#and thats not his fault so im not like a dick to him

[onlyfangz]

is there anything worse than when someone you deeply despise actually does you a massive solid and you have to wrestle with the feeling of Being Grateful?

[puzzlekinq]

pls write anything for edward ily

using this as an excuse to post horny eddie headcanons >:3 (i love you too!!)

edward nashton x gn reader nsfw headcanons

amab reader inclusive !!

cw: pegging, power dynamics, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, jealousy, possessive behavior.

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♡ okay first off. its 3 inches soft, 5 inches hard, pink tip, very thick. stretches you out very nicely.

♡ frequently jerks off. (insert paul dano chronic masturbater image) he has to beat his meat at least a couple times a day. plus i think he'd wake up with morning wood constantly. he has to crank one out as quick as he can if he doesnt want to be late for work, or else hes going in public with a hard on. (he's done it before and it was agony. its your fault he was hard. what have you done)

♡ he would never tell a single soul what kind of porn he watches. but i will, because im the one writing this post

♡ hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys the idea of you pegging him if ya dont have the necessary bits. the first video he watched of someone absolutely railing a guys ass, he got so painfully hard in an instant. ended up not being able to keep himself quiet as he furiously stroked his throbbing dick while he clamped his hand over his mouth for some sort of noise control.

♡ the first time he tried to fuck his own ass was a challenge. yes, his fingers sufficed, they were long enough to reach the right spot, but he didnt know lube was necessary (inexperienced virgin moment) so he just stuck them in dry, and that along with the pain of stretching himself open made for an unpleasant insertion. but he eventually got the hang of it and shot a massive load all over his stomach in like three minutes.

♡ huge praise kink. i'd say he has more of a thing for being praised than degraded, although he likes both. nobody has said a kind word to him in his life, rarely even a simple "thank you". he needs you to tell him hes good, that hes doing so well taking your strap, devouring your cunt, sucking your cock- anything. he just wants to hear that hes doing a good job, and that someone thinks positively of him for once, in a non-sexual context as well.

♡ but he also enjoys when youre a little mean to him in the bedroom, of course. he fucking loves being manhandled, choked, slapped, spit on, or having his dick or ass used just for your pleasure.

♡ LOVES EATING PUSSY!!!! the taste, the smell, the slick and cum all over his face while he grinds against the mattress, getting off to your moans- its all so incredibly hot to him. he'll literally beg to eat you out.

♡ loves sucking dick too!!! he loves taking your cock as far down his throat as he can, usually ending up gagging on it, but hes trying his best. and you know, practice makes perfect, and god, does he love practicing on you. your groans as you push his head down further onto your dick is enough to make him cream his pants. loves when you cum all over his face!!!! he prefers tasting you though.

♡ will cum too fast if he doesnt control himself, and thats why he'll edge himself for as long as you need. the overstimulation from edging feels so fucking good to him, so he really doesnt mind at all if chasing your orgasm takes a while. he gets so drunk off fucking you, he could spend the entire day rutting into your slick warmth.

♡ he can simulate that fantasy by letting you cockwarm him all night, or while hes doing paperwork, or just when youre cuddling on the couch. he cant get enough of being inside of you, he always wants more.

♡ sometimes he'll have to pull out of you and squeeze the base of his cock while he takes slow breaths to stop himself from cumming, his bottom lip crushed painfully between his teeth as sweat drips from his forehead, eyes squeezed shut while he lets out several high pitched whimpers at every exhale. its a pretty sight.

♡ hes veryyy vocal. even if he tried to be quiet he cannot shut up to save his life. has to at least whisper frantic, slurred praises into your ear about how good you feel, how beautiful/handsome/amazing you are, and how you take his cock so well like your holes were made to fit him inside of you, like a puzzle piece- his way of putting it into words.

♡ you were the missing piece in his life for so long, being inside of you is the closest he'll ever get to becoming one with a devine being such as you. he truly does worship you.

♡ hes even louder when hes close, rambling about how bad he wants to fill your tight little hole with his cum, and how good you feel milking his cock.

♡ he loves to edge you as much as he does to himself. your desperate pleads and whines for release, the release that is in his power to take away from you, gives him a blissful feeling of control. he'll make you beg for him to keep fucking you with his fingers, stroking your dick- whatever it would be, he wants to hear you cry for him. he thinks youre so lovely when you cry.

♡ he can be mean about it too. sometimes he'll listen and keep pleasuring you, but goes agonizingly slow, just to hear you beg for it harder, faster, just to make your pretty eyes gloss over with tears. he'll just giggle at you looking so pathetic under him, the knowledge of the state you're in being because of what hes doing to you gets him so excited.

♡ wipes away your tears with his thumb while mockingly cooing about how he knows it hurts, but youre just not asking nice enough.

♡ it honestly just gives him a major power trip. he's like this more often when he's in his riddler getup. you know, the thing about being his true self under the mask, no shame, no limits, blah blah.

♡ not to say he cant be submissive when hes the riddler. because you can totally make him drop the scary, dominant act in like 2 seconds. hes not as tough as he feels in the costume.

♡ but if you let him indulge in his heightened ego he'll make sure you cant even stand up for a couple hours. he got too sillygoofy (wrecked ur guts with his dick) sorry

♡ he's so easy to turn on. it's he really just you being you that gets him so worked up. woke up to your sleepy, angelic self cuddled up next to him? horny. you gave him a hug that lingered for too long? horny. youre wearing his jacket that looks adorably big on you? MEGA HORNY.

♡ he just likes when you wear his clothes in general. he'll take any opportunity he can to offer you his clothes. he thinks you look really cute and hot in them and it gets him all flustered.

♡ he cant pick between chest, ass, or thighs. all of them are so good to him. his head between your thighs, or shoved in your chest with his tongue lapping at your nipples, or having his palm full of the plush flesh of your ass while he fucks you from behind- its all so heavenly to him.

♡ hes a tummy guy too. if you have a chubbier tummy he'll go SO nuts over it. he needs to squeeze your love handles or he'll die. he loves tummy rolls too!! he is GOING to drool over your body no matter what size or shape you are.

♡ speaking of your tummy, he likes having his hand on your stomach while he fucks you. its like a reminder of how deep inside of you he is. he loves having you full of him.

♡ loves the idea of breeding you and getting you pregnant, but if you cant, having you full of his cum is still his way of reassuring himself that you belong to him.

♡ hes very possessive when it comes to you. youre the one good thing hes ever had, and hes not letting you go. ever. and he lets you know that with the way he repeats the word "mine" like a mantra against your love bite covered neck.

♡ he gets extremely jealous easily, and the best way to make him feel better is to let him bury himself inside of you and mark up your body to alleviate his insecurities. he'll leave bruises and hickeys in very noticeable spots, and be like "oops, sorry 🥺" but hes absolutely not. he did it on purpose as his way of telling all of gotham "fuck you, theyre mine."

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oki doki im gonna stop there or this post is gonna be way too long . i have lots of Thoughts about this guy bfgdudhdh i hope this is like. good. or decent

[gamblersdoll]

i have a fic ideaa!

so it’s sundress season and reader is looking cute in her lil dress so she goes out with hakari. hakari keeps getting annoyed with how much people keep staring at reader’s body so he snatches her into the bathroom and lets them know 🤭

cw: 18+, public sex, praise. ive been scrolling in my feed for hours tryna find this when i couldve just gone into my inbox. im a dummy.

“kin?” you ask, holding his hand under the table. both of you were at some lousy burger joint he wanted to go to, since he had a bad craving for meat.

“mm.” he grunted.

“whats wrong witchu’?” you ask, squeezing his hand for a quick second. you leaned into him, rubbing his back. “does your food not taste good? ill call them over–“

“thats not it, babydoll.” he said flatly, bouncing his knee. his eyes darted all over the place, scanning for something.

“then whats up?” you ask, frowning at this point. he stands up and tugs at your hand, signaling you.

“lets go.”

and it was a quick drive off.

you had more errands to run, heading into wallyworld and you briefly got the groceries that you needed for the house.

you felt like you were being watched, like you had millions of eyes on you. was it something in your hair? on your face? you didnt know. hakari hadnt said anything, so it couldnt be that. but he was upset about something.

“leave the buggy there. and follow me.” he said, taking you into the family bathroom swiftly.

“kin–“

“do you want to know why im pissed, and why everyone is staring at you?” he says, trapping you into the bigger stall on the end and sucking on your ear. you moaned out, nodding your head. “it’s your damn sundress. you look too fucken good.” he mumbled, now nibbling at the flesh.

“thats what it was?–“ you ask, before his large hand is on your throat, kissing you deeply until you pulled away for air. your dress was pulled up, and this pissed him off more.

“and no fuckin’ wonder— you had no draws on!” he growled out, shrinking to his knees and licking up at your clit. your hand immediately flew to your mouth, and your hips bucked into his mouth.

“m sorry- i didn’t realize–“ you muffle out, hakari making quick work of his jeans and taking his cock out. you were instantly flipped around, hips pulled to his.

“i bet you didn’t, not your fault though.. just gotta let ‘em know..” he whispered into your ear as he strategically slipped himself inside you, covering your mouth as you moaned from the intrusion.

his hips snapped into you quickly, never faltering. even if someone came in, he didnt slow nor fastened, he just kept going. “you like this, ‘ma?” he asked, close to your ear. you nodded, and him chuckling. “yeah? how much? tell papa how much you like it.” you squeeze around him, and he grips at your hips and thrusts into your cervix vigorously.

“kin baby–“ you softly moan out, hands firmly pressed against the wall and a creamy white ring forms at the base of his cock.

“thats it.. keep creamin’ on this dick.” he says, sucking at your earlobe again. “say my fuckin’ name babydoll.” he groaned.

“kinji— shiit!” you cry out, legs becoming wobbly. he groaned, spilling his load into your pussy, gripping harder at your hips as he shuddered.

“remind me to massage your hips later, i kinda gripped too hard.. sorry mama.” he says apologetically, kissing at your neck the cheek. you nodded.

once you came out the family bathroom after your little clean up, you continued shopping for whatever else you needed.

yet, you were banned from that wallyworld for approximately six months.

oh well, it wasnt the main one you went to, since your main was only ten minutes away, as the one you went to today was forty minutes away.

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors - part II

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I still don’t know how I feel about it… I also take requests if you have any ideas… I’m also working on some fake texts bits haha …THERE MIGHT BE A PART III

>warning: angst, Han is kind of a dick (Im sorry babygirl) not proof read

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

Part I

Masterlist

*Y/N'S POV*

It’s been three weeks since your argument with Jisung. Three weeks since you both talked to each other. He didn’t came home after that night due to his busy schedule but he tried and talk to your parents as much as he could. Your mother tried to make you speak to each other but neither of you wanted to reach out first.

On that night your mother asked what happened to her kids after she saw Jisung dropping you off and leave the next second. You told her everything while crying your eyes out and nothing she said could make you stop.

You never thought that your relationship with your brother could fall to the ground all because you fall in love with the wrong man. Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t regret falling for Minho, you didn’t regret anything about him or anything about your relationship with him. Anything besides keeping it a secret from Jisung.

Maybe things would be different if you would’ve told him sooner. Maybe he wouldn’t have hated you so much right now. You were spiralling down the rabbit hole and all you could think of was “what if”.

You barely talked to Minho in the past few weeks, you hated yourself for putting him through this. He had to work and spend every day with his best friend who probably hated him right now, all because of you.

You were way past the whole “it’s not only my fault” part and got straight to the “it’s all my fault” part.

You were miserable to say at least. You hated yourself for being the reason why your brother hated his best friend. You hated yourself for being the reason your brother hated you. You hated yourself for being the reason why your boyfriend was treated poorly by you in those three weeks.

You tried to be a good girlfriend, you tried to be one considering all the bad you’ve caused to him in his other relationships. You tried your best but you just couldn’t look him in the eyes while knowing what he had to go through.

Thats why you asked him to talk, in the small window he actually had. That’s why you showed up at the coffee shop near the JYP building while looking like you were just hit by a meteorite, waiting for your beloved.

- Hi jagi! It’s so nice to see you, I missed you so much! said minho while talking the seat opposite from you - Hi! Uhm…. Can we talk? you asked straight forward not wanting to be there longer than necessary due to barely being able to keep the tears behind your eyes - Uhm sure…. What do you want to talk about? he asked anxiously - I’m so sorry Minho! I’m really sorry about everything. I didn’t want to get between you and Jisung! He is right, I do ruin everything! you said, your voice barely above a whisper with tears running down your face -Wha-what are you saying jagi? he whispered confused but yet expecting the worst

-I ruin a lot of things Minho, but i refuse to ruin your life more than I already did. It's not fair. I'm sorr.y Minho... we're over. you whispered, pain evident in your voice as you got up quickly, running out of the coffee shop

You ran and ran, not stopping until you got home. You ran straight into your room, falling down the wall in the quiet room, the only sound heard being your heart breaking. You gave up on the anger you held against your brother, and with a last text sent to him, you gave up on yourself.

*MINHO'S POV*

He stood there, watching you run away, taking his heart with you. It took him around 15 minutes to actually process the entire thing.

With small robotic movements, he stood up and slowly walked out of the coffee shop, going back to the dance studio where all his friends were.

He walked in the studio and with small steps he went straight in the furthest corner, collapsing on the floor hidinghis face in his knees. He didn't wanted to cry in front of his friends, let alone cry in front of the few staff members that were there at the time.

Chan, being the good leader and the great friend he is, he Minho's appearence in the corner. With a ferm voice he let everyone know that they are free for the rest of the day, saying that they practiced so much lately that they need a break before someone gets hurt.

His voice was so serious that no one dared to question him and everyone just picked their stuff up and left, everyone besides the band members who were still picking up their stuff while messing around.

With small and calculated steps, Chan moved closer to where Minho was sitting, kneeling close to him, putting a hand on his shaking shoulders.

-Everything okay Min? How did the date with Y/N went? he asked softly

-She broke up with me. She said she couldn't ruin my life anymore.... Thats such bullshit Chan. he whispered, slowly raising his face to look at Chan.

The moment Chan saw his teary eyes he pulled him in a big warm hug, trying to comfort his friend.

*HAN'S POV*

Even tho it was weird for Chan to just call it a day mid practice, Jisung never dared to question his leader, looking forward to hiding behind his bedroom door and avoiding Minho with all costs.

He didn't spoke to his hyung almost atall in the past three weeks, only speaking when needes. It was common knowledge that he was avoiding him after the fight they had on the night Han dropped you home.

He stopped talking to you as well, against his mother's protests. He always asked about your condition and about your state whenever he called home. He didn't wanted to be the first to break and to see a message from you left him in complete shock. He opened the message reading it carefully. Honestly he had to read it twice to fully understand the words he was reading, replying vaguely and confused with your words.

His head flew up the next second, looking around chaotically. His eyes immediately landed on Minho who was currently in the arms of their hyung. He found himself walking closely to them.

-Wha-what happend? What did she do? he found himself saying, panick noticeable in his voice

-She ended things. She didn't wanted to ruin our friendship more than she did. whispered minho realising Chan and whiping his tears. Without a warning Minho stood up and stormed out of the dancing studio, all eyes on him. Han never saw Minho like this, so vulnerable and broken and he found himself feeling guilty.

Without saying a word, he took his belongings and ran out the studio, straight to his car. He found himself in front of his home, 20 minutes later.

He walked out of the car and straight inside, walking to the door of your bedroom. He knocked softly without saying a word. When he didn't hear anything form the other side of the door, he slowly opend it, being welcomed with your body still against the wall, looking into nothing.

He slowly walked thowards yoi, tears picking up in his eyes at the sight of his baby sister being so heark broken. And all because of him. He sat slowly beside you looking at a imaginary dot on the opposite wall. -You were right you know? I was indeed being selfish. I just didnțt wanted to have to share you or Minho. He is my best friend and I would hate to know he is the cause of your pain, but instead I was, and I hated myself even more. whispered jisung trying to get your attention

-You were right, I do ruin everything. Im so sorry for all the things I ruined between the two of you. I am the worst sister ever. you whispered

-You didn’t ruin anything y/nnie! I did! I ruin the relationship between you and me, the one between me and Minho hyung and the one between the two of you. I’m really sorry! Please go and fix this! I know I’m too late but I do want you to be happy!

-It doesn’t matter now, he probably hates me! And its ok Ji, I should’ve told you from the start.

-Minho hyung doesn’t hate you! Is he hurt, yeah. But he doesn’t hate you!

-Not so sure about that Jisung ! you said quietly

-My point is, I see now how much you love each other and I would be a terrible person to stand between you. I would be worse than I already am.

-I get where you’re coming from, I do but you’re my brother and your opinion matters the most to me. Seeing you so mad about the idea of me having a crush on Minho broke me. I tried at first to get rid of them but I couldn’t get rid of his feelings and I couldn’t get rid of mine.

-For how long has this been happening? he slowly asks, his voice softens with each word

-We confessed to each other at Changbin’s birthday party. you whispered slowly

-That was like 7 months ago!! he raised his tone surprised

-I know, Im sorry!

-How did it happen?

-We got drunk at the party and after a while we were just making out. The next morning I woke up behind the couch cuddling with him. We were both so embarrassed but he had the balls to confess. I told him that I wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure that it will work. I wanted to tell you, then you asked me about my crush and I tried to hint it but that didn’t get me the reaction I wanted.

-I overreacted a little didn’t I?

-Yeah, but I understand why. You’re not in an easy position. Sneaking aro was easier but it wasn’t fair to you or to Minho. I was just too scared of losing both of you.

-And now you are whiling to lose him. he whispered feeling guilty

-As much as I love him, you’re my brother. My relationship with you is more important than a boy, at least to mom who is constantly begging me to forgive your sorry ass! you said teasingly

-Hey! You’re not the only one she begged!

-I mean it tho, one day we will be the only ones left. Yes, we’ll have partners but we’ll still be alone. Mom and dad won’t live forever and it is important that we get along well.

-It’s not that important if it’s making you miserable! I know i was wrong, I reacted with knowing the full story. I really am an asshole! But I didn’t wanted to have to choose between you and my best friend, yet I made you choose between me and your boyfriend.

-It was my choice. You didn’t asked for it. It was for his benefit.

-It’s not! He is as miserable as you are! He even hugged Channie hyung back when he hugged him to comfort him. He even cried in front of us! You need to fix this, for you, for him, even for me! I would hate myself for being the reason you both are like this. And trust me I won’t forget myself for the way I reacted.

-Do you think he’ll have me back? you asked shyly

-There’s only one way to find out.

[hanasnx]

❝ wishful thinking. ❞

── darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 6k SUMMARY: your greed for your lord, darth vader, entices him to once again, destroy you from the inside. NOTES: crispy vader hehe, also he has a dick that works cos thats my personal headcanon. obi wan didnt cut off all this guys limbs you know what im sayin ladies,gents,&genderless-persons (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) WARNINGS: f!reader | lowkey unedited kinda not sorry | explicit sex | porn with almost no plot | reader being a horny bastard and a brat | mask/suit kink | slight exhibitionism | dom!vader loves brat taming | unprotected sex | oral (m receiving) | fingering | no specific ask for consent it's implied | vader being mean and painful on purpose bcos the reader is a masochist.

Focus? Focus was unattainable. You swallowed thickly, the words of the conversation bleeding into the background noise because your mind traveled elsewhere. Daring a glance up at the dominating presence— DARTH VADER pivoted his head in your direction curiously. Your bashfulness refused to meet his gaze. Eyes straight out ahead of you and you heard him continue relaying instructions to the Stormtrooper.

Your lips pressed together, biting them when a familiar throb shot up your core. Lord Vader had some idea how you were feeling, but he ignored it. The brute couldn’t be bothered by the way your thoughts drifted, recalling the events that had transpired just moments before you two exited his chambers, moments before this guard approached him. Standing at Darth Vader’s side made you feel small, insignificant, unnoticeable. Though, there are those who would say differently. To think, this Stormtrooper had no idea what exactly your lord just did to you. It thrilled you to no end; it caught your breath in your throat; and it sent yet another chill down your spine. You must be so obvious. Not just to Lord Vader and his uncanny ability to read you like a book, but to everyone in the vicinity as well. Your cheeks were red hot. Your hair must be a mess. It was his fault for tangling his fingers in it. The sounds the two of you made surfaced in your head, what he said to you, the feeling of suddenly being filled after so much ache. All of this was too much to bear, and it had to go somewhere.

Again, you glanced at the sith, but this time he did not return your gaze. It granted you the freedom to linger, trailing your view down his blank mask, mouthpiece you’ve kissed. The column of his neck, down his broad chest and indicators, his seas of black robes, heavy boots that thundered when he prowled through the halls. Traveling back up his dark figure, it reminded you just how large he was. Any room he was in, he commanded. The grand center of attention. Terrifyingly beautiful, in the same ways a beast was in the moonlight when you were safely hidden from its deadly sights. Your eyes followed his finger as it pointed accusingly toward the Trooper. He was taken aback from the motion, as if it was penalizing to be at the end of it. Vader loomed, words from his mask blended into rumbles when it fell on your ears. It made you blink your wide curious eyes at him, finding yourself wishing to be the one scolded. He had to know what you were thinking about. How was he not as distracted as you? Much to your dismay, it only added to your pleasure. That you were so afflicted, yet the very member who brought you to your intense finish was unaffected, as if it was merely another afternoon. That talented finger which led you to give yourself to him before this Stormtrooper ever took his attention away from you. Your trained gaze followed his finger, and then to that hand which came up to the small of your back, giving you a gentle push to lead you away once the Trooper had exited. In your dream-like state, direction was appreciated, and you obeyed blindly. Greedy as you were for another rendezvous in his bed chambers, you knew even if you didn’t receive it, you’d do anything he asked of you right now. A willing servant to his every whim. Some might call you imbecilic to ever bow down to the Enforcer, but how could you refuse when he was just so… enforcing? You couldn’t tear your gaze from the side of his black helmet as he led you, this time he took verbal notice. “My sweet, you must be aware I can sense your desire?” he questioned, his voice low as to not attract unwanted spies. He strode, his cape billowing behind him. Disappointment bloomed in your chest when his hand dropped to his side, no longer in contact with you.

“You hid it remarkably well.” you replied, unimpressed.

“I thought it pleased you when we played pretend.” That dry humor made you bow your head to veil your guilty smile. Your silence was an answer, and he continued. “Were you clouding my senses with lust in hopes to satisfy yourself again? You’ve had enough.” His words were so derisive, you crossed your arms, hanging your head away from him childishly.

“I can’t control my thoughts.” You disagreed with him. Miraculously, you were sure you could take more. It wasn’t fair for him to decide for you what was enough. When you had left his chambers with him earlier, you were undoubtedly satisfied. It was the fact you were so easy to rile up when you analyzed the secrecy. Concealing your relationship with the most powerful sith in the galaxy, only served to consume your heart and your core with fiery desire. To look at someone and know that mere seconds before, your lord had brought you to tears while buried deep inside of you.

“How defiant you are today, little one. Should I warn you again what craving punishment will get you?” Once more your traitorous longing wrapped it’s tendrils around your mind, plaguing you by sharing your private feelings with the man next to you.

“Oh, curse you.” you relented, tossing the statement at him convictionless. You imagined him smiling underneath his mask in victory, which only served to exacerbate your temperament.

To be reminded constantly how much Darth Vader truly affected you was exhausting, considering how often you were called to his side. It was rare you went anywhere without him. Speculative talk from the staff of this particular starship traveled fast, and you’ve heard the whispers through the grapevine. A popular theory was that you were a recorder, and documented the daily dealings of Lord Vader meant to report back to the Emperor. Not only were you to detail the Enforcer, but the crew members as well. Those who believed this rumor were on their best behavior when you roamed the halls unattended. Your lesser favored theory was that you were his concubine. This one was mostly a joke, since no one has seen Vader without his suit, they doubted there was anything worth showing underneath. Oh, how wrong they were.. It was meant to be a demeaning jest, one you detested deeply. Not because you didn’t respect concubines, but because the purpose of the rumor was to jab at you. As if you had no real worth on board or to Lord Vader as a seemingly jobless woman. Harsh criticism coming from those who were green with jealousy. You delighted in the idea they spread your promiscuous nickname because they hated the special treatment you received from their cold leader.

However, comparing you to a concubine wasn’t so far off, much to your chagrin. Those using it as an insult were so short-sighted, if they’d used a little more brain power to ponder it, perhaps they’d finally figure it out. By choice, you truly were Vader’s lover.

“You have a lot on your mind today.” The sith’s voice cut you from your mind’s tight tethers, his fingers gliding against a holo-pad where his gaze remained. He had read into your suspicious lack of conversation.

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, turning so you could lean your back against the stand he was facing. You pivoted your head to look at him as you spoke, crossing your arms and legs. “I’m surprised you’re so chatty after the unspeakable things we did earlier.” You exaggerated the word, the corner of your lips curling. The way they looped in your head periodically, your core reminiscing the feeling of him inside of you by giving you a taste every time you imagined what he felt like. That ache shooting through you like lightning.

On his way to the control system on your other side, he stopped in front of you. His blank gaze from his lifeless mask bore into you. Unable to look away, you obediently met that gaze, eyebrows briefly upturning in a pleading countenance he appreciated. Grazing his gloved palm against your cheek, his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. A tender action that caused you to chew your bottom lip. It was quiet besides your breaths. When his hand continued its path, tangling in the hair at the back of your head, tugging it down. Tingles traveled down your spine, mouth falling open to emit a sinful sigh. “Would you like to relive it?” His voice quivered. You recognized that he was recalling his and your actions in his private chambers as well.

You reached out for him, clutching onto the hems of his cape, leaning him into you, looming over you like a dark tower. Something came over you when he was near. Intoxicating you with his overpowering presence. It embarrassed you how quick you were to submit when he was the one demanding it from you. The Sith Lord was displeased with how long you took to answer him, and his grip tightened, stinging your scalp. You whimpered this time. “Already?” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips from toying with him, “You’re so greedy, my love,” He angled your head with a growl.

“You say that when I can smell your desperation come off you in waves.” Your brows knit together, knees weakening, hands gripping his robe until you felt your own nails dig into your palms.

“My lord,” you scolded playfully. “Stop teasing me.”

Your prayer for more was heard, and your lord’s other hand wrapped around your throat, leaning you down until your back pressed against the slanted control panel. Raising your knee up his side, you tucked him in between your legs. Your hair was released, his hand splaying behind him to force the doors of this room to lock. “If your desire is to be broken, pet, so be it.” His sharp words cut through you, enticing you further to melt under his intensity. His cape cascaded over the two of you, as if to veil you from the outside world. Your touch trailed up, sliding against what you knew to be his skin underneath his armor. His firm biceps flexed under your palms as he settled you against the surface, fixing you there with his thigh in between your legs, fit snug against your wet heat. You gasped, instinctively resting your hands on the top of his thigh for balance, feeling his warm flesh through his clothes, readying to ride it. The motion had pressed your tits together between your arms, and your lord took generous notice of how they practically spilled out of your shirt. Vader’s hand unlatched from your throat, fingertips tracing your defined collarbones before his palm engulfed your breast, kneading it roughly.

“Gentle.” you commanded, involuntarily. It surprised you and you met his gaze for his reaction, as if you were able to read his thoughts through a mask. Cruelly, he pinched your hardened nipple, his other arm slipping around your waist to arch you into him. You winced.

“You belong to me, and I’ll do what I want with you.” Your hands crept up, brushing his indicators as you settled on his broad chest. Hovering over you, it was like he swallowed you up, “For that is what you wanted.” consuming your every thought and desire. That included, sensing your defiance when told who owned you. Your distaste for it was comparable to being accused of being his concubine by his subordinates. “Ah,” he mused as he discovered your inkling of disobedience. Your hands on his chest nudged him, shying away from him as his hand squeezed your breast so the flesh popped out in between his fingers. “you disagree.” he observed aloud.

“No, my lord,” You told him what he wanted to hear, so he’d touch you. Defile you. That’s what you needed.

“Don’t lie to me, pet,” he spat the nickname, and you wiggled your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing core. “You forget you cannot hide anything from me.”

Finally, you conceded, meeting his visor, “I belong to no one. Not even to you,” He felt your truth, and it ignited a competitive trait within him. It fueled you, smirking at him watching him slow his movements. “You seem displeased to hear that, handsome.” you called him that not out of endearment, but because you believed it would worsen his mood. Your lord had no patience for disrespect.

“Let’s see if you feel that way after I’m finished.” His purr thrilled you to no end, shooting straight down to your pussy. More steadily, you rolled against his thigh. As it built within you, you felt the air thicken. Whether from your hot breath, or the force gathering around the two of you. His arm around your waist, pulled you to your feet, sliding your damp sex down onto his thigh in the process. The wheal where his flesh and his metal leg connected, swiped against you, and you practically ruffled like a bird. “Prove your loyalty.” Confused as to what he demanded from you, you looked at him expectantly. However, it soon clicked when he pushed you to your knees, the cold tile meeting them firmly. “Put that gifted tongue to use, little one. Don’t make me wait.” Like you were trained, your mouth watered at the order, eager hands sliding up the meat of his thighs, tracing his codpiece, finding the release trigger like you’ve done so many times before. With a hiss of air, it detached, and clattered onto your lap, slipping off when you raised to your knees. It was only a few slips of fabric that separated you from what you craved the most, and when he was freed he stood at attention. He refused to speak of his past, how he ended up in his suit and his situation. What you knew is that he lost his limbs, replaced by machinery. What wasn’t replaced with mech, was man. His cock was, in a word, captivating. Causing that sensation of anticipation to rise in your belly. It was long, and thick, and has bullied its way into you more than you could count. It’s lost its function, of course, but that only made it easier to cum deep inside you over and over again without worry. You moistened your lips, readying to take him, and when he was done waiting, his hand came to the back of your head, directing your mouth exactly where he wanted it. His swollen head barely fit inside without grazing your canines. As soon as it had found its home, deep inside your mouth, poking at the back of your throat, you moaned. When he rocked, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It gave you great pleasure to service him. The idea of making him feel so good he can’t speak, to hold power over him with the superior talent of your tongue, had you buzzing with excitement. To steady yourself, your palms came to rest on his thighs, while his hand tangled in your hair. The sting on your scalp was delicious, and the act made you moan again, vibrating his cock within you. You heard his exhale. It curled the corner of your lips in satisfaction. You bobbed your head, his hand following your movement, allowing you to set the pace. His precum and your spit lubricated his venture, sinking into your mouth deeper and deeper. At this angle, he was much too big to fit his entire shaft. To think the complete length would slot into you like a key to a lock later made your sex loosen for him already. You wet from the start, but going down on him soaked you more. His hips bucked, and you made a noise in acknowledgement, he pressed on. His hold on your hair now keeping you in place as he fucked your mouth like a pussy. Your conjoined sounds grew in volume, noticing him harden from your helpless whimpers, the slobber glistening on his cock, and you glancing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Through his voice modulator, his breath quickened, and it spurred you on. Relaxing, you let him do exactly as he pleased, ignoring the ache in your jaw. “Sweet… sweet girl.” he breathed out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while he thrust into you. Your tongue slid around his shaft and slit, just like you knew he loved. “I’m surprised at you, darling, I expected you’d put up more of a fight,” That humor earned him a light punch on his thigh. He chuckled, breathless from your perfect lips wrapped around his cock like you were made for it. “Instead you submit so readily to me.” You hollowed out your cheeks to emphasize his words, and he groaned. His voice was addicting to you, keen on hearing it any chance you could. Especially when he made filthy noises. “Such- a good girl.” he punctuated the praise with sharp thrusts into your mouth, pulling your head forward to meet his hips. As he picked up speed, his other hand came to cup the side of your face, aiding in bobbing your head. Everything was running straight through you to your core, heat pooling, but you refused to touch yourself. You were going to let him take care of you for your hard work. His tip kissed the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to hold your breath every time it did. You squeezed your eyes shut, recognizing his signs of nearing release. His pants were ragged, hips stuttering, hunching over you as you moved your head less and less, merely pushing you further down his cock and holding you there. Minimal movement to the point where the bulb of your nose was warmed by his stomach. You had to hold your breath longer now, waiting until the last second to nudge his legs to alert him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He took the hint, yanking you off his length by your hair, and you gasped. A string of saliva connected you to his tip. It caused you to lean in and place a languid open mouthed kiss on his head, lapping at your combined fluids while you met his gaze. The both of you breathing hard, he growled, tugging your head back to remove you from him fully, displeased at you teasing him. “Get cold feet?” you asked, puffing, a lazy grin on your features. You were disappointed he didn’t let you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Hardly.” he responded, unamused. Your tongue ran across your lips, cleaning remnants of him off, and swallowing thickly.

“Do I get a reward?”

He didn’t say anything, instead grabbing hold of your wrists to lift you up off the ground with ease. To him, you were light as a feather, no matter what weighed you down. Brought back to that slanted panel, he directed your body for you, bending you over it. Your hard nipples pressed against the cold metal, causing you to hiss. Pinning you there with his hand on your shoulder, his other came to swipe in between your legs. You were so sensitive you shied away at first, exhaling in relief when he returning his contact, his fingertips rubbing circles into your clit through your clothes while his palm cupped your sex. Vader felt you through him, could feel your pleasure as you received it, and his motions intensified. Massaging you, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole through your clothes. You gasped, reaching back to halt him. As soon as he saw your chest lift from the panel, his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, forcing you down until your cheek kissed the metal. He left your aching pussy, arm rounding you in order to undo your sash at the front. Impatient, he ripped down your pants, and only when properly exposed he returned to relieve you. “I can sense your anticipation, little one,” In other circumstances, he might dangle it over you, make you beg for it, cry for it. However, he was eager to experience the way your tight hole squeezed around him. “Let me prepare you.” The sting of his gloves against such a soft part of you, made you clench your jaw. You enjoyed the pain, your slick aiding his movements. Cruelly, he didn’t wait for you to adjust, instead diving inside for that sweet spot inside you, the one that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth falling open, whining… One curl of one finger created such harmony inside your body, and when he added another finger you moaned. It was an unforgiving pace. Fucking you with two of his fingers until he could fit three, petting your insides while it leaked down his hand. You wiggled your hips, begging for release already, but he was merciless. His grip on the back of your neck squeezed.

“Vader… Vader,” you said, like you were trying to get his attention. Get him to answer you. You canted his name, moans interrupting your sentences, fluttering on his fingers from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your noises were heightening in pitch, signaling to him you were headed straight for your orgasm.

“Before I bless you, wretch, I shall remind you.” You recognized the heat in his words, having been heavily affected by your emotions you knew he could experience alongside you. His use of the Force had to be blasphemous, utilizing it to peer into your innermost thoughts. Your private sensations of pleasure. Your orgasm. “I own you.” There was no strength in you to argue, drool spilling from your parted lips against the panel. He did not sense your denial, and he scoffed. He pushed further into you, practically lifting you onto the tips of your toes with just his fingers fucking you. The pressure and manic pace made you scream, clutching onto the edges of the panel until your knuckles turned white. “So easy to manipulate. To control.” He remembered what you had called yourself one of the times the two of you connected in the past. He decided to mention it now, “A little fuck toy.” he rumbled. You cried out from the jolt of shock it brought you. If there was one thing about your lord, he loved a good ego high. Degrading you, winning you over, meeting your challenge and excelling. There was nothing more compelling than to know you were under his thumb. As he allowed you to near your release, he followed. Hovering over you until you felt his breath on your neck. He longed to kiss you there, to sink his teeth into you.

“Vader!” you shouted, frustration bubbling up inside of you. You deserved to finish.

He laughed at you.

Finally, wrapping his other arm around you, pressing your backside to his erect cock as his hand found your clit, circling it as he maintained his wicked pace. He moaned into your ear from the contact. Then, he relented, “Come for me.”

That did it. His command took over you and that coil in your belly imploded. Screaming, held in place from his hard chest against your back, you squirmed as your orgasm shot through you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, letting it run through you in waves crashing against a cliff side. This wasn’t occurring to just you, but to the both of you. He fed off your orgasm, experiencing it himself through his power. Tapping into it and consuming it as he laid over you. You could hear his stifled noises, and the crown of his cold helmet rested on your shoulder, contrasting your sweating skin. His motions slowed, working you through your finish. When he felt you fall limp, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you. Moving it out of his way, his cape flourished, his hands fixing onto you.

“Wait, wait,” you began, languid words and body movements, as the beast of a man picked you up to set you and direct your limbs on the control panel. In his suit, Vader was tall. Taller than anyone you had encountered before. As much of a fan as you were, it did harbor some complications. Like if you were bent over in front of him, there’s not a comfortable way for his cock to enter you unless you’re elevated. So here he was, elevating you. The panel was slanted, hence your trepidation, however the sith seemed unbothered. Instead of delaying any longer, his hands on the backs of your thighs prevented you from slipping off. Numerous times his casual strength awed you sexually.

“I’ll not wait.” he said, “Not for a concubine.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and offense, looking at him over your shoulder from his joke. So he had witnessed what his staff calls you. Under what circumstance, you had no idea, but he knew. And he played into it. His tip prodded at your entrance, and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

“That’s not true, I am not, and you know it.” you insisted, matter of factly, glaring at him for his dry humor striking you at a time like this.

He leaned in, his tip dipping inside of you when he gripped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you to him. “Don’t make me laugh, princess,” he growled. That nickname was only ever used when he thought you were being fussy. His bulbous head was enough to strain the rim of your hole, biting your lip when it stung. Your eyebrows knit together pleadingly as he stretched you open. His shaft was substantial. With all the preparation in the galaxy, you didn’t think it would ever not hurt going in. However, the sensation of being filled, completely, to the brim, after you’ve felt so empty, was an opportunity you’d never pass up. Even speeding up the process by pushing yourself back against him. His claws dug into your skin, his metal hand the most noticeable. His villainous nature flared up inside of him at your impatience, the wish to make you regret your choice overtook him, and he sunk into the hilt suddenly. “Is that what you wanted, pet?” he crooned, refusing to let you adjust as he catered to the pace he desired. His spite merely spurred you on, loosening for him to accommodate his size and rocking back. It pleased him greatly. That you responded so well when he degraded you. “Only a concubine would give herself to me so easily. I seek to split you in half and you offer yourself to me.” You keened from his harsh words.

“It’s only because…” you struggled to find the words, his brutish thrusts overwhelming your thoughts. “… only because… it’s hard to say no to you.” you whimpered.

“I admit I like it when you’re feisty.” You smiled lazily, exhaling a single laugh. “It makes it all the more sweeter when I put you back in your place.”

“Like right now?” you question, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“Is this not where you’re meant to be? Is this not exactly where you beg to be?”

Your mind drifted to before, when you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to you, how alluring he was, how you wanted him to do it again. You had begged to be here. To be before him again.

Having been bested, you immaturely insulted him, “Tyrant,” and you heard him chuckle darkly. “Treacherous… tyrant.” You moaned when he snapped his hips up into you, changing the angle in order to ruin your resolve.

“And you desire me for it.”

You cried out, knowing he was right, your tyrant ruthlessly pounding into you as if he was intent on breaking you. With each thrust, your voice punctuated it. Once again, you gripped the edges of the control panel, stamping your cheek against the metal for relief from your rising temperature. Your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure, letting it roll through you with each drag of his member against your walls. His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh until it acted as a handle to bob you up and down on his cock. Your chest fell against the buttons, and when you rocked, you pressed into them over and over again, indenting them into your skin. You let him fuck you senseless, unable to comprehend anything over than him. How was he not exhausted yet? His breathing was ragged, his pace was breakneck. In your discourse, you noticed something odd. The lighting behind your eyelids changed in beat with your conjoined thrusts. You peeled them open, watching some of the lights in the room turning on and off. It was comical, if not for the fact your lover was fucking you into the surface without mercy. Your hand came to splay behind you, attempting to grab his attention, “V, V, what’s g—“ You stopped, the sharp feeling of the buttons digging into your skin led you to your realization. The lights were because of you. Vader was devoid of concern, denying your request to falter. You let him continue, relaxing back into his pace since you had made your discovery.

He rolled into you so fluidly, you forgot he was part robot. Opening your mouth to praise him, to ask him for more, hoping he’d be gracious enough to grant it, when—

“Hello?” Your eyes widened, alerted by the sound of someone else’s voice behind the door Vader had locked. “Hello, is anybody in there?” You shook your head, refusing to believe this was happening. This wasn’t what you wanted— to be found out. Your worried gaze met Vader’s mask, who was cooly fucking into you as if no one had said anything at all. In fact, he moaned. Was he enjoying this? Suddenly you were very aware of how loud it was in here, the lewd noises spilling from your lips, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies. the slap when his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“Vader, Vader,” you whispered, but that only made him go impossibly faster, railing you so you couldn’t fathom words, the lights switching on and off quicker.

“Whoever you are, you should know whatever you’re doing is disturbing the lighting system in the entire sector!”

You gasped. So that’s what they were here for. You gripped the panel, attempting to lift yourself from the buttons so they’d leave you alone. Vader overpowered you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was keeping you from fixing this on purpose. Perhaps it thrilled him. The stranger knocked hard on the door.

“Stop that at once! Or you will be dealt with once this door is opened!”

You highly doubted that. It almost made you chuckle.

“It is against regulation to lock this door in a non-emergency situation!”

The sith lord used one hand to hold you up, his other coming around to play with your clit. The stimulation made you keen, and promptly you covered your mouth with your hand to remind yourself to stay quiet. It was short-lived, because your displeased lover loomed over you to clamp your wrist, twisting your arm behind you, pinned underneath his palm as he continued to hold you up onto the panel. Your theory was confirmed, Vader didn’t care whether he was heard, discovered, seen, he craved the risk, teetering on the edge.

You were nearing your edge. In turn, so was your lover. His hips were stuttering, and all this excitement was getting to him. He rubbed your clit expertly as he moved less and less within you. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. The air thickened around you for a second time, Vader’s instinctual use of the force pressurized the room. He was taking in everything, your pleasure and his own, and he gifted that power to you through his touch, his soul reaching out to yours. You felt it, you felt his gift. Ever since you two had first united as one, this was the experience you shared. Your conjoined pleasure, instead of your individual. It was spiritual, it was sensational, it was other-worldly. It caused him to bend over you, holding you onto the panel by his body laid on top of yours. The crown of his helmet found its home on your shoulder, abdomen curling as he fucked into you. He was no longer in control of his sounds, breathing out your moans together as he prolonged yours and his orgasms for as long as he could. The possibility of someone trying to listen in through the door was rare, and he had to milk it for all it was worth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and when you called his name, he dissolved. The pressure around you two was released, and so was your orgasm. The pleasure consumed the two of you. No longer separate beings, but combined into one. You cried out, as he spilled himself inside of you, fucking his release into you until he was satisfied. You saw white, and felt him caress you, touching you as you let your orgasm flow through you. You felt your essence drip down your thigh, and the both of you waited to come down from your highs.

The person at the door had brought other crew members. They began reworking the door’s programming on the other side, you could hear them rewiring it.

Flying into action, you moved back, and Vader assisted you. Helping you slip off the panel with an arm around your waist. You pulled up your pants, he forced his codpiece to his hand, replacing it where it belonged, you adjusted your shirt and hair. You heard the door slide open. Quickly, hidden by Vader’s towering figure and his wide cape, you pressed the button for the light, turning them all on fully again. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I appreciate your help, my Lord, otherwise the lighting malfunction never would’ve been resolved.” you told him innocently when you turned to face him. It was an obvious lie. The crew members had to know what just transpired this time. You wrung your hands from your nerves, gaze drifting to the awestruck subordinates hanging on the frame after pulling apart the door with brute force. Vader followed your gaze with his own.

“Lord Vader,” The officer in black said in disbelief, “I apologize, sir. Had I known it was you in here… I never would’ve…” The hue of his cheeks darkening in red made you press your lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Leave us.” Vader finally spoke. The crew members obeyed, and dispersed. He turned back to you.

It was like you could feel him smiling under his mask. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

[002yb]

I cried during your whole reply to the late ask. But please consider: Dick can't stand to look at Jaybin bc he feels too guilty and sad and he still thinks its his fault. And little jaybin is sad bc nothing has changed Dick still haces him no matter how much he loves him and Jason goes full mother on him bc a) he gets it, those are his feelings b) its a kid and Jason cant stand to look at a kid sad and c) if no one is looking out for him he might as well do. Damian is very !!!! Bc his position as jasons baby is in danger but also thats Jason as a *baby*. And Jason is just mothering two kids and Dick is taken out at the knees bc Jasons so perfect and protective and omG he wants to cry everytime he sees them. (Bruce is crying ln the corner and staring holes onto them) (Jason confronts Dick about making Jaybin sad and Dick cries)

Im so sorry this is so long but i got thoughts that i wanted to share bc your posts always make me happy<33 hope youre doing good and take it slow and one step at a time<3 love u<3

The angst potential from this angle of the double-Jay!AU, oh dear. It hurts in a different way from this post. But yes, let's explore:

Where Jaybin is so excited to see what's become of the future. He's eager to see how his small family is doing and if it's grown, what all Batman & Robin have achieved - what Jason has accomplished. More than anything, he wants to know that all their efforts have made a difference for Gotham.

Needless to say, Jaybin is left...unmoored, for lack of better words.

Because everything is wrong.

Bruce won't look at him. Dick still avoids him. Gotham is still fucked up. And just - Jaybin is welcome in the mansion, but it doesn't take a detective to realize that future Jason is estranged because everyone hates him, too

And ughhh, Jaybin trying to mend those burned bridges because he's alone and without proper support, but it's like he's a ghost

So, because Jaybin knows that it must be his fault, he singles out Jason. Without really understanding what happened, Jaybin blames himself and tells Jason to fix it.

Because Jaybin wants his dad back. He wants his family.

Jason being blindsided by 'his' upset feelings although they're nothing new. He's sat with them for years. No one understands more than him how fucking bad this grief hurts.

But Jason is Jason and while he feels a compulsion to help, the subject matter strikes him dumb temporarily

So Jaybin grieves because he can't understand what went wrong. Something something, he lashes out and says some cruel things about how they should just die

And that's what Damian overhears and like. This boy does not take kindly to the cruelty.

There's a Damian/Jaybin throwdown that finally snaps Jason back into action. He separates them and sends Damian off with a promise to tend to him later, but for now - Jaybin

With Jason patching Jaybin up. And them having a bit of a heart to heart.

Where Jason hears out everything that's bothering Jaybin and answering as patiently/kindly as he can. Things with Bruce? Can't fix that. Gotham? Work in progress. Bat methods are a joke, so he's trying his own thing.

And Dick?

What about him?

Jaybin kicking out his leg and grumbling about how Dick still hates them. He avoids Jaybin like the plague.

Jason being surprised at that. While it made sense back in Jaybin's timeline (something Jason has begrudgingly come to understand), Dick seems the sort to capitalize on a situation like this. Jaybin is, objectively, darling. And easily teased.

Jason grumbling about how Jaybin must have that crush by this point in time, huh?

Jaybin flustering because what? No. Shut up.

Jason snickering, then getting melancholic and soft. He shrugs and admits nothing comes of it. Better to give it up.

Have you?

It's the biggest call out.

It's not something Jason is dealing with, so he slaps a bandage on Jaybin's face and goes to tend to Damian

Which leads to sleepovers at Jason's flat. Where Damian bristles like a territorial cat because Jaybin is encroaching on Damian's Jason/space/etc. The only reason Damian behaves himself and begrudgingly looks after Jaybin is because Jason requests it of him. Damian definitely isn't happy about it though.

Which leads to a whole other side plot of Damian learning about who Jason was before he grew to be what he is. And Damian recognizing qualities he really loves about Jason in Jaybin, but also the differences. Like how all Jason's jagged edges aren't yet so piercing. Jaded, but not yet wrecked.

And of course Damian falls in love with Jason all over again contemplates his discoveries to Dick. Who is fondly reminiscent because he remembers well and sees it all, too. ;U;

But what's more? Dick recounting stories of the sparse times Jason and he were together. Damian noticing how Dick is so soft and melancholic and regretful.

Which, like - just hang out with him? Jaybin is here. Now's the time to make things right.

Which Dick is adamantly against because he's of the mindset that he'll make things worse. He always does with Jason. And Damian is fully just l: because really, Grayson? Pathetic. He wasn't there before; be there now. If Damian knows anything with any certainty, it's that Dick is unashamedly relentless. Is Damian wrong? )<

More than anyone, Damian knows the importance of Dick just…showing up. So.

Which leads to Dick asking Jaybin to go on patrol with him.

Needless to say, Jaybin, Jason, and Damian are dumbstruck because what

Jason and Damian? Jealous af (though Jason bites his tongue while Damian spits and sputters because he's Robin, damn it). Jaybin though? Starry eyed with the most brilliant of smiles

Commence a lot of Dick and Jaybin bonding as Dick steps up in the way he couldn't before. All while Jason and Damian get all huffy and petulant in the background.

But it's cool because Jaybin invites Dick over for dinner at Jason's one night. Which forces Dick and Jason to spend time together in a domestic capacity. But before that:

Dick being let inside the flat by Jaybin. And Jason peers around the corner to the kitchen because who the fuck?

His eyes going wide because wtf is Dick doing here?

'Whatever it is - it wasn't me.'

Which makes Dick grimace because he's not here on a case, Jaybin invited him

Jason being all wary because that's just how things are at this point. Still, he lets Jaybin have his company. It's fine. It's whatever. Jason was cooking extra anyway.

And yeah, something something Dick watching Jason be a caretaker

Dick minding his own business before Damian kicks him beneath the table and glowers at him because: 'don't get any ideas, Grayson.'

To which Dick is !! because what? No! No, no.

It's just surprising/disarming/sweet, is all. Dick's never seen Jason in this capacity. //3///

And yes. More dinners. Family patrols. Dick being brought more into the loop and Jason begrudgingly allowing Dick into their family unit space. Something something, Dick running errands after work or bringing home food. Everyone going out for some outings. Joint patrols. Just strong family vibes that heal all of them, tbh. ;U;

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why the Tenth Doctor is insufferable:

They’re so *edgy*

That one time he committed a genocide by drowning the last children of a near-extinct species (Racnoss) because their mother was evil. The closest anyone ever got to calling him out on it was when Donna noted that his take on a *different* set of weird alien babies (the Adipose) was a lot nicer than last time.

A combination of hypocrisy, sanctimony, and an equally insufferable fanbase. And the dissonance between what he actually does and how the narrative presents it.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

this might be controversial but i feel like so many straight men arent even attracted to their sexual partners? they just use them to get off.

they feel entitled to a megan fox or porn star type (no matter what they themselves look like) but since they cant get that they settle for the next best thing because its better than nothing. thats why many men cheat as well, theyre just waiting for something better to come along.

this is such a widespread phenomenon theres even several sayings on it. in german: „loch ist loch“ which translates to „hole is hole“ meaning no matter where your dick lands at least you got off and „lieber widerlich als wieder nicht“ which (loosely) translates to „i‘d rather have sex with an ugly/gross one than no sex at all“.

sex for so many men is completely centered on putting their dick somewhere and ejaculating. many straight men dont love pussy, they dont necessarily desire their partners, they just see them as a means to an end, or otherwise they would put in actual effort to satisfy her as well. this is underlined by this cliché of women being so difficult to reach orgasm, when in reality, women often dont know how themselves because they internalise they cant come and dont get in touch with their own sexuality, and men dont bother trying.

ive heard from many female friends that they want sex more than their male partners because they always leave them unsatisfied. for most men sex is over when they come. and if they actually cared about and desired their partners they would ask how to satisfy her as well. dont get me wrong, orgasm isnt the end and center of sex, but there is a clear clear gap here.

and i think in longterm heterosexual relationships, women get so frustrated they just dont want sex at all anymore. this might also lead to the „my wife always has a headache when i want sex“ dumbassery because at some point women more or less consciously tell themselves im sick of being used by him to get off. i‘d rather have no sex than unsatisfying sex. then men use this to justify why they cheat and neglect their wives, well we dont have sex anymore so she isnt of as much value to me anymore. when its their own fault the wife checked out of their sex life.

this also explains why sex buyers are mostly male. they either feel entitled to fuck an attractive woman they wouldnt get without paying or they just want to get off and need a vessel.

i know i will get some idiot in the notes saying my jakey isnt like that. okay good for you. but what about his former sexual partners? and what about all the other women who have given up on sexual satisfaction by men out of frustration or maybe even think they are the problem? this is not a fringe phenomenon this is reality for many women who have sex with men.

and how would it be different? the whole sex industry is catering to men. and we have established that porn is seeping through the cracks into the mainstream. which only makes sense if most men start watching porn from a young age and carry what they learn there into the bedroom with unsuspecting women.

this shit makes me so angry! women deserve so much better!

[c0llisiion]

could you do a junwon (ex fantasy boys) full smut where he basically ties the reader up, spanks her, and really really degrades her? Idk if you are a dark content writer, but if you are, could you make him like toxic and manipulative? If not, then don’t include that part. Also, could I please be 🛍 anon? Thanksss!!!<<<3333

EYE CANDY - y.jw

★pairing: yun junwon + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: meandom!jw , sub!reader , spanking, restrictions , clit slapping, squirting, cervix fucking , toxicex!jw , name calling, he is kinda mean to reader , bj , raw sex (practice protected sex!) spit kink , mention of d34th(once) — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,815

A/N: AHHHH WTFFF I NEVER THOUGHT I WILL BE WRITING FOR MY WONNIE MY POOKIE WOOKIE IMH 😭😭😭☝️☝️☝️ THIS WAS SO EXCITING HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANON! i tried my best plssss 💀💔

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Toxic ex-boyfriend junwon who refused to give you a break. His constant cheating and douchebag personality were the only reasons you broke up with him. You lost count of the number of times he cheated on you or blamed you for things you never did. Oh, you talked to one of your guy friends? He would accuse you of cheating on him. Fake tears stream down his face as he keeps blabbing about how you broke his trust and how much of a slut you are for speaking to other men. But when it was the vice versa? He would once again blame you. He would continue to express his hatred towards you and how it was YOUR fault that he had to resort to cheating because you were unable to provide him with what he desired. and every time things would end between you both, it was either him on his knees crying and hollering for you to take him back or your face smushed onto his pillow while he fucked into you mercilessly.

This time, it was unlike any other. He had you bent over his lap. His leather belt tied your hands behind your back while he assaulted your ass. “Tell me, sweetheart.” He would put on a fake sweet tone, his slender fingers rubbing circles into your glistening cunt as his other hand smoothed over your red cheeks. “How is it like to be an attention-seeking bitch?” He spat. His harsh words and the way he teased your hole made you whine. The area became more red after a loud slap hit your ass. “Words. Use your fucking words.” He said, pulling your hair back so he could make eye contact with you. Your eyes were puffy and red from the constant teasing and pain. He liked seeing you in this state. All vulnerable and in the mercy of his hands. “I-i didn’t do anything jun… i was j-just-“ you moaned out loud as another slap landed on your ass. “Wrong. I saw the way you looked at them. I noticed everything. The way you touched his arm. How could you do that? How dare you? Why don’t you learn, y/n?!” He said it in a disappointed tone. "I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Thats right, the only thing you are worth for is sucking on dicks.” You shook your head every time nonsense words came out of his mouth. “I-i would never …!” He slapped your sopping cunt. You winced at the pain. It was overwhelming. “Lies.” He bluntly told you as his hand rubbed over your red ass cheeks before spanking you again, this time harder. You jerked off his body at impact. “Always lying.” You shake your head before speaking up. “Im only fit for you… junwon.” you managed to mumble out. You felt his eyes stare into your soul as you mumbled those words. His fingers started prodding into your needy hole. Your toes curled as your insides finally got their desired stimulation. “Say that again will ya?” He said as pushing his three fingers into you. You moaned softly before it was replaced by a loud cry as he spanked you once again. “Speak tf up!” He said basically screaming into your ears. “YES! Yes! God- im only f-fit for you junwon! You! I want your cock in me so bad. I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight anymore!” You babbled. He chuckled darkly at your response. “Good girl…” he says. You sigh and try to relax a bit when you feel a sudden shift. You were now on your knees; his cock, now free, was right in your face, and your nose and lips were touching it. He held it in one hand while the other was holding your head tightly. He rubbed his cock on your face. Smearing his pre all over. He groaned at the sight. You stayed silent, not having the liberty to do anything in your current state. He brought his tip to your lips before pushing in harshly. You groaned out loud as your throat choked around his hard length. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at him. He stared, bobbing your head up and down his dick. Pushing deeper and deeper till his tip hit the back of your throat. Your constant gagging and choking were turning him on. He loved watching your spit collect around his base and spread around your mouth. 

He pulled back, finally letting you breathe. He brought your face closer to his crotch, his cock hitting your cheeks. He smiled down at you, smoothing over your sweaty forehead. Your eyes were unfocused and tired. “Tired?” He asks in his fake tone again. You nod, your eyebrows scrunching up in discomfort.  “Too bad.” That was all he said before shoving his cock down your throat again, but this time with greater force. He kept bucking his hips, hitting the back of your throat each time. His head was thrown back as he basked in the moment. He let go of your hair, giving you the chance to work on his dick by yourself. You knew exactly how to please him. Your head bobbed around his length faster. Gagging each time. You pulled away with a gasp, your face already a sticky mess, before spitting on his tip and sucking on it. Junwon was in awe as he watched. “Look at you.. doing so good? I was so right.. like always. You really are only fit for this. So pretty. So so pretty. Im so glad that I am the only one who gets to have you as my cockslut.” He moaned out. Your mouth continued working on him. His chest was heaving, and his breath was getting shorter. His eyes were squeezed shut, which indicated he was close. “F-fuck.. fuck just like that, keep going…” your tongue circled around his girth, giving his tip special attention. Within seconds, junwon was cumming in your mouth. He pushed your head down more and more until your nose hit his pelvis. You felt hot cum spill into your throat over and over again, swallowing shamelessly. Your eyes swelled with tears as he pulled you off his dick. He pushed two fingers into your mouth, prompting you to open wide. His thumb rested on your tongue as he observed your mouth. A smug smile was plastered on his face. Junwon slapped your face before taking your jaws in his hands. “You swallowed without me even asking?… i fucking love you.” He says, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. His hands wrap around your neck as he pulls you into a rough kiss. He lifted you up from your knees, pushing you down to the couch. Your legs were instinctively spread wide open, waiting for him to bury his cock into you already.

He looked down at you. Your pussy glistening under the soft lights that decorated your once-shared apartment. He looked back up at you. A stupid smirk was on his face as he rubbed his tip up and down your folds. “Look at you all wet and needy…you want me to fuck you silly? Huh? You want me to ram you into this couch? Yeah? That's the only thing you are good for..” he said. “..Taking my cock in like a good fucking whore.” His hands around your neck as he pushes his girth into your sopping cunt slowly. Loud squelches were heard as you tried taking him in. “Good lord.. do you hear that..? Do you hear your pussy? So fucking wet, your pussy is literally dripping…” he groans as he continues pushing, watching you suck him in. “Fuck– you are such a filthy whore… making a mess already,,,” your juices were dripping down from your hole to the white couch, creating a small wet mess on the furniture. You arched your back off of the couch as his girth hit your cervix. He hissed as your pussy clenched around him, and without any hesitation, he started ramming into you. Your mouth flung open, and your eyes went wide as his thick cock abused your soft walls. Choked-out moans and gasps escaped your mouth. Junwon was staring down at the bulge that had formed in your lower belly. He smirked before tightening his grip on you, fucking into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back, and tears started spilling.

He was getting turned on more and more as you continued crying. His other hand gave your clit a small slap, causing you to jerk and wince at the pain. His hot spit landed on your throbbing bud, using it as a lubricant to flick your clit. Your legs were twitching as he continued to squeeze and tug on your bud. “Junwon! Gentle…! Please…” you whined out. He slapped your tit in response. “Shut the fuck up. You dont get to say anything after all you did. You wanna be a cock-hungry slut? I will make you one.” You shook her head before you felt a gush of white spill out of you. Junwon groaned as he felt your arousal coat his dick and drip down. He started fucking into you harder, determined to pull out at least three more orgasms out of you. “Thats right.. cum for me.. so good..” You were moaning mess as he kept pounding into you. “J-jun.. fuck! Too much.. k-keep.. going!” Junwon smirked as you babbled those words. “yeah? You like my cock buried inside your sweet little pussy don't you sweetheart? Gosh your pussy is sucking me in so good .. What did ya say earlier? You hated me? You wanted me dead?” He chuckled darkly. “Your cunt says otherwise.” A stupid smirk plastered on his face. You felt yourself getting closer to your high.

Junwon noticed how your head was thrown back, your eyes shut, and your breath was faltering. He knew you were close. He increased his speed. Sounds of wet skin slapped echoed through the walls. You gasped out loud when you felt yourself come undone. Squirting all over his abdomen. Junwon kept rutting into you as he helped you ride your orgasm. “Oh god…” he moaned as clear liquid kept gushing out of you. His thrusts got sloppier as he kept pounding into you. Your pussy was spasming around him, your arousal was still flowing out. 

“F-fuck!..” he let out a loud moan as his seeds filled you up. You were unconsciously clenching around him, milking him. His bit down his lips and his eyes were squeezed shut as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of you. He sat back on the coffee table with heavy breaths as he stared at your splayed-out body, covered in sweat, bruises from his grasp, and his milky white cum dripping out of your abused hole with a smug smirk.

A/N: thank you for readingggg <3 yoongi fic might drop soon so 😋💅

[reyislikesotired]

i might doodle smth for this later dont quote me on that and so here is my very self divulging list of:

the batboys with who i would think would make an excellent emotional support greenbean

izuku and tim

probably the most obvious team up but it deserves to be APPRECIATED

tim would prob figure out one for all rq

after seeing the mediocre training, tim takes it upon himself to make sure izuku has a better training regime and diet

they go hero watching and take notes together

the rants they have,,, god tier

izuku sees tims self destructive night binges and is the only one able to get him to sleep without the use of drugs (izuku literally just hid his coffee stash, cuddled up to him and boy was passed out in SECONDS, new record)

dick offered to pay izuku to stay at the manor just to get tim to sleep

collei and damian

its crazy ik but hEAR ME OUT OKAY

damian is a too serious person who i can see loosening up around collei

damian, frustrated after seeing collei not read the information as quickly as him: what, are you illiterate?

collei, sheepish: i learned how to read properly just a few years ago, im sorry

damian, blushing in embarrassment and wanting to now take over her education because HOW-: *proceeds to quickly summarize the information*

after that damian lets collei take her time and even aids her by explaining certain words

collei asks genuine questions and damian answers them almost kindly

damian thought collei would be dead weight but then he saw her shoot an arrow and throw her cullei anbar and was pleased to see she could also throw a good punch

he also trains with her, obviously he has given her some help but she has even given him pointers on how to deal with certain elements and how to treat injuries in the field more efficiently and how to make certain cures and ointments from stuff found in the pantry and outdoors

idk i can just see damian adopting collei and collei just treating damian like the little brother she would dote on whenever she could

tim sees this and thinks the apocalypse is going to start, jason's here just to see how someone was able to tame the demon brat

huohuo and jason

jason and tail teach huohuo how to use a gun

huohuo is close to fainting every time she pulls the trigger and jason is sure to have tea and a spa day planned out after

huohuo texts jason often and jason reassures her whenever she gets insecure about it

huohuo is jumpy 25/8 so jasons pit rage does spook her but she's been with tail all her life, she's used to her life being in some kind of peril; after it, huohuo prob gifts him smth as an apology for the rage even tho it wasnt her fault and jason just protects the lil bean more

gon and dick

gon: so my dad left me to become a hunter so i became a hunter to find my dad :D

dick: oh thats so cute of u, mind if i tag along? i would love to talk to ur dad 😇🔪

BONUS +

zoro and damian

i would really just like to see them talk technique and spar

damian would prob be so flabberghasted at first seeing the use of 3 swords but then sets his whole regime in understanding and countering it

[transfemlogan]

this will not be constructive criticism this is just me complaining like a 6 yr old & also i just woke ul

virgil is a hypocritical annoying asshole . i geetttt he was treated baadlyyy or whatever but all he does is whine & whine. i understand he has very interesting lore to his character and why he acts the way he does (eg. treat the dark sides the same way he was treated, treat logan & roman the way he does, act how he did in embarrassing phases tho arguably that was thomas' fault 4 not knowing how 2 write) but hes given SO much attention w/o any input on his lore that its just like . unbearable 2 even watch

this got rlly long im putting a read more

he doesnt like when thomas tries 2 accept the other dark sides, but he was once a dark side & wanted 2 b accepted . the entire way he treats roman & logan in the puppet vid is SO ANNOYING. i swear 2 god theres this 1 line where virgil tells roman not 2 like. overreact in a mean way 2 logan or whatever his phrasing was & then he IMMEDIATELY DOES IT 2 LOGAN. he dislikes when ppl mess w/ his look, in making some changes, but then does it 2 the rest of the sides in embarrassing phases YEARS after it happened so i dont even think it could be written as like a "revenge" thing hes been accepted for AWHILE. so hes just purposefully being weird & a dick 4 no reason. "but revy it was for—" i do not care

and dont get me started on the fact that hes thomas' fave little boy so all of the fucking content is about him. hes not even the most interesting side to write about !!!! oh, he used to be viewed as bad but wasnt the whole time but became bad bcuz he thought he had to? ok megamind, i have HEARD it & i do not care. lets talk about fucking patton hes the most interesting character in the entire fucking show . lets talk about ROMAN. ANYONE.

like virgil could be a really interesting character but the way thomas' treats everything abt him it just makes him so bland and downright annoying. his hypocrisy could be used in a way that makes him Not annoying but i highly doubt thomas is ever going to even touch on anything he does. i jsut. i want to grab his neck & squeeze it & shake him back and forth if i ever catch virgil irl im beating his ass

& virgils personality cannot be written One Way. it changes every episode. correct me if im wrong bcuz i just woke up but i swear 2 god theres not a single episode whwre he is in the wrong & needs 2 apologise or has done something thats not okay. like all of his actions r always put into a good light bcuz obviously he is our pure little cinnamon roll angel anxiety 😍. am i crazy is there actually no episode where he is wrong. i know theres episodes for logan, roman, & patton.

(edit: THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE i 4got he was mean 2 roman there but i think thats it is it or am i just making shit up 2 hate virgil /j)

[spacexseven]

ok im finally here with the spy au stuff. sorry this took me so long i suddenly got Extremely Ill and couldnt really do much but im BACK baby.

im gonna do some more than i originally planned since i made u and the venerable budijojo wait so long so buckle up

AKUTAGAWA - ohhhh akutagawa… poor thing. this is about The Most devastating thing that could possibly happen to him. i could see him not realizing he loves darling in time just by virtue of arrogance, similar to fyodor. he doesnt think he’d ever deign to have something as silly as affection for someone like… you. preposterous. doesnt help that he has dazai’s voice in his ear at every second. but, well, here he is: stuck adoring somebody who hates him, and knowing it’s all his fault. although deep in despair, ever the devotee, he will gracefully take any punishment darling throws at him- granted they stay by his side. you might not think so, what with all the ‘stabbing you a hundred times with his jacket’ business he put you through, but you’re truly the safest by HIS side, you’ll see! no one can protect you as well as he can! you can spit at him, scream at him, hurt him, tell him all the ways you despise him; he’ll accept it all, but he won’t- *can’t* let go of you. he needs to keep you safe, it’s the only way he can make up for his sins.

DAZAI - oh christ. if you thought akutagawa had attachment issues get a load of this guy. i could see him REALLY shooting himself in the dick by also getting a bit of torture in before “killing” you- either cuz you suddenly started being cagey with information and he was approaching his deadline or just cuz he felt like it at the time. dazai is… very jarring. his emotional state is such that he feels this very suddenly and very violently, and his demeanor is very dependent on what he’s feeling. this is all to say that when you and dazai meet again, the version of dazai you knew- the manipulative nihilist who kissed your cheek within the same hour he broke all your fingers with a pair of pliers- is all but gone. he’s been replaced with some sopping wet cat of a man who looks honest-to-god shattered at your rejections. and he really IS like a pet cat who just realized hes in trouble, or maybe more of a stray who learned the hard way that people stop feeding you after you maul them. anything he can think of to get even a SECOND of your affection he’ll do, and i do mean anything. he’ll debase himself, scream, cry, beg, kill, anything he thinks will do the job. just please please please please PLEASE dont run away from him he loves you so much please stay he needs you please….

CHUUYA - i think hes the least likely to make this mistake just cuz he seems pretty self-possessed, but i could also see him getting very swept up in the little competition he made up in his head and not thinking his actions through very well. also DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL he’s gonna be the LAST guy to admit his feelings in this circumstance, just cuz admitting it would be much too painful so his brain just rejects it. i mean, the fella kicked you so hard into the wall it made a crater, he can STILL hear the echoes of your bones crunching in his head every time he closes his eyes, thats HARDLY the actions of a man in love. besides, even if you DID somehow survive that, youd never take him back (not that he wants that lol no way) so it’s not even worth thinking about. theres gonna be a lot of waking up from a drunken stupor only to find himself in your old apartment or surrounded by your possessions in a nest and some extremely pitying glances from kouyou before he lets himself accept what he feels and what he did. any peace he manages to make with this over time will immediately shatter what he hears that youve been spotted wandering around the city. our boy is going off the deep end instantly. 

FYODOR -it doesn’t really come as a shock that fyodor didn’t realize his feelings for you til pretty late in the game, given that he’s a black hole where emotions go to die. UNPOPULAR OPINION ALERT i can very easily see fyodor feeling guilt over the whole Trying To Kill His Darling debacle, its just that he doesnt really have any kind of handle on this feeling at all. all he can process is that you’re scared of him/mad at him and this makes him feel this Mysterious Bad Feeling™ that he doesnt know what to do with. it occurs to him that he could very easily just make you compliant with him by fiddling with your brain like he did to ivan, but this makes the Bad Feeling worse. he doesnt want you to be a smiling puppet, he wants YOU, as strange as this desire is to him. all the little things used to do that had gotten on his nerves or perplexed him he now feels this alien yearning for. he feels this full body frost whenever he hears you crying through the door of your (cell) room, the distinct sensation of oncoming sickness. he finds himself very hesitant to put his hands on you, or even enter your line of sight out of fear of disturbing and upsetting you. odd. expect him to creepily watch you sleep a lot after he kidnaps you, enjoying seeing your face at peace for once. 

GOGOL - clown boy has established he feels guilt over things as much as the next guy, so ohhh BOY is he not gonna handle this too good. honestly, i could see his guilt overwhelming him to the point where he refuses to kidnap you or approach you again at all. he had his chance and made his choice, best to let his birdie be free now, yes? of course, he doesnt let you go TOTALLY. he has his eye on you as often as his schedule will allow. definitely dons disguise after disguise as an excuse to get close to you, maybe even makes up a persona that works at a shop you frequent so he gets to talk to you every day. eventually his mind might fray to the point where he cant STAND it anymore and NEEDS to get you back no matter what, especially if he insists on prolonged exposure to you, but hed probably try to avoid upsetting you as much as he can. youll give in eventually, hes going to be the only person youre ever going to be close to again, after all, so theres no need to force anything. he can convince you of his sincerity, hes sure of it.

also bonus i think this concept would also work really well with jouno what do you think. couldnt think of anything for kouyou sorry :/

- 🩹

thank you so much for all your effort behind this :> hope you're feeling better now!! i tried to write fyodor a little differently for you so. what do you think eheh :> the linked words take you to the original spy au posts for those characters! i considered writing for jouno but this post is way too long already for an ask lol

cw: yandere characters (akutagawa, dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai), obsessive behavior, violence, forced relationships, stalking, manipulation, mentions of torture/interrogations, deceit, imprisonment (not proofread)

akutagawa is constantly tormented with his feelings for you. he knows he doesn't have the time to be in love, since he has more important things to do like make dazai recognize him, but he doesn't have a handle on himself. he can't put a lid on the wonderfully complex things he feels for you, and that's why it manifests the way it did. besides, he can't imagine actually tolerating, let alone liking, you, with all your kindness and concern that was long beaten out of him.

you've always been so kind to him, looking out for him, talking to him, treating him like anyone else. but all he could do in response was nod to your questions. akutagawa himself hasn't been shown a lot of affection so his way of showing his feelings is...awkward. he didn't know how to be friendly or be loved, but you didn't seem to care. and then when he finally, finally identified the cause of his palpitating heart and distracted mind, when he finally came to terms with what he felt, everything went wrong. you weren't supposed to find out, and you weren't supposed to get hurt. you weren't supposed to hate him, even if everyone else did.

he had been prepared to face the anger from his coworkers when they found out he fell for the enemy, but he wasn't planning on you finding out the way you did. and the look on your face, the hatred and the betrayal, it broke him. akutagawa, having lost everything already, grovels at your feet. he's desperate for another chance, but he doesn't dare complain, not when you ignore him and scorn him, not when you refuse to even acknowledge him.

he has hope, though, that one day you'd realize he only wanted to keep you safe. he only wants to show you that he's worth keeping around. you saved him before, and he only wanted to repay the favor forever. your organization was down and yokohama was far from safe, but with akutagawa by your side, nobody would dare touch a hair on your head.

dazai well, it's established he hates you from the moment he was assigned the spying mission. of course he hates you and the dates you planned out and the meals you make and the hand holding and the kissing and the...warmth he never gets elsewhere...and...the adoring way you look at him...and....and...

what was he thinking? you were just a target!

dazai has so many dilemmas during this mission because he's conflicted with hating you for being so damn annoying and feeling something because you're head over heels for an asshole like him, but let's say he pushes down the growing good he feels for you, shoves it away and sticks with hating you constantly for the purpose of this scenario. when the gig's up and you find out he was using you to get intel, there's no point in pretending anymore. no point in going along with your affectionate touches and asking about your day.

dazai has to rely on his usual, faithful method of getting intel—interrogation. he pretends like he doesn't care about hurting your feelings, pretends like it's just another job and it doesn't affect him if you're scared or crying. he doesn't care what you think of him now, of course not.

but right after it's all done, he's drowning in regret. he can't even remember what you told him, he just wants to take it all back. he scared you terribly, he knows he probably traumatized you and he can't undo it anymore. he tries, though, of course he does. at one point you were hopelessly infatuated with him despite how mean he was, so if he was the complete opposite now, you'd definitely look back at him, right? you'll be satisfied seeing him suffer for your sake, right? he'll happily beg for your forgiveness and debase himself if you'd feel even a little satisfied. if there's no way for you to forgive him, then he'll just have to go all out. he'll pull out all the stops and do everything in his power.

(i think dazai would definitely kick into the typical "i'll kill for you" yandere thing around here, hoping that by killing your enemies you'd appreciate him. he can't stand knowing other people were around you, people you had no reason to hate unlike him. what if you liked them instead? you liked dazai despite his shortcomings, so you could also fall for someone else that wasn't him. he couldn't have that)

chuuya (hehehe ive been waiting for this) feels the most guilt out of everyone in this list. i find it hard to imagine him actually hurting darling even if it's for the pm, like you said, he has the most self-control. in the original post of spy au! chuuya, he's completely obsessed with you and ends up scaring you off since you realize something's off, which leads to him finding your new place and what not. so i'll use the premise of him feeling guilty for scaring you and you kinda hating him for being a creep :>

he can't bring himself to hurt you, so knowing he's frightened you, knowing you hate him for what he believed was showing concern for you because he loved you, it shattered him. he didn't mean for you to think that he had it out for you or that he was going to kill you just because he worked for the enemy organization. he loved you and he only wanted you to be safe. he only wanted to get to know you so you'd love him back.

he allows himself to suffer, drinking a dangerous amount almost every night, staying in the apartment you used to instead of his own, looking at all the things he bought you and imagining you using them. it's pathetic to see how he's turned into a helpless, lovesick fool that can't even get you to look twice at him anymore. he tries to throw away the feelings he had, he avoids any mention of you and drowns himself in work and alcohol, but it's only a matter of time before the two of you cross paths again and he's unable to hold back from breaking down and begging you to take him back.

since i don't have a planned out story for fyodor in this spy au i'll make it up as i go. probably some info stealing for the doa, he can't exactly ask anyone else to go. bram is...in an awkward state, kamui is far too much of a public figure, sigma is too busy with the casino, and nikolai...there's no guarantee he won't just kill you, and fyodor can't have that, not after all his efforts to track you down and choose you for his mission. you should be honored, really, that he's giving you such an important role in his plans. maybe he could even convince you to join his side and completely sell out your organization.

everyone knows fyodor would be successful in his mission, and they know he'd get you wrapped around his finger very quickly. of course you don't think there's a single suspicious thing about this strange man who suddenly walked through the doors of your life and is somehow always around you and wow he's so nice and wow, isn't this moving too fast? but fyodor has that way of reassuring you with a smile and gentle strokes that there was nothing to worry about, and who were you to question him then?

you try to make him happy. he's always a bit emotionless, always a neutral expression on his face so you can't really tell if he's upset or happy when you greet him with a kiss. or is that surprise on his face? you don't know if he likes you holding his hand or if he wants to hear about your day, but one reassuring squeeze of the hand and an acknowledging hum sends you happily continuing your earlier actions. fyodor is a little surprised by your efforts to make him feel included. he's used to silence except for nikolai's random interruptions, but having you constantly by his side isn't the worst. compared to the miserable people in the world, you weren't nearly as unbearable for him.

fyodor is mostly surprised by how disappointed you look when it all blows over, and his identity is revealed. you're not disappointed at him, but at yourself for falling for a lie, and causing your coworkers deaths. he was too good to be true, you think, and you blame yourself for falling for his tricks. trust one charming stranger, and look where that got you? in some obscure prison cell and subjected to cruel questioning.

it's not very satisfying seeing you cry and rub at your red eyes. it's far from nice when you're ignoring him and boiling with resentment. and well, he shouldn't care. you had one purpose in his plan and it was now fulfilled. you should be happy you had a chance to help out in the making of fyodor's goals, but here you were sobbing so uncontrollably. he's a little uncomfortable seeing you look so devastated, and he's uneasy now that you don't tell him anything anymore. it's unfamiliarity that haunts him because you've changed, and not for the better. if he sees you opening up around sigma, who was the most ordinary person in the building, he's a little troubled by it, but you glaring at him with burning hatred is even worse than seeing you talk to someone else, so he just leaves the room.

despite the unhelpful suggestions he gets from the rest, he doesn't want you to lose your mind like ivan, even if the latter claims he isn't unhappy anymore. watching you when you sleep1!! yes, the only time he feels he can be around you now, when you're unaware of his presence. he doesn't like it, doesn't like having to walk on eggshells and hide from you like he was in the wrong. which he shouldn't be. he was only saving you from that hellhole and that shitty organization that never stood a chance against him. if he left you back there, you'd be dead. shouldn't you be grateful?

considering nikolai is like, the master of disguises, this mission should have been a piece of cake. get intel, and then he can do whatever he wants to you and your friends. this was a fun break for him! he was asked to join the company you worked for (a front for the organization) as a new hire and gather all the intel he could, but he didn't think he'd get attacked to anyone on the job.

you were surprisingly excited to guide him around the office, taking the senior role with pride. nikolai doesn't let it slip that he doesn't care about what you do or where the break room is, so he happily follows you around and shares your enthusiasm. you're all friendly and helpful to him, and he doesn't mind at all but it was a little annoying when he was trying to bug a meeting room and you just came around the corner, insisting he check out the new coffee machine. well, despite how irritating it got, he couldn't bring himself to dislike you for it.

and really, he can't help but tease you a little, watching the startled expression when he stares at you a little too coldly for a little too long, or lets it casually slip that he knew about the organization, though he's a little surprised by how quickly you bounce back to your usual carefree manner. oh, but the fun hadn't started yet! he was mostly looking forward, to the after. he couldn't wait to see your expression when you realize you've been cheated all along, and how you were going to die by his hands—

—but when the day came, it wasn't even a little satisfying to see you crumble. he didn't expect to be consumed entirely with guilt when he sees you tear up, hurt in your eyes. something inside him aches; he knows he's not invulnerable to feeling like this, but this intensity of emotion was new. he can't bear to look at you, facing the horror etched into your face at the sight of him, so he just disappears into his coat, leaving you somewhere far away from the devastation.

despite how much he yearns to be free he can't let you experience the same, unable to stop thinking about you. he checks in on you from time to time, hoping you'd try seeking him out. after all, he was the only other person who knew what happened, and you couldn't rely on anyone like you could on him. he knew you better than anyone else, all your secrets and your thoughts, and you'd need him by your side.

he'll definitely give into his urges and kidnap you eventually. he can't bear to be away from you, not after he knows you're probably feeling lonely, not knowing anyone else who could understand you. well, you probably didn't want to see the man who ruined your life, but it wasn't like you had many options. he's sorry that he hurt you, really! nikolai promises to be good, to go back to being the guy you befriended, but only if you promise to stay by his side.

[sugar-omi]

omg ok so I kno u busy rn w ktober but like I just had a thought and I want u to hear it 🤭

high libido!mc who is sexually frustrated because cove is away on a business trip and no matter how hard they try mc just can’t get themselves off

like hand or toys just can NOT do it for them because they’re so used to having cove around to help them and nothing can compare to him

and cove comes home from his business trip and finds them desperately masturbating on the bed, crying from frustration and they’re like

“this is ur fault I can’t cum without u” w big watery eyes and a pout and yeah cove takes them right there 🫣 he prolly moaning in their ear abt how he missed them too

help the period horny is so crazy rn ur rlly feeding me w kinktober take care don’t burn urself out trying to keep up w the numbers 🫶🏽

-🗑️

AWE TYSM🫶🫶 im pre-writing some stuff n a lotta stuff is already written, plus i can tell you rn the ones w multiple boys for example will be short, so i'll be okay!!! ty for thinking abt me tho thats so sweet <333 MWAH also period horny is so different... thats fueling me rn

ALSO I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME

especially after the first time they have sex, like the patreon moment or the time they go all the way especially

its so hard now that you've had a taste of cove, his fingers, tongue, his dick. even though he's not skilled he's still so cute, and the experience is so intense since he's your lover

you'd actually give him a confidence boost n yk how cove gets kinda sassy sometimes, like for example say at fond when he jokes abt marrying liz? he's like that for hoursss

sometimes he remembers seeing you so desperate on the bed, your toys abandoned at your side and your fingers making work of your sex but you're so unsatisfied, even if you finish it doesn't feel as good as when cove makes you finish

n he'll tease you when he finally fucks you, between him fingering n giving you head and now mocking you with "aw, is this what you've been waiting for~?", you're brought to tears

pls this is so good... he'd hold you from behind or lean over you, holding your hands, and tells you how pretty you are, how much he missed you, how he wished you were there to get him off after a stressful business dinner with some big client.

even if you sext or call n have phone sex, it's just not the same n makes you guys miss each other so much more...

please you unleashed my biggest brain worms

[unexpectedbrickattack]

heehee

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Adding some more hcs here bc its under a readmore and therefore confined to the Secret Thoughts box. Obviously suggestive but mostly relationship stuff bc i cannot help myself 😔

So i feel like i am an outlier that really enjoys noise/noisette like i think they are sooo cute…they are just silly guys ! So no this is not ANYONE cheating i must make this soooo clear i am so touchy about this subject; this is my heehee haha safe space LMAO i want to keep that kind of drama faaaar away from me.

A quick tldr for noise (that i will start calling theo bc i think its a cute name LOL i dunno where it came from but i love it im taking it) is that: hes a nepo baby that was able to start a business and brand w that money, and then stayed in a bubble for the rest of his life bc his image and branding is too important to lose. He hung out w the same rich people to network properly and maintain status. He didnt have the time and courage to go into the circles he WANTED to go into.

I had a whole essay written but this is supposed to be a little tldr lmao basically. Hes bi and curious and gus is always extremely overwhelmingly happy and eager to mess around w anyone (also bi) if it means peppino will be there and peppino is like FINE but ur going to get attached to the rat and thats not going to be my fault. This would be after theo starts behaving, as in, starts respecting peppinos boundaries. And he gets to hang out w him peacefully enough times to work up the courage to poke the bear (lol) and ask questions. Bc hes nosy and curious 🥺 they look like they have so much fun at the bar and w whoever they pickup like. Way more fun than he has w his stuffy rich friends. He wants to be there, he wants to have fun 🥺

Anyway he gets to be peppino and gustavos third and it leaves him like this ->💥💥💥💥💥 and gus thinks its so cute lol like this poor possum is worn the hell out 😭 needs to conk out and sleep forever. ‘ONE. That was fun. That was FUN. I want hazel to do that to me’ peppino, wide eyed but like clearly flabbergasted and smiling incredulously: ‘YEAH? REALLY ? I MEAN. DIDNT UH. DIDNT KNOW SHE HAD THAT IN HER. OR WHATEVER.’

‘TWO. Would u do this again? Like that was fun. That was FUN. I wanna do that again. I think im too busy this week and next week but like. Is that an option? I can push stuff around so it can fit in ur schedule??’ And peppino LAUGHS like full body laughing hard enough that gus comes back w a water looking so confused. Hes like oh my god. You dont have to cancel shit for a dick appointment !!! You dont!! Oh my god!!! Hes like crying laughing at the thought of theo having to cancel an appointment so he can squeeze in his threesome 😭😭😭 and theo cant help but look A LITTLE red bc okay it sounds silly BUT no one said no and he will run w that lol

Also convinces hazel to get a strap at some point. Which i think is so funny bc i have a scene in my head of noise being so smarmy w peppino and gus like ooohhh so u needed dick to be normal again and not be rude? Was that all it took? And now theo is thinking back to what he said as hes laying down in bed after getting thoroughly pegged by his gf and hes like oughhgh……i get it……

[freezing--moon]

Pretty Sky Demon

TSU'TEY X FEM!DREAMWALKER READER!

Summary:Reader is Jake Sully's and Tom Sully's younger sister, after Tom's death. Jake and Y/n goes to the beautiful planet Pandora, and Tsu'tey happens to take a like of the Sully Female.

××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××A/N:English is not my first language, so if i have some mistakes with spelling im sorry. im also dyslexic and sorry if i make some mistakes because of this. also i hope you like this, this is my first time writing for Avatar. Enjoy <3

WARNINGS:Tsu'tey being a little bit dick head, fluff(?) angst(?) kissing. some 'spicy' words from tsu'tey and idk what more correct me if i forgot something.

Neytiri was teaching Jake how to ride the direhorse

while Mo'at wanted Tsu'tey to help me

this guy hates sky people so much, but i can't deny hes pretty. but hes an dick head

"Not like that demon!" Tsu'tey said

"You dont explain good, thats why im failing. you mean blueberry!!" well it was actually my fault too, but he cant explain good!

"Its your fault dumb tawtute!(tawtute=human?)" ughh hes so fucking mean

"just put ur legs like that demon!"

and i did as he told me, and this time i success.

"I did it..YES!!" I said existed

"Yeah, because i helped you tawtute"

"Ur ego is so fucking big"

"And ur so annoying"

"You are the annoying one"

"No you!!"

"HEY! the both of you stop it!!" Neytiri said, and we of course stopped arguing

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I was in the forest now, all alone in peace. i was laying on the grass with my eyes closed, but theeeen. then, a big shadow towered me. i opened my eyes and i of course saw, Tsu'tey. the mean na'vi gazed at me with a grin on his face.

"Ughhhh, what are you doing here!?"

"I saw you laying here, i wanted to annoy you demon" he answered with the same dumb grin on his beautiful face..

"Leave me alone, i want some space."

"how about no hm?"

"Oh my- Tsu'tey just get the fucking away from here!!"

"Hey! watch ur tongue. or use it for something useful"

"You are so disgusting!"

"Okay" he said and sat next to me

"You hate me, you hate sky demons. why are you setting next to me?"

"You are pretty sky demon"

"And you hate me"

"i don't"

"you do"

"No i don't."

"You-"

"Enough! i said i don't!!"

"Why are you so..strange? you act mean to me and then ur saying im pretty and that you don't hate me.?"

"Because you are pretty, kind. ur smile is beautiful..and many more things"

"..i dont know what to say tsu'tey."

"Look..oel ngati kameie(i see you)"

"You dont know what ur talking tsu'tey..im tawtute, not na'vi"

"Jakesully is also tawtute, but he mated with Neytiri. they are mated forever..we can be too"

"Oh tsu'tey..."

"i got it, u dont love me!" he said and was about to stand up, but i grabbed his arm

"No!! sit back pls.." he sat down

"..oel ngati kameie ma tsu'tey, i love you."

"I love you ma y/n"

"i-can i..like, kiss you?" he didn't answered he kissed me..

"I want you to be my mate y/n, i want to spend my life with you. i want you to carry my children..just say that you want this too"

"I want to be ur mate forever ma tsu'tey..i love you endlessly"

"I love you endlessly ma y/n." he said and lied back down, pulling me next to him. and he hugged me

"My Beautiful, beautiful. sky demon"

"I KNEW IT!!" suddenly someone yelled, that someone was neytiri. she was here with my brother.

"Ugh you skxwang!" Tsu'tey said

"You guys scared us.."

"Look tsu'tey, brother..you will treat my sister right or else.."

"Jake~" i whined at my brother

"I got it Jakesully."

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I hope this was at least a little bit interesting, sorry if i have mistakes. and etc. <3

[friedchickenlover01]

NSFW: Dottore Thirst Of Him Getting Fucked By A Monster Experiment

Warning - monsterfucking, noncon, threesome, vibrators, breeding, vouyersim, gn pronouns but reader has a cock, AMAB dottore but some AFAB dottore as well, noncon/dubcon

Authors note - I just thought of an idea, well not really bc im pretty sure it has been done before but:

Dottore being fucked by his own test subject who is a monster as a punishment for touching himself while u wasn’t there.

Just dottore crying, and parroting “too much! Or gah!too- big!” While his slutty hole is absolutely getting destroyed until his body is limp on the cold metal table. Its not his fault he thinks, you’ve been just so mean and even though ur dick is bigger, the monster’s dick still hurts so much and fill him up completely to the point he can taste it in his throat! And the stamina, how long has it been? How many rounds have i done? No less than 15 he thinks.

But u dont care, i mean how could u? While ur cute little bratty sub is fucked dumb by his own test experiment he once insulted and degraded, now, he’s just nothing but a hole thats only good for taking in dicks u think all while u have a front view on the side.

And u can even switch it up! Like having dottore and reader’s position switched and dottore degrading u for being such a slut and how shameless u are for offering ur holes for a failure. Or having the monster be the reader whos taking revenge on dottore after he insulted them so much and nonconning him with “ ha! Who would have thought all that temper just because u needed some dicks in ur slutty hole “ Or even dottore as the monster!

For a breeding kink, u can make dottore AFAB and just mock him by “ my, my, dottore, pls take ur punishment well, after all, u brought this on urself. Not to mention, this creature right here is not going to stop until they bred u throughly and completely” all the while seeing the panic flash in dottore’s eyes while he thrashes and pleads u to pls not to make him carry this hideous monster’s child. I mean, doesnt that make u giddy?

And this doesnt even have to be just dottore, u can simply leave him out and have this as characterless smut with a scientist! Reader getting noncon and rammed by a monster experiment. Or u could even rope some other harbingers into this! For example, pantalone! Imagine having the monster fuck pantalone into submission as well or teaming up with pantalone to further destroy dottore’s hole and punish him.

And u can add a twist! U could put a vibrator inside him at the start and make him shudder from the dick pushing the vibrator up his prostate so snuggly to the point dottore cant even push it out on his own and even u need to insert ur whole hand inside of him.

Or after dottore even survives milking the monster dry, u force a vibrator up his prostate and surprise him with a notice that he has a compulsory harbinger’s meeting to got to. Cranking the vibrator to the max, u force him to clench his teeth and thighs together as he tries to go to the meeting place with limp legs and desperately clinging to the wall for his dear life. All the while just not even a minute after he’d been completely fucked dumb out of his mind. With this, u decide to do an experiment, will dottore make through this meeting or will he fail and show how much of a whore he really is to everyone?