway.

" Use your words, princess" he drags out, his hold on your neck tightening " Can he make you feel this good?"

You shouldn't humor him, shouldn't let him know the shameful truth of intimacy with your man, but how can you lie to him now that he's smacking so hard against you that you barely remember your name?

No way any of the men you've had in your life could even come close. And even if reluctant, some part of you needs for him to know.

" Nu-uh, Ere-hn" his name comes out amid quiet pathetic whimpers and he basks gloriously in them, pretty much drunk on the sight of your pleasure.

" Fucking knew it" you can hear his groans reverberating through you, shaking you up from within and making you shiver all over.

You're not prepared for the suddenness of his touch when his thumb comes to rest upon your already throbbing clit, applying the right amount of pressure where you've been aching for it, and you exhale a deep long moan that makes him chuckle and dive onto your neck, to pepper it with kisses and gentle bites.

You're already so close, but if you know him well enough he won't let you off the hook that easily.

" Look at you all dumbed down on my dick" the hand of his that had kept you in a chokehold up until then comes to brush down your lips, parting them sweetly as he looks into your half-lidded eyes " What'd he say if he saw you like this?"

You want to tell him to shut up, that you're not here to boost his ego a few sizes. However, you find compelling the way spite is turning him ravenous on you. And as he skates down your skin to squeeze your breasts you catch your breath, bracing.

He knows how much you like nipple play, something you've been missing lately. Your soon-to-be husband indulges in it, but he's way too gentle for your tastes, and even if you've reassured him that he can go hard on you, that you can take it, he just can't bring himself to.

Eren tho, is a whole other matter.

He brushes them lightly, teasing you, making you shiver from expectation. Your chest swells up to chase the warmth you can feel radiating from his hand, demanding it on you. It's like you're a puppet, dancing around at any pull of his at your strings.

You're dipping your teeth into your bottom lip so hard that you fear you'll cut it, but when he finally pinches you, you free a shrill sob of satisfaction. Pain curses through you like an injection drug, it haunts at those corners of your mind that had been, until then, still reticent to the heat of his touch.

He still knows you so well you can't help but melt into it now, tho.

" Still fancy this, darling?" he twists your right nipple in between his fingertips, toying with it, having you arch your back as a jolt of pleasure runs through your nerves to come pulse in your swelling clit. The little nub is desperately throbbing for him to speed up the pace that his thumb has been reserving it.

You nod enthusiastically, buckling your hips against his, eliciting the kind of hiss from him that reminds you how even though he likes to play dominant, he's just about as much at your mercy as you are at his.

" Shit- Easy, babe" his voice is croaked with arousal, this time around he's pleasantly taken aback by how receptive you still are to what he used to do to you " 'gonna have me nut into you like that"

You bite your bottom lip harshly at that, trying to refrain from letting him know just how much you would actually love that. You can't let a guy like him know. He'd attempt to knock you up in an instant, probably seeing it as the perfect opportunity to claim you back.

And even if there's no chance he could manage, you still don't wanna give him the satisfaction.

His thumb is still grazing lazy circles around your sweet spot, giving you enough to leave you impatiently waiting on the edge, craving your release so bad that you utter a little "please Eren" against his lips. Lips that are hovering way too close to be able to keep resisting them, and they look so good that you almost feel compelled to kiss him.

But you can't.

It would make this too sentimental, too real for you to able to take it.

" Please what?"

He's wicked, but hell, do you like it.

You hear the sound of your juices mixing with his as he stretches you out, a thin line of drool silently streaming down your chin, giving him yet another reason to smirk to himself proudly.

" Please Eren, make me 'cum, please"

Begging him for it has always proved to be effective in getting what you want. He usually felt spurred enough by it to give in immediately. Plus, you've always secretly loved that, too.

This time around it doesn't seem to be enough, tho.

" See, I'm not sure you deserve that, darling" his pace has become unabating, it's starting to sore you, it's starting to make you regret coming here in the first place, especially when he just won't let you have what you want " You were very bad to me, weren't you?"

Nuh-uh.

But you nod anyway.

And that's about the extent of the amount of power he has over you.

You're able to leave him and stop thinking about him, able to start a new life and date other men, able to accept a marriage proposal, even. But the second he's got you, you're not capable of denying him anything.

You're completely at his mercy.

" 'm-hm sorry" you keen, and see a genuine sparkle of surprise arise in his eyes at that, the quivering sense of loss he must've felt the day you deserted him still hidden in there, twinkling like a treasure he just won't surrender.

If there's something you know for certain, if there's anything you'd bet your life on is that he loves you. Sure, it's in that sick, toxic way of his that just about makes you twist your guts and ache for him at the same time. But he does nonetheless, and you've never doubted that.

There's definitive proof of it in the softening of his tone the second you apologize to him.

" Then leave him baby" he's breathless as he begs you, he kisses your lips and you can't deny him, even reveling at the contact, having craved it so bad that it almost hurts. It heightens your senses and makes you hungry for more.

You've missed it a lot, maybe more than you had the rest of it.

With him, it was always so needy. A desperate clashing of teeth and avid chasing of tongues, always wrapped in moans as he selfishly pulls you in. It is so intense that you'd dreamed about it for nights after you had ultimately decided to break up with him.

" Come back to me" whispered in between harsh puffs and meetings of lips " You know you want to, 'can feel it in the way you squeeze me"

Damn, he's so close to cracking you that it's almost scary.

" Can't let me go" chants and prayers of his just add up to the increasing intensity of his pressure on your clit, bringing you so close that literal tears stream down your cheeks, and somehow you know it's not just because of the gut-wrenching need to orgasm.

You just hate that he's right, and it hurts so much, even in the midst of all the pleasure you're feeling.

" You're still mine" fervid kisses cover the skin of your neck, humid little reminders of what you feel for him, and then you feel the fluttering of your walls welcoming the long-awaited approach of your climax.

He can feel it too, because he steadies his movements, and his eyes are trained on your features as you turn to jelly underneath him, incoherent pleads ecaping silently past your lips.

" Like that, yeah" you can hear him only dazily in the background of your pleasure as you shudder against him, and then you feel his lips claiming yours back, giving you no time at all to even catch your breath. He flicks his tongue in your mouth as you cry into him, and it's just the most excruciating kind of evidence that what he's said is all true.

You are his, and you always will be.

And it makes it all the more agonizing that you cannot be.

It's not long before he tears away way from you, his thrusts suddenly sloppier, his breaths ragged and uneven, and he looks at you, still weakly trembling underneath him, looking positively worn out.

That's how he likes you. Satisfied by him, and only him.

" Fuck- Gotta pull out, baby"

You flinch instinctively at that, your legs crossing behind his back, thighs clenching desperately at his hips, and you know you wouldn't do this if you weren't so high on him.

However you're still hazed from the aftermath of your pleasure, and you so don't want him to part from you.

He looks down at you, confounded.

" Don't you play with me babygirl" he threatens, his breaths so short you can feel he's holding on for dear life, waiting for a confirmation that you do in fact want him to nut inside of you " You know I'll do it"

The idea is appealing, and you recall that's something that you two have always played with in the past.

Back when you were together he'd told you to get off the pill, that he was very much capable of pulling out in time when necessary, when really, he just loved the risk. He got off on the idea that he could knock you up at any moment, his only restraint the one of his will.

It should've felt scary, to give him full control on something like that, but he'd always behaved.

It was a game, and it really did a trick on him. It makes him shiver even right now, against the sudden softness you reserve him as your fingers run through his long brown hair. He tilts his head back and hums, chasing your touch as if starved for it.

" Wanna feel you 'cum inside of me" you whisper in his ear, and his eyes roll back, his unchecked growl making you whimper against him when his hand closes around your throat again, shoving you back on the mattress. And then he starts railing into you with renewed intensity, your head bobbing up and down with his thrusts, and it feels like absolute heaven.

" So fucking desperate for it" it seems like your request has relieved his stamina, and you resume your moaning when his other hand comes to grip your hip to keep you steady, his fingers dipping into your meat so hard you close your eyes shut " -haven't changed a bit"

You feel the awakening of a new need, and you chase after it as you can feel him do with his, his cock piercing through you and hitting your cervix with every single snap of his hips into yours.

" Eren" you let out so quietly that he almost misses it, but when he feels you convulsing around him again, your pussy shamelessly sucking him in, he can't take it anymore. He 'cums with a deep grunt and spills all his warm seed into you, staining your walls and marking you down with his teeth buried in the curve of your neck.

You're so high on it that it barely registers, the way he's sucking on your skin greedily, how whatever he's imprinting on it will have to be covered with make-up before you go back home.

When he's done you're still puffing and tamely shaking, a sweaty mess, holding onto him to try and regain a shred of your lost composure.

He's got you good this time around. You didn't expect to come twice, not being used to it anymore.

His pants are thick and hot against your skin, and when he's finally able to better control them he levers himself up to look at you.

" Fuck, I hope I got you pregnant" he smirks wickedly.

You know it shouldn't, but your heart skips a beat when he confesses that to you.

You shake your head feebly and huff contently, you'd missed the feeling of satisfaction that good sex leaves you soaking into.

" I'm on the pill"

He frowns and slips out of you, evident disappointment washing over him.

" Ow, now that's no fun"

You sigh and look at him as he lays beside you, his cock still half-hard and glistening with the remains of your juices.

" See, that's why we can't be together"

He turns to look at you at that, this time around a hint of hurt clouds his green eyes, asking for you to explain yourself.

" Having a baby is not supposed to be fun" you say then.

" Says who?" he retorts promptly, " Damn y/n, that's one depressing way to look at life"

No use arguing with him, you two are just too different. And that's why you get up, the feeling of his 'cum leaking out from you and streaming down your thighs quietly stirring up your not-yet-silent arousal.

You can't lie to yourself. It had felt good to feel him empty himself into you.

Right is the best word that comes to mind.

But it isn't right.

And the disconcerting truth of it is, that no matter how inebriating in the making, Eren Jaeger is a threat to everything you've come to hold dear.

" I gotta go" you mutter before the sight of him laying comfortably on his bed like that could arise in you the need to cuddle up to him and sleep it off.

You can't let yourself, nor him, delude into that fantasy.

" So that's it?" he lets out, one of his hands behind his back, his muscles flexing and his eyes appraising the view of you getting rid of his 'cum with a napkin you'd hurriedly gathered from your purse.

You sure as hell cannot fathom the possibility of showering at his place, it is way too dangerous of an idea, even if very appealing.

You stay silent, unable to conjure anything that could sound remotely appropriate at a moment like this.

" You gonna hit me up again when you'll realize he's not enough for you"

His words sound resolute and resigned, and they hang over the room like venom as you look at him, baffled.

He's calm and collected, even if his eyes betray a hint of dejection that he would never let anyone else ever catch onto. But they're unwavering as if he can predict your future to be intertwined with his.

How can he even stand to feel like that?

How can you?

You gather your things and go for the door, before he could turn even meaner, before he would show his true colors.

" Give Reiner my best, would 'ya?"

You stop short when you hear your fiancee's name. Your heartbeats racing, your breaths quickening at the realization that you had been right.

He'd been watching silently this whole time.

A chill runs up your spine as you close the door to his apartment shut behind you, and you swear to yourself, that no matter how tempting, you'll never give in to the need to see him ever again.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #128 part 3

Danny walked into the room behind Batman to find his soulmate sitting on the couch. He had a first aid kit on the table in front of him but it wasn’t open and Jason seemed to just be resting for the moment. Well until he started speaking. 

“Take off the helmet, I’ve already seen my own damn face and it’ll make this fucking conversation that much easier.” Danny shuffled his feet for a moment before doing what he said and taking the helmet off. 

Setting it down on the table he sat down next to Jason and held out his hand. Skin contact was how you and your soulmate got back in their own bodies. Jason didn’t take it though. 

“Hold on, I was serious about those questions, can I guarantee you won’t bolt the second you’re in your own body?” 

Danny kind of chucked, it was a hollow half hearted kind of noise. “You and I both know what kind of state I’m in right now, I'd have better luck staying in your body.” 

Jason seemed to think it over for a moment before shrugging and taking Danny’s hand. A brilliant light and he was back in his own body, he was in much more pain than he remembered. 

Danny grimaced as he got into a more comfortable position, “I’d like to start with… an apology.” Danny was choosing his words carefully. He stopped to think for a moment before continuing, “I haven’t had the best experiences with circuses or clowns in the past,” the room and the com remained silent. “When I saw the Joker in front of me, I was terrified, my fists couldn’t help tensing… I swear I didn’t know I was holding guns until they went off.” Danny could feel himself start to babble a little bit.

His soulmate held up his hands, “so, if what you're telling me is correct the bastard clown is dead?”

Danny nodded hesitantly, after his babbling to Red Hood he was unable to say anything else. 

Jason continued, “alright, we can deal with that later. What Id like to focus on now,” he leaned in and gave Danny a harsh look that made him shrink in his seat a little, “what the fuck happened to you before the switch, gotta tell you, not a fan of whatever all that was.” He made a big hand motion gesturing all around him.

Another pause Danny didn’t know what to say, of course that didn’t slide with Jason. 

“Speak up, I don’t even know your name and you already know my identity.” Jason narrowed his eyes at Danny. 

He was right of course so Danny gathered a little bit of courage, “I’m Danny,” when Jason didn’t respond he let his gaze fall onto the floor and tightened his fists before continuing, “I honestly don’t know where to begin, I’m willing to tell you but could we maybe do it alone?” 

He took the communications device out of his ear and switched it off. Jason nodded and reached over to turn the com off his helmet. The only one left in the room was Batman and after a few moments of them staring back and forth at each other Jason spoke,

“He’s MY soulmate and not you or anyone else needs to hear this. It’s his business, if he decides to let you know what up we’ll let you but leave old man.” Jason’s words were stern and harsh but it eventually got the point across. Danny wondered briefly about how close he was with Batman considering how familiar he seemed to be speaking with him. Batman left after a few minutes and the two were left alone on the couch sitting across from each other. 

Danny took a moment to breath l but before he could begin Jason held up a hand, “hold on, let’s get your wounds properly looked at while you're talking. I won’t take no for an answer.” Danny sighed and mulled it over for a second but then relented and took his shirt off. It wasn’t pretty and the rags he wrapped around himself as a faux gauze wouldn’t hold in the long run. Jason seemed to stare at it for a moment before moving to open the first aid kit. Danny started talking after the shirt was off.

“I might as well rip off the bandaid so to say, I’ve been on the run from a government run agency. I’m…” he paused after he noticed how still the other seemed to get after the rags were completely gone. A large angry Y shape was across his chest, an everlasting reminder of the awful things that happened during his stay at the GIW facility. His soulmate's eyes flashed green and he looked away, seeming like he was trying to control his anger. There was a pause in the air, the kind of awkward moment where it just feels like bad luck to break.

“…What government organization?” Jason said after regaining his composure.

“They’re called the GIW or Ghost Investigation Ward, long story short there exists a law. If something produces the substance called ectoplasm, the life blood of ghosts, they are considered non sentient. They mistook me for a ghost.” Danny decided to go for half truths, with everything that happened he thought he probably shouldn’t tell his soulmate exactly everything. 

“And the belt?” Oh, that was one question he was hoping to avoid. 

“Ah, sorry if you got shocked, it’s set to shock me when I touch it, guess they wanted a way to subdue me if needed.” Danny joked, he knew he was thin and he was still a little short. He didn’t grow that much after the accident, he wondered how much taller he could have gotten if given the chance.

I’ll have these parts sectioned out a little better if I start posting on AO3. This talk will continue in part 4

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[idontcaboose]

Haunted car Au part 14

So, it has been a week, and it feels like when you wake up from an unplanned 30 minute nap and have to ask 'What year is it?' While feeling like you have been run over by a whole procession of clowns, clown cars, and maybe a camel for good measure. Granted, that may be from the ragweed that is pollinating like crazy, but oh well... new part!

THIS IS YOUR WARNING! SWEAR WORDS! Plenty of cursing ahead! You have been warned!

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It had been over 24 hours since Jason saw Danny. The most troubling thing was, there were no whispers of a trafficking group in that area. He couldn't fathom what had happened to the kid. Barbara couldn't find the kid on her cameras either, so he might need to go to the cave and look at the Batmobile himself. The footage Babs pulled were just as corrupted as the ally cameras were. Maybe the kid built himself a little jamming device, wouldn't be his first strangely useful creation. Whether or not he had a jamming device, he was still missing and none of the other street kids had seen him. He knew they were probably not harboring him with the bounty for finding Danny being as lucrative as it was. Jason knew offering to cook 3 meals a day for a week would get all of his street kids looking, some adults too.

Jason was a little surprised to see Duke looking at the Batmobile's underside when he drove in. Normally only Bruce and Jason worked on the cars since they had the most hands-on experience with them. Case in point, Duke had the car up on the lift with the front doors open. Did he have to sit Duke down and go through safety in maintenance 101? Maybe he could borrow little Timmy's version “The importance of Maintenance Safety: Or why you don't let Megan write safety plans.” It would hit all the important bits and sear the information in with neon yellow and blue comic sans font.

“So, Glowstick, mind telling me why the fuck you are trying to get yourself crushed?” Jason growled at the kid, the helmet making it even more menacing.

Duke gave Jason an unimpressed look. “B got a stick up his ass and thinks I somehow was involved with the Batmobile running weirdly." Duke sneered as he continued. "Last night when Red Robin activated his emergency beacon, the lead goon got in it and ran over some of his goons. The fail safes for theft didn't activate. Somehow, it was my fault. Perks to being the closest non-injured, I guess.”

Jason was surprised at the bitterness the usually sunshine-y kid had.

“Well, good news, we can swap for a bit, and I can teach you properly how to maintain this beast.” Jason offered.

“Why are you so interested?”

“I can't be nice?”

“You are here willingly, and no, you usually are not ‘nice’. So what is it?”

Jason was not expecting such hostility from Duke, but if Bruce had his panties in a twist and took it out on Duke, he could forgive some of the bite. Couldn't hurt to get Duke in on his hunt for Danny anyway.

“I… need help. One of my guys mentioned they bet a kid, named Danny, some money to put a sticker on the Batmobile. No one has seen the kid after entering the alley where the car was parked. Oracle said the cameras were corrupted at the time the kid was there with it. Figured I would check the car for clues.”

“Oh…. Sure.”

They both looked at the undercarriage of the car in silence before Jason gave a snort.

“The kid really did put a sticker on the oil pan. That is hilarious.”

Sure enough there was a Green Arrow sticker, one where he had his arms crossed and looking smug as all hell, positioned in such a way that eluded that when the oil was drained it would look like Green Arrow was pissing.

“That is amazing, if you find the kid let me give them a high-five for that. What does he look like anyway?”

“Adoption bait, pretty much a mini me with a more ‘polite’ mouth.” Jason was sure Duke could hear his smile when talking about the kid.

“No shit? You with manners? I don't think I can imagine that from a Alley Rat.” Duke teased.

“Watch it Narrows, us Alley Rats are all a little rabid.” Jason found himself teasing back before sniffing. “Besides, Alfie would have my head if I didn't have some manners.”

They went back into a more comfortable silence while working, Jason took to looking through the center, hoping to find some sort of clue of a struggle if Danny got nabbed. Duke was focusing on the engine compartment and any wirings that he could follow. It was rather relaxing until Duke went to move some rubber piping to get a closer look at a relay.

Neither person expected the car to shudder and produce a kind of creepy giggle. Duke froze and Jason reacted by tackling him away from the car and pulling one of his guns at the Batmobile.

“What in the ever loving fuck?” Jason screamed, the Batmobile responded with its own car alarm going off.

“Don't shoot! I'm sorry, I didn't expect that to happen, we are still trying to figure things out!” Duke had jumped back up and put himself in front of Jason, waving his hands and trying to keep attention on him.

“We? What the fuck Narrows?!”

“Just, both of you, stop! Hood, gun down, Car dude, stop the alarm. Please.” Duke all but whined the last word in desperation.

Jason took a Very deep breath, and growled out in the now silent cave.

“Car. Dude?”

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Clown Horn (Ending 6) (Looey x Reader)

excluding the easter line of course because i made the executive decision to make eggson the first ending of that---- we got out first non main character toon! though i guess some people could say dandy was our first since hes classified as a lethal... BUT! you guys know what i mean! anyhoo! ...or maybe this wont be the first- im writing this opener before the poll results are in and rnd is HOT on looeys tail... so maybe rnd will be the first and this will look a little silly notes: gn toon reader, pre game, possible ooc, first time writing looey in a fic setting... though tbf i can say that about all of the toons save for like rodger astro and glisten and a few others, shush/lh, looey is an awkward crush person, YOU GUYS GET A CONFESSION ITS FINALLY HAPPENING YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY GETTING SOMETHING, bro is so awkward someone needs to give him advice to be cool or something/lh, this ones kind of dookie though its not my best work tbh, ALSO BLOT MENTIONED BLOT MENTION!! no speaking role for them since... well... theyre not here yet in game... but you better know theyre supporting from the background! word count: 2.7k cws: none

Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

Whatever your fingers meet first is… hard and cold. You don’t even know how to begin describing the shape- something like a neck blooming out into a wider..

It’s a horn. 

Your hand slides back to the opposite end of the bell end of it. A thick, almost uncomfortable rubber end caught against your skin. Even without seeing it it felt dense. Without giving it much through, your grip closed around the thing for a split second- and a cut off muffled honk attempted to squeak through the sack and the various other items drowning it. 

That was enough to grab your curiosity enough to tug the item out into the air and… It was indeed a horn- the kind you’ve seen…

Your eyes snap to the owner of the clown horn. Looey nearly jumped under the way your eyes landed on him… but he didn’t let his surprise show for longer than half a second before he cracked his usual (albeit somewhat nervous) smile. 

“Oh- Neat, you drew my-” He started but Yatta immediately started gushing. Her papery hands grabbed him by one of his shoulders and rocked him slightly… and for the first time since you’ve first met the toon she actually said something quietly in his ear. The long balloons on top of his head twitched slightly and the wag in his tail seemed to freeze. 

The interaction only lasted for a few seconds- but whatever was said clearly had an effect on Looey as his eyes refused to fully settle on you. The eyes of the toons around you didn’t get much time to properly burn into the three of you before Dandy snatched everyone’s attention back. 

He seemed… almost confident. More like cocky. For what reason you didn’t know. It almost reminded you of the way a character would immediately relax when they heard someone they fancied did not have feelings for some other party. 

You shove the idea to the side. 

“Well would you look at that, Dewdrop! You’ve at least got someone to entertain you for a few minutes,” 

It almost sounded mean in it’s own way even through his sweet tone. 

Yatta pushed Looey out of the crowd and he tried to hide the slight stumble in his step- whether he was a light toon or Yatta had pushed a little too hard… or both…

He closed the gap between the two of you. 

The balloon forced himself to stand straight up under the gaze of everyone else. The nervous twitch in the side of his smile was not lost on you as Dandy continued on- as if you didn’t already know the rules of the game. 

“We get it, Dandy,” You gently cut him off. Dandy’s words cut off with a click of his teeth, and he stares at you hard. 

“Right! Right of course! Well, I’ll let you two go on and get-” the flower shifted himself to look at an already irritated looking Vee. 

“Come on,” You muttered softly under your breath before the interaction between the two mains could unfold. 

“Yeah- yeah right-” and Looey was right on your tail as you walked side by side down the long hall to the gift shop. 

“Hope the room’s not too cold, I know it’s winter but… jeez…” you muttered softly under your breath as you stepped inside. 

The room was indeed a little chilly. They had really wanted to lean into the winter wonderland theme. The coolness of the lobby may have also been a ploy to get visitors to come down to the much warmer and cozier Christmas themed floors. 

“It’s not so bad,” Looey trailed behind you a few feet. He eyes scan around the gift shop. Some limited Christmas merch littered the shelves. Mugs for hot cocoa, character themed marshmallows, and of course plushies. 

“You think it’s a little odd they’re selling recolors of you for Christmas?” Your eyes landed on an off color Christmas themed Looey plushie. 

“I dunno… but I think I look pretty dapper with the hat,” 

“Really highlights the head,” You teased softly. You barely catch the side eyed look the toon gives you before your eyes scan around the merchandise. 

Antler headbands for Rudie, cookies “from” Ginger, and a really goofy looking Coal plush… they always made Pebble’s plushes look dopey and it seemed they’ve missed the mark with Coal.. though… you don’t hate the overstuffed round thing or it’s bulging eyes. They were cute in their own ways. 

“You think we’re supposed to go into that door over there?” He finally broke the short pause of silence. You whipped around and sure enough the staff only door was open… how did…

You know what you weren’t going to question it, you were both already eating into your time for the round and it wouldn’t do either of you any good to stand around doing nothing.

You could stand around and do nothing in the dark storage room instead- and that’s exactly what you did for the first thirty seconds after you both stepped in. 

The only sound was the soft creaking of Looey’s body as he shifted around on each of his feet. 

A part of you wondered if he had grown so used to the sound that he stopped hearing it. 

He stood only about a foot away from you to your right. 

Your hands run slightly against the wall behind you for a few seconds. The squeak of his body lightly grating on your nerves as you tried to scrape your mind for anything to say. 

“So…” 

Another squeak as Looey turned his head to look at you, his gaze before darting across the room to take everything in. 

“...What did Yatta say to you earlier? Looked like it was something… kinda serious? I mean you like- kinda looked a little stressed-?” 

Looey’s squeaking came to a stop.

Silence… and then-

“Oh! Aha- she was just teasing me,” He played it off. 

“About…? She doesn’t seem like the type to tease someone- at least I don’t think so? I actually… never get to spend all that much time with her-”

“You know…” Looey seized the chance to change the subject. “...if you want, you could join our troupe-” 

He’d already asked you and just about every toon in Gardenview the same question. Your mouth tugged in a tight line and you made a soft clicking noise with your teeth.

“...I don’t know… I mean- Yatta’s got her acrobatics, Blot’s a mime, and you got your jokes and… you do tricks I think, right?” 

“I can juggle!” He piped up eagerly. “...but I don’t have anything to juggle right now-” 

Your eyes darted to the various merch items in the room. “There’s plushes in here-”

“Way to put someone on the spot- but-” Looey’s smile for a moment into an awkward grimace. He rubbed the back of his neck- at least… did he have a neck? You’ve never actually seen under his shirt collar- but the motion was still the same. 

“They’re too… shaped… don’t tell them I said that-” his eye darted to the copious amounts of plushies- mostly Shellys but there were some Sprouts and Vees still stacked in a corner. The Shelly plushes nearly burst out of their box there were so many… but they looked otherwise untouched. 

“Well, point is… circus stuff isn't really… my thing you know- being up on stage is your thing anyway,” You offer him a shrug. 

“Ahahha- yeah, I guess it is my thing isn’t it?” Another string of awkward chuckles.

“Besides, I think three is enough- it’s not like you three are overloaded with having to entertain the visitors right?” 

His laughs die off. 

“Well… We aren’t, but you know what they say- the more the merrier?” Looey returned your shrug. 

“I guess they do say that,” You hum. 

Another break of near silence. 

“You know…” Looey started up again. You bring your eyes back up to meet his and the second you make eye contact he tore his eyes away from yours. “..Yatta’s going to be busy with Blot all week, they’re thinking of doing a duo act some time soon- and…”

“What? Did they leave you behind in the dust?” You teased. A soft sort of high pitched squeak slipped into the air. 

“I wouldn't say that- His head shrunk back slightly into his shoulders. He was looking anywhere but you- eyes wide against the dimness of the unorganized space. His rubber- latex?- hands shifted and rubbed against themselves as his fingers tensed and untensed. 

It was only really now that you noticed that his face was completely flat- as if drawn on. Most of the other toons had depth to their faces… but Looey…

His mouth looked two dimensional as he opened it again to continue his awkward speech. 

“-but I like you, so I was wondering if you wanted to come fill in that spare time? I need some feedback on some of my new material… and Yatta usually says everything is great, and Blot…” He trails off.

But you were stuck on the first few words. 

It could have been a mix up. A tiny mix up that could change the meaning completely… and Looey didn’t seem to catch it like you did. 

In a split second decision you pounce right on the wording. 

“You like me?”

His chattering ramble was immediately cut short for a few seconds- and then a tidal wave to try to reword what he had said began to spill from his mouth. 

“Your company! I like your company- you’re real neat, and you have a good sense of humor, and I like being around you- I mean who wouldn’t be? You get along with just about every toon here and I haven’t heard of any visitors not liking you either- and-” 

And he went on and on for a few seconds to save face. You allowed him to keep going for a few more seconds. If had lungs you were sure he would have run out of air by now… but he simply kept going. 

Maybe he really didn’t have lungs. 

Did toons have organs? Maybe you’d ask another toon about it later- or maybe one of the staff. You bring yourself back into the moment at Looey’s side. He was still going on- his grin still plastered across his face in contrast to his ears laying flat against his round head. 

“You don’t need to make an excuse, I like you too, you know,” 

He kept going on for a few more seconds before he froze mid syllable.

“I’m sorry?” His tail flicked behind him and dully thumped against the wall behind him. 

“I think you’re pretty neat, too,” You offer him a lopsided smile. His widened eyes finally settled themselves back on you… and after a few seconds of visible pondering he returned the same smile… albeit more exaggerated- his eye squinted under the hitch of his mouth. 

“You got a cute smile too, I like how it kind of… quirks up on one side,” You point to one of your cheeks. The higher side of his mouth twitched slightly. 

“Yeah?” 

You hum a response and shift yourself to face your body towards him in full… you were getting tired of tilting your head to the side anyway… you hoped the constant turn wouldn’t leave your neck sore tomorrow. 

“I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you- keep you company if that’s what you really want,” You offered. Your eyes scanned across his face as his brow furrowed together for a split second- bouncing around in uncertainty as he took another few seconds to pick your words apart to find their meaning. 

Were you being sincere in your offer or was this a simple tease?

Why not both?

“Why don’t you come by my room when you want me to give you some feedback, all you gotta do is knock,” You shift your weight between your feet. 

His mouth pried itself open stiffly. You could nearly hear how dry it sounded.

It shuts. His hands curl in on themselves again. And then he tries again. 

“Yeah- Yeah! That works with me-” His tail started to sway behind him with a string of soft squeaking. Again, it thumped softly against the wall behind him. 

“You’ve got a little something-” You reached a hand forward and swiped some of the dust that stuck and settled against his latex body. A part of you did not at all envy the material that made him up. You don’t think you could stand having random things stick to you like that. 

Almost like there was muscle underneath the layer of rubber tensed under your palm. Your skin caught against the material and dragged- almost stuttering the motion. 

“At least warn a toon first-” He weakly chuckled. Your hand tensed- and to your horror the door opened. 

“You must’ve not heard me knocking but-” 

Your hand immediately fell from Looey’s cheek as Dandy stood in the doorway. The light pouring in stung your eyes enough to make them water around the corners. 

“Time’s up I guess,” You mumble softly as you let your hand try to find a natural position at your side. 

You didn’t much like the look the flower was giving you… actually… Dandy’s eyes looked more like they had settled on Looey. It doesn’t last for much longer before he spins on his heel. 

“I was even nice enough to give you an extra thirty seconds-! You didn’t answer the door!” the chipperness of his voice sounded fake as he started to wander away from the door. 

Weird.

“Come on, he looks like he’s upset,” Looey muttered softly in your ear. You only offer him a silent nod as you both step out of the storage room, then to the gift shop… and as you stepped into the hall you both lingered for a few seconds. 

It was just the two of you- Dandy already well out of ear shot. 

The back of his head held your gaze for a few more seconds before you looked to the clown. 

“I know joking is your thing, but… were you serious about liking me?” 

He nearly tripped on his feet. It’d be funny- he was standing perfectly still a second prior- but it only came off as pathetic.

He seemed to shrink under your stare as it became more pointed. You could only hope you didn’t look too accusatory or judgemental to him.

He remained tensed… before simply relaxing- he looked about ready to deflate on the spot as he fell to admission. 

“I was serious,” He finally confessed. “I do like you, a lot actually- but I’m like… totallyokaywithit– if you don’t feel the same-” he added the second part quickly; the words nearly smashing into one another. 

He bounced on the balls of his feet- up and down. Then back up. You swear he sometimes moved as much as Yatta when his nervousness started to hit. 

“In that case I meant what I said too, about liking you,” You offer him a smile- and his movements slowed just a tiny bit. 

“Yeah?”

You hum in response. 

He set his feet flat against the floor once more. His arms remained swaying slightly at his sides. 

“Yeah,” you finally repeated his word back to him. 

You steal a glance over your shoulder. No one had noticed yet that you hadn’t returned. 

At least not until the next pair started making their way to the storage room- Brightney and Connie.

The ghost locks eyes with Looey for a split second- but no words are exchanged. But there was… a look exchanged. 

You’d have to ask about that, too. 

“Come on, I don’t think they’d like the idea of people hanging out right outside the door,” You lightly tug Looey by his upper arm. 

And he allowed you. Not that he could fight back that much- he really did weigh like nothing in your hold. 

The only toon who noticed your return to the party with Yatta- and soon Blot as she elbowed them…

“Wanna go hang out with them until the next game starts?” You shift your hold on his arm. 

Looey- who seemed to finally find himself fully at your side- nodded. “Yeah! That’d be nice,” 

And it was nice. In the time between the current game and the start of the next, Looey found himself once again fully comfortable in your presence- and you found yourself with a pair of new friends.

[jjwolves]

LITTLE WAR RERUNS ‿̩͙ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻

Clown Phone: Biiiiiiig thank you to @namosaga for commissioning this piece! I hope it lives up to expectations... I had fun writing it. Once again my habit of spinning up little stories by accident has occurred. But maybe you guys like that? Honk honk.

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA the Worker X Werewolf Reader

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1200 Words, ~7 Mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @saradika-graphics

Warnings: Brief Violence, PTSD (as per Soldier ENA Theory), Slight Angst

You and ENA had been dating a while, and over time you found that there was a deep connection between you two—a spark of symmetry, a heart of transformation. One of aspirations and the other of form. ENA loved you because she understood your similarities and, in you, found not just a good friend but someone that she could rely on and trust. You loved ENA for her oddball insight and her determination. She was someone who never went back on her word, someone with determination and courage. Most entities were scared of your unpredictability—one moment you were an odd outlander, with your being segmented into hair, skin, face, clothes. But the next moment you could blur into fur and fangs and strength. Most would be unnerved, but ENA? “A changer of shape, I see? How trademark! As for me, my fate has found purchase in a similar field.” She wiggled her clawed hand at you. You really adored her attitude and how kindly she treated you. Your brave ENA. You loved everything about her, and that’s why it was so disheartening to see her pale before your form on that fateful day.

ENA was tasked with overseeing advertisement, according to her employers, which is why you were at this place with red carpets for roads and radio towers for trees. Signals could be seen resonating out into the air. Spotlights shone into the pulsing, navy blue sky from somewhere obfuscated. You told her that she’d be a natural. After all, you continued, she was essentially a walking advertisement half of the time, at which her pale side demanded, “Oh yeah?! If half of me’s a corpo shill, then what about the other half?! Am I some sorta half-assed decoration for you people?! Or am I. Am I.” You raised an eyebrow. A signal materialized and crashed into a nearby tower at the wrong angle, breaking it into glossy pixels which rained down around you, clinking on the ground like shell casings. “Am I. Doing… something? Doing…” ENA’s face flickered static and she stood stalk still. Her silhouette was smoke and gunfire. Oh no. You could tell your services were required! It was time to go wolf. You proudly stretched and underwent a metamorphosis. It was a grotesque sight, to be sure, but ENA was never one to be scared of you—if a hulking, furry beast was what the doctor ordered, then that’d have to be that. You wrapped ENA into a very powerful (and soft) werewolf hug, and you could feel the rigidity in her posture melting away. She never said it directly, but being hugged by a muscly fuzzball made most problems in life seem to disappear. The smoke and bullets went to hide for a time. You asked if she wanted to go somewhere else. “Y-yes. Get me outta here, dammit.”

You never asked ENA about her episodes. There was really no way to know if she had been through some truly scarring experiences or if those were just another odd quirk of her existence. You hadn’t been brave enough to ask, but you figured that she’d tell you when she was ready. Either way, nurture or nature, ENA was set on getting her company’s name out into the wild and completing the job that she was assigned. Later that day, she went straight back to that place with you in tow in order to sell them the pitch of a lifetime. The spotlighted city had a town square surrounded by massive, rusty televisions displaying rotting static. You set up a stool for ENA so that she could properly embody the peak of the corporate ladder. “Thank you for the stool, dearest. I’ll look like the head honcho standing up there! This’ll be the pitch of a lifetime. Guaranteed!” She gently pet you and scratched under your chin. Your tail thumped. You were excited for her! “You are always sold on scritches, huh? It’s… cute. Lucky for you, you have bought into a lifetime supply! You know, I bet we can work that into our public relations campaign. Let’s circle back on that.” She was clicking her pen already.

You thought that you were there for moral support, but ENA expectantly shoved index cards into your hand. Welp, looks like you were going to be in the advertisement, too! You asked what the name of the company was, at least. “The company is my employer. They could hire you, too, if you're not careful!” Several router-people gathered around ENA’s soapbox and observed as she used you as a mascot and/or a “pretty face that the customers can relate to”, having you switch back and forth as the half ad-libbed display played out. One moment you were saying slogans ENA wrote for you using your earlier moment as inspiration, such as “scratch company’s back so they can scratch yours”, and “everyone loves a belly rub, but here’s the real rub-down: insurance”. Things were going pretty well, but you began to feel tense (and a little tired from doing shapeshifter anaerobics, phew). The crowd was a little thinner each time you looked back. The old, decrepit TVs became alight once more with the confused faces of router-folks. And a dark figure emerged from the shadows to accost your cubist girlfriend. “I’m sold,” the figure said, extending a hand of lost signal. “Joy! True wonderment. Let’s shake on it.” ENA went to shake the figure’s hand, but you transformed and got in between them. “I’m in the middle of a deal, pal!” Meanie exclaimed. You told ENA that you were pretty sure this guy wanted to put her into a TV, and as her sworn protector, that wasn’t going to happen. The figure seemed to hesitate before trying to get around you and grab at ENA anyway. And you snapped.

You had had enough of the beings in this world treating ENA so poorly. You went forward with teeth and fangs, stomping up to the figure and tearing into him, rending him into smoke and missing channels and a stylish coat that went flying somewhere. The crowd scattered, terrified shrieking ensuing. You were used to it. But you weren’t used to what ENA was doing. ENA was crouched, muttering something about four-legged tanks and trembling. Bullets and smoke. It broke your heart. She flinched when you moved, so you decided that it was time to be the pretty face, as she put it. You transformed back behind a hedge and returned to find ENA clutching her cap, looking afraid for a moment, before Meanie’s hand shot out and grabbed yours. “Y-you, uh… Made dividends. Of him… Thank you.” She hugged you, tight. You were relieved, and scared, and coming down from the high of lycan-powered violence. It felt weird to be held when you were about the same size as her, but it felt… right. ENA was safe, and here, and the enemy was dead. Your little war was won.

A/N: If you want to get into my headspace for writing ENA stuff, check out the album Some Kind of Strange, by Collide, but the instrumental album specifically (Inside is my favorite). That and ambient nine inch nails/trent reznor songs. These are exclusively what I write ENA to.