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unicreamuwu · 5 months

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The Little Batgirl (Yandere Platonic Batfam x Child Reader)

Chapter 2 - Meet the Batfamily

Warning: None, just a bunch of batfam fluff

(Anything that reader says in a bolded text means she's in "thought of mind.")

From now on, this series will be posted on my yandere batfamily account, which is @yan-batgirl

Y/N stares at herself in the mirror as she tries to do her hair by making the perfect twin tails hairstyle.

After she had bounced on her new bed for nearly an hour, the same butler from before, Alfred, handed her a box from Bruce.

When she opened it, she saw a folded-up white costume-like dress that contained a white helmet with bat ears with small pink hearts on each side.

It also included small pink hand gloves and a pair of hot pink Astro Boy-like boots along with a bright yellow utility belt.

Her head was tilted, but she just shrugs it off and puts on the strange costume that was gifted to her.

However, after she put on the costume part, she was just staring at herself in the mirror, not knowing what to do next.

So, she decided to strike a pose.

(Do NOT steal my art!)

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Y/N was walking behind Bruce, Damian, and a group of unfamiliar looking people that Bruce had mentioned before.

A young man was wearing a black hero suit with a blue “V” minus the blocky boots and gauntlets who introduced himself as Nightwing, or his usual name, Dick Grayson.

A young guy who is probably around his teen years, he's probably around 17 or 18 whose name is Tim, but Damian calls him Timothy for some reason.

Another young guy is wearing a bright yellow suit as he carries his helmet which is the same kind of yellow is named Duke.

A girl who looked a bit younger than that young man was wearing the same suit as Bruce's Batman suit who hadn't introduced herself to the young girl yet.

Y/N just stares at them as they chat about random things.

"What an interesting group..." She said in her head before one of them turned to her.

"So, what made Bruce take you in?" The young man asks with a friendly looking smile.

Y/N actually didn't know.

She tried to come up with something to say before Bruce interferes.

"She's a child that needed to be taken care of. Y/N came from a rough household and needed to be taken care of since nobody wanted a child who was nearly seven years old. So, treat her with respect just like how you do with the others of this family," he tells him as he takes off his bat mask that reveals his face.

The man nods in response as he eyes the little girl from each second passing by before she finally catches him staring at her.

"Why are you eyeing at me like that? It's weird."

She tells him before he just focuses walking ahead.

"Sorry about that!" He said with a sheepish smile as Y/N just stared up at him with a eyed down look.

"He's weird." Is all she said in her head.

Then, she looks up at the slightly older girl next to her, who is dusting off her batsuit.

"Who are you?" Y/N asks as she points up at her which made the other girl smile down at her.

"I'm Cassandra. You can call me Cass if you like," she responds.

Once again, Y/N was in thought before she spoke up.

"So, Cass, why are you guys dressed up like that? Including me?" She asks out of curiosity.

Then, the doors of the dining hall open and reveal the table that is filled with different kinds of pastries.

"We have... A tradition," she said with a smile as she led them to the table.

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The table reveals a bunch of desserts that has a various kinds of desserts.

The group sat in their seats as Y/N just stood by the doorway, not knowing what to do.

It was then Cassandra called out to her.

"Hey, Y/N! Come sit next to me."

She said with a smile as she tugs the chair back for Y/N to sit on which she did.

When the little girl took a seat, everyone just basically started to dig in with the pastries in front of them.

"All of these are made by Alfred. Most of these desserts won in a lot of awards."

Cassandra tells her as she takes a bite of one of the cookies.

"Does that mean they're really good?"

Y/N thoughts to herself before she nods before she takes a bite of a cookie.

The taste of the sweet, crispy dessert made her eyes wide open as her pupils turned into a shape of large stars.

"These are so good!"

She said before she took another one and shoves it in her mouth, which made some of the people laugh, including Bruce, who let's out a chuckle.

"Do you guys so this everyday?"

She asks as she shoves another cookie into her mouth.

"Only when we come back from missions without any injuries, but since this is basically your first day, we decided to do this tradition ."

Tim replies with a smile.

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Later on, Y/N was sipping a cup of tea, which she later made a scrunched up face because of the bitter taste.

"I don't like this..."

She said as she sticks out her tongue.

This made Cassandra lightly chuckle.

"I get it. Dick actually made that."

She said as she pointed with her thumb towards Dick, who was leaning against his seat as he bites into a small piece of cake before he heard what she said.

"Oh, come on! I told you that I'm not an expert at making tea."

He said as he chewed with the cake piece in his mouth which made Cassandra roll her eyes playfully with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, I get it."

She said in a playful tone.

Y/N looks up at him before she shows him her teacup that still has tea in it.

"No offense, but your tea doesn't taste that good."

She tells him, Dick just lets out a small chuckle.

"Welp, at least I tried."

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After the lovely dessert time that they all had, the only ones left at the dining table were Y/N and Bruce himself who was watching her finishing up the last piece of the angel cake.

"Was it good?"

He asks her before she looks up and nods with a big smile on her bed.

"Yeah! They were right when they said that Alfred won a lot of awards with these desserts."

She said as Bruce smiled softly and nodded at her response.

"It's true. I've seen it all."

He said with as he clasped his hands together and stares into her eyes.

"Now, let's talk about your life from now on in the Wayne Manor.

Y/N tensed up by his words as she just stares up at him with wide eyes.

"Oh no! The real pressure is starting!"

Bruce then lets out another heavy sigh before he leans towards her a bit.

"Are you ready to be part of the batfamily?"

For weird reasons, a weird sense of silence was filled up.

Y/N looks up and just stares into Bruce's eyes.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were ready to be a part of us."

She continues to look up at him with a dumbfounded.

"Me? A part of the bat... what?"

Bruce lets out a gentle sigh before he points at the costume she was wearing.

"Do you see the costume you're wearing right now?"

Y/N looks down and nods.

"That costume resembles the sign of the batfamily. It means that you are now one of the protectors of Gotham. However, I don't know if you really are capable of doing this, so that's why I'm asking you if you are ready to spend your life in this new position that you're going to hold."

Bruce explains to her as his gaze softens a bit.

"You're still young, so I want to give you a chance to think about your decisions before actually committing yourself into this family."

Y/N listened and then got into thinking.

"If I don't join, I could get kicked out and might be thrown out into the streets or sent back to the adoption home. But at the same time, if I did join, it'll be a life or death situation..."

She continues to think about the hard decision that she's going to make.

However, the more she thought about it, more exciting thoughts are starting to fill up her head.

"If I choose to stay, I can keep this costume and maybe go on astonishing missions with my new dad and maybe my new siblings. This is going to be very exciting!"

She said in her head as her eyes brightened like stars.

Then, she leaned to Bruce with a huge, determined smile on her face.

"I'm in!"

~~~~~

She doesn't know what's coming to her later on...

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere platonic #batfam #x child reader #platonic

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tropes-and-tales · 7 months

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Too Much for You

Day 3: Collaring (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: Smut (Oral, m!receiving; oblique talk of other sex acts; oblique talk of power dynamics in the bedroom); 18+ only.

Word Count: 2865

AN: This was requested by the lovely @callsign-frostbite!

The Hard Deck is often segregated by cliques, like a high school lunch room: the fighter pilots post up by the pool tables and piano, the fixed wing aircraft pilots claim the stretch of the bar with the dart boards and juke box. The bar proper is the neutral zone, but the two groups rarely mix.

Bob Floyd falls in with the fighter pilots because he’s the back-seater for one, but he feels like he might fit in better with the darts-and-jukebox crowd. They are more sedate, seem more confident in themselves. There’s less of a nightly dick-measuring contest.

It doesn’t hurt that you’re part of the darts-and-jukebox crowd: the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, poured into your uniform so it fits like a glove. You move with that same quiet assurance as your fellow fixed wing pilots, but you’re like a bright point of light, always pulling Bob’s gaze to you. You’re fascinating to watch: when you’re playing darts, when you’re leaning over the jukebox, when you’re dancing a smooth two-step to the songs you pick.

Hangman is the one who first notices Bob’s puppy-dog staring, follows the WSO’s blue-eyed gaze across the Hard Deck where you and the other pilots drink and converse. Hangman nudges Nat, who whispers in Rooster’s ear, who beckons Javi over, and within minutes, the whole crew is watching Bob watching you.

Hangman is the one who first tells Bob not to bother.

“She’s not the one for you, Baby on Board,” he tells Bob while he clasps his shoulder, jostles him a little in his seat. “You need a shy gal. A homebody who will greet you at the door with fresh-baked cookies. A Betty Crocker-type.”

Nat scoffs, shakes her head. “You make him sound like a complete square.”

“Well…” Hangman trails off, shrugs with a wide smile. “I mean…”

“He’s not a complete square, Bagman.” Nat crosses her arms, and she squares up to her fellow fighter pilot. “And anyway, what’s wrong with her? She’s cute.” She tilts her head in your direction.

It’s Javi who has the dirt on you, which sounds like so much of the usual Navy outlandish gossip. He leans in close and tells Bob all about you.

“Her call-sign is Nix,” he says, and he keeps his voice low, as if you might hear over the din of the crowd. “Because she flies one of those Poseidon recon planes. But she’s a complete freak, man. I served on a carrier with a guy whose roommate’s brother dated her. She’s totally into that freaky bedroom shit. She’d eat you alive.”

Bob swallows hard, but he can’t help the flush that breaks out across his cheeks…or the faint throb of lust that drums along with his heartbeat.

“What do you mean, freaky stuff?” It’s Nat who asks the question; his pilot turns and watches you with frank interest now.

Javi shrugs, takes a sip of his beer. “BDSM stuff.” He looks at Bob, gives him another shrug. “Sorry, man. She’s too much for you.”

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After the fact, Bob bristles at his teammates’ collective verdict.

Bristling leads to simmering, which leads to outright resentment. The days pass, and Bob teems with indignation. How dare Bagman? How dare Javi? How dare any of them make assumptions about him? Sure, he’s quiet and unassuming and a back-seater, but it grates on his nerves how they act like they know him that well.

They don’t know him at all.

Even their dumb nickname for him: Baby on Board. They forget that he passed the same rigorous training they did, that he graduated from Top Gun just as they did. He’s a goddamned grown man, and they treat him like a boy.

The two cliques at the Hard Deck rarely mix, but halfway through a Friday night, Bob taps into his latent courage—the courage his teammates fail to recognize—and marches over to where you stand by the jukebox. He can hear Hangman behind him, trying to urge him back before it’s too late, but you catch sight of Bob’s approach out of your peripherals and turn to watch him. You neither frown nor smile; your expression is exactly neutral. Bob digs deeper into his hidden reserve of courage, and he holds out a hand.

“I’m Lieutenant Bob Floyd,” he says, and he hopes his teammates can see how he doesn’t stutter, how he meets your gaze levelly because he’s a goddamned man and not a boy. “I heard you fly the new P-8 Poseidon.”

“I do.” You hold your hand out to shake his, and you gift him a smile that seems guarded. “Though it’s a few years old now.”

“Still new by military standards.”

Your smile relaxes, and you drop your hand. “Very true. Are you a pilot?”

Bob shakes his head, tells you he’s a weapons specialist officer, and the conversation flows naturally to your respective aircrafts, the systems on each, and if Bob admired you from afar, he likes the obvious love you have for your airplane even more.

He spends the rest of the night with you, and the hours fly by like nothing. He leaves with your number, and the feeling is better than even the confused look on Bagman’s smug face—that quiet, unassuming Bob Floyd pulled the number of an unattainable fellow pilot.

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If you’re into freaky bedroom stuff, it doesn’t make an appearance right away. You and Bob take your time—it doesn’t help that you’re both active duty. There’s a stretch of time, just as your burgeoning relationship is on its shaky new legs, where you’re both deployed on separate missions.

Bob thinks it’ll be the end of the thing between you, but somehow strengthens your relationship. Absence making the heart grow fonder, all that cliched stuff. When you’re finally both back stateside, you make it official: Bob Floyd the WSO and you, the pilot who flies surveillance missions—an official couple.

Your first month as a couple, it’s that awkward period where you’re just figuring each other out in the bedroom. It’s clumsy at first but passionate, the two of you abandoning any pretense of coolness for the ardor that you have for each other.

Bob loves all of it: the time he spends between your thighs, coaxing orgasms from you with his mouth. The time you spend on your knees doing the same for him. All of the varied positions, you riding him, him riding you. The quickies and the love-making where you spend entire hours reveling in each other’s bodies.

BDSM stuff, Javi had said. Bob only has an inkling what that may mean. He imagines whips and chains, a gimp mask, tears of pain. He is open to nearly anything you might want to do, but the idea of pain in the bedroom makes him wary. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even consensually. If it is something you demand, he might have to end things.

The thought tortures him. Each day, he falls more in love with you. Each night, he is slow to fall asleep at the unspoken fear that you may be too much for him and the inverse: that he may not be enough for you.

Bob should have remembered that the Navy is little more than a hive of gossipers. People tell tales, and truth get twisted in the retelling.

Javi and his buddy’s roommate’s brother. Your alleged ex. It was a ridiculous game of telephone. The topic kinda comes up organically over dinner one night, talk about exes, and it leads to Bob blurting out his fears. That he’s not adventuresome enough for you. That when you inevitably ask him to tie you up and whip you, he won’t be able to satisfy you.

The look on your face is priceless. You gaze over your plate at him and ask, “huh?”

He can’t turn back now. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “BDSM stuff,” he clarifies. “I don’t…I don’t think I’m into that.”

“Bobby—”

“But I’ll try.” He cuts you off, and he feels sick to his stomach to have brought his silent fears to light with so little finesse. “I’ll try, sweetheart.”

You set your fork down with a quiet clink, and you reach across the table and take his hand. When he chances a look at your face, you don’t seem angry or disappointed. Instead, you smile at him softly.

“You can’t believe everything you hear,” you tell him.

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Javi and the gossipmongers in the Navy are half-right: you are not into BDSM.

You are into playing with power dynamics.

Bob gets an education in an entire spectrum of sexuality he’s never even considered before. He’d be ashamed—embarrassed, maybe, as he usually is when it came to frank discussions about sex—but you’re an amazing teacher and, well….he finds that perhaps he’s into playing with power dynamics too.

And you’re both switches. You’re both capable of being dominant or submissive. The possibilities are endless. Bob’s mind boggles at the surfeit of scenes the two of you could play out, and it boggles further to find that those scenes make him fall more and more in love with you. It always felt hokey, talk of how sex was a way to build a connection. Bob never had it before, but now?

Now he has it.

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The day goes poorly for Bob: Hangman continues to live up to his nickname, and his rivalry with Rooster spills over to the rest of the TOPGUN pilots. Bob and Nat get paired up with Jake during a dog-fight exercise, and they lose over and over because the man is incapable of teamwork.

Bob can’t control Jake.

Bob can’t even control the plane. He has to cede control to Nat, and he’s usually fine with it, but he feels extra helpless as a back-seater during exercises like this.

But Bob, if he asks nicely, can control you—so when he gets home, frustrated and irritable, he asks if he can be in charge.

You gaze at him a long moment, and your eyes get steadily darker as your pupils dilate.

“Of course,” you tell him.

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Bob in charge: he makes you change into the sweet powder-pink lingerie he bought you. A casual cotton dress. He has a housewife kink, he’s found, and he likes to play around with the dynamic of pretending you’re waiting at home for him.

Lingerie, dress. He also helps you put on the collar, a deceptively simple silver band of metal. Not too tight. There’s a little hook at the end for a leash, but neither you nor Bob ever use it. The collar is just a visual reminder of who is in charge, and who is being led.

Bob in charge: he orders you onto all fours. He sits on the couch, freshly showered after his shitty day. He leans back, splays his legs wide. He crooks his forefinger at you.

“Come here, kitten,” he says.

It’s as simple as this. He gives you an order and you obey. He’s in charge; he tells you to crawl to him on hands and knees and you do. You kneel in front of him, your hands on your thighs, your eyes fixed to his face in an expression of adoration. You wait for his next order.

There’s no frustration like with Hangman. There’s no fickle controls like in the back seat of his and Nat’s plane. There’s no dog-fight practice where they lose Maverick in the sun, where they have to do hundreds of push-ups on the tarmac until Bob’s arms burn and his cold fury simmers.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“I want to make you feel good, sir,” you answer, and your voice has a deference it normally doesn’t. Bob feels the tension of his day bleed away bit by bit, then all at once.

Bob in charge: he orders you to put your mouth to him. He’s already half-hard, but he loves the feeling of your warm mouth on him, coaxing him to full life with your worshipful tongue laving him, suckling against his sensitive tip until he’s hard as iron and throbbing in your mouth.

He lays a hand on the back of your head, another tame display of dominance, but he doesn’t force you. He shifts it to cup the side of your face as you take him to the root, your nose pressed against the sparse, coarse curls at the base of his cock. Keeps his hand there as you bob your head, as you take deep breaths through your nose.

You’re reverent when you’re submissive. You always take your time. You cup his balls lightly in one hand, and when you feel them start to draw up—a sure sign his orgasm is approaching—you back off a bit. You release him from the warm confines of your mouth and draw the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein that runs along the underside of his cock. You lick the tip of him, suckle there again until he’s breathing harsh, punched-out breaths. Then you engulf him again, hollow your cheeks and actually hum against him, and the tip of him bumps against the back of your throat until your eyes water.

A lone tear breaks free when you blink, and Bob shifts his hand, brushes it away. He taps you on your chin lightly.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” he orders you, and a moment later, you look up at him.

You look beautifully wrecked: eyes wet and liquid as you gaze at him, your eye makeup streaked and ruined. Your lovely mouth stretched wide around his cock.

“You look pretty as a damned picture,” he tells you, and it’s true. He holds you in this position for a beat, wants to commit the image to memory. He wants to carry this moment with him for future frustrating days—when TOPGUN is grueling, he wants to remember that he has this to come home to.

Not just a gorgeous woman on her knees with her lips wrapped around him, either. You’re that, of course, but you’re more. You’re also the woman who orders him around, who calls him a “good boy,” who cups his face the way he’s cupping yours right now. You’re also the woman who ties him to the bed and teases him relentlessly. You’re also the woman who spends long, lazy Sunday mornings with him, making love in a languid, sleepy way that feels like heaven.

You’re also the woman who flies a spy plane, a lieutenant in your own right, a no-nonsense aviator who commands respect with your quiet competency in a field full of blowhards and jackasses.

Bob releases his hold on your face. He slips his hand down to your throat, and he hooks his forefinger around the metal collar, now warmed from being against your skin.

He tugs it gently. “I’m close,” he warns you. “You gonna take everything I give you? Swallow it down, kitten?”

You pull your mouth away long enough to answer. “Yes, sir,” you tell him, and you sound just as wrecked as he does. He knows what this game does to you. He knows your powder-pink panties are slick with your own arousal, your pretty little pussy likely twitching and clenching around nothing, waiting for him.

He nods, and you bend your head to him again. Your mouth is wonderfully warm, surrounding him, and you pick up your pace. Your hand on his balls squeezes him gently, and he feels his orgasm—delayed several times now—thundering towards him. His hips judder upward, involuntary, chasing the feel of your wet, sucking mouth, and you gag lightly against the action but you never stop.

You never stop once he’s given you an order.

A moment later, the heavy tension in his belly snaps, turns to light and heat that crackles along his spine to the base of his skull, crackles down to where his balls pull up taut in your hand as he comes. He groans out your name, swears as he pulses in your mouth, and each throb of his cock is answered by you swallowing against him, the slim column of your throat working to take everything he gives you.

And you clean him up at his order too, your tongue shyly running over his softening cock, and then your hand tucking him back into his sweatpants before your eyes find his face.

“Thank you,” he tells you. He hooks his finger under your collar again, gently leads you from the floor and onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around you. He presses his head into the side of your neck and sighs out the lingering bit of his frustration from the day, but he’s completely relaxed now. Once he’s recovered, he’ll repay you, but for now, he wants to bask in his post-orgasm glow with you on his lap and in his arms.

And he thinks back to Javi’s words, all those months ago. She’s too much for you, he’d said. Which turned out to be completely untrue: you’re just enough for him. You’re perfect for him.

#bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #top gun maverick #kinktober 2023 #tropes and tales

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jiabeewrites · 1 year

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happy bday! can i request a kurt wagner x batsis?

THANKS ANON! sorry it took so long to write 😓

Awkward first meetings

SUMMARY: When Bruce Wayne finds out his daughter is dating, he demands to meet them. What he doesn't expect is a mutant that looks like, well... a blue demon.

TW: slight mutant slander, body image issues (for kurt this is being blue and stuff), language, use of she/her/hers pronouns, use of Y/N, overprotective batfam.

A/N: batsis's vigilante name is nightingale

"So what's his name again?"

Y/N sighed. Her family would never let this go, would they?

"I told you a thousand times, Dick, it's Kurt."

Dick frowned.

"Kurt what?"

"You'll find out, I'm not having you do a background check on my boyfriend!" She said, annoyed.

"Why are you so against it?" Jason asked. "If he was a good, normal person, then it wouldn't do any harm. Unless there's something that you want to keep from us."

"I won't tell you, and besides, he'll let you know when he'd ready. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go change my clothes."

Y/N Wayne and Kurt Wagner met about four months ago. She'd finally gotten to meet with her friend, Jean, and was surprised to find that she would finally get to meet the group of people that Jean talked about so much. They consisted of Jean's boyfriend Scott, two girls named Ororo and Jubilee, and three boys: Peter, Warren, and Kurt. He'd asked her out on a date after that, and the rest was history.

Y/N sighed, and put on her sweater. Most likely her brothers would do nothing less than interrogate Kurt.

Suddenly her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Y/N. Vat do I do? Do you just vant me to come and Bamf to your door?" Kurt asked.

She sighed.

"Listen, Blue, if you wanna then go for it. I mean... they'll find out tonight at dinner anyway."

"Alright." Y/N heard a familiar teleporting noise and then a voice.

"Here goes notzing."

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She heard a bell ring throughout the house, then came downstairs.

Y/N sighed. Hopefully her family wouldn't be stunned.

"Hey, Kurt."

The blue mutant grinned, and then walked up to her.

"Za professor vas a vittle against me coming here, but Jean convinced him," Kurt said.

"Eh, if I needed to I could just bribe him," she said flippantly. Her boyfriend chuckled, then looked at her brothers, who seemed... unsurprised, to be honest.

Jason was the first to speak.

"Of course Y/N/N goes for the metas," he said, laughing.

"Tt, wouldn't he know? F-Batman has a rule against metahumans," Damian said, frowning at the mutant.

"I'm...not a metahuman," Kurt said, looking at them.

"What are you, then?" Steph asked.

"A mutant."

"Look, it doesn't matter, because now he's here, and we can do introductions. Kurt, this is Babs, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Tim, Duke, and Damian. Idiots minus Cass, this is Kurt," Y/N said, motioning to each Bat as she spoke. "And the person you met at the door is Alfred, he's basically our grandpa."

"It's nice to veet you all," Kurt said, smiling nervously.

"Where are you from?" Dick asked.

"Germany."

"Cool, I'm from Romania," he said.

The awkward silence returned, and they were all grateful that Alfred came in before it got too...weird.

"Master Bruce is here, and dinner is finished cooking, so please make your way into the dining room soon."

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A/N: I literally butchered his accent smh ToT

thanks for the request! sorry it was so short!

#ryn's birthday celebration #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #x men #im lazy #so im not gonna tag everyone ;-;#batfam #batsis!reader

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glittercake · 16 days

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WIP GAME

@downwarddnaspiral thank you for the tag to share some of my wips :) which... i cant believe i actually have unposted wips for a change! i normally just write one thing at a time and finish it. i cant say when any of these will be done though, but at least they exist lmao. i've been busy irl and too tired to write.

so. here goes:

The sambucky divorce AU: titled Moments Away for now (from the Mango Groove song) i have about 6k, redid the outline 3 times because it was just too much, and had some personal war flashbacks while writing it so i had to take a breather 😂 Excerpt:

Sam's mama always said love’s never going to be enough and he didn't understand how that was possible. He didn’t understand—as a seventeen-year-old, so in love he could barely see out of his own eyes, or as a sophomore on the back of a dropout, bad boy’s motorbike, or as a new father of beautiful twin girls with the love of his life—how that could ever be the truth. But he gets it now.

more below the cut!

Next is a Sambucky Night Agent AU: based on the netflix series. it's basically cap sam/modern bucky but with suspense :) this is literally all i have so it might change completely:

There’s murder on the news. The Vice President’s dead. The nation’s in uproar. They’re saying he did it. They’re saying Captain America has committed treason. His face is plastered across the news, on every station on every street pole, his description is flying through the airways as he sits here covered in blood, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t do this. Sam can’t fucking breathe. He’s not someone to admit this easily, but he needs help. He needs help in a big fucking way. He eyes the number that dying woman stuffed in his hand earlier and hopes his phone line is still connected.

This one is a post canon fic where they run into each other on vacation and decide to have a little summer fling and then drama happens when bucky joins thunderbolts when they return.

Technically Sam wouldn’t be fucking his co-worker. Technically, they’ve only worked together like once, really. Bucky’s mouth is in his neck right now, and Sam can feel a bruise forming but he’s doing nothing to stop it because Bucky’s hand is also on Sam’s dick and it’s all going downhill real quick. So does he want to shit where he eats? No. Is he going to tell Bucky to stop? Also no. They’re on vacation and it’s anything but separate, like they threatened—in fact they’re plastered together—so something, something stays in Vegas…

then a fucking vampire AU?? which was very unexpected but I'm having fun planning it and writing little bits at a time. basically sam is a photographer looking to advance his career and bucky is a 100yo vampire. hmm.

There’s a sudden movement at the top of the stairs, so swift it’s dizzying. Sam can't place it. Just a gust of black night and bright blue, like the electric zap of lightning in a storm. Sam’s instinct is to retreat, wanting to back himself out of there. Overcome with fear. But something else sticks him in place, makes him hone in on the movement. A tall, slim figure, pale as moonlight, glides down the steps as if they’re not there at all, with the grace of an encroaching predator, salivating with deadly hunger, and Sam can’t move. Only after a few paralyzing moments does he recognize the shape as a person. A man. Sam realizes now that the flash of electric blue he’d seen is the man’s eyes.

anyway, that's it. i'm actually keen to get work done on these. hopefully i get some time soon :)

#sambucky #wips #tagged

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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ok but what about like tonowari faceriding you - like just sat with his thicc-ass thighs, thrusting and gyrating his big blue cock into your open mouth??? i need some elaboration on this kells aaaaaa 🙌🏼🥺

the way i just rACED to my inbox

he’s a big boy so it takes some time to get used to the feeling of him stretching your mouth out. size kink go brrrr.

his cock? huge. not only does it destroy your guts, it obliterates your fucking mouth. realistically, you could barely fit the tip in if you tried for the first time, BUT!!! after some throat training with him, you learned to endure the tears.

tonowari with both his big legs on either side of your head, basically straddling your face. using one hand to push his cock deeper down your throat, the other being used to pleasure you. tears are streaming down your cheeks from gagging and choking so hard on his dick, the tip of his cock brushing over your esophagus.

“s-such a beautiful girl,” he’d say, holding onto the back of your head. you’re just looking up at him with wide, teary eyes, only wanting to make him feel good.

his head is throoooown back, eyes closed, he’s having the time of his life fucking into your tight throat. “makin’ me so proud, baby. fuck,” grotty moans leaving his throat, profanities following shortly after.

the only time he’ll pull out and let you take a breath is when he’s smacking his cock on your cheeks, telling you how beautiful you look deep throating him. “aww, my sweet girl,” he’d wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb, “you’re doing so good, mumma.”

the way u activate my tonowari kink. i’m crying.

#cutie mootie 💟#mailbox💌#tonowari smut #avatar smut #tonowari

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JUST LET ME SHOW YOU | CHARLIE WALKER

Summary; You’re going to show Charlie just how special he is.

Contents; P in V, slightly degrading words, praise, slight mommy/momma kink, unprotected sex, handcuffs used, reader uses she/her pronouns, baby/baby boy used by reader a ton, Charlie has a slight pain kink, overstimulation, slightly mean reader, black girl reader.

Charlie was feeling down, Y/n was just such a pretty girl. The way her hair flows, her pretty white teeth flashing anybody who made her giggle.

Her soft, light brown skin. It felt like silk against his fingertips. Oh, how bad he loved Y/n.

He didn’t know why she liked him, he was so basic, an insane nerd, just a boy weirdly obsessed with horror movies. Although thats the exact reason why she was so obsessed with Charlie.

The boy was just so different from what she was used to. Men always wanted her to submit, even though that’s not how she saw fit. She liked seeing them squirm, pout, beg. It made that familiar feeling pool in the pit of her stomach.

Y/n had never admitted it though, but he knew. Charlie always knew what she wanted, it’s like he could read her mind.

Both of them were sitting down on the couch in Charlie’s living room. She was straddling him, while the boy softly sobbed in her chest.

“Baby, Shh. Please tell me what’s wrong.” Her soft words only helped him a little bit, the girl knew she was wrong, but Y/n couldn’t help but feel a heartbeat as she watched him cry.

Looking back up at her with teary eyes, he shuffled while his hands stayed tight on her waist.

Y/n dressed up to see her boyfriend, she almost always did. Soft black curls in her hair, a white cropped tank top, and an oh so tiny mini skirt.

Underneath, a matching set was shown. It was Charlie’s favourite color on her, soft blue. He could see it through his glazed over eyes, it wasn’t his fault when his dick jumped.

Tilting his head up by his chin when he shamelessly looked down, her brows furrowed, “You gone tell me baby? Or am I going to have to make you?” Her voice came out condescending, a fake pout landing on her face.

He whined, the poor boy whined, “Please.” Raising a brow she huffed, “Please what Charlie?” Hating when she called him Charlie, he huffed.

“I.. I just don’t know why you like me. You know you could have anybody, but you chose me. It just doesn’t seem real.” She knew he was gonna keep talking so she hushed him up.

Y/n pulled her shirt off, it was slow but fast. The girl knew the minute he saw her lift a bit of her clothing off his eyes would widen, biting down on his lip.

Clicking her tongue, she frowned, “Little Charlie, I know I could have anybody. The thing is, I only want you.” Y/n could feel his dick twitch below his jeans, the bulge pressing against her clothed cunt.

“Y-You do?” He sighed, trying to hold in his whimpers. His girlfriend nodded her head sweetly, but there was a hint of teasing in her actions.

“Of course I do baby! You’re just so… wow. I love you baby, you know I do. You also know how upset you make me when you doubt me. Don’t you charchar?”

Charlie nodded, licking his lips that ran dry, “Words make me happy baby, you know this.”

“I know, m’sorry.” Patting his cheek twice, she smiled. That pretty little smile that made his stomach turn. His eyes never came up to meet hers, stuck on the blue laid out covering her chest.

“Can you take it off? Please.” She knew what he was talking about, oh but how cute is he when he begs.

“Take what off? So vague baby boy.” The way his grip tightened on her waist, she knew her baby was getting needy.

Every time he tried to kiss her she moved her face, only adding on to how bad he wanted his momma.

“Please take your bra off mommy, I won’t doubt you ever again.” Giggling, she leaned in cutting the gap off between the two.

They were made for each other, Charlie loved the way she tasted. Y/n smirked into the kiss when he opened his mouth for her, letting her tongue explore.

When she pulled away for air, she didn’t think before biting his lip while pulling away. Softly chuckling when her poor baby whines loudly.

“Y/n please, p-please.” The way he looked up at her with those sad eyes, he was so cute.

His dried tears, with his plump pink lips.

“Only cause I want to.” She unclipped her bra strap, letting it fall before tossing it beside them.

He could feel himself get close, the familiar feeling in his stomach, the way he could almost see white.

“I’ma cum, can I cum? Oh fuck, please please.”

Y/n guided his mouth towards her nipple, letting out a sigh when he immediately got to work. Licking, sucking, softly biting.

“I just love your mouth baby, nobody else makes me feel the way you do. You’re so good to me.” He didn’t hide the moans and whimpers falling from his lips.

The boy knew just how much she liked to hear him, every noise he made. They only got louder once she grounded her clothes cunt on his sensitive cock.

“No.. no, stop. I’m gonna cum too fast please, you know I’m gonna cum fast.” Even the tight grip on her hips didn’t stop how fast she moved, she threw her head back trying to keep the small amount of pleasure she got going.

The way he begged made her happy, could even make her cum. It just wasn’t enough, that was until she felt herself clench around nothing when a warm liquid made its way to the tip of his pants.

“Oh shit, Im sorry. Mommy please, I’m sorry.” She scoffed, she didn’t remember giving him permission.

He looked like he was fucked dumb, even though she barely touched him.

“Wow.. and here I was thinking you were good.”

He instantly felt like crying, he didn’t wanna disappoint her, “I-I can go another round, I’ll be good for you, please I can take it.”

His hands fell to his sides, sniffling quietly. So when a whine escaped from his lips Y/n looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw her boy with tears in his eyes.

“Crying cause you’re a bad boy? Oh, I’m so sad Charlie.” Clicking her tongue she shuffled off his lap, standing up and looking down on her pretty boy.

Hair ruffled, cheeks coated with blush. Cute, yes he is.

“I’ll be good, c’mon mommy let me show you,” She pushed his hands down when he tried to lift them to pull her towards him, “No Charlie, let me show you.”

The boy below her nodded his head, he just wanted to be good. So when Y/n got on her knees and unbuckled his jeans, he pulled his hips up so she could take both his boxers and jeans off easier.

His tears have been dried, but they started pooling again when she scratched his thighs with her sharp french white tips.

“Mm, It hurts Y/n.” Her eyes met his as she massaged where she scratched. Her wetness growing when she saw how red the marks were.

“You want me to st—No! No, please please don’t stop, fuck please.” She ignored the interruption, a small smirk growing on her face.

Charlie loved the way her lips looked, all plump and juicy. He loved when she let him cum on her lips.

She could see right through him, exactly what he wanted, “You wanna nut again on mommy’s lips baby? Let her taste you?” He frantically nodded, his breathing growing heavier just thinking about.

“Mommy likes words baby, you know this.” Wetting his lips, Charlie felt like he was on cloud 9, “Yes fuck, please oh please.”

He hadn’t even been touched yet, already begging for relief. The boy hadn’t even gone soft, standing hard and tall for his only girl.

When her cold hand came in contact with his hot needy cock, he couldn’t help but feel more tears trailing down.

“Why you being such a crybaby?” Her question went unanswered as her hand only stroked his tip, “I-I can’t go much longer, so close.”

“That doesn’t answer my question CharChar, you want me to put back on my bra?”

“No! Don’t do that t-to me, I’m good. Aren’t I being good?” She couldn’t help but shake her head, trying to keep her laugh in but failing.

“S’mean.” Her ears perked up, “Mean? I’m mean? I’m touching you right now aren’t I? Tell me again whose mean.” The squeeze on his tip along with the way her nipples were coated in spit, his spit. It was all just too much, it and her words made his stomach turn.

“M’close, mm fuck I’m close. C-Cumming, oh shit I’m cumming!” Y/n milked him through his high, moving up closer to make his wish come true. She didn’t lick her lips until he came to, his eyes glazed over just watching her.

He tasted so good, everything about Charlie was so amazing, it was crazy he doubted the way she felt about him.

“You wanna kiss baby?” His whole body shuddered when she kept going. It hurt so good, he would truly do anything for her, anything she asked.

Nodding, he let her take control. She always took control, another thing she was obsessed with.

Y/n’s lips slightly moved more experienced then his, he was a good kisser. Although when she was stroking him at the pace she was, he couldn’t help but fall behind. Mumbling straight nothings against her lips.

Didn’t even wanna breathe, chasing the feeling of her plump lips against his, “W-Wait, shit.” She hummed, accepting his question.

“Wanna taste you again.” Y/n shrugged, her lips wrapping around his tip making him jolt up, almost putting his whole length in her mouth. She didn’t mind, loved when he was eager.

“Sorry, I’m sorry pretty.” Humming around his cock, a whine escaped from him, it was painful, but he liked it. Oh, how bad he loved it.

“I’m gonna cum again, can I in you? Wanna make mommy feel good.” She smiled, nodding. Y/n knew he would nut so quickly, but then she would just use him. Use him for her pleasure.

“Take your shirt off baby.” He wiped his tears away, doing exactly as she asked. Charlie was a pretty fraile boy, but Y/n liked it. How pale he was, how fast she could mark him.

She was gonna slowly pull off her skirt, but he stopped her. Looking up at her with his big blue eyes.

“Can you keep it on?” Y/n pulled her panties down, locking eyes with him, “Magic word?” He couldn’t speak when she got back to straddling him, ignoring his needy cock and kissing on his neck.

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy. What’s the magic word Charlie.” He hated when she called him Charlie, only did when she was upset.

“Please mommy, keep it on?” Her giggle made his heart beat so fast, she always laughed during sex. It made it not so awkward, just cause Charlie was always nervous.

She didn’t want him to be too loud, so when she brought him in for a kiss it was only to muffle the loud groan that left his lips when she slowly sunk down his length.

When she sat down at the bottom, she let him adjust to the feeling of her suffocating his worn out cock.

“C-Can you move now? Please move, I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m sorry.”

“Mm, don’t be baby boy. I love you okay? Only you.”

He nodded his head fast, not able to reply. It got worse when she started moving, her movements being so fast and so meaningful.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck! Im so close.” He pouted, Charlie was always loud. Too loud sometimes, they got a knock on the front door once.

So when she covered his mouth with her hand, it wasn’t exactly to shut him up, just muffle it.

She kept her movements as she talked to him, he loved when she talked to him. Y/n didn’t need him to answer, just needed him to listen.

“I love you CharChar, only you. Nobody makes me, fuck. Nobody makes me as happy as you do. My forever boy, don’t need nobody else but you baby boy.” He whimpered against her hand, the feeling of hot tears seeping onto her palm.

A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt him shoot up into her, “You’re such a good boy, my good boy. I just, shit, I love you baby.”

Her climax was approaching and that’s when she went faster. Knowing he was probably crying due to the pain, she wanted to reach it as fast as possible.

“Ima cum, oh fuck Ima cum!” He twitched inside her when he heard her moan his name as her liquid coated his dick. Every time she clenched around him he sobbed, the pain and pleasure mixing.

“I love you too Y/n.”

xoxo, liah.

#charlie walker x reader #dom reader #sub character #dom!reader #sub!charlie #sub!charlie Walker #pain kink #black reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #charlie walker #scream #black!femreader

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raspberry-gloaming · 4 months

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I'm currently at a point where because I've got into Gallifrey, I follow or have at least browsed people's blogs who love other dweu stuff. And I thought it might be fun to say what I currently think and know about eu characters/companions so when I have in the future delved deeper into the eu I can look back and compare and laugh and see how much is accurate! There's gonna be a "read more" here because this gonna get Long.

Also please let me know what I've got right and not and also tell me more about these characters if you are fans of them!

Benny: starting off strong i know some stuff about her! she's an archeologist from the future (wonder if she ever met River) and she travelled with... one of the doctor(s)? Possibly Seven? She is besties with Brax and sometimes works for him and his collection. Probably must be able to put up with bullshit because of those last two points. Has a husband called Jason and at least one kid, which, iconic, female adventure and action protagonists should get to be mums more often its always the childfree so big up Benny for that. made a cameo at the end of Gallifrey IV.

Evelyn: I have heard her. A little. I basically skipped through the apocalypse element because I wanted to understand some of the reasons that Romana is the way she is in Gallifrey, but didn't listen properly because I got bored. Is an old lady, which is great - its great to see ages mixing it up a bit, instead of the 19-25 year old girl primary companions we consistently get in nu-who. Travelled with Six and is/was a professor at a university. Not sure for which subject though.

Fitz: Canonically bisexual and wears a leather jacket. I've seen A Lot of shipping him and Eight, and these shippers seem to have a similar vibe to Two/Jamie shippers. I don't know much else, except that his time with the doctor is probably fucked up because from what I have gleaned, Eight's companions Go Through It like big time.

Compassion: Faction Paradox which I believe is in an alternate universe (also the faction paradox timelines seem to have have a different vibe of names to the main universe ones, every time I'm on the "Individual Time Lords" category on the wiki and see a name that seems out of place it turns out to be a character from Faction Paradox.) Is a person (human i think?) but is also a TARDIS? Like you can go into her and travel? Where tf is the door this is very cursed. Also used as a breeding machine to make more TARDISes as well? By Romana? Idk but this seems pretty fucked up in an icky way. And fucked up in a non-icky way too. I'm just confused tbh. Not sure which doctor is involved in this one.

C'rizz - Possibly people can't say his name right? Is that him? Alien boy, travelled with Eight and Charley. That's about all I know.

Chris Cwej: I know even less about him, hes the other possibility for people mixing up his name or something. Think he travelled with Seven. Idk why but he gives me dick vibes.

Hex Schofield: Travelled with Ace and Seven. Is from 2021 or something and says "sus." Which yh that was a thing but he was made before among us existed that's a cool coincidence that it turned out like that.

Liv and Helen: They exist. That's it I know nothing more.

Molly O'Sullivan: Also exists. Travelled with eight?

Charley Pollard: Has a Nazi for a sister - Blind Eye my beloved. Calls herself Edwardian even though she's from the 1930s, idk if its like a character point or an accidental fuck up by the writers. Has a romance with the doctor in some form. And also a pretty messed up relationship with him i think. Actually just a pretty messed up time. Especially because I think she was in Scherzo which I hear Wild Blue Yonder was inspired by. So good luck girl you're gonna need it.

#doctor who audios #big finish #dw #doctor who #dweu #charley pollard #liv chenka #Molly O'Sullivan #Hex Schofield #bernice summerfield #c'rizz #chris cwej #doctor who compassion #evelyn smythe #fitz kreiner

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chonixmulti · 2 years

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‘Tis the Damn Season

Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: you and Dick hit a rough patch, basically the gist of the song ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift but with my own interpretation.

2.5k words

CW: mild language ig (the use of shit once)

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this fic. I worked really hard on it and I’m super proud of it. Also there’s no “ending” really, it ends how you want it to end.

“If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you,” you said to Dick, trying to hurt him like he hurt you. You saw how the light in his breathtaking blue eyes faltered. You replay the moment where you saw him with her. How he looked at her with that boyish grin he used to have when he was around you, but now it's just blank stares and half hearted sentiments. You remember thinking “It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you”. You still remember her laugh, her hand on his hand, her blatant flirting, the way he seemed to not care that he had you, your soul, your everything. You remember the earth shattering feeling you got, There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me, But if it's all the same to you, It's the same to me. So we could call it even, You could call me babe for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, write this down. “I'm stayin' at my parents' house” you tell him before he gets a chance to argue. You go grab a luggage and start shoving your clothes into the luggage, fighting the urge to cry or scream. Your hands are shaking as you zip the luggage shut. You lift your head to the sound of floorboards creaking, making eye contact with a pair of pleading eyes, the same eyes you used to love to stare at, the eyes that now remind you of betrayal. “Are you sure? I really don’t want you to leave. I can leave instead. I was meaning to go visit Bruce and the family anyways. You shouldn’t have to leave. This is your home too” Dick said, trying to convince you to stay “Dick, I really can’t stay here right now, I’m gonna drive to Gotham, visit my parents and come back here when I’m ready. I mean it would be better for me to leave. You’re needed here in Blüdhaven and the road not taken looks real good now “ you say laughing at the last part. And it always leads to you in my hometown. You grabbed your luggage and rolled it towards the front door of the appartement, crouching down to give Hayley some kisses “I’m gonna miss you girl, be good for me while I’m gone. Take care of Dick for me” you tell her, petting her one last time before leaving the appartement. You make your way down to the underground parking garage. You unlock your car and put the luggage in the trunk. You get into the driver seat and start the car, carefully pulling out of your parking spot and driving towards the parking garage exit. You pulled onto the highway and headed towards Gotham. You finally took the exit on the highway towards Gotham. After driving for a few more minutes, you parked your car. You heard your phone ding indicating you received a text;

Bird boy: I hope you arrived safely, and that you found a good parking spot

Y/N : Yeah I got here safely. I parkеd my car right between the Methodist and thе school that used to be ours.

You walk down the street and arrive in front of your parents’ house, the house where you used to invite Dick over to, where you used to spend your holidays with Dick in, but now the holidays linger like bad perfume and it makes you miss him even more. You can run, but only so far, you think to yourself, sighing as you go to knock on the door. The moment you knock at the front door a second time, your parents answer looking at you with so much love, at that moment you start crying. “Oh sweetheart, come in, I’ll make you some hot chocolate and I’ll get your dad to bring your luggage to your room.” Your mother said while wrapping you in a hug. You took your shoes off and hung your jacket on the coat racket. As you were heading to the living room, your dad came to see you “hey princess, wanna tell me what’s going on? I hate seeing my little girl so sad” he said to you, giving you a warm and comforting smile. “Sure dad, I’ll wait for mom to come to the living room first though” you replied with a weak smile. You settle yourself on the couch and take the mug of hot chocolate from your mom “thanks mom” she smiles at you fondly “no problem sweetheart”. You look down at your mug, you suck in a breath before telling your parents what happened, “You know last weekend when we went to cousin Lucy’s wedding and Dick couldn’t come because he had work, well I came home early to surprise him instead of staying the extra day at the venue. I went to the diner down the street from my apartment, which is our date spot. I saw him sitting with a woman, she was absolutely stunning, she had beautiful hair, she had the perfect body and everything. Anyways he was sitting there with her looking all cosy and friendly. She had her hand on his and they were laughing, she was leaning towards him. It was clear that they knew each other like knew knew. I was so stunned that I turned around and walked out of the diner. I called him when I got back to the apartment to tell him I was home early. He seemed shocked when I called him, like he was guilty of something. He came home and I told him I saw him at the diner, I didn’t say anything about the woman. He freaked and started telling me some story about who she was and that it wasn’t what it looked like. I just looked him dead in the eyes and said something along the lines of “if I cared who you were hanging out with, I’d ask”. He looked absolutely shocked. Before he could see my resolve break, I told him I was going to stay with you guys for a bit. I packed my bags before he could try to stop me. I said goodbye to Hayley and left. He texted me asking if I arrived safely. I’m not gonna lie, we haven’t been okay for a while now. He’s been distant, he works a lot more than usual, he hasn’t really kissed me in a while. I’ve gone to bed alone for the last few months. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I thought I was enough for him. I know I’m not as pretty or as sophisticated as his exes but I thought I was enough for him. I thought I was good enough…” you said keeping your tear filled eyes locked on your mug of cold hot chocolate so you wouldn’t meet their gaze. “Oh honey, you did nothing wrong. He’s being an idiot. I think you should take your space for a while, and maybe when you’re ready, you can talk to him. That way you know what actually happened” your mom said tenderly. “I never liked him anyway, I mean he just hurt my little girl” your dad said earning a glare from your mother. You looked up at them “if you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna head to bed, I’m exhausted and I just want to forget about this for a while”. You hugged your parents and went to bed.

The rest of the week went by in a blur, all you remember is sending Dick’s calls straight to voicemail, you ignored his texts and you haven’t listened to his voicemails yet. You haven’t had the energy to even get out of the bed. You decided that today was the day you’d get your shit together and maybe respond to him.

After you were done getting ready for the day, you decided to read his texts and maybe listen to his voicemails he left you.

Bird boy: I’m sorry baby

Bird boy: I need to explain myself. I can’t handle not being with you.

Bird boy: I love you y/n, I promise

Bird boy: I don’t know what to tell you

You decided to stop reading the texts and just listen to the voicemails

You have seven (7) new voicemails, enter your pin to listen or press pound to delete

“Y/N, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. I need to explain myself before you decide this is over. I love you so much and you need to know that. Anyways call me back when you’re ready” beep

“Baby, please answer. The apartment is so empty without you here and Hayley is waiting at the front door for you to come home. I miss you. I haven’t slept since you’ve left. I’m gonna be in Gotham on the 15th, so call me if you’re ready to talk. Love you” beep

“Hey, I know this is the 7th voicemail I’ve left and I should probably take this as a sign you don’t want anything to do with me but I’m gonna try one last time because I love you. So please -if you want to that is- come meet me at the cafe by Wayne Enterprise. I’ll be there at around 9 o’clock on the 16th. If you don’t come, I’ll get it and I’ll finally stop bothering you. I love you so much. I’ll always be yours no matter what” beep

You didn’t even realize you were crying until a tear fell onto your phone screen. You checked your phone and noticed it was already 8:50. You ran out of your room. Quickly laced your shoes up, grabbed your coat and your keys, and ran down the street to your car. You quickly started your car and drove as fast as the speed limits would allow. You arrived at the cafe at 9:05, you scanned the cafe looking for him. You spotted him in the far corner, sitting at a small table, anxiously tapping at the table and looking out the window watching the road. You slowly made your way to the table. You sat down and placed your hands on the table to brace yourself somehow. “Hey” he said finally looking at you, he sounded so unsure of himself, like a little boy. “Hey” you whispered, you’ve never been this nervous before. “You know I escaped it too” he finally said after a few minutes of silence. “What do you mean?” You looked at him confused. “I mean this, this situation. I was scared of committing to this and I think you were too. But I realized this past week that I need you more than I let on. I realized that life feels so odd without you.” He gestured between the two of you and grimaced as he explained. “Don’t you remember how you watched me leave. You barely even tried to stop me. I don’t think you realize how one sided you made this relationship feel. I went to bed alone and woke up alone. I understand how important protecting Blüdhaven is to you but I can’t be the only one putting in the effort.” You said looking at him disappointingly. ‘But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me. We could call it even. You could call me babe for the weekend’. You thought to yourself. 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm stayin' at my parents' house. And the road not taken looks real good now. Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires. You rethink all you’ve said to each other since you’ve last seen him “You know now I'm missing your smile. I haven’t seen it in a while. But please hear me out. I’ll explain everything, I promise” he said, looking at you anxiously. “We could just ride around, and I’ll explain everything but just not here” he added. Clearly this was important and he didn’t want anyone here listening. “ Okay, let’s go. My car is down the street from here. You can drive if you want” you say, tossing him the keys as you exit the cafe. And the road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you in my hometown, you think to yourself once more. “We could sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake” he jokes as you pass a motel. You smile sadly at him remembering all the times you would sleep in with him. Remembering the feel of him wrapped around you, the sound of his breathing and the warmth. He unlocks your car and you sit in the passenger seat. He starts the car and he starts driving aimlessly around downtown Gotham. “I guess I should start explaining myself huh” he says not glancing towards you. “Yeah you probably should” you say as you fidget with your hands. “I’ll tell you this now, I was never cheating on you…” you look up at him as he says it. “For the past few months, Kory was in Blüdhaven. She had a lead that led her there. She asked to meet up so we could talk about her case. I’ll be honest, back when I was the one running the titans, we had a thing but it ended pretty abruptly. We were simply reminiscing about the titan days when you came to the diner. And all the times you’d go to bed alone and wake up alone was because I’d be out all night patrolling. Kory was barely around for that. I promise you nothing ever happened.” He says looking at you with desperation “Dick, why didn’t you just tell me that to begin with. Why weren’t you honest with me? This is a relationship, you’re supposed to invest time into it. I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay. So I'll go back to L.A, I’ll finish my degree, I’ll go back to work there and the so-called friends. Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it. And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'. I can’t deal with a one sided relationship where I don’t know when I’ll see you again, or even touch you. I can’t take it anymore. And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own.” You say, looking at him with a sour expression. He looks at you sadly “Are you sure you want to leave the warmest bed I've ever known? We could call it even” you look at him ''even though I’m leavin’?” You ask, smiling slightly. “And I'll be yours for the weekend” he tells you with that boyish smile you missed so much.

'Tis the damn season, We could call it even, You could call me babe for the weekend, 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm stayin' at my parents' house. And the road not taken looks real good now. Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires. Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out. We could just ride around. And the road not taken looks real good now. And it always leads to you in my hometown. It always leads to you in my hometown.

#dick grayson #dick grayson fanfic #dick grayson angst #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #angst #taylor swift #evermore #tis the damn season #fanfiction #fanfic #dc #dcu #DC comics #robin

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stranger things ● the new girl pt 4 ● g.emerson

warnings

a little angst. bullying / mentions of how shitty some people can be. reader has kind of a crappy -read lonely, homelife, 'idiots in love / bicker like an old married couple trope, fluff, PDA - hugging, hurt comfort, flirting, confrontations and occasional fights, drinking, mentions of weed -probably-, eventual filth, maaaybe.. female reader warning, kept her vague though, aside from clothes/basic personality/hair and the fact that she's a rich girl + anti popularity for reasons unknown.

word count

2264 exactly. welcome to part 4, babes, ig.

y'all are gonna be tired of my bullshit holy shit. because this might actually be a slow burn kind of thing..

summary

continued from ( here pt 3 ) being the new girl isn't fun. but you're starting to become friends with Gareth now and you're also starting to realize that you want more.. traash my summaries are traaash man.

taglist

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masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

You roll your eyes when you spot Andy making his way over to your locker. Beside you, Molly speaks up. "I don't know why you're so annoyed, I mean..c'mon. He's popular and hot."

"I'm pretending I didn't just hear that come out of your mouth, Molly. He's a disgusting prick." you whirl around just in time to keep him from touching you by tapping your shoulder. You're smirking up at him. "I was just talking about you, Andy."

He steps closer and you grimace, stepping away. "Yeah. I was telling Molly here that you're a disgusting little prick."

"Bitch."

"Thank you. I'll take that compliment." your smirk grows.

Molly speaks up. "Well I think you're handsome." She steps closer to Andy and he cringes. "Gross. I wasn't asking you, Moo."

You and Edith share a look and roll your eyes at the way she's so quick to throw herself at a guy who consistently calls her a cow or moos when she walks past him in the hallway. When Andy calls her a cow, she looks crushed. Embarrassed. You step between them with a hand on your hip and Edith does the same. "Fuck off, shrimp dick."

"Aw, cmon. Don't be like that. Give me a chance."

"Is he fucking brain dead?" You mutter to yourself before speaking up again,"Yeah, we're not doing this. Cmon,Molly. You don’t have to take his shit. We're leaving now."

You and Edith grab her by the arm and drag her away, turning down the hall that the art class is on so you can wait for the room to empty and hang out with Maria and Adeline like usual.

As soon as you're standing off where you think you are out of earshot , you look at her in concern after smacking her upside the head. "Seriously? You want the guy who treats you like shit?"

"Maybe he'd stop. Maybe I could get to him."

You grimace. "Those assholes never change. They grow up and get meaner."

"At least I'm not all in love with some little loser freak." Molly glares at you, folding her arms over her chest. You laugh. And you step closer. "Wanna repeat that, Molly? Call him- or his friends freaks one more time, Molly.."

You're angry now, stepping up to Molly as you shake your head at her in disappointment. "Know what? I'm done. Done. At least he doesn't treat people like shit. None of them do from what I've seen."

"You heard me." Molly steps up to you and she's got this bitter look on her face, shaking her head as she continues, "Y’know, I don't understand you, ____. You could have it all. And what are you doing?" she pauses, shaking her head at you. "You're such a dumb bitch. I'd kill to be in your situation. Do you know what I deal with, ___?"

"No. But do you know what I deal with, Molly?"

"What could you possibly go through, huh? You’re beautiful. You're smart and at least boys look at you like they want you and its not just to humiliate you. You have a big house." She pauses, taking several ragged breaths, "Your parents let you do whatever you want and they're never around to butt in. If you don't wanna come to school, nobody's forcing you, I mean..didn't you miss like 3 days just because you weren't in the mood to be here?"

You laugh bitterly. "Yeah. I guess I really have it made. Fuck you, Molly."

You storm off and shove through the handful of students who have overheard the entire thing. In your haste to get away and cool down, you completely miss the fact that three fourths of Hellfire -Gareths friends Jeff, Eddie and Ethan, have all overheard the entire thing and most importantly, what they didn't hear was you, rushing to deny any accusations Molly made about the way you feel about their best friend Gareth.

Which goes a long way in making the three of them realize that you're not being put up to being nice so one of the assholes can turn it into a cruel prank later. It makes them realize that they were right, you were holding back a lot whenever you were around them with Gareth lately. But it wasn't for the reasons they thought.

Edith processes what's just happened and she turns on Molly in disgust. "Y'know.. I'm starting to realize how ugly your bitterness makes you. Find another way home after FHA this afternoon." and she turns to scramble down the hallway, colliding with Eddie Munson in the process. "Either of you see where ___ went?"

"She bolted. I think she's outside or the bathroom. What the fuck was all that?" Eddie asks, gazing at the Edith in concern. "Molly's been jealous of ___ since she moved here. Because she likes Andy. And Andy likes ___ but she hates him. So that, sir.. that was Molly Fletcher making a real dumb decision because I'm done."

Eddie chuckles. Tugs at the collar of his Hellfire shirt when she refers to him as sir because he's…not expecting it to have the impact it does. Edith speaks up again. Quietly. "Could you, um.. I need to get by you?"

"I scare you real bad, huh?"

"Nope. Just that I need to get to her." Edith holds his gaze and Eddie steps out of the way, letting Edith take off to find you.

Meanwhile, you're in the girls bathroom and you're sitting on the floor with your knees to your chin because everything Molly said got to you. Made you think about exactly why you have a hard time making friends. Why it's so damn hard to open up easily. You feel bad for her and you know she catches hell but it just makes you so angry that she didn't even hesitate to turn on you and Edith when the two of you were trying to get her out of a bad situation.

The door opens and Edith peeks in, hissing your name. "Back here, Edie."

"Found her, Adi."

Edith, Adeline and Maria wander in.

"You okay, ___?"

"Fuck that bitch. If she wants Andy let her have the damn prick."

"Holy shit, you guys.. Eddie Munson is kinda like.. pretty."

You laugh and you're quick to jam the heel of your hands into your eyes to stop the tears. "Guys, she's probably just saying that because they always bully her so bad.."

"Girl." Edith smacks the back of your head lightly. " Aht.Aht. what we aren't doing is giving her shit a free pass anymore. She was foul."

"What Edie said, ___. She's been jealous of all of us at one point or another, we just kept trying because everyone else was so horrible to her." Maria holds out her bag of chips to you.

You reach in, getting a few out for yourself. "I'm just so mad. But then I stop and think about it and I feel bad for her."

"Yeah, don't."

"She's been a total brat lately. Don't waste the time and don't let her get to you, girl."

"You good?"

"I guess."

"C’mon. I'm starving and I'm going to eat lunch in the actual cafeteria for once. She can suffer."

Maria and Adeline pretend they can't pull you up and it makes you laugh. You stop by the mirror and grimace. "The one day I don't have my damn makeup bag with me, I'm gonna spend the day with runny mascara."

"It'll be fine, girl. It's actually kind of hot."

"It's not, I look like shit."

"Hot shit though. Fuck everybody else, alright?"

You nod.

And as the four of you are bracing yourselves to go into the cafeteria after the huge scene Molly made, Eddie, Ethan and Jeff have all sat Gareth down at the Hellfire table and they're telling him what he missed while he was talking to a teacher about extra credit.

"Wait.. what happened?"

"Well, Andy cornered __ like usual. And ___ was a smartass, like usual.." Eddie trails off ad Gareth goes off on a tangent about how many times he's told you to stop antagonizing Andy. Eddie clears his throat and reaches out to stop Gareth from getting up, "I wasn't finished. Sit the fuck down, Emerson."

"Okay, what else happened?"

"Molly Fletcher tried to hit on Andy I guess. And he did that shit, calling her a cow?" Jeff grimaces and Eddie continues, "So ___ and that librarian looking chick, the kinda hot one, they got her off to herself. Trying to be friends. That kinda blew up and the next thing we know, ___ and Molly are in each other's faces and Molly unloaded on ___, dude. When she said something about us, ___ got in her face and kinda shoved her a little. But get this." Eddie pauses dramatically, just long enough that Gareth is giving him a dirty look, "Well?"

Eddie chuckles. "I'm getting there, man."

"So get there already, man."

"Molly went off, said something about her being into you, man and ___ didn't exactly deny it."

Gareth blinks. "Huh? Look, is ___ okay or not?"

"Dude you're missing the big picture here. ____ basically admitted she likes you..without admitting it."

"No she didn't, that's not how that works, Munson. Is ___ okay or not?"

"She's upset right now…some other shit got said by Molly and ___ was tearing up when she ran past me." Eddie admits. "The short version is this man.. we were wrong about her."

"I fucking told you guys she wasn't gonna turn into one of them. Where did she go?"

Jeff notices you as you slip into the crowded lunch line with your friends and he nudges Gareth. "There she is."

Gareth is heading over to talk to you and Eddie stops him. "They can sit with us. If they want to."

Gareth gives him the thumbs up and makes his way up to you, tapping your shoulder.

You whirl around, the glare on your face softens when you find yourself body to body with Gareth. "Hey."

"Hey. How'd it go with Mrs. Lane?"

"She said if I write a stupid fucking paper I'll get the credit." he answers, stepping closer to you because your eyes are still red from crying. He tilts your chin when you look down to make you look up at him. "You okay?" he asks in concern.

You shrug. "Its dumb, grump."

"What happened?"

"Molly's a bitch. She probably doesn't wanna talk about it." Adeline answers, gazing at Gareth. "It was pretty bad."

"Adi, what the hell? It's not a big deal."

" She shouldn't have said the stuff she said. In front of everybody in the hall." Edith responds, "Stop defending her. Some people don't deserve it."

"Edie, they treat her like shit. Some people don't just shut down like me." you coax, giving Edith a pleading look.

"Stop being nice. She doesn't deserve it."

"They're right ba– shit, ___ I meant.." Gareth wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Edith catches on to what he almost called you and nudges Adeline and Maria. "We're gonna go find a table."

"Okay."you call out after them.

You turn your attention to Gareth, you heard his almost slip up but you're torn between happy and trying to tell yourself you misheard.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing." you lie about it because you don't want to bother him with your bullshit. Because you really like him a lot and you're not taking the risk of doing anything that will mess up your friendship.

"She said something, you cried. Try again, ___." Gareth coaxes, pulling you against him gingerly.

"Fine." you take a deep breath or two and then you tell him everything, all of it. Including why it bothered you enough to make you cry.

"Shit." he grimaces as you finish, " Fuck her for that."

You shrug, "I'll live, Gareth. It just..stirred some things up."

"Yeah. Kind of sounds like it." he lets you go reluctantly and if it weren’t for the teacher giving him serious stink eye, he wouldn't have.

You frown a little once he's let go because you miss the way it felt to have him hugging you. "Hey, if you wanna sit with us, ___, you can."

You nod. Your friends are all giggling, Edith even gives you a thumbs up as you walk past to sit. And by the end of lunch, Eddie has gotten so tired of having to shout from the Hellfire table to your friends table that he gets annoyed, stands up and makes a big show of dragging that one over to the end of the Hellfire table and gesturing to it, "Okay, now we can all yell up and down the table..like civilized people."

"Boo." Edith is taunting him, giving him a thumbs down. Eddie flips her off and everyone laughs. You pick at your food a little and Gareth notices. "Thought you liked salads.. yknow, I'm starting t' think you're gonna turn into a bunny on me."

"Bite me, grouch."

"You probably taste like lettuce, bunny. I'm good." Gareth teases.

"Oh haha. Think you're so funny,huh?" you flip him off, and pick up your fork, stabbing a few pieces of lettuce. "Better?"

"It'll work." Gareth shrugs, taking a bite of his own food and grimacing as he shoves his plate away. "What is this shit?"

You laugh. "You picked it."

"Eat your salad, bunny. Then if you're lucky, you can have some of my fries."

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson x yn #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #<- my writing ● gareth emerson #<- warnings | bullying/swearing confrontations ● see other warnings above #<- warning | female reader ● vague characterization ( hair/clothes/rich!girl )#fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( 4) ● character ( gareth emerson )

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thatonefrenchwitch · 2 years

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NSFW Headcanons of Josephine.

Warning: This is pure and utter filth. This is pretty nasty and lewd and goes into a lot of depth and VERY sexual. If you do not like basically porn, keep scrolling

if you’re not old enough to vote, gtfo

Body

so we know she is a lil chubby

her body is mostly pale w/ neutral undertones

she has very soft and plush thighs

and yes, her ass is jiggly

a slap makes it ripple

she does have a little tummy that pouches over her coochie a bit

her bra size is 38 DD

her nipples are a dark pink with a blue ish undertone

her inner thighs, shoulder, and under her jaw is her weak points

will turn into your bitch if you kiss all over her neck

her favorite place to be bitten is on her inner thigh and her neck

she can last a good 3 rounds but after that her brain is jello

What does she like to do to her partner?

make out

no, for real, like slow and slightly sloppy kisses where she can lick your tongue and hold on to you

she does like to tease a little here and there, kissing all over their neck and sometimes sucking on it

she does like to put up a little fight, seeing that sex is supposed to be fun for both parties and show their love she can be a little bratty

for example; if someone *cough cough* reiji *cough cough* were to tell her to behave herself, she would simply tell him “no <3” and keep teasing.

also loves to degrade a bit playfully (ex: “And here I thought you were gonna make me behave. How disappointing~”)

she also likes to give head as well, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to receive it either.

she likes hearing how good she makes their partner feel. loving to hear and feel their reactions.

she also may or may not enjoy getting her face fucked- anyways-

but she will bow down to their partner, eventually, and let them take control

if her partner likes it, she’ll call them sir, master, daddy, mistress, my highness, any of those sorts

What turns her on?

more like what does hahahah

she loves getting called “good girl” more than anything

but she is also into getting degraded as well

wrap your hand around her throat and her face will turn red and give you puppy eyes

basically saying how you want her and only her will make her putty in your hands

just make her feel like you crave her more than anything and she’ll do anything you wish

however, she is down for mean sex

like if you made her upset and you’re probably Reiji said something mean like “darling, i didn’t mean it” “i do not care.” and like push them away and like try kissing her neck she will pull your hair and demand you show her how sorry you are

“You’re sorry, no? Show me. Make me forget about those stupid words you said and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

but honestly just do some heavy petty and a sweet make out session and you’ll be forgiven

oh boy if you bend her over a desk or anything or restrict her movement, her rope bunny tendencies will act up and she start moving her hips, trying to get some friction

cover her mouth while you finger her or toy with her, she’s soaking your palm, sorry :/

literally the moment you’re calling her pet, baby doll, princess, or anything sweet she’ll get wet

she gets so ashamed that she gets so turned on by her s/o and often tries to hide her neediness

she honestly wants be used and treated like a piece of meat <3

however a hard limit is slapping her in the face, that makes the session done and will make her sob in a not fun way

also, wants to put Reiji and Ruki now that i’m interacting with @ruki--mukami more in a bunny/maid outfit and make them wait on her hand and foot

kinda wants to peg Ruki to take him down a notch

big same with Reiji but with Reiji she would be meaner

literally wants to tie up Reiji and Ruki and leave a wand on their dicks for hours just for fun and revenge <3

however, she knows she can never do that because if she does, she won’t be walking for the next two weeks

Moans

oh boy

at first it’s very breathy and panty

kind of quiet at first in embarrassment and shame for being so turned on

“Reiji, don’t-“ proceed w/ a small whine

“Ruki, what are you?-“

after a while, she relaxes and lets some more noises fall out.

kind of whiney and needy (especially if she’s riding her s/o or their thigh)

“Oh god, you feel so good~”

“I can’t stop, sir, I’m sorry~”

when she comes her eyes shoot open big and chokes out a small scream.

if their partner keeps going she gets louder and sounds more wanton

“Oh fuck~ J-Just like that!~”

“You’re filling me up so good!~”

She will finish faster the more overstimulated she is and eventually will start crying in pleasure.

“Please, please, master, you feel too good! I-I can’t take it anymore!~”

“I-I gonna break if- Ah!~ You keep going like this!~”

Eventually will just be a babbling, moaning mess, and crying their name constantly. Tears and drool running down their face all the while.

However, if they are edged/ being punished. She will cry a bit more and be begging a bit more.

“Please! I’m sorry I talked to Shu! I-I won’t talk to him ever again, you’re right, he’s worthless and I belong to you, only you! Just please for the love of god let me cum!”

“It hurts, please, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“I’ll be good! I’m sorry I called you an idiot in front of everyone! I’m sorry I made you look like a fool just please give my ass a break! I won’t be able to sit for a week!”

at the end of the session, your sheets will be soaked and she’ll be passed out cold.

(Sweet baby jesus this was one of the most intense thing I published yet… And to think I still have Chapter 5 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers smut #oc headcanons #smut headcanons #diabolik lovers oc headcanons #josephine ako #josephine ako headcanons #basically corn

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icarussometimes · 1 year

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alright i’ll bite. what are your (wrong and incorrect <3) batfam hair headcanons

uhhh okso. goddamn this is gonna be long, here is a cut for your health and safety <3

bruces hair has been 100% the same 100% of his life. maybe he had it like a little longer for like a year when he was 20 but that was IT. back to default right afterwards. hes like the settings ur videogame character is on when u open up customization

dick is fortunately a bit more interesting. he had the cute floppy little boy haircut until he was in like his mid teens and then he was like imma grow it out and he did. by the time discowing era rolled around it was LONG long, and he did in fact have a short but traumatic (mainly to bruce, poor man) period with a mullet. post-discowing he figured out what to do with it and settled into a style around shoulder length with lotsa layers so it does that 80s shag surfer rockstar thing. he was later a firm supporter of the covid era shag/wolf cut revival. looks fucking stunning, no doubt he is the supermodel of the fam. chefs kiss

jasons hair is curly (!! i am very particular about this! he has curls) and was pretty short before he met bruce, for easy keeping, and that obviously all the same length sorta look where u can tell it was buzzed at some point. when he’s robin obviously hes got the heart bangs and is just adorable all around. the one thing ur right about is that it gets long when he’s in zombie mode and they shave it in the league. i think in his red hood era he learns to cut his own hair and experiments with lotsa fun stuff like punk hairstyles and shaved sides and at one point a little mini mullet which he somehow pulls off. once or twice he probably bleaches the not-white-streak parts of his hair to try to make it blend in, and goes thru all the weird growing out stages after that. its an all around fun time, and he pulls off way more weird hairstyles than he has any right to tbh

tims hair is very very straight and for most of his childhood and early teen years its in a pretty basic short sides long top sorta cut, low maintenance and fine-looking. he dyes it blue once when hes like 14 and that’s the only time he ever does anything intentional and interesting with his hair, because to him it’s pretty much just a chore. when all the red hood shit starts going down theres a period where he goes full what-is-self-care mode for, like, many months and thus his hair grows out enough for like a tiny scruffy ponytail. its like very badly taken care of tho bc my boy doesnt have TIME to shower, bruce, youre not my REAL dad. once jason and damian both mostly stop trying to murder him on sight, he starts taking care of his hair, but i firmly believe that (for a while at least) he decides not to cut it. YES long haired tim. fight me. i think it’s almost always up, in various buns and braids, and dami and the girls (steph and cass, i mean) really love it which tim finds utterly baffling. but my boy needs to be loved more. cass calls his hair beautiful and he turns into a puddle of goo and doesnt stand up for like 2 days

dami keeps his hair short (not buzzed, but short) while in the league, and when he moves to gotham there’s a period of a couple months where he decides to try to be mini bruce. but bruces hair is kinda hard to recreate and looks a bit silly on him, and also every single one of his family members wont stop MUSSING IT so eventually he gives up and learns to tolerate his normal (if spiky) tweenage hair.

steph is our token blonde but we love her. i think she was one of those girls who decided at like 9 that she wanted to grow her hair out REALLY long, and was like moderately successful at it to the chagrin of most adults in her life (because long hair is SO HIGH MAINTENANCE). not long before her tenure as robin she gets sick of it and chops it to like,,,, idk, armpit length? yeeah. and later in her teens she has a whole cycle (or two) of bangs, she flipflops like weekly on whether she likes the way bangs look on her or not. she usually does them herself, and (everyone but her knows) she rocks them every time

cass i think had longer hair when she was doing the assassin gig, mainly ao it could be tied back, but as soon as she had more agency she went “nope” and chopped it to her normal short bob and has kept it that way ever since.

the one other thing u were right about i think is that duke has had the same hair his entire life, that just sounds correct lmao

anyways thats it, totally open to debating with you but just know that i am correct <3

#batsy #sorry its so fuckin long #praise all ye who ask

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tainted-by-skeletons · 3 months

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Bully Reader X Sans (Final part)

(Extremely NSFW. Do not read if you are not an adult. This one is long. Sorry.)

“Hehehe~ I can't help it. I have fun no matter what's happening. If you wanna have fun then you have to stop being a grump. Now that you look less grumpy and more cute I bet it'll be easier for you! Hehe~”

Sans averted his eyes from me. He muttered something about preferring to not spend time with girls. Seeing a small blushing boy sprawled out on a bathroom floor… I only knew of one way to approach that situation.

“I think my plan is already working. You're not nearly as annoying and controlling like this. You should give me more of a chance you know.”

“No thanks.” Sans said harshly.

I crawled over him, my hands on the ground on either side of his hips. Sans' big, worried looking eyes looked even more adorable with the blush and cute pictures drawn across his cheeks. I had no idea that I was only making it look more and more like I had a crush on him.

“Stop being so grumpy. All my hard work is going to waste~” I said softly.

But I couldn't control myself. Cornering cute boys was a part of my muscle memory by then. I can't say Sans isn't cute either. You can be cute some of the time but mostly look like a dirty grumpy old man. Like a poodle. I shifted my weight to one hand and drew my other hand across his hip. Just a finger. Sans gasped and covered his face with one hand in humiliation. He tried to back away from me but he didn't have very far to go. When he was completely cornered, he used his knee to knock out the hand I was using to keep myself up.

“Aah!”

I fell right on top of his lap. Face stuffed in his pants.

“Aaahhh!~”

His reaction made me think I was basically sucking him off then and there. But he didn't seem to have anything “down there” to do anything with. I looked up to see him gasping for breath with the most adorable aroused expression on his face. The pink blush I put on him suddenly looked blue around the edges. It was apparently the natural color hidden in his face.

“Sorry! Uh-... Sorry…”

I blinked in surprise.

That's so interesting! I think I know why that happens! With a lack of color in his skin his blood must appear blue in his face! Just like any human, the blood vessels are opening in the area around his cheeks but his vessels appear blue like in human veins! His eyes are dialing too. Oh my god I can't take how cute he looks.

“I-I don-dont. I don't wa-wanna kiss you.”

“Huh?”

“What.”

“Ahahahahaha! What are you thinking?! I was just looking at your cheeks!”

“What?!”

“They're blue. I think it's interesting. Hehehe~ Sorry. Am I too scary?~”

“No! That's not- nnn not what I-” Sans was panting through his words. I couldn't tell if he was panicked or aroused.

I decided not to back off just yet. Teasing him was fun and I deserved to have fun after he tossed me around so much. Besides, I really wanted to know if all his talk about crushes was projection. It was starting to look like it. The poor guy was nearly drooling.

“Goood~ I don't wanna scare you. That's your job right? Yeah. You're a veery scary boy. I'm terrified of you.”

I didn't get up in his face or anything, but I didn't back off him either. I was so interested in finding out why he was having such an extreme reaction to me. This wasn't considered normal to any human. And I do love my biology. Sans almost shook his head. His eyes not releasing contact with mine.

“I don't need to be scared of you though. Right? You don't wanna do anything bad to me.” I said breathily.

Sans put his head down and squeezed his eyes shut as his hips twitched upwards. Like his non-existent dick was trying to jump up to meet me. He was having trouble catching his breath. I even caught a blue tongue hanging out of his mouth for a second too.

So interesting! I wish I was still in school. I would have written an essay on this!

“Oooh?~ Hmhm~ Do you? I think that sounds fair. Do you want revenge on me for violating you?” I teased as I leaned back and spread out my legs. My short pleated skirt made it easy for me to display my silky red panties. I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect Sans to push off the wall and lunge at me with a deep growly,

“Yes.”

Before he grabbed me by the shoulders and dove into my neck. He did not hold back as he bit down. Biting me and pinning me in place like an animal.

“Aaahhh!”

Once he was sure I was completely helpless, he found a free hand to press hard into my side and drag down my body until he could slide it over to my panties. I groaned in pleasure as he rubbed me. Sans excitedly explored every inch of my vulva while it was still clothed. His harsh movements and tight grip were so sexy to me. I found myself losing control too as I bucked into his hand. Moaning loudly at every movement.

The pain in my neck was unnoticeable until I became tired. But when my hips ached from the exercise, so too did my neck. I let my body relax, and that seemed enough to be a signal to Sans. He released from my neck and pulled away from me. That was enough for me to remember where I was and who I was with. But not for him. It was already too late. He pulled down my underwear and positioned himself on his knees.

“Aah!” I shrieked. “H-hey wait!”

I kicked his hand away from me. That seemed to break him out of his spell. Sans' eyes became wide and he almost fell back a bit.

“I-... I-I uh. I'm sorry.”

Unable to think of what we could possibly say, we stared at each other. Just trying to catch our breath.

“Um It's okay… Let's just like… pretend that didn't happen.”

“Uh! I don't! Um. We. No I- fuck. Uhhh.”

I couldn't tell what Sans was stammering about. So I took his hand and tried to pull him up.

“Let's start by getting out of the bathroom. Okay?”

“Uhh. Yyyeah.”

I pulled him up to me but Sans was suddenly very weak. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor again.

“What is happening to you?” I asked with a meaner tone than I meant.

“Nothing. It's not- er. I don't li- uhhh. It's not because! Um… I don't!... Like you…”

“Yeah. Totally believable. I couldn't have given a better performance. Oh wait. I actually did.”

I grabbed Sans around the chest and clumsily picked him up. We stumbled until he could steady himself against the wall. His whole body was flushed and he should have been able to catch his breath too long ago.

“Are you okay? You look like you're dying.”

“I'm not.” Sans said roughly.

“Is there something I can do? Uhhh… water?” I offered.

“Fine. Whatever.”

“You don't need to be an ass about it.”

I thought I was being awfully nice for the situation we were in. But I knew I started it. And I felt guilty. After swallowing my pride, and a bit of water for myself too, I went back upstairs to offer a truce. When I got to the top of the steps Sans was sitting on the ground outside the bathroom door, head up and eyes closed.

“Umm. I'm sorry. I kinda started that whole thing. I didn't know it would like… affect you or something.” I wanted to sound nicer than I did but I really didn't know how I possibly could. “Hey. Let's agree nobody has a crush on anybody. Okay?”

Sans nodded.

“Here.”

And I gave him the cup of water. He took it and drank it carefully. Not knowing what else to do, I awkwardly sat down next to him. I waited until I knew he could respond, and then I asked,

“If I tease another monster that much, would that happen again?”

“Not usually… but it might. I know why it happened but I'm not telling you.”

“Okay. That's fine.”

“Good.”

I would usually ask if I should leave, but it was late enough when I came into his house. Now it was so late I really couldn't afford to leave. And as if Sans read my thoughts he said,

“It's not gonna work. I don't think I'm getting this marker off my face. Just go home Y/N.”

“Hey! You can't kick me out! One: I still have one more thing we can try. And two: You can't make a girl walk home alone this late at night!"

“Yeah I can. Watch me.” Sans held up a hand and used his magic to push me against the railing on top of his stairs. “Get out.”

“Aah!" My head hit one of the rails and I fell to the ground. I took off my shoe and threw it at Sans. "I'm doing all this to help you! And I want to make up for everything!" I took a moment to breathe. "I don't know what happened but I won't tease you anymore. Okay? I promise.”

“Anymore tonight? Or…” Sans threw my shoe (which had completely missed him) to the side.

“Rrr… I'm not saying I think we should be friends or something. I still hate you. But no. I really like hanging out with Papyrus and I don't want to bully his brother if it means he won't be friends with me anymore. I'm just doing it for him!"

Sans' Pov

I have a lot of friends. They're alright people. I never invite anyone to my place or go out of my way to see them unless I really respect them. And there's only really one reason that I respect someone. It's if they get along with my brother. I can't explain why, but it just shows me they're a good person. I feel like getting along with Papyrus is extremely easy. If you can't do that you kinda suck.

“You wanna truce?”

“Yeah! Truce!”

“Fine. Truce.”

I held out my hand. When I asked for a truce, I was making a promise. If I saw Y/N picking on me or my brother again I'd consider us enemies just like before. She'd never be allowed in my house again.

“Oh... Uh. Right.”

She awkwardly took my hand and shook it. I immediately felt a surge of guilt. I wasn't surprised she was hesitant to touch me.

But why does she want to stay here so bad? She's worse off with me than outside.

“Good.”

“Now can I try that last thing?”

“You're determined, aren't cha’? Do I look that bad?”

“It's not that. I still think you look better this way. And I still don't like you! But... I just don't want you to like… hate me.”

I could tell she was lying about hating me, but I put that aside. “Why do you care all of a sudden? I thought you didn't want to be friends.”

“I don't like it when people don't like me.”

“Pft. I'm not surprised.”

“What's that supposed to mean?!”

“You seem like you want to be popular. I bet you were on the surface.”

“Uh! Um… yeah. Basically.”

I could tell she was hiding something. “Basically?”

“Uh! Uggh. How can you tell when people lie? Do you have some sorta magic for that?”

“Nope. I just don't like it and won't tolerate it.”

Suddenly she looked guilty. She even hunched up a little and gave me puppy dog eyes. I wasn't going to tell her she had to tell me the truth. But for some reason, she did.

“I was really lonely on the surface. The girls that wore lots of makeup and little skirts and had fluffy hair always got a lot of attention. I thought maybe… if I tried to act like them I wouldn't feel so lonely. And it worked. Especially down here. Don't you ever want to try to reinvent yourself when you're around new people?”

“I think that's ingenuine. Everyone changes as they get older anyway. I just let it happen naturally.”

“I think you're lucky. Some people have to change. They can't just wait for it to happen. I had to try something. Even if it wasn't perfect.”

“Hm... I guess I can respect that.”

I got off the ground finally and went into the bathroom. Ready for the worst. Just in case.

“Let's take off your blush first. Okay?” I told her.

“Hehe~ yeah! Duh!”

Y/N got the towel from before and wet it with warm water. I leaned against the counter, already feeling slightly woozy from just the idea of her getting so close to me and touching my face.

Fuck! I can't believe that happened earlier! I hate being like this. Most monsters outgrow that kinda thing. I don't know why I still can't control myself. I feel like I usually can but… she pisses me off and I want to… to…

“I hope I can get the blush off without makeup remover. I have no idea how your skull works. Hmmm. Do you have pores? It's kinda like you do. You should let me play with your face sometime. It'll be good practice.” Y/N mumbled to herself softly as she rubbed the warm towel on my cheeks.

My head started feeling light and hot from her little face massage to me. I closed my eyes, hoping I could focus on something to distract me. But it only made the hypnotic sensation feel even stronger. And soon I couldn't open my eyes back up again.

“Hehehe~ Awww you like that?” Y/N cooed as if she was talking to a puppy.

I turned my head away, unable to respond. I tried so hard to repress embarrassing noises or dirty thoughts. It got a lot harder when a felt a soft hand on my opposite cheek pull me to face Y/N again. I flinched a little when I saw her.

“Oh my god. You don't have to be afraid of me. Shouldn't I be afraid of you if anything?”

“Yeah. So why the hell are you sticking around here?”

“Oooh~ look who's edgy.” Y/N said as she continued rubbing my face with the towel. “I already told you why I'm not leaving.”

“So you're just gonna sleep on my couch?”

“Rude. You're not gonna offer a bed to your guest? Since apparently Papyrus won't be here, why can't I sleep in his bed?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?”

“If he's not here you can't see his room. That's just common sense for anyone.”

“I feel like that's kinda over the top but like, whatever.”

Before I could stop myself, I took the hand holding the towel and pulled it behind me hard. To force Y/N close to my face.

“My house. My rules.”

Her wide eyes and slightly open mouth were a little hard to resist.

“You… you know. Y-I… You're not really helping me much. I'm just trying to get the blush off.”

“No you're not. You're getting distracted too. I already warned you. Stay if you want but you're safer outside than in here with me.”

For some reason, Y/N pulled away. She averted her eyes and started fanning her face with her hand. She giggled a little for some reason.

“You're starting to sound like an edgy romance novel.”

“What?! Where the hell are you getting that?!”

“Well I doubt you've ever read one. I'm not gonna explain. You'll have to take my word.”

As if nothing had happened, Y/N wet the other side of the rag and started on my other cheek. Still as gentle as before. Without a care in the world.

“You need to leave. Or at least give up.”

She smirked to herself. “There you go again with the love interest lines. Hehe. Are you gonna tell me next that if I stay, you can't be held responsible for whatever you might do to me?~”

“I said no teasing.”

“That doesn't count. I'm flirting.”

“Wh-w-why?!”

“Because I'm having fun.”

“You shouldn't be.”

“You don't scare me when you talk like that.”

I finally had it. Her smirk, her provocative glances, the way she kept turning my cheek back towards her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Pushing my body against her chest, I kissed her.

“Mmn!”

Y/N let out a surprised squeak as I forced myself on her again. Her hands were on my chest but they weren't pushing me away. She seemed unsure. But I was done letting her take so long to make up her mind. I tilted my head and slid my tongue past her lips. She bit down on it. I couldn't tell if she wasn't ready for me to violate her mouth but I didn't care anyway. I grabbed her breast with one hand and pushed in while closing my fingers around the doughy surface.

“Aahhh!~”

I put both my hands on her cheeks to keep her head in place while I explored her mouth with my tongue. Her squeaks of surprise weren't the only noises she made. It wasn't even seconds before her startled noises turned into long needy moans. She hooked a leg behind me and grinded against my hip bone.

“Mmmnn!”

It was like she knew those were especially sensitive for me. Still pushing against her, I moved my hands down to my shorts and slid them off. I lifted up her skirt so I could feel the slightly damp fabric of her slick, smooth panties against me. Immediately I could feel an intense sensation rising in my chest. I hadn't done that for a long time, but I was going to soon.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- aaahhh!~”

In my chest, my soul appeared and expanded to twice its usual size in only a moment with a burst of blue liquid. Without any hesitation, I took my soul and attached it to my hip bones. It quickly morphed into a shape fitting for what I wanted to do.

“What was?!- what just happened?” Y/N asked.

I grabbed her forearms and tried to push her to the floor. She really seemed to hate that. Y/N kicked me away and opened the door. She tried to run down the stairs but I caught her before she reached the balcony railing. I pushed her to the ground and tore off her underwear.

“Aaahh! Hey! That's not fair!”

She reached up and grabbed the railing. But it would only serve as something to hold onto while I fucked her. I moved up to slide in and…

“Huh? Haha! It's tiny! Hmmm. Poor guy. I might as well let- aah! Oooh~”

I was mad at the comment but I didn't have the concentration available to respond to anything. All I could think about was holding her hips and ramming myself into her. Feeling her soft, wet labia against my bare hips was amazing. Addicting even. Every part of my attention was happily focused on the sensation. I sadly didn't hear her heated rant about how “small” I was.

“Uggh!~ After all that you think you look sooo sexy huh? Haaah~ Uh! Well. You're not in control alright? I'm just letting you fuck me beca- aah!~ because I feel bad for you! Mmn. With a dick that small you're probably a virgin. I bet that's why you lost it. You're old and sad and if I have-aah~ if I have to-mmnn~ if I have to take care of you then that's fine. I like taking care of cute boys~ Haaahh~ I love taking care of cute, small, pathetic boys! Aaahhh!~”

I'm especially disappointed it took me so long to notice her erotic expression. Her eyes would wander up looking at nowhere while her open mouth slowly released saliva from the corners of her funny smile. When I finally saw it I wrapped her legs around me and put my arms around her chest to pull her up to me. It didn't quite work out how I thought it would but I didn't complain. I forgot how tall she was compared to me and my face ended up snuggled in between her breasts.

“Aaahh!~ Yeah! You want my big titties? Mmn!~ Go for em!”

Y/N pulled up her shirt and unclipped her bra. Watching her hands shake as I rammed myself into her made me weirdly proud of myself. Finally she removed her bra and threw it over the banister. She twisted herself, revealing just how curvy and wet her body was as her sweat shined under the hall light. Her slightly tanned skin reminded me of a fresh baked pastry. I didn't have time to decide what to do with her delicious looking body before she put a hand on the back of my head and shoved my face into her right breast.

I wasn't actually all that into boobs before then. So I was more than happy with focusing on my own movements as I comfortably suffocated in her warm, soft mounds. That is, until she hit the back of my head.

“Fucking idiot! What are you doing!? Suck on them!”

“Hmmm?”

The idea never came to me, but I was more than willing to give it a try. I didn't actually realize girls were into that too. So I moved my mouth over her dark, erect nipples and sucked on her teat. At the same moment as I started, her walls closed in hard around me.

“Aahh!~ Yeah!”

Sucking me in like she never wanted me to leave. It was enough for me to cum a second time. Like before, my soul expanded to twice its size in one quick movement. But now that it was in its proper place, it didn't go back to its original size.

“Aaahh!~ Oooh! What is!? Ahhhh!~ Fuuuuck!”

Y/N’s body shook as I thrusted into her. Harder and with much more enjoyment on both ends than before. Her limbs were completely useless as she helplessly grabbed around for something to hold onto to comfort herself. I could feel more resistance as I slid in and out. I tried as hard as I could to control myself just enough to not hurt her. At least as much. But it seemed like she didn't really need it.

“Fuck! Sans! You're gonna make me cum too!”

Without anything else safe to hold, Y/N wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips. Moving her legs up opened her entrance to me more. Y/N screamed in pleasure as she hit another orgasm and clenched around me hard, causing my final climax in return.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!~”

As our bodies finally relaxed and my senses came back to me, my soul also returned to its usual size and shape. I stayed still. Afraid to move and ashamed of myself.

“I'm sorry.” I whispered into Y/N’s chest.

“It's okay... Sorry I insulted you so much.”

“What?”

“Uhhh. Let's call it even.”

“Uggh. O-okay.”

Y/N’ Pov

I'm actually a huge sucker for those edgy teen romance dramas. I would have forced myself on Sans' if he hadn't done the job for me. I assumed we'd always be enemies. But if this was the new direction our relationship was going to go in, I was completely okay with it.

“Hmhm~ Why are you holding me so tightly?”

“I… shouldn't have done that.”

“Probably not. But you're all good now right?”

Sans looked up at me. He seemed like he felt really guilty. He looked so sad and adorable with his big puppy dog eyes and little black freckles.

“That really shouldn't be the biggest problem. I-”

“We're calling it even. Alright? I totally dominated you so it's the least I could do. Just make sure it doesn't happen again.” I said as I patted his head condescendingly.

“What?”

“I'll be softer with you next time. Okay?”

“Are you fucking delusional?” Sans blurted as he sat up. “When, during that, were you “dominating” me? Go ahead. Tell me.”

“Did you not hear anything I was saying?”

“Uhhh. No. Not really. Why the hell would that matter anyway?”

“Ugh! You don't get it! That's it! Next time I'm tying you down. If you're not squirming around so much maybe you'll pay attention!”

Sans stared at me. Completely bewildered.

“You're insane.”

“I'll ease you into it. Don't worry.”

“No! We're not having sex again!”

“That's what I thought before you jumped me.”

I looked away and picked at my nails to annoy him. It was just too fun. I couldn't resist.

“What?! I- but! *Sigh* Nothing has changed between us. Alright?”

“What?! You're still gonna try to say you don't like me?”

“I don't! You're the one that likes me!”

“Not true. I said I felt bad for you. I do it all the time. You're not the cutest boy I've taken in but I'm very generous. You clearly need help so I'll date you if I need to.”

“No! What?! Is this a human thing?! You have sex with someone once and you just date?”

“Yeah. Kinda. It's what I like to do. No reason wasting your time right?”

I only did it once after becoming popular. I haven't actually had all that much sex either. I just adore teasing boys.

“You… we're not dating. And I still don't even consider us friends. We are not gonna talk about this okay?”

“Yeah. I get it. I wouldn't want anyone knowing if I was you I guess. But you'll totally have sex with me again though. Right? I'm gonna make you admit I dominated you.”

Sans shook his head and sighed.

“I think we should sleep. Use the shower or whatever you want. Just… no more talking. I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired.”

“Yeah. You probably are. You have more stamina than I thought.”

Sans refused to listen and wandered off towards his room. I stood still for a moment, wondering if I should take his offer or a shower.

“So, you coming?”

“In your room?! Like. In your bed?”

“You're surprised I'm letting you sleep in my bed with me?” Sans asked flatly.

“Well. I shouldn't be. But yeah?”

“Heh. Well I guess I shouldn't blame you. Come on. Don't make a thing about it.”

“Tch. Is there anything I can make a thing about?”

“Nope.”

“Fine then. I ought to teach you about after care anyway.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

I slipped into the bed under the covers. Sans tried to turn away from me but I put my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me. He made a cute embarrassed noise and tried to scrunch himself up.

“Hmhm~ You don't have to be embarrassed.”

I pet his head and trailed my fingers over his body. I loved getting to know my partner’s bodies. And Sans was no ordinary partner.

“Nooo~ Go away.” He mumbled. “I don't like you.”

“I think maybe we both like each other.” I whispered close to his head.

Sans rolled over to face me. But he wouldn't meet my eyes. He cautiously hugged me under my arms and nuzzled his face into my neck. His whining tone never went away.

“No we don't. Go to sleep.”

“Okay. Okay. Fine. No more talking.”

I nuzzled my marks on his cheeks. He nuzzled me back, his heated face felt comforting against mine. We slowly continued snuggling and nuzzling and even giving each other small kisses until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

#sans x reader #undertale #x reader #fanfiction

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more headcanons!!!!

I need a life I know I know

Cassandra is the only person Damian doesn’t pick physical fights with

Bruce and Dinah are best friends

She is the only person he will willing go up to and hug out of the blue

They spar a lot and keep count of who wins each time

Whoever has the least amount of wins by the end of the week has to buy the other a drink

It’s very much a protective older sister and tired™️ little brother dynamic

Diana has on multiple occasions walked into the watchtowers monitor room to find both Bruce and Clark asleep

Clark floats when he’s really happy

Jason is better with kids than Dick is

When presented with a scared child if said child notices an emblem on their chest legacy heroes will not hesitate to throw any issue they have with their mentor out the window

For example:

Upon seeing the bat on Jason’s chest the small child barely whispers out ‘are you batman’ to which he responds very gently with a soft smile ‘I’m his son’

Roy trying to calm down a kid when he notices the arrow patch on their book bag and begins to explain that green arrow is his dad

Cassie very proudly explaining how she’s wonder girl and going on about different stories about her Diana and Donna till the little boy starts laughing and eases up

Cassie has the worst sense of style

Tim gets very defensive when one of his siblings mentions that Bernard kinda reminds them of kon

Damian and Tim will go to places together one of them has seen on missions so they can both paint and take pictures of it

Sometimes Tim will take pictures and think ‘Damian would like this’ so he prints them out so Damian can draw them

Some times the drawings end up on Tim’s bed

All of them have been neatly pinned to Tim’s wall

Conspiracy theorist™️ Bernard and Tim sit up all hours of the night talking about different theories and watching Unsolved

They have been doing it since they met

It was one of those nights at like 3am watching Bernard laugh at some stupid thing Tim said that it hit Tim he really like him

Tim proceeded to shove those feelings very very very far down

Protective J’onn J’onzz™️

Jon is a little shit of a younger brother and thrives off of it

For Mother’s Day Conner bought Lois a motorcycle

She cried

For multiple reasons

Hawkgirl dyes her hair red and doesn’t tell a soul

When diana found out instead of taking the high road she used it as black mail

Kori can and will pull rank with the royalty card

Superman is the leagues go to when it comes to handling big public government things

He has had to remind them on multiple occasions that certain accusations they throw around can lead to international problems because of the status of certain justice league members

Or that normal rules don’t really apply to certain league members

‘No you can’t throw Martian Manhunter in prison, he is a very established government official on Mars. It wouldn’t end well.’

‘For the last time, Wonder Woman is royalty. Unless you want to deal with Themyscira political officials I suggest backing down’

‘Booster is from the future? What do you mean documents’

‘You are so right let’s just send them back to their planet. That no longer exists. That will work.’

‘While yes he is apart of the league GL answers to OA. If this is an issue we can’t do anything. You will have to talk to the guardians’

‘I don’t care if you don’t like it, we literally don’t have that kind of authority, you have to talk to the ones who do’

Bruce hated midnighter when they first met

However midnighter managed to win him over

No one knows how because by all accounts they should hate each other

Now they are a terrifying duo and Lucas thrives off of it

Theres a swear jar in the watchtower but ‘swear’ is crossed out and it says ‘obnoxious’ instead

Basically when some one comes in bragging about a save or a mission or their intelligence or name drops or whatever they put a dollar in the jar

The money is donated at the end of the month and they take turns choosing which charity

They also have a ‘days since’ board and it’s ‘days since world ending disaster’

They throw a party every time 10 days hit. So a party for 10 days, then 20 then 30 and so on

The absolute frustration that runs through the tower when it hits a 9 then an alien invasion hits

They have never gone above 36 days

It’s Very specific and multiple people are looking into it

Starfire joined the justice league and is now a very respected member not just by the league but by civilians as well

Barbra and kori hang out together a lot

I mean she is constantly over at the clock tower talking and messing around with all 3 of the batgirls

Stephanie swears she’s in love

It’s overall a very loving environment and kori thrives off of it

Especially when Dinah or Kara or Helena stop by as well

It gets very crowed and very loud some nights

And while Barbra doesn’t really like crowds and it being noisy makes it slightly more difficult to work she loves her friends so much and can’t help but smile at them laughing and messing up her space

Roy becomes a kindergarten teacher

And he’s so good at it

He likes to work at low income schools

Parents and students love him so much

Raven becomes a therapist because well empath but also she has a very calming voice and she is really good with connecting with people

Kori and Donna become diplomats for the justice league for the meetings and other events Superman can’t go to

Because while they are kind and very sensible they are not push overs and will do whatever it takes to make sure people are safe

The league trusts their judgment when it comes to negotiating and such because they will always put the safety of civilians first

It also helps that they are extremely intimidating

#dc comics #tim drake #barbra gordon #kori anders #justice league #dc headcanon #donna troy #dick grayson #Batman #Superman #roy harper #damian wayne #Jason Todd #cassie sandsmark #dinah lance

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Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.

please. gonna make it a part two this

Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.

you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.

It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”

Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me”

“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?”

You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?”

Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need”

Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away.

When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media.

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’

You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean?

Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you.

Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too.

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When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish.

“Hey-”

You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.

“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk”

You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head. “No, we dont. You made that clear”

You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop.

“I miss you.”

Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?”

You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?”

He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.

He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality.

You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”

He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too”

You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”

“So..?” You prod, breathless.

“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you”

The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend”

You do in fact let him bring you back.

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It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him.

His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”

“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt.

Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it”

Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages”

“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”

He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”

Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him.

You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait”

“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”

“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him.

He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me”

Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”

You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word.

But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves”

“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care.

#ask #armin arlert smut #eren jaeger smut #armin arlert x reader #eren jaeger x reader

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epiemy · 2 years

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Hi, I love your Batfam writing!!! And if you're still taking orders, would I like a headcanon where the reader is Wonder Woman and Superman's daughter and starts dating Jason? It would be amazing to read this! Thank you for your attention.

JASON TODD DATING A SUPERMAN AND WONDER WOMAN DAUGHTER

Warnings: Basic violence, mentions of sex and sensible themes.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: Sorry for grammar mistakes.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

ok, let's start at the beginning (no, at the end, smart)- sorry I'm too much of a joke today;

I believe it's a consensus among the fandom that the three oldest members of the Justice League have already hooked up at some point (B, Diana and Clark);

With that in mind, one day our dear Amazon disappears from the League with just a note to Bruce letting him know that she is pregnant and that SupsTM can't even dream that this happened... B is not a billionaire vigilante for nothing, he understood the situation. and gave his word to keep silent;

during the 20 years that Diana remained on Themyscira, she trained her little girl along with Hippolyta and other of her sisters, teaching you how to behave, fight and most importantly, not depend on any man in your life;

the eldest never had a problem talking about Clark, so it was obvious that she knew at some point you'd want to meet her father and the famous Uncle Bruce, or (B)itchman - nickname you swore you'd never tell anyone;

imagine Superman's surprise to see a girl who is the exact mix of him and Wonder Woman standing at his door with a confident posture...

woman, you just broke the most powerful being on earth, congratulations;

anyway, when explaining the whole situation he clearly understood, but he also had to say that he is married now and that he has two children, one named Conner and the youngest, Jon;

you met them both on the same day, and I must say that Conner liked you the most, he loved his personality;

that's not why Jon hated you, in fact the 9 year old boy loved you, but he just saw you as his older sister just like Kon, but the older one saw you as a best friend;

coming out of sentimentality, you found the world of men extremely curious and thought that the most appropriate person to show you around was Uncle Bruce, so you were determined to meet the dreaded Batman;

as your mother was busy on a mission with the Green Lantern, you took the opportunity to visit Wayne Manor, a very beautiful place in your conception of beauty, but which would never come close to the island where you were born and raised;

before you even knock on the door, a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man looks at you in surprise as he recognizes Diana's features;

"Hi Uncle Bruce, I'm Y/N Prince Kent or Y/N-El" you nod excitedly and he gives you a slight smile, nodding in agreement;

"Hello Y/N, it's nice to finally meet you. Please come in, Alfred our butler is preparing a meal for us, but I should let you know we have a guest" he points out and you just nod, following him inside the mansion.

when passing through the dining room door you notice 5 pairs of eyes on you, and recognize the first with surprise;

"Kon you bastard, you could have given me a ride, flying is tiresome" you clap him on the shoulder, and of course the boy feels pain, you've inherited your father's powers in full and even the skills/training of an Amazon

"Ouch, I didn't even know you were coming here and I get tired too, Jon had to fly me in, believe me when I say it's pretty embarrassing to be on your 8 year old brother's lap"

the others just watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow, Jason was completely enchanted by her beauty and was sure he was dating Conner, he never liked the boy after all;

Dick had the biggest charming smile, he had a sense of who his parents were and we all know he has a CLIFF for tall women;

Tim was working and so he barely paid attention, while Damian just ignored the situation going straight to the point that everyone wanted to know: "Who the hell are you?"

"Dami! Don't be rude!" Dick mutters to the boy as Jason slaps the younger one on the neck saying "Shut up brat, leave the girl alone"

you look at the interaction, completely embarrassed that you forgot to introduce yourself, but then snap back into your dominant posture to wave to the boys;

"I'm Y/N Prince Kent, but you can call me Y/N" You say smiling and soon you notice the gears in each one's head trying to put the pieces together but then it helps "yes, I'm their daughter and you didn't know nothing because I was raised on the island where my mother spent most of her life" a chorus of Ah's was heard and the eldest soon came to give him a hug, he just didn't expect he would get a headlock;

"By Hera, sorry, sorry" you release him red with embarrassment "we were taught not to let men touch us without permission"

Dick is embarrassed apologizing to you while Jason and the others started laughing on account of their brother;

"It was my mistake, but I must introduce myself better, I'm Dick, the best vigilante here, the-" "Nightwing" you cut him off to smile "I love what you do, however you're not my favorite"

He soon raises an eyebrow "so who should it be" and you just point a finger at Jason and Damian who are smug on the couch "I really like Robin a lot but Red Hood is what really does justice for lost lives, I appreciate the change that he does it for the good of the city, and the other day I found him feeding stray kittens with Robin, it was just adorable" the two cited are red in the face but quickly hide;

after that interaction, you and Jason took your numbers and became extremely close, it was painfully obvious that you both liked each other;

Jay was the one who couldn't take the tension between you any longer and decided to take her to a special coffee shop in her old neighborhood to ask her out on a date, which you happily accepted;

going to your 2 years of dating, you just accepted that the apartment you started sharing with your boyfriend would be shared with 5 more people Dick, Tim and Damian, who would come after patrols to eat and rest (they actually love you and want stick around), Kon who loves to bother Jason and Roy who lives to call you sister-in-law and see you daily;

you didn't mind having so many people in the house, it was nice to have something buzzing especially after taking up your mantle in Justice League as Wonderfall, going up against Jay, your mom and dad who steadfastly disapproved of you getting involved in that world. After weeks of arguing they decided you were too stubborn to try to change your mind, so they accepted. Bruce knew from the start that you were a lost cause, so he trained you for months to be able to handle anything, even without your powers;

your relationship with Jason would be comical to say the least, I imagine him being a huggable bear and not wanting to get up in the morning, until you use your laser to burn off a piece of your clothing, where he usually drops a smart line like "if you wanted me naked, it was just asking for babygirl";

it's in this line that he usually gets a sex strike, since you were deathly late for work;

B gave you a position at Wayne Enterprise, where you'd be with Tim to help the workaholic kid, and he pays handsomely;

anyway, as much as sometimes your lives are crazy, you would be happy to have each other;

enough of this cheesy shit, if you want a part 2 vote, comment and reblog!

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jaybird #damian wayne #dc #dick grayson #tim drake #batfam x reader #jason todd

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