#swallow al

[ask-tempesta]

Which is harder to deal with? The bird, or the fancy one?

"Yer comparin' a mosquito to a rabid dog, mate."

"They both be terrible, but one's a tiny nuisance that's impossible t' smack, and the other can an' will rip yer arm off."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 170

Once again on my Ras & Danny being training rivals thanks to time travel bullshit. 

Look, Danny knows about the league of Assassins, but he almost dies of laughter when he realizes it’s the modern name of the league of Shadows. He’s an adult now, has been for a while, he’s allowed to find the situation he’s found himself in amusing. Hell, his sparring buddy who is somehow still alive is laughing too. 

And no one else knows what’s going on, okay? This random man walked into their secret base, completely ignored the many assassins trying to stop him, and called their illustrious leader a “Little Bitch Man” and they are now fighting?

The fighting is familiar, but why the fuck is Ras cackling and saying things like “Ayreh Feek” back. Practically saying “Fuck you,” while laughing and oh Pit, they’re Bantering this is terrifying, why has Ras not won yet, why has this man not died yet and- bodies aren’t supposed to bend like that what the fuck- 

Ras on the other hand, has One friend, who is immortal like him, actually remembers the shit he complains about, is also down for saving endangered animals, and actually knows how to spar! It’s not a proper spar unless someone loses at least a hand that has to be reattached! And honestly, people nowadays should know that the proper greeting to an old friend is to instantly try to kill the other. 

[mottsfiddle]

Did a screencap redraw for funsies!

Ah to be a giant deer man stomping around acting like a toddler playing godzilla while eating mobsters like sushi & horrendously embarrassing the woman who's establishment you work at

Original:

[twylatistic]

Reagan is at the very front because she controls everything. The second in commands are Donatello and Harold Hutchins. The shadow in there is specifically snapcube shadow

Bill Cipher’s only in there because I made a deal with him

(That’s a Mike Wheeler island out there btw)

[autisticrosewilson]

Just need you to know that scrolling through your blog is somehow only egging on my au's with past Catherine/Nyssa and Catherine/Talia (I don't really have an explanation for the how or why of those ideas don't worry about it)

No wait you're so real for this!!! I literally have a Cathy/Talia au where Catherine is Talia's personal assistant in the works. I hadn't even thought of Cathy and Nyssa though!! That would be so fun if Nyssa was like "I'm tired of the family business I want to live my own life" and then she came back two years later with a girlfriend, the girlfriends husband, and a kid of indeterminate parentage. She's like hey guys I'm back ^_^ and Ra's is like "where have you been and who are these people??" "Gotham <3" "AKH IT'S ALWAYS FUCKING GOTHAM"

[boycritter]

almost choked on my magnesium </3

[jazzdailyblog]

Steve Kuhn: A Journey Through Jazz Mastery

Introduction: Steve Kuhn is a jazz pianist whose career spans over six decades, marked by a relentless pursuit of musical excellence and innovation. Born eighty-six years ago today on March 24, 1938, in New York City, New York, Kuhn began playing the piano at an early age and quickly showed a natural talent for the instrument. His musical journey has been characterized by a deep exploration of…

[fullmetall]

last brainblast for now i swear i promise but something abt ed being the more unserious of the two brothers but taking on this almost parental tone when he comforts al. yeah

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1338

first posted in facebook august 21, 2024

adrienne elise tarver -- "weary as i can be" (2021)

"i'm weary of the ways of the world be weary of the ways of the world i'm weary of the ways of the world" … solange

"oh, she may be weary and young girls, they do get wearied wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah yeah but when she gets weary try a little tenderness, yeah yeah" … jimmy campbell, reg connelly, and harry m. woods

"images of tarver’s paintings of seated black matriarchal figures are gracing bus shelters throughout boston … focuses on the power and restoration found in the mundane act of sitting. the paintings, which mirror the posture of many commuters, spring from tarver’s deep research into media archives, family photos, and found imagery and explore notions of rest and personal sovereignty through time, especially as they pertain to black women" … cate mcquaid

"jazz, to me, is one of the inherent expressions of negro life in america: the eternal tom-tom beating in the negro soul - the tom-tom of revolt against weariness in a white world, a world of subway trains, and work, work, work; the tom-tom of joy and laughter, and pain swallowed in a smile" … langston hughes

"so try a little tenderness whenever you can … swallow some pain with just a smile" … al janik

[apatheticsunday]

Demon Twins AU

AKA "Danyal al-Ghul is seven minutes younger than Damian. Those seven minutes mean something."

Danny loved his older brother. Even when Talia favored Damian over him, even when Ra's spared no expense for his brother's care, even when Danny was left unprotected against their mentors' brutality without the title of heir. He swallowed the bitterness of jealousy and instead accepted any affection Damian could secretly give him away from Ra's prying eyes.

He knows Damian loved him, too. As much as Ra's and their mother allowed, as much as being in the league allowed. It was the hitch in Damian's breath when Danny was hit a little harder than usual, bread under his pillow when Danny was sent away without food, the twitch of his lips when Danny said an amusing joke. They could never hug, never speak openly, but Damian always had a small, secret space in his heart for his brother. (Danny and Damian learned early on to never show affection. Danny was once gifted a hawk for his birthday, only for Ra's to slaughter it once Danny had grown to love it. He had nightmares for months that Damian was forced to slaughter him. He woke up every morning feeling sick because he couldn't remember if he'd forgiven Damian in his dreams.)

The only thing that tested Danny's love for Damian was when he left. His mother didn't tell him that Damian was gone. He'd carefully crept into Damian bedroom one night, asking if he'd go stargazing with Danny, when he realized Damian was gone. All his clothes, weapons, gone. There was a single bare mattress. It wasn't until weeks after that Danny's mother told him Damian was sent on a mission as the heir to train with the notorious Dark Knight of Gotham, their father.

There was that bitterness but this time, Danny couldn't swallow it. The emotion sat in his throat like acid, burning in his eyes and throat until he could escape to his bedroom that night. Muffled a scream into his pillow and felt sick, agonizing fury. Jealousy, grief, resentment. It didn't subside for weeks, months, until aching loss of Damian's presence replaced it.

And then Danny's first and only mission.

Kill the heir. Murder his own brother. Danny's grandfather had always looked at him with contempt, hatred. But there was something truly terrifying in his voice when he'd gripped the back of Danny's neck, growled do not disappoint me, and released him into his mother's waiting arms. "He was softened by your father. Dulled and weakened. Don't forget, Danyal," Talia said to him. "The more you care for something, the more sway it has over you. The more it ruins you."

Danny hadn't believed her.

Even as he boarded the private plane, Danny wondered if he could join in Damian's life: fantasies of living in an apartment, stargazing, learning who his father is. Finally learning if Damian had started drawing like his hands always yearned to. Wondering he could see the stars in Gotham as well as in the desert. Danny was almost too eager to see his older brother again, practically giddy at the thought of a reunion away from Ra's and their mother.

Except Damian's hair is... longer. Two older boys are on either side of him and one reaches over to ruffle his hair. And Damian turns with a wide, unguarded smile that Danny's never seen. Watches as one of the other boys hands Damian a takeaway cup of coffee and Damian drinks it without any hesitation. Watches as they banter back and forth, Damian's shoulders no longer rigid with immaculate posture or tense with hypervigilance. Danny watches as Damian acts as if he... as if Danny never existed, as if he'd completely forgotten about him.

The all-consuming ache of Damian's absence is crippling. Worse still is the anger, the rage of being left behind and forgotten while he suffered. Danny was forgotten despite how many times he forgave, loved, hurt. This stranger stands in Damian's place.

(And maybe Danny's mother was right. Danny's never loved anything more than Damian, yet mere moments of watching his brother interact with his new family makes him feel... ruined. A forgotten memory to be tucked under Damian's bed like blunted pencils hidden from their grandfather.)

It... doesn't matter. Danyal al-Ghul has a mission to complete.

[mikkeneko]

Or to use a more modern idiom, "Why pit two bad bitches against each other?"

[chiwhorei]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 ₊˚⊹♡

Pairing: ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ, sʏʟᴜs, ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ, xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ, ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tags: shortform, drabble, daddy kink et al, nasty back-shots, men begging, nothing too crazy but all smut. MDNI I swear to GOD dfwm

Notes: The LaDS and their cocks, that’s all this is. I can’t stop thinking about them, I’m lost in orbit. I may never make it back. —Xoxo, Dollie

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ has a thick cock you can barely fit your lips around and makes your jaw ache. It’s a feeling you’re seemingly addicted to, so he’s contented to let you suckle on the tip with tears in your eyes for as long as you need. Zayne is observant, acutely aware of when your eyes get glassy and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. He knows just what you need. He’s a not-so-secret freak with iron-clad composure so he’ll keep you down there for hours humping his leg and blowing bubbles on his tip. Your face and chin are shiny with spit and tears, pupils blown fat as saucers when two fingers lift your head to meet his even and positively adoring gaze. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, tapping twice before you suck it into your mouth obediently.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Such a pretty girl. Daddy’s pretty cock whore, so desperate for anything I give you.”

sʏʟᴜs has a long, curved cock that curls right into your g-spot, veins pulsing prominently on either side that you can feel distinctly. And even though it hurts going in every time, once you’re stretched around it you physically can’t stop yourself from cumming on it repeatedly and milking him dry. He can’t help wrapping his long, lithe fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing in just enough to remind you what’ll happen if you stop your desperate bouncing. Your legs ache, your head is swimming, but you continue with a sloppy wet rhythm. Tears prick at your eyes for Sylus to thumb away, gentle for only a beat before something sinister curls around his lips. You yelp at the mean pinch to your clit, your final warning.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “We’ve barely just begun, sweetheart. I thought you were my big girl? That’s it, baby, cum around it again”

ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ has such a stupidly big cock —coke can thick and slaps his belly button— that he’s worried might kill you one of these days, especially with how fucking insistent you are that he gives it all to you at once. He takes hours working you open before he’ll even unzip his pants, shaking his head at the way you plead against your own best interests. You’re squirting against his chest and abdomen once he pulls your ass up and gives you what you say you want so bad. Your pussy stretches around his almost-impossible shaft and leaves a creamy ring around the base. Caleb swears he feels a vein in his temple burst when you’re reaching back to slow the abuse of his hips. You complain that he babies you, then you cry that it’s too much? With both of your wrists in one hand and your jaw in the other, he’ll teach you a lesson in follow through.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Mmf- Messy-plap-Fucking-plap-Brat. Can’t make up your mind, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve always known what’s best for you.”

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ has a disastrously sensitive cock. Even through his boxers, his sweats and your leggings, he can feel how warm your little slit is. Each haughty rut of your crotch against his is making the air around him feel thicker and harder to swallow. A wet patch is forming on the tent in his lap, precum and the leaking of your pussy. Xavier feels dizzy, his twitching dick so painfully hard that your movements border on torture. He needs some kind of relief, but you just look so perfect grinding down on him like this. He can’t stop you now, when you’re whispering how close you are into the shell of his ear. Your back arches sharply, cunt pulsing against his shaft until he’s shooting into his pants- but he doesn’t mind. He’ll just flip you over and lick another orgasm out of your poor pussy until you’re screaming yourself hoarse and he’s ready to go again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “God, baby, you made such a mess of me. No, no, no— we’re not stopping until I return the favor.”

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ has the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. It’s perfect in every way, like it was made just for you. Long and just a bit thicker at the base, with a deep pink tip that always blushes under your awestruck stare. Your favorite place to kiss and nuzzle is the twin freckles on the underside of his shaft. You love curling up in between Rafayel’s legs on the floor while he’s sat spread on the couch. You kiss every inch of soft, delicate skin- covering his balls with your nipping and sucking first, then up his length and across his perfectly trimmed pubes. Rafayel, never one to deny you— even at the cost of his own sanity— might just pass out from the lack of blood in his brain. The only thing you love more than slathering spit and sticky lipgloss all over him, is the way he moans for more. So fucking pretty, so perfect.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Ah- ah- FUCK, you’re going to be the death of me, I need you so- ah- I need you so bad.”

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❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2025©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.

[lillilybells]

DAMIAN'S GIRLFRIEND HAS TO MEET TALIA!!

Family dinner V✧₊⁺

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing|damian wayne x reader (feat. Talia Al Ghul)

summary|getting ambushed by.. your boyfriend’s mother.

word count|790

warnings|blood! Kidnapping, mentions of world domination, teen romance.

notes|I’ve been thinking about this meeting for like forever!! I thought this was funny nd cute, hope hopefully yall like it<33

Family dinner masterlist

It was supposed to be a simple, drama-free day.

Damian had insisted on taking you to the mall—shopping, photo booth pictures, overpriced iced coffee (which he still didn’t understand your obsession with), and dinner. No patrols. No emergency calls. Just you and him being teenagers for once.

And it had been perfect. Right up until you decided to walk home under the moonlight instead of letting Damian call a limo. You were laughing, teasing him, piggybacking through the empty street—until it all went black.

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You came to consciousness with a pounding head and the blinding sting of fluorescent lights overhead. A thick mat was beneath you, the air smelled faintly of incense—and metal. You sat up quickly, chest tightening when you realized your surroundings: not a hospital, not the manor.

A dojo.

You weren’t alone.

A woman stood in front of you, tall and poised. Her posture was rigid, arms folded over long green robes with gold embroidery, her hair sleek and dark, her face expressionless—but her eyes.

Those sharp, beautiful emerald eyes. Damian’s eyes.

“(Full name),” she said. Not a question—an assessment.

You swallowed. “Yeah... that's me.”

She tilted her head slightly, surveying you. “So you are the one occupying my son’s attention.”

Your heart dropped. “You’re... Talia,” you whispered. Damian’s mother.

The woman gave a faint, almost amused smile. “He doesn’t mention me, I assume.”

You didn’t answer, and she didn’t wait.

“What does my son see in you?” she asked, stepping forward. “Besides.. looks, You are ordinary. No League training. No lineage of note. Civilian blood. Can’t fight..” Her eyes narrowed.

You flinched slightly. “I—Damian says I don’t need any of that. He’s been training me a little.”

She raised a perfectly shaped brow. “Training you?” Her voice held the same tone Damian used when disappointed. “And what will that accomplish? Do you think a few sparring matches in the manor gym make you his equal?”

You stayed quiet. Frowned, What could you say?

“He is the heir to the Demon’s Head. He has been trained by masters since he could walk. He was raised in fire and blood—and yet he chooses you?”

“I love him,” you blurted. Almost defensively, “More than anything.”

Talia’s eyes gleamed. “Love,” she repeated, almost to herself. “A foolish word. Do you know what it costs to love someone like my son?”

You hesitated.

She didn’t.

“Would you follow him if he embraced his destiny? If he chose the League over Gotham? If he conquered a nation instead of protecting it?”

“I—” You stumbled. “If he asked me to stand by him, I would. No matter what.”

She held your gaze, unblinking.

A voice exploded beyond the metal doors.

“MOTHER!”

Your head snapped around.

Screaming. Metal clashing. A thud. Then—

The door was blown clean off the hinges.

Damian stood in the doorway, bathed in shadows and blood—none of it his own. His sword dripped red. His eyes immediately locked onto you.

“Beloved—!” He was at your side in two strides, cupping your face. “Are you hurt? Did she touch you?”

“I—I'm okay,” you said, dazed. “I was just... interrogated?”

He frowned, pulling you close. “She’s insane.”

Talia stepped forward slowly, folding her hands behind her back.

“Still dramatic, I see,” she said.

“Still kidnapping people?” Damian shot back dryly.

“You would prefer I text?” Talia countered, and then her eyes shifted to you. “She’s soft. But not useless. And she didn’t cry.”

“Wonderful. Can we leave now?” Damian said flatly, grabbing your hand.

“I approve,” she added abruptly, ignoring him.

He froze.

You blinked. “You do?”

“She’s loyal. And perhaps... exactly the kind of weakness my son needs.”

Damian scowled. “Your compliments are always backhanded.”

“And your girlfriends are always unprepared,” she said, brushing past you both. “But... she has heart. That’s rarer than you think.”

You left with Damian before she could say more, his hand gripping yours tightly. The cold air hit your skin as soon as the temple doors shut behind you.

“Tt. I can’t believe her,” he muttered. “She’s out of her mind. And you—you should never have had to deal with that. I should’ve seen it coming.”

“It’s fine,” you said, still a little shaken. “Well, not fine, but... she wasn’t that bad. Could’ve done without the League goons though.”

“at least I met all the in-laws” you teased, giving a cheeky smile.

Damian scoffed. “You think. You’re lucky Grandfather wasn’t there.”

You blinked. “You mean Ra’s al Ghul?”

He gave a humorless chuckle. “Yes. Compared to him, Mother’s practically a saint.”

You looked at him. “Your family's wild.”

“Tell me about it.” he said, but a small smirk played on his lips.

sorry about how short this is guys☹️ but it didn’t feel right adding more and I can’t even lie it’s almost 4am rn, yeahh😭 sorryyy💗

[willyoubemycherryy]

TAKE 4 🎬 -> + Stack. M x Reader+

Anothhhheeerrrr Stack draft

Summary: In which Stack likes your perfume a little too much. Why, he could just eat you up…

Contains: my completely nonexistent self control, cursing, teasing, flirting, manhandling, oral (f.receiving), Stack is vicious with it, pussydrunk!Stack, no seriously he’s captain eat ‘em down🫡 in this, overstimulation, manhandling, petnames, everyone has a country accent, this is for the ✋🏽 strictly for the ✊🏽, kissing, biting, scent kink?, established relationship, you really need to stop playing with him before you get preg- 🤠whoops! aaaannnnnnd that’s all for today folks!!

A/N- thanks for all the get better wishes and comments<333 y’all are hilarious😂 proud to announce that I’m not sick anymore and my lung is much better so eyyyow!

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You’d never finish your checklist like this. Pointedly ignoring the eyes boring suspiciously into the side of your skull- even humming every couple seconds. However, it was all part of your plan unbeknownst to Stack.

As soon as you came through the door of the joint, ready to help check and tally inventory like you always did in the middle of each week- walking in and kissing him on his jaw like you always did with a soft ‘all ready here, baby’- he immediately noticed it.

A scent.

It was sweet, full, with a crisp nectarine linger to it. Like a freshly bitten apple. Made him taste the sugar of you in the very air he breathed as you breezed past him. For a moment he was frozen; confusion along with a special kind of want took over his face while he wracked his brain for what exactly you did to yourself. You looked the same, pretty n’ heavenly- sounded the same too but something….he swears he’s not crazy. But, you’re acting normal so he tries to do the same, following you to stand behind the bar while you worked. Humming softly as you flip through their records and inventory.

He doesn’t let up, almost in a trance, his eyes fixed on you as the minutes go by.

“God forbid you have anything else to do ’sides eyeball me”, you’re messing with him, trying not to grin at how much closer he’s gotten while studying you. Trying to focus on the lists and feign indifference even as he “subtly” creeps closer to you, dipping his head to trace his nose down from your ear to your chin leaving goosebumps in his wake. The way his lips ghost over the underside of your jaw make you tremble, gripping the pen in your hand that much tighter, you swallow down a breathy whine before shaking him off you. Schooling your face into a scandalized type of shock, you gasp.

“What’s gotten into you? Breathin’ down my neck like I owe you money or somethin’!”

Your fussing barely even reaches his ears and the way you try to bay him away just makes that mouthwatering scent of yours float him higher. Don’t get him wrong- you always smelled good but this was on another tab entirely.

He felt damn near tipsy…

How could you not smell you? Did the rest of you smell the same or only certain areas? Stack knows he ain’t crazy but you’re close to taking him there.

“What is that?”

The usually smooth timbre of his voice sounds rougher from his arousal, bass in his low drawl making your heart skips so hard you jolt, sheer anticipation having your nerves go haywire as you fight the slow heat licking it’s way up your stomach.

“What is what, baby?” You sound confused but he knows better- felt the way you jumped when he asked. Unfortunately, like him, you were a damn good liar and he’d need to have a lot of patience and time to get answers. Time he didn’t have because he was already fattening up in his slacks already.

“Stop playin’ w’me. You did somethin’ different today but I just can’t prove it”, his eyes narrow like that’ll help him figure it out but you’re dedicated to your (false) innocence.

“Can’t prove anything because I ain’t done anything”, riling him up as he pulls back to stare you dead in your eyes, whispering low.

“Oh I know you did.” You keep your eyes locked on his as that familiar itch burns to life inside you. Biting your lip, you lean your head back until your mouth is right up against his ear. It’s a dangerous game but that’s the fun. The thrill.

“And wouldn’t you like to know?”

You’re for sure trying to kill him. Groaning, Stack can’t help himself, taking another deep inhale of your smell, he feels his blood start to simmer. You sigh breathily, teasing him with a barely there brush of your ass against his dick. Stack freezes before nodding slowly- finally piecing it together. “You tryna get ate up ain’t you?” You try to suppress another grin but he makes it too easy. Huffing out a light laugh you shrug him off. Muttering,

“Asks the one tryin’ to eat me up..”

“What?”

“What??”

You speak almost at the same time but Stack can’t be bothered to indulge you right now, earning a delighted little moan from you when he lands a heavy smack on your ass.

From there he’s on autopilot, pressing himself firm against you and sucking bruises on the soft skin of your neck. Loud, needy gasps spill from your lips making his head spin, large hands grabbing all over you intensely while you pant and god help you when Stack purrs in your ear,

“..smell so good mamas..”

There’s a sharp pulse of warmth in your clit- like a heartbeat as you keen. Arousal laced adrenaline washing over you in waves. Stack is caught in a mix between smelling you and touching wherever he can reach and you rush to get back on track.

“S-Stack! Waiiit-!” But he’s in a world of his own, spinning you quickly to face him, muffling your less than genuine protests with his lips. Broad tongue not missing a beat- licking firmly across your teeth before dipping hotly into your mouth. You feel so good, you’re shaking. Eyes fluttering back as your hands find themselves on his wide shoulders.

“Stac- oohf!”

Huffing out when the air is knocked clean out of your chest as you’re mindlessly manhandled onto the top of the counter; dizzy from how fast he’s moving, layers of your poofy dress get thrown up around your waist before he’s hiking your legs over his shoulders, massaging greedily at the plump softness. The nerves from before were nothing compared to how they were now. Watching dazed as Stack licks his lips like a wolf, eyes steeped to dark chocolate while he presses his nose into the underside of your knee, skimming down to your ankles.

Letting out another wrecked groan, it’s just as he thought.

It’s all over you. That delicious smell.

Your pulse skyrockets when you feel your panties being tugged at, biting your lip in heated anticipation. Stack shoves his face in your chest, taking another drag of your smell and whining before lapping a fat stroke up to your neck from your cleavage, humming drunkenly as he nuzzles into you.

Now Stack has always been a wanting and wanted man. You’d seen him be both but you’ve never seen him like this- so… desperate. You were almost concerned. Stack brings his face level to yours again and just the look of him has your stomach clenching.

“What is that smell, pretty? Drivin’ me goddamn crazy..”

He grounds out, taking your mouth in another filthy kiss before you can respond. The hand tugging at your knickers end up ripping them clean off you, your gasp swallowed up by his tongue in your mouth.

That perfume might be the best 20 bucks you’ve ever spent.

When you bought it, it was only because you immediately liked the smell. Sweet, crisp, with a linger to it. Before you left to see Stack, you’d sprayed it on various points of your body- on both sides of your neck, middle of your chest, both wrists, behind both knees and ankles. You liked it so you knew Stack would love it. But this much?

Stack pulls away with your lower lip between his teeth, making you hiss- trying to catch your breath. He rises to his height, no longer bent over you as he starts to undress. Tearing off his jacket and shirt, thick muscles of his arms and chest hypnotize you before he drops to his knees, ripping a gasp from your throat when you’re yanked roughly to the edge of the counter.

“..good, smell so good…”, the words are a soft hush into your skin, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“N’ wet too..”

Shivering, you barely get the chance to prop yourself up on your elbows before he’s on you.

The first lick up your cunt has you crying. Stack feels his cock throb as your wetness coats his tastebuds, long tongue lapping up and down your pussy in hot, thorough swipes. Between your smell and your taste, it was only a matter of time until he was completely gone off you. The nasty moan he lets out shakes you to your core as your eyes water, shaky hips grinding up into his greedy maw while you sob in pleasure.

Hulking arms lock around your thighs, holding you in place as Stack suctions his mouth over your clit, working the poor nub over with his tongue. You yelp, hands shooting out to grab his thick arms, needing to ground yourself. With a sigh, Stack pops wetly off your clit, only giving you a second to gather yourself before lapping his tongue into your tight hole. Undulating that perfect fucking muscle in hard thrusts then up and down through your slit, your eyes fluttering back into your skull at the pleasure running up your spine. Wet, wrecked moans bubble freely from your mouth as Stack buries his mouth deeper into your heat. Smooching your bud in a gentle kiss before slurping it into his mouth, laving his tongue against the underside.

Oh God. Your eyes slam shut- jaw dropping in a deafening wail, manicured nails digging into his arms as you’re abruptly flung off the edge you’ve been trying so hard to hold on to, thighs tensing in his hold as you shatter.

Your back is arched to an almost painful degree, coming so hard euphoria sears through your every nerve, leaving you a mess under Stack’s tongue that doesn’t stop. Licking at you hungrily until you’re pushing at his head.

Reluctantly, he takes his mouth off you, burying his face in your inner thigh, huffing in your sugary scent like a drug. Your heart pounds as you try to catch your breath, holding yourself up on quivering arms so you can look at him. Preparing to move off the counter, you start to close your legs but Stack stops you- peppering heavy kissing all over your thighs and lower stomach.

Rekindling that heat inside you.

Making a noise of confusion, you try to move again when he stops you by pressing a kiss on your lower lips before moving to look you in the eyes. You two make quite the sight with your flushed face and his blown pupils. Cheeks dimpling as he licks his lips, the gold glinting at you while savoring your taste. You let out a shaky moan as you watch him. Fuck it being the best perfume you’ve ever bought, at this point- it was the best thing you’ve ever bought in your life and Stack’s next words confirm it.

“M’not done with you yet, sweet thing..”

And he wouldn’t be until he was bathed in you.

I’m so happy to be back I mf missed yall🥹😭heyyyyyy sistaaaas🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥰!!

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You are NAUGHTY!! Pt2

✦part1 part3

✦ characters: second years

✦ gn!reader

✦ dirty jokes

✦ their partner suddenly cracked a naughty, suggestive joke

Riddle Rosehearts

“So… if I break any more rules, does that mean I’ll have to ‘bend over’ for punishment~?”

Riddle chokes.

No, really he stumbles mid-sentence, goes cherry red, and tries desperately to pretend he didn’t hear what you just said.

“W-What?! H-How dare you say something so inappropriate! That is—That is not at all—!”


He’s absolutely flustered.

His hands flap, his ears are glowing, and he sputters out a million rules that don’t help anything. But behind all the outrage, he’s secretly dying inside.

Later, when he’s alone? He remembers it, turns bright red, and buries his face in a pillow screaming silently.

Reggie Bucchi

“Ruggie, if I were dessert, would you eat me before dinner or save me for a midnight snack?”

Dead.

He laughs so hard he snorts.

“Wh—Pfft—Whaaat?! Are you tryna kill me here?!”

He drops his snack, clutching his stomach, cackling and red-faced. But once he recovers, his grin turns wicked.

“Midnight snack, huh? Guess I’ll just have to find out if you taste as good as you sound~”

Oh, he's cocky now. You're in trouble.

Azul Ashengrotto

“Azul, your are a octopus right? 'Cause you’ve got the perfect grip to wrap around me at night~”

Azul.exe has stopped responding.

He blinks. Coughs. Adjusts his glasses twice. You can see his mental calculator exploding behind his eyes.

“T-That’s… rather inappropriate—! Not that I… I mean, I would never… Unless you…!”

He wants to flirt back but doesn’t trust himself not to say something even worse. He hides behind his businesslike demeanor, though his whole face flaming red.

Later, when he’s more composed?

“I may be skilled with contracts, but I’d never entrap you. Unless… you asked for it.”

And then he winks. And he avoids you after how embarrassed he got after saying that. But he learned!

Jade Leech

“Jade, you’re already so good with your hands in potion class... I’d love to see what else you can stir up.”

He turns to you slowly, a sharp smile curling his lips. Eyes half-lidded. Head tilting slightly in mock innocence.

“What a fascinating observation… Shall I conduct a hands-on experiment with you as my subject?”

He says it so calmly that it sends shivers down your spine. You started the fire, and now he’s feeding it.

He doesn’t stop there. He’ll keep dropping quiet little whispers, brushing your shoulder “accidentally,” leaning down too close until you’re the one flustered.

Floyd Leech

“Floyd, if you squeeze me like that again, I might start getting ideas you’ll need to follow through on~”

His eyes light up like someone handed him a brand new toy.

“Eeeeeeh~? Shrimpy wants me to squeeze more? Don’t tempt me~ I’ll squish you all night long~!”

Floyd goes feral. He’s laughing, chasing you around the room, tackling you into a squish-hug and whispering more outrageous things in your ear.

He loves that you flirted like that and now he’s unhinged.

“Say it again, Shrimpy~ Don’t be shy now. I like this game!”

You unleashed him… Good luck.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Kalim, with how energetic you are, I bet you’d be amazing at cardio. Wanna test that theory… horizontally?”

“Cardio? Like training? Sure—wait… horizontally?!”

Cue bright-red face and an audible GASP.

He’s slow to realize it’s a naughty joke, but once he does?

“Oh... OH! THAT KIND OF JOKE!! A-Ahahaha! Y/N!!! That’s—!!”

He covers his mouth, blushes from ear to ear, and probably trips over a chair trying to hide.

He’s too innocent to say anything back but he can’t stop thinking about it later, giggling to himself.

“Cardio… haha...”

Bad? You’re hilarious. And he’s flustered for the rest of the day.

Jamil Viper

“Jamil, if you’re gonna keep calling me ‘troublesome,’ maybe I should earn the title in your bed.”

He freezes like a statue. Blinks. Swallows hard.

“...What did you just say?”

His voice is calm. Too calm. He runs a hand through his hair and breathes out through his nose like he's trying to keep it together.

“Stop playing with me.”

His face turns red. But the eye contact? Intense. Dangerous.

“Keep saying things like that, and I won’t be responsible for what happens after.”

He's rattled. Turned on. Trying not to show it. You’ve absolutely succeeded in knocking him off-balance.

Silver

“Silver, I wouldn’t mind waking you up every morning… maybe even with a few… special techniques.”

He pauses.

Stares.

Blushes.

Then immediately pretends he didn’t hear that.

“...I see. Thank you for the offer.”

But you notice the way he won’t meet your eyes and how his hand trembles just a little. He’s red. He’s quietly combusting.

Later, when you least expect it?

“...About what you said earlier. About the demonstrating...”

Hehe~

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