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thegnomelord · 4 months

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You ever hear the gross stories about people putting peanut butter on their junk and having a dog lick it off? This sounds bad but stay with me here, imagine it's marakov doing this with hound. Like it's a humiliation thing to break hound down or something and drive it into his head that he's no better than an actual dog. Marakov starving hound for awhile so he's famished and then pulling the peanut butter out. If hound wants to eat then the only food he can have will be the peanut butter he'll have to lick off marakovs cock.

Oh fuck that is disgusting and SOOO something Makarov would do. So here's a lil ficlet cause you got my brain going Brrrr

CW:NSFW, MDNI, Makarov x male reader, blowjob, peanutbutter food sex, toxic relationship, dom/sub dub-con, rough and quick, I дворняга - mongrel, mutt есть - eat, нет - no.

Rough fingers grip your jaw until it hurts, Makarov's thumb pressing down on your tongue to keep it flush with the bottom of your mouth. Drool and a bit of blood run down your chin, a small puddle already forming between your folded knees. The fingers on of his other hand wiggle your canine, uncaring of how your jaw trembles in an attempt not to bite him.

"Poor дворняга," Makarov chuckles, "Not liking your new teeth?"

Your 'new' teeth hurt like hell and that's saying something, gums around them still raw and irritated, knives stabbing at your entire jaw and down your throat whenever he wiggles the tooth even slightly. But you can't show that, don't bite the hand that feeds. So you swallow the sound of pain bubbling in your chest and shake your head as much as he allows you to do so.

You can see his smirk past the tears blurring your vision. "Good dog." He chuckles, pulling his fingers from your mouth to pat your head. "You must be hungry."

You are. Starving. You can't remember the last time you've been fed, probably before Makarov had your canines ripped from your mouth and replaced with metal, but the constant pain buzzing in your body makes it hard to keep track as the days blur together. You wordlessly nod your head, knowing better than to speak when he hasn't given you permission yet (you doubt you even could with how much your jaw hurts.)

Makarov leans back on your bunk, letting go of your jaw to fiddle with the jar of peanut butter. Unscrewing the lid he dips his pointer finder in and scoops up a big dollop of it. He holds it out for you, resting the back of his finger on your tongue. "Есть." He orders, tone leaving no room for arguing and you're quick to close your lips around his finger, tongue moving to lick it clean and trying to avoid nudging your teeth.

You've always hated the stuff since Price got you to try some when you were in America, the taste and texture making your skin crawl, but right now it may as well be ichor of the gods. Your stomach rumbles at finally being able to devour something, even if it's just a small scoop of peanut butter.

You open your mouth when you're done, spit clinging to Makarov's finger, and try your best to make a small whine. "Good, finally learning." He hums and sets the jaw down, unbuckling his belt.

Your heart stutters and drops to your stomach as you watch Makarov fish his half hard cock from his boxers, only needing a few strokes to get him fully erect. Makarov laughs at the face you make when he scoops up a good amount of the peanut butter and uses it like lube on his cock.

"Oh, did you think you would just get to eat?" He snorts, holding the base of his cock, "Нет, нет, нет you dumb mutt." He spreads his legs wider, patting his thigh. "You'll have to work for it, now есть."

You hesitate, some meager part of your pride absolutely unwilling, your stomach telling you to forget about that. Makarov waits, judgmental eyes locked on you, easily able to see the turmoil swirling in your eyes. He knows how to be patient, while he usually wouldn't tolerate disobedience, he knows he can't set up a hunting dog for failure and expect success so soon into your training.

His efforts bear fruit and you slowly shuffle forward on your knees. Even starved as you are, the wide span of your shoulders still forces his legs to spread wider. You hesitate some more, looking past his cock up at him, wondering if he really wants you to do this; is this a reward or just another way to tear you down?

"Do not make me repeat myself." He says, voice even and cool, but you're still perceptive enough to notice the sharp edge of danger in his tone, like a knife pressed into your throat.

Tentatively you lean in, fists clenching against your thighs as your tongue lolls out to hesitantly lick at his shaft. He doesn't rush you, doesn't degrade you, but his hand does settle on the back of your skull. You freeze, but he only hums, "Good dog." His hips twitch until his shaft bumps against your nose.

The hand on your head keeps you from pulling away, and your hunger soon wins out so you give a few experimental kitten licks. You start at the bottom, still uneasy about this, your tongue licking across his knuckles. Makarov purrs something in Russian you're not familiar with, his tone not sweet enough to make you think it's an insult, so you slowly continue up his shaft.

His precum mixes with the peanut butter, giving it a saltier tang that makes disgust curl in your stomach, humiliation making your face burn. Even your mind mocks you; Price's voice echoes somewhere in your ears "This is why we left you, you were just waiting for a chance to be a terrorist's whore." but that voice slowly gets quieter as Makarov's hand pets your head, making thinking about anything but the creamy peanut butter on your tongue difficult.

"Good dog, doing so well for me." Makarov hums, a pleased sound escaping his chest. The pleasure your mouth brings is miniscule compared to the sight of you - on your knees, eyes slowly closing as your malleable mind settles into static, drool smeared lips wrapping around his head to suck all the food your tongue missed - oh it's something else. He's seen many powerful men brought down to their knees, but nothing has ever made him harder than you right now.

You pop off his cockhead, chest frantically moving to draw breath, unfocused eyes staring at his drooling head before you look up. "Now wasn't that a good treat?" He asks, receiving your mumble in return, using your spaced out mind to smear more peanut butter on his head. "But you missed a spot. Go on, есть."

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #hound-reader #good dog fic #vladimir makarov #vladimir makarov x reader #vladimir makarov x male reader #x male reader #cod modern warfare #trinkets of the hoard #tw toxic relationship #Makarov is his own warning #don't do this at home #call of duty makarov #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare

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rogueddie · 8 months

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Never- unless it's with you T | 696 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is being seen and known

Steve hates how bright it gets, how much it irritates his eyes, how it has always made his skin crawl with discomfort. He especially hates how weird people look at him when he tries to wear his sunglasses inside, or in the colder months.

But it's so bright. The sun always finds a way to shine in his eyes, but lightbulbs aren't any better. The sharp blue lights are like knives sticking into his eyes and the warmer yellow lights, though better, quickly build into an uncomfortable pressure.

Robin is the first to pick up on his 'issue'. She makes sure to keep the lights off, even buys candles and fairy lights with dull, soft lights.

If he's having a worse day, the lights getting so bright that sound starts to overwhelm him, she drags him home with her so they can crawl under her bed and relax.

He feels more than lucky to have that much. Having Robin in his corner is not only enough, it's a blessing.

So, when Eddie starts to do little things to help, he feels like he's going to explode.

"I don't see how it's different," Robin says.

"Because it is! He's so- and you're not- but- I'm... fuck!" Steve flops onto his bed, next to Robin, pressing both hands over his eyes. "I don't even know if it's good or not."

"Have you tried, I don't know, talking to him?"

"And how do you think that will go? I want him to like me, not think I'm weird."

"You're not that weird and- well, even if you are, he's weird! He likes weird people and even weirder things! That's his whole schtick!"

"But what if he looks for something different in partners? Like... something more relatable?"

"We are still talking about Eddie, right?"

"Shut up."

"Seriously, Steve, think. You've been on, what, four dates now, right? Do you really think he cares if you're a little weird?"

He doesn't answer her. They both know that Eddie wouldn't care, and Steve doesn't have the words to explain why its different yet.

But, as always, Robin is right.

It takes him a month to slowly realize that, not only is she right that Eddie wouldn't care if he knew, he already does.

Steve had started to pay attention to little things Eddie does so he would know what to expect if he were to start opening up about the weirder things about him.

But instead he found himself noticing how much Eddie already goes out of his way to make Steve comfortable.

It's like he has a sixth sense for Steve's moods.

He doesn't even need to do more than greet Steve to know when it's a quiet day, barely stuttering over his plans- ones that, now that he's looking, Steve can tell are last minute changes.

He always seems to know when Steve needs to be touched, or when the idea of certain things touching him makes his skin crawl.

He always waits until they're settled before bringing up things like his guitar- deflating slightly on days when it would be too much, when he's realized that and subsequently doesn't bother asking.

He uses one of the fridge drawers specifically for food that Steve finds comforting, and has little stickers on food with textures he hates.

He has a specific mug that only Steve uses now, that is always made at a specific time, no matter what, so there's always something consistent and routine for him to latch onto.

Eddie already knows him, Steve realizes.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Steve manages to say, choking on the affection bubbling in his chest.

"Mm, not nearly enough," Eddie whispers, smiling softly. "But it's ok. I know you love me as much as I love you."

"I do, I really do. You're amazing, Ed. I love you so much."

"What's brought this on, sweetheart?"

"I just... you see me."

"I do. It's why I love you so much. There's so much to you that... I don't know, I could do this forever. Just- learning all the little things that make you tick. That's my happy ever after."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm

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oscar-wilde-thing · 11 months

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Four years ago I sat in a psychiatrist's office. I was explaining why a certain Cognitive Behavioral Therapy technique felt impossible.

"If I don't think I know how a social interaction is going to work out, if I don't know the pattern, I can't do it."

The Dr nodded, and we moved on.

A few sessions later, she said she didn't think she could work with me anymore.

Great, I thought to myself. I'm being dumped by my therapist.

"I don't think I can work with you, because I think you're autistic."

I literally felt my world shift underneath me.

She explained more, about social interactions, about hyper sensitivity, about pattern recognition and anxiety and early-life academic achievement. I did end up stopping treatment with her, I don't really remember why. But I held that suggestion in my head.

The end of 2019 was rocky- working retail around the holidays is its own special hell, and my grandmother died in December of that year.

Then 2020 happened. COVID and isolation and protests and my workplace unionizing. Through all of that I was reading, and watching videos, and researching. About how autism and neurodivergency presents differently in girls and AFAB people. How the research is incredibly outdated and mostly focused on white, middle class boys. How getting a diagnosis as an adult, let alone an AFAB adult, is a fight.

I kept trucking along, learning new ways to cope. Figuring out that sometimes what I had thought were anxiety attacks was actually sensory overload. That my penchant for spreadsheets and what I called my "encyclopedic nerd brain" were probably hyper fixations.

It took 4 years.

4 years, 8 more mental health professionals, a mental breakdown, a month in residential mental health care, and 5 more months in acute daily mental health care, but today, at 12:55PM, I was officially diagnosed with Autism.

I'm sitting here at my desk weeping because I'm both so happy and so angry. Happy that there's a reason I feel the way I feel, that there's a reason why the world seems so harsh, that there's a reason why I sometimes physically can't talk and a reason why certain foods and sounds and textures make me want to crawl out of my skin. But I'm also so angry that it took 26 years for anyone to see. That it took another 4 years for me to get any answers. That there are countless other little girls and adult AFABS like me out there who feel like they're doing everything they're supposed to but not getting what the world tells them they should be getting.

My life has changed. Or maybe it hasn't changed. Maybe a door has opened that had never been seen before.

I'm not sure how to wrap this up.

I just know that learning more about myself is rarely a bad thing. And now that I know this big piece of who I am, I'll be able to go forward and learn more ways to exist in this world as an autistic person.

#actually autistic #autism #autistic #mental health #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #autistic adult

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queensimp69 · 8 months

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Returning the favor 18+ Norman x Fem-reader

You were Norman's trusted nurse ever since he lost his wife and child. He let you live in the spare bedroom and paid you every other week and in return you helped him with day to day tasks and helped him with his dog. At first he was stand-offish and cold but over time he warmed up to you and became kinder, asking you small questions about your day. Once a month the two of you would sit on his couch and you'd let him use his hands to feel around your face and hair to get a rough idea of how you look. At first it was weird but then you started to understand as this was his way of understanding who was who. Today was one of those days, The two of you sat on his couch, slowly but surely he lifted his hand towards you. Taking his hand you guided him to your face, a small smile appeared on his face at this small but kind action. Slowly but surely he let his fingers graze against the soft skin of your face, his touch laced your cheeks and lips before he made his way to your hair, feeling the soft texture on his fingers. He let out a pleased hum before letting his touch fall down toward your neck, the sound of your breath softly hitching in surprise filled the quiet room as you felt his rough but gentle touch on your neck and airways. “Norman… What are you doing?” He just let out a huff before continuing what he was doing, Listening to the soft little whimpers and gasps that left your lips. It was like music to his ears and then finally he answered your question after what seemed like hours but was really just a few seconds. “I was to return all those nice gestures… Treating me like a normal human… let me repay you, My dear…” After you heard this you subconsciously bit your bottom lip, you always thought he was handsome but you never expected to have a chance with somebody like him.

Not to mention how he was around the same age as your own Dad!

You wanted to respond but you could only let out a desperate little whimper, he hummed at your reaction taking it as a yes. Quickly he let his touch go more downward as he touched and felt the curves of your breasts, feeling the soft fat in his hands. He grunted when he felt the fabric of your clothes blocking his access to your soft skin and warmth. You watched as he got disgruntled and quickly helped him by removing your sweater. Shivering at the feeling of the cold air hitting your chest and stomach causing your nipples to harden and poking against your tight bra. Grabbing his hands into yours, you guided his touch back onto your somewhat bare chest. He chuckled and hummed in approval at this before refocusing his attention onto your chest, the now warm and soft squishy feeling of your barely covered boobs on the palms of his hands made his cock switch in his sweatpants. After a few minutes he became more bold with his touches as followed the fabric of your bra, making his way to the clasps that held the bra together. Undoing the clasps he made quick work on throwing the undergarments on the floor before roughly cupping your breast, fondling and playing with them. This caught you off guard as his sudden rough movements, a long drawn out whimper escaped your lips as you shuffled around on the couch, desperately trying to escape his grasp only to fail as he effortlessly picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, placing you on the bed before crawling on top of you.

“Norman…Please stop teasing…” You whined as you pleaded with the blind man to stop his ruthless teasing, your thighs squishing together as your lower parts flooded with arousal. “Whatever you wish, My love…” He slowly but surely made his way down your hips and to your pants, with a quick tug he pulled both your pants and panties off before discarding them onto the bedroom floor. The cool bedroom air hit your glistening cunt causing you to tremble, Taking note of this Noram grabbed your chubby thighs and spread them wide open. A gasp left your lips as you watched him slide you to the edge of the bed before he got in between your legs, your thighs on either side of his head. Gently he rubbed your thighs and planted soft kisses on the inner fat of your legs, slowly but surely making his way closer to your inner core. Quickly you grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him closer as you moaned loudly, the feeling of his lips against your clit and folds sent pleasurable shivers through your body. Your thighs squished his head as you bucked your hips toward his mouth, the sounds of your desperate moans and squeals of pleasure were like music to his ears. His tongue lapped up any and all of your juices, he ate you out a like a starving man, humming and growing in pleasure as he tongue fucked you until you came all over his mouth and beard. You tried to squeeze your legs close but couldn’t because Norman never removed himself from in between your legs, being too lost in the sweet and addicting taste of your cum and arousal. Your throat became sore as you loudly moaned until you couldn’t no more.

You came 3 times on his tongue before he finally stopped tongue fucking you and removed himself from in between your legs. With tears of pleasure welling in your eyes you looked at him desperately, watching as he pulled down his gray sweatpants and boxers to reveal his hard, pre-cum dripping cock standing proud for you to see and Feel. Grabbing the base of his cock he alined his tip to your entrance, rubbing the tip against the folds of your cunt before finally pushing himself inside of your needy little pussy. A grunt left his lips as he felt your gummy walls sucking and clenching on his length. With a tight grip he held onto your hips as he waited for you to get used to his size and thickness, not even daring to hurt or discomfort you. After a minute you wrapped shaky arms around his neck and pulled him close, tightly holding onto him like he was going to disappear.

“P-Please move…” “Ngh…Alright, My dear…” Slowly but surely he gently thrust deeper inside of your cunt until he bottomed out inside of you. His cock throbbed at how tight you were, It’s been years since he’s done anything like this which only added to his determination to Repay you for all the stuff you have done for him. The soft sound of his hips gently slammed into yours as he slowly but surely fucked you into the matress, Your legs were around his waist as his head was in the crook of your neck, giving you soft kisses and hickeys. Whipstering soft praise into your ear as the both of you got lost in pleasure.

“T-That’s it, Honey~… You’re doing such a good job~…” “F-Fuck, you feel so amazing, Dear~…”

“That’s it, let yourself go on my cock~...”

2 hours passed before the two of you finished.

Cum leaked from your cunt and ass, as your juices covered his crotch.

The two of you laid in his messy bed, your bodies tangled together as you cuddled tiredly.

“Such a good girl…Let’s get you cleaned up then you can sleep…”

#norman nordstrom #norman nordstrom x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader #haven't done this in a while

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call-me-strega · 3 months

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How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: ch.3/5 of p.2

First, prev, next, lore, ao3

OK SO- I’ve been working on this for months and I was actually supposed to have it done like a month ago but my parents took me on the last minute vacation to another country to visit family and I didn’t have access to my laptop most of the time. But it’s okay bc the timing worked out! I wrote most of this on my phone actually and I’m posting it from there too so I hope the formatting isn’t weird. Our flight back is tonight and we’re in a different time zone so I really hope this is going up at the correct time. Anyways I tried to make this chapter longer so I hope it’s worth it. Thanks for sticking around to read this and I’ll let you start now.

-Strega p.s Happy 4th of July!

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Chapter description:

Danny and Jason comfort each other after a rough night, Jason teams up with Duke to stop a villain, and Jason spends the 4th of July with the Nightingales.

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Everything was hot. Someone was laughing. Someone was crying. It's all too loud but he can't hear a thing. It was so hot. He could taste the bitterness in the air. His face ached. It's too much. All the textures overwhelm him but he can’t feel a thing. It was too hot. All he can see is rows of black upon gray, but he can't really see anything at all. He couldn’t- he couldn’t breathe. His forehead was wet and sticky. Why was it wet and sticky? Why was it so goddamn hot?!

With a desperate gasp for air, Jason launched up into a sitting position on his bed. He supported his body with one hand and the other pushing back his white, sweat-soaked fringes out of his eyes. He sat there for a few moments, just panting, trying to regain some semblance of control over his breathing. He felt a warm sweat drip down his face and back. It made his skin crawl.

He looked around his dark room and then down at his messy sheets for a moment, before pulling off the blanket and flinging himself off the bed. He couldn't stand the idea of staying there a minute longer. Not right now.

He stalked out of his bedroom and into his living area. He didn't want to stay inside. The thought of being in an enclosed space right now gave him the hives, no matter how spacious the apartment might be. Even if it's bigger than a coffin. Even if it's smaller than a warehouse. He can't see the sky. He's closed in.

Instead, he pushes open his window and pulls himself out onto the fire escape. It's not particularly open, facing into an alley, but it offers privacy and is heaps better than being inside. He slumps down against the brick wall of the building, feet planted and knees bent. He looks up and takes a breath trying to calm himself. Even with all the smog and Gotham's perpetual cloud cover, Jason is grateful to see the sky. He half-wished it was a clear night so he could see the stars. The other half didn't. It didn't think he could handle seeing the stars peeking out through the smog. It would look too much like a night sky tainted with smoke and bad memories.

His mouth felt dry as he clenched and stretched his hands. He almost wished for a cigarette or a joint, (no he didn't, he didn't want to see the smoke, to feel the heat of the slow burn) but the thought made his lungs constrict and he felt bile rise in his throat. Instead, he alternated between closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths, and gazing at the lights and laundry lines. Even in the sticky city heat of a Gotham summer Jason shuddered from the cool night air.

Suddenly, he heard metal creaking and his eyes snapped open. His head jerked to the side where the sound had come from. A few feet away, on the adjacent fire escape, stood a figure slumped over the rail. They must have also sensed his presence because they turned to meet Jason's gaze.

Before him stood a haggard Danny Nightingale with dark circles under his eyes and a head of bed hair. He wore an old worn-out shirt for a band called Dumpty Humpty, and a pair of basketball shorts that came down to his knees. Faintly, Jason could make out a faded scar on his calf. (Not that Jason had been staring at his legs or anything!) Jason soon became aware of Danny's own eyes assessing him as well. He felt his face heat up and was grateful that he slept in sweats and a white tank tonight.

And the two of them stayed there for a while, on their fire escapes. Two souls in the haunted hours before morning, looking worse for wear, just staring at each other as the world continued on around them.

Then, Danny weakly gave Jason a wry grin and in a rough voice he said,

" Hey, neighbor."

" Hey," Jason replied hoarsely, with a small grin forming on his face. "Funny running into you here, huh?"

There was a brief pause where the two continued to stare at each other, suppressing the quickly growing urge to laugh.

Danny broke first.

" Pffffffft, you dork!"

The two of them burst out laughing and the atmosphere grew lighter. The ever-present smog and darkness seemed to lift and the shadows haunting them seemed to fade.

Danny bubbled up with giggles that rang in Jason’s ear like a familiar song coming on on the radio. Jason looked at him softly in quiet wonderment. Well, I guess that’s where Ellie got her laugh from.

Jason heaved himself off the ground and walked over to the railing closest to Danny, who was just coming down from his high. He leaned over, one arm on the railing and the other coming up to support his jaw. He gave Danny a tired smile.

“Hey,” he said once more.

“Hey yourself,” came Danny’s soft reply.

Then the two, now standing closer, took a moment to examine each other once more. Danny took note of Jason’s sweat and unsteadiness. Jason could now see that Danny’s hands shook lightly and were covered in faded, barely-there scars. They met each other’s eyes and both just felt like the other understood.

Tonight hadn’t been a good night for either of them. But they didn’t need to talk about it right now. No, for now the two could just bask in each others presence The air filling with a certain solidarity and what felt like a near-tangible sense of mutual comfort.

Jason turned away first, observing the way light and shadow danced across alley walls and how the clothes on clotheslines fluttered in the night breeze. Danny followed his gaze in suit, trying to identify what Jason saw out in the city.

“ Ya know for being such a hell-hole Gotham really does have a subtle beauty to it.”

Jason turned to look a Danny with mock offense.

“Hey! Gotham may be a hell-hole but it’s our hell-hole! Just ask any true Gothamite, the city has a way sinking itself into ya.”

Danny looked almost amused by this statement, but nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I think I kinda get it. It really sucked back home, but it was still home, ya know? And I agree, Gotham does have her ways of making you feel like she’s a part of you. We’ve only been here bout a month or so but I already feel like Ell and I are well on our way to become city slickers through and through.”

Jason chuckled, shaking his head and bringing his arm down to stand up straight. He decide to pursue the opening Danny had left.

“Speaking of Ell, she the reason your up so late?”

“Naw,” Danny’s smile grew a bit strained. “My little spitfire may have a lotta energy but the girl sleeps like the dead.” He grew a more subdued, looking down at his hands.

“Nah, this was something else.”

“Nightmare?” He probed gently.

Danny nodded.

Taking a breath, Jason said “Me too,” in a show of vulnerability that he found came surprisingly easy. Danny glanced at him sympathetically.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Kinda, but at the same time not really?”

Danny nodded as if he understood perfectly. Once more a comfortable silence overtook they began to shift closer. Even with the space between their fire escapes they felt impossibly close.

Danny interrupted the quiet with a light chuckle and Jason returned him a questioning glance. Danny shook his head,

“ Nothing I just think it’s kinda ironic we both came out to our fire escapes to escape our bad dreams.” He paused as his face clouded with confusion. “ Or at least I think it’s irony? Would you call it irony?”

“I think it might actually be symbolism but fuck if I know. I don’t have the mental capacity to figure which literary devices apply to our situation right now but remind me to come back to it later.”

Danny hummed in amusement before taking a deep breath.

“ I think I wanna talk about it.”

“Hmm?” Jason raised an eyebrow

“ I think I wanna talk about my dream.”

In a split second Jason makes a impulsive decision.

“Hold on,” he says, before climbing over the railing and extending his foot over to reach Danny’s fire escape.

“ What are you doing, ya maniac?!” Danny asked incredulously at Jason’s actions.

Jason stepped over onto the fire escape and shrugged as he walked over to Danny, “This felt like something I should be close for.”

The startled man seemed to loosen up and sunk to sit on the platform with his back to the railing. Jason joined him on the floor. They sat shoulder to shoulder, Danny staring at his trembling hand, and Jason, staring at him. Jason hand crept towards Danny’s, gentle taking it and interlacing the fingers.

Danny’s head swiveled to look at him and Jason returned him a gentle look and a squeezed his hand reassuringly. Faintly, the young man smiled and squeezed back. He took a deep breath and began.

" So you remember how you found my groceries in an alley the other day?”

Jason nodded.

“ Yeah well, the reason I left them there was because some mugger tried to kidnap Ellie. I ditched the groceries to grab her and get home.”

“ You did a smart thing,” Jason continued to nod as if he didn’t already know exactly what happened that day.

“ Mm I don’t doubt that, Ellie’s safety will always be my first priority. But the whole thing kinda brought up old fear. Some old … memories.”

A distant look grew on his face and Jason’s heart burned with sadness and anger for his friend.

“ The dream started out back in that alley. I had just pulled Ellie back into my arms but when I turned around it wasn’t the mugger standing there. It was Vlad.” Danny’s breath staggered before he continued.

“He started saying stuff about taking Ellie back since he’s the one who made her. The one who had wanted her originally, never mind that he’d lost interest after realizing she was a girl and not his perfect son. But he kept saying things about how he had more life experience and was better equipped to raise her. How he’d be able to do better than me and provide more for her. And for me, if I let him. I hated it. I hated him for leveraging his age and wealth to try to get into our lives again. I didn’t have many reservations about punching him in the face about it either.”

Danny tightened his grip around Jason’s hand. He squeezed back in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.

“I turned to leave but at the mouth the alley was a van. And not one of those stereotypical white vans they warn you kidnappers use. No. No, it was my parents’ van. They slid open the door and and I felt like I couldn’t move. I looked down and Ellie was gone. They-” the words started getting choked up in his throat. His eyes becoming glassy as he fought with his next words.

“ They wanted to take her too. They said they still loved me even though I was different and that they could fix me.” His voice grew frantic and shaky. “They thought they could ‘fix me’ but that Ellie’s existence was unnatural. That it’d be better if they took her and tried to raise in a ‘normal’ environment, especially if she showed signs of being unnatural too!”

Danny turned his face into Jason’s shoulder, trying to fight back tears.

“ And I know they don’t actually think like that- that I need to be fixed, at least not anymore. But, the idea that they’d try to take her from me? Raise her better than I could? It tore me up inside. How could they want to raise her when the barely raised me and my sister? When my sister raised me more than they did? How could I trust them not to get her involved in experiments when they still store chemical samples the same fridge as our food? How could I trust them when I told them I didn’t want to be around Vlad and they still let him into our house? Because ‘We’ve know good ol’ Vladdie since college! Nothing to worry about with him!’ even though I told them I-!”

He paused trying to catch his breath. Jason lifted his other arm to wrap around the crying young man, tucking him under his chin. Danny shifted, now shuddering into his chest. Jason could feel the Pits ignite a fire in soul. His blood boiled and a voice cried out for blood in recompense for his friend’s pain.

‘What type of shitty parents-! No. Later’ he tried to reign in the voice. ‘Being here for him now is more important.’ He held the other even closer.

Finally, Danny calmed himself enough to continue, “ I know they don’t think that now. I know that they love me and, and Ellie too- and I still love them too and I know that they want to be better. But they just don’t get it. That there’s a lot of reasons I don’t want to be around them anymore. Reasons I don’t bring Ellie around if I can help it. Even though it was just a dream I couldn’t handle the idea that they- that anyone might try to take Ellie from me.”

Jason tilted his head slightly to press a soft, comforting, kiss on the top of Danny’s head. He rubbed small circles on his back and murmured gently in his ear,

“It’s okay Danny. It’s okay to be mad and upset and scared. From the sounds of it you have ever right to be. It’s okay for you to worry. I have a friend ya know. He’s a recovered addict, started getting extra serious about staying sober when his ex dropped a daughter off on his doorstep because he was worried at every turn that if he slipped up or relapsed someone would take her away. I know that it’s not the same but I think every parent is entitled to worrying over losing their kid. And it sounds like your own parents haven’t done you too many favors in minimizing the worry. But you don’t have to hold yourself back from being afraid. You’re allowed to be afraid, or upset or whatever else you might be feeling.”

He finally let go of Danny’s hand in order to hold him properly, once again shifting their positions. Now, they sat perpendicularly, with Danny partway into his lap, pressed against his chest. After a while Danny wiped his tears, whispering out a thanks to Jason and allowed himself to be comforted.

They sat in delicate silence until Jason finally worked up the nerve to speak.

“So you probably know who I am right?”

Danny lifted his head from Jason’s chest to give him a confused eyebrow raise. “Yeah I think I’d know whose lap I’m on right now?”

“Not like that,” Jason blushed. “ I mean since you asked about volunteering you must know who I am in a larger context right?”

“ You mean do I know you’re beloved Gotham celebrity and non-profit worker: Jason Todd-Wayne? Because I do. I did research this city before moving here, believe it or not. Actually I remember seeing a bunch of articles about how one of Gotham’s beloved sons had returned home with your picture around that time?”

Jason touched the back of his neck, glancing away in embarrassment.

“Uh yeah that, so you’ve probably hear about my- uuh, ‘resurrection’, huh?”

Danny’s expression sobered up. His eyes darkened and his voice got all quiet, likely due to the serious nature of the discussion.

“Yeah, I did. The media claimed you had been in a kidnapping turned terrorist attack slash hostage situation? And that you had managed to survive and were taken in by family who help you recover and reconnect with your dad once you were ready?” Danny recounted the cover story they’d given to the public. There was something in his tone that made Jason think there was more he wasn’t mentioning but it was likely all speculation or more sensitive details.

“Was-… was that what your dream was about?”

Jason bowed his head into Danny’s shoulder, not having it in him to say it to his face.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “It was.”

“Oh.”

Now it was Danny’s turn to hold Jason tight, one arm one his back and the other coming up to pet his hair, gently pressing the larger man further into his shoulder. It felt like something cracked open inside him. Suddenly, words came tumbling out before he could even think about them.

“ I was back in that warehouse. Laying on the ground, injured. I could hear someone crying. And- *gulp* -and his laughter before the explosion. It was … so hot. And when I woke up I couldn’t stand the thought of being trapped inside. The same way I was trapped … during some of the worst moments of my life. And I know I’m not there anymore but I’m still terrified by the memory! Sometimes I still get scared the man who took me the first time will find me again and I just-!”

He choked on a sob as Danny held him even tighter, as if trying to melt him into his skin.

“I just hated feeling that way so much!” He whimpered.

“It’s okay Jay, I’m here big guy. You can let it out.”

And for the first time in a long while Jason allowed himself to cry freely, sobbing into his neighbor’s shoulder. Danny continued to stroke his hair, rocking gentle as one would when comforting a child. But maybe that sort of gentleness was what Jason needed.

Once he heard Jason’s sobs subside Danny took a deep breath and spoke.

“You know what?”

“What?” Jason asked lifting his head to gaze into Danny’s icy blue eyes.

“I’m kinda glad I ended up out here tonight. I mean the nightmare sucked but at least I got to be here for you.” He smiled softly, “I’m in your corner if you ever need me.”

Jason couldn’t help the soft smile that worked it’s way onto his face.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll be there if you ever need help, with anything: Ellie, Vlad, your parents, your groceries.”

Danny giggled at that last part, knowing Jason was sincere. With a sigh he rested his cheek on Jason’s chest. Jason reach down to hold his hand again and the two enjoyed the feeling of holding someone who held them back.

With a sigh, Danny lifted his gaze from their hands to Jason’s face. Jason gave him a closed-mouth smile, his eyes asking if something was wrong.

“It’s the 4th of July in a few days.” He stated.

“Yes, it is.” Jason said back.

“If it’s not too short notice, Ellie and I would love to have you over again. We were gonna have barbecue and ice cream and then come out here and see if we could catch the fireworks. She’d love it if you could join us, and … and, well I would too.”

Jason swore Danny was looking at him with the biggest, roundest, most earnest eyes he’d ever seen, save for his daughter’s.

“ I’ll be there.”

Danny flushed at his quick response.

“Don’t wanna check your schedule first?”

“Doesn’t matter. I didn’t have anything else planned so I’ll do my best to be there.” He made sure the shorter man’s eyes met his as he said his next words. “Besides, I like spending time with the two of you too.”

‘His ears are pink, he’s just adorable.’ He thought to himself as Danny seemed brighten in a shy glow. He shifted in Jason’s lap, probably getting ready to get up when he did something that cause Jason to blue screen.

Danny tilted his head up planting a quick peck on his cheek before squeaking out a “see you then” and fleeing back into his apartment, leaving a wide-eyed Jason on the floor of his fire escape.

Jason sat there stunned, before a furious blush over took his face and decided to hurry back into his own apartment. The voice in his head came back to give its routine comments: ‘His lips are so soft, the stuff of dreams’

He somehow managed to blush even more violently. ‘Damn it’ he thought, shoving his head under his pillow, unable to tell whether he actually wanted to dream about Danny’s lips or not. ‘It’s actually embarrassing how worked I’m getting over a fleeting kiss on the cheek from a friend.’

~Bzzt~ “Calling for back up! Firefly decided to start his annual firework show early this year!” ~Bzzt~ Signal called through the emergency comms.

Jason cursed his luck, of course Firefly would attack just as he got off work! Now he might be late to dinner! He sighed and tried to look on the bright-side: If they dealt with this now that meant it was less likely for any of the other rouges to try anything later. Then, the comm crackled back to life.

~Bzzt~ “I could have got him by now but he keeps lightin’ more shit on fire! By the time I get the first fires under control and punch him in the face, he’s started 20 more! Normally I’d be able to handle it, but there’s a lot of civilians around right now and fires take priority. I just need someone to help me keep the guy down long enough to make the arrest.” ~Bzzt~

Jason started ducking through alleys trying to get to his near safe house in order to grab his gear. Hey called back to Duke over the comms.

“Signal, heard! I just got off work. See if you can herd him towards the Alley. It’ll give the Red Hood an excuse to show up and beat the shit outa him while you make sure nothing actually gets damaged. I’m heading to the safe house near the Catherine Johnson Rec Center. Try to get him at least two blocks away!”

~Bzzt~ “Heard!” ~Bzzt~

Jason tossed the comm to the side and started strapping into his body armor. He started fastening his helmet when felt something in the air change. Then the comms buzzed to life once more.

~Bzzt~ “Hood, I’ve got Firefly coming your way! He’s heading up Delancy Ave.!” ~Bzzt~

Hood readied his grapple on shot.

“Good, keep him there! I’ll see you in 5, Narrows!”

~Bzzt~ “On it! I’ll be waiting Alley!” ~Bzzt~

Jason swung through the rooftops, heading in the direction of the fires that kept spontaneously appearing and subsequently being extinguished.

When he arrived Hood found Signal split between stopping fires and engaging Firefly in combat. The madman was so absorbed in antagonizing Signal that he hadn’t noticed Hood’s approach. Signal was handling him pretty well but being unable to focus solely on the villain lowered his efficiency. Jason’s mind wandered back to his friend, who had wanted to see him tonight, and decided he’d end this quickly.

You see for all his bulk and bullheadedness Jason was still a highly trained and intelligent individual. Maintaining the element of surprise he approached in the shadows silently looking down from his perch on an adjacent building. He made subtle gestures for Signal to move the guy into place, which he returned with the slightest of nods. Signal moved Firefly over to the side of the building closest to Jason’s position. Jason got ready took make use of his high ground, tapping into what he learned from Dick.

With a deep breath Jason runs up and launches himself into a triple forward somersault, building up power and momentum. In midair he took account of his bearings, aiming his feet at Firefly’s back.

Firefly goes down like he’s been hit by a semi.

“AND THATS WHY YOU STAY OUTA THE ALLEY FUCKER!” Jason shouts, crouching over the rouge who was quickly losing consciousness. Even though it’d been his plan to lure him here Jason was still protective of what was his. And Crime Alley? Crime Alley was his territory.

He stands up and gives Signal a celebratory high five.

“Nice going, ya tank! I thought he’d never go down!”

“No problem, Dayshift! Nice work handling him, you’d have gotten him eventually. I just sped up the process.”

“Thanks Hood, I ‘preciate it.”

“Soooo, you good here oorrr…?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Get outa here before the cops show up and arrest you,” Signal dismissed him.

Jason gave him a quick, two-finger salute before running off to change before he was late to dinner.

Jason arrives at the Nightingales’ red faced and out of breath. His hair is a windswept mess and his clothes slightly messy from his quick change. He knocks on the door desperately trying to tame his hair and adjust his t-shirt and jeans.

Jason feels a burst of cool air as the door opens and he’s greeted by a smiling Danny and a surprised Ellie. He smiles at the two but Danny speaks before he’s got the chance.

“ Surprise! It’s Jason!” He says with some mild jazz hands.

To which seem to Ellie explode in glee. Jason swears she’s vibrating with how fast she’s bouncing.

“The secret surprise guest was Mr. Jason! Awesome!”

And just like that there is small child attached to his leg. He looks down at her, then up at Danny, who’s holding in laughter, then back at Ellie. Then he bursts out laughing. He bends down down to scoop the young girl up into his arms and she lets out a small “whoa!” Jason follows Danny into the apartment, Ellie resting on his hip.

“It’s nice to see you to princess!”

“Mr. Jason! You’re not wearing any red!”

“Huh?”

He looks down to see the young girl scrutinizing his plain white shirt and blue jeans and looks questioningly at Danny. The young man takes pity on him and explains.

“Ellie really wanted to wear red, white and blue for the 4th of July,” gesturing to his own outfit: a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt with a logo for a band called Fifth World Raga, and a lightweight red flannel wit the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“That’s right! I have a white skirt and socks, and a blue top and tiara, and my cardigan, my sneakers and beanie are all red!” She showed off. Then she pointed at Jason.

“You’ve gotta white shirt and blue jeans but no red!” Then she gasped, “Oooooh! I have an idea! Wait here!” She said, scrambling off to her room.

Jason looked at Danny who smiled and shrugged helplessly in a “eh, whadda ya gonna do” sort a fashion. To which Jason just huffed in amusement.

That’s when Ellie rushed back in, holding something behind her back. She patted Jason’s thigh indicating for him to bend down, to which he obliged by crouching down to her level.

“Close your eyes!”

Jason shut his eyes. He felt something being placed around his neck and on his head.

“Open them!”

Jason found himself looking into a small purple hand held mirror. Ellie had placed a cheap red-beaded party necklace around his neck and a silver tiara with red gems on his head, one to match her own silver and blue one.

“I have lotsa tiaras so you can borrow this one so that you can have red! And you can even keep the necklace!”

Jason’s internal monologue nearly burst into tears. ‘She’s an angel! She’s bestowed such a wonderful gift Must. Protect. At All Costs!’

He heard Danny burst into laughter but focused his attention on the grinning girl in front of him.

“Thank you so much Princess! I love it! Just what I needed! I’m honored to receive such a thoughtful gift!

“Yeah Ellie, it looks great on him!” Danny chimed in between chuckles.

“That’s great daddy b’cause I found a white one for you! Now we can all match!”

Danny stopped laughing and Jason returned him a wicked grin.

“Yeah, your highness! We can all match! Besides, what’s a king without his crown!”

Danny sighed, placing the tiara on his head.

“Thanks Ell, I love it.”

“Your welcome daddy!”

“Alright, now go wash your hands for dinner!”

“Okay!”

And the girl scurried off to wash her hands. Jason grinned at the interaction. He waited till the girl was gone before turning to Danny.

“Looking good your highness,” he teased.

“Oh, hush you!” Danny flushed. “Come help me set the table. It’s not a traditional barbecue but I made some chili, hotdogs, veggie skewers, and some coleslaw. We’ve also got fruit salad and some soda pop in the fridge. Ellie wanted to do a homemade version of chili dogs and I had to insist on some fruits and veggies in there. Ancients knows she needs her nutrients! If you could be a dear and grab some plates off the drying rack that’d be great!”

“Of course, your highness! You had me at chili,” Jason said following Danny into the kitchen.

Later that evening after finishing up with dinner. Danny herded them all onto the fire escape with some frozen treats. Ellie had drumstick ice cream cone, Jason an ice cream bar, and Danny an orange popsicle.

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to see the fireworks from here but fingers crossed we do. Just don’t be too disappointed if you can’t see them alright Ell?” Danny told his daughter.

“It’s okay daddy! Even if I don’t see the fireworks I still have you and Mr. Jason and my ice cream!”

Jason and Danny looked at each other sharing the same thoughts: ‘She’s so precious!!!!’

Then the tell tale boom of fireworks started and the trio turned their attention to the sky. A streak of red danced across the sky before it burst into a shower of ruby colored sparks. Then came gold, and green and blue and white. One after another in a barrage of sound and color. And they were just able to see it above the end of the alley.

Ellie let out an awed “Whooooaaaa” as she watched the colors dance across the sky. She turned back to her dad tugging on his sleeve and point up at the sky. He chuckled, picking her up to give her a better view pointing at the sky with her saying, “Look at that one!”

It was near enough to make Jason’s own heart burst.

“Beautiful.”

“I know right!” Danny said, glancing back at him, talking about the fireworks. Silently, Jason thought about the way both of the Nightingales’ glossy black hair reflected the fireworks colors in their sheen.

Then Danny turned to hand his phone to Jason.

“Would you mind taking a picture of us?” He asked. “I never had many growing up and I want this to be something she’ll remember.” Looking back down at the child on his hip.

“Of course I can,” he said, taking the phone in his hand. “Smile!”

Jason looked down at the photo he snapped when he saw something that made his heart stall. It was a good photo, both Danny and Ellie smiling at the camera while the remains of a fireworks fell behind them in a shower of fading light. What stopped him in his tracks was the soft look on his own reflection in the window of the apartment staring at Danny and Ellie.

And he realized, ‘Oh. I like Danny’

And he doesn’t know when he zoned out and missed Danny taking his phone back, but he zones right back in when two arms are thrown over his shoulders and suddenly he’s in a selfie sandwich. Both Nightingales press close, Ellie throwing up a peace sign while Danny snaps the photo.

The two laugh at his startled face and he can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him.

“Hey! I wanna redo!”

That night Jason tosses and turns in bed while his brain replays images of Danny: his smile, his lips, his laugh, the way he licks an ice pop. If he hadn’t realized earlier then he definitely knows now.

Jason Todd has an undeniable, unequivocal crush on Daniel Nightingale.

~~~ I tried with that fight scene but I don’t have a lotta experience there. I know this is a fluff fic so sorry to angst you but it’s necessary for hurt/comfort. Have some “Jason accepts his feelings” to make up for it. Sorry if it’s too clunky or dialogue heavy. I’m open to constructive criticism so let me know what you think.

Fifth World Raga is a real band in the DCU their a rock band and their music is described as quote “spiritual in nature” so I feel like it fit Danny’s vibe.

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a-living-canvas · 2 months

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Hi there, love your writing!! I don’t know if your taking requests, but if you are I would love if you could do a wumpee left alone for a really long time, maybe they misbehaved, or wumper needed a break, so wumper puts them in a room with everything they need, food, appliances, a bed, but no entertainment. And everything is controlled by wumper, food, lights, water, maybe even certain rooms. Maybe wumpee has separation anxiety on top of it all. And in the end wumpee is very touch starved. Sorry it’s so long, feel free to ignore this!

I tried :) I hope you like it <333

Sequoia

The door creaked open slowly. The familiar scent of cologne wafting in the air, flaring up Whumpee's nostrils almost immediately. He sat up from the small bed, his fingers rubbing his eyes shakily.

It's not from the lack of food, no, Whumper didn't leave him to starve by himself. But from the need to touch. To be touched, to be held.

Even if it's coming from the devil himself.

Whumper pushed the door close with his foot, eyeing Whumpee closely with a calm expression. Ah, how he missed him. He was so defiant before, kicking and thrashing and screaming. But now Whumpee looked…accepting.

Would you pull away from my touch again?

Would you lean in close to my embrace?

Whumper waited so long for that moment to come. That's why the punishment was needed, to make Whumpee crave him, like he's the aphrodisiac itself.

"Did you miss me?"

He asked gently, his gaze softening at the sight of Whumpee's poor state. Maybe he shouldn't leave him for so long next time. He walked towards the boy, satisfied when the boy didn't flinch nor backed away. Whumpee stayed still like he wanted.

Like a good boy.

Whumper crouched down in front of Whumpee. He made some distance so Whumpee couldn't reach him. Couldn't satisfy his aching feeling to touch another physical being. A part of Whumper wanted to give in, but he was having so much fun to stop at the moment.

Whumpee crawled slowly to Whumper, he wanted to curse at the chains for restricting his movement. Whumper held out his hand, waving it around randomly in the air as Whumpee's eyes followed obediently.

He stopped his hand right above his head, almost ruffling the soft hair before he grabbed a pair of gloves from his pocket. Whumper put the gloves on in front of Whumpee. He reached his hand forward once again, and this time he patted the other's head.

But Whumpee didn't look satisfied. The lack of warmth and the texture of skin drove him almost crazy. "M-master, please…"

"Oh? Are you begging me, Whumpee? You've never done that before."

Whumper kept patting his head, bringing his hand down to caress his cheek. "Isn't this enough? You never like being touched by me anyway. I just granted your wish."

"N-no, please…"

Whumper hummed, he took Whumpee's chin in between his fingers. He wanted to see how desperate the boy could be. "Please what?"

Whumpee mumbled incoherently, he couldn't bring himself to say it straight to Whumper. But he leaned in, oh so slowly to the thumb caressing his lips. He wanted—he needed more.

Whumper brushed his lips against Whumpee's earlobe, whispering softly, "You wouldn't tell me? Should I find it out myself?"

Whumpee let out a soft gasp, shivers running down his spine as Whumper's warm breath caressed his lobe. Whumper took off the gloves, tossing it aside before pulling away from Whumpee. The boy let out a pitiful whimper at the sudden lack of contact.

Whumper stood up and Whumpee immediately clung to his legs. "M-master…please…please don't leave me again…"

Tears were already dripping down his chin as he looked up at Whumper. His captor sighed but a hint of smile could be seen on his face. He caressed Whumpee's hair gently with the tip of his fingers.

"Are you going to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes…! Please…!" Whumpee sniffled. "Please…"

"Alright, alright."

Whumper opened the chain around Whumpee's ankles before pulling him into a tight hug. Whumpee relaxed almost immediately in his arms, his face nuzzling the crook of Whumper's neck. Whumper chuckled,

"So needy…so desperate…"

A firm hand rubbed his back up and down and Whumpee closed his eyes, sighing softly. He waited so long for this. He never knew he could feel so much comfort from—

"Now, you will let me do anything I want to you, yeah?"

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nocturnalazura · 8 months

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Bonnie to his Clyde

Dabi x FemReader

WC:1.2 k Warnings: Cursing, creampie. I think that's it.

Summary: Dabi took the fall for a crime you both commited, and you take every chance you can to come visit him. (And no this is not fully accurate to what a conjugal visit in a prison would be)

Shout out to @boosyboo9206 for being my forever beta reader and the reason my coma usage is correct.

Your foot taps anxiously as you listen to the corrections officer blather on about rules that you’ve heard a million times. You hated this. The cold walls, the half empty rooms, all of it. It’s your own fault you’re here. You fucked up the plan and he took the fall while you ran, and finally you’ll be able to set him free.

“Sign.” The officer grunts, holding a pen out.

Taking it, you sign just as told and step back. Handing the paper off, he stands and nods in the direction of the doors. Excitement bubbles within you as the bell sounds and the officer leads you through what can only be described as a small maze until you make it to the small trailer. He shoves open a door and nods for you to go in. Your face scrunches as you look around the little building. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. A different guard from earlier pushes the door open and leads Dabi in. He takes a moment to undo the cuffs and takes a step back to study the two of you.

Dabi gives him a bored look. “You gonna leave or stick around and watch?” You hold in your snicker as the guard's face twists in minor disgust.

“Watch it, inmate.” He snarls before slamming the door closed as he leaves.

As the door closes, you happily launch yourself into Dabi who easily catches you. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too, doll.” He leans down to kiss you deeply. His hands move along your lower back, pulling you tighter to his chest. “God, I really fucking missed you.”

He quickly lifts you and moves you two back towards the bed. Laying you down, he quickly settles himself over you. Bright blue eyes scan over the features of your face. His lust filled gaze has a softer hint to it as he leans down to kiss you again. You relish in the slight texture difference of his lips. The familiar slight smokey scent that follows him fills your senses and relaxes you.

Dabi’s hands make their way down your body, caressing your curves before they slip under your shirt to press against your soft skin. The warmth of his hands seeps into your skin turning you on faster than you’d like to admit. A breathy moan escapes you as he bites into your bottom lip.

“Dabi, please.” You manage to gasp out between kisses.

“Please what? Tell me what you want?”

“You, fuck, I want you.”

A shit eating grin creeps its way up his face as his eyes darken. “Yeah? You miss my cock, doll?”

“Yes, god, yes. Please, I’ve missed it so much.”

His grin shifts into something a little more pleased as he shifts up on his knees to pull his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his lithe figure, fingers reaching out to trace the outlines of his muscles as they move under scarred skin. Before you can move to appreciate the rest of him, Dabi makes quick work of pulling you up to work your shirt and bra off, tossing them off to the side somewhere. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip as he scoots back to rid you of your bottoms as well.

“Fuck, doll. Look so damn good.” He growls out while standing to rid himself of his own bottoms. Crawling back over you , he leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss as a hand slips between your legs. A low groan passes his lips as he feels how ready you are for him. “Such a good girl. You’re already ready for me.”

“Been ready since before I got here.”

Dabi grins down at you again before kissing you deeply and lining himself up with your soaked folds. He nips at your bottom lip as pushes in. You moan into the kiss as the feeling of being stretched washes over you.

Your nails bite into his shoulders as you struggle to breathe. “Move. Please move, Dabi.” He lets out a ragged breath as he pulls his hips back and slams back into you.

You choke on a moan as all the air is punched from your lungs with one thrust. Your hands scramble to grip onto him again as his hips move at feverish pace. Pleasure floods your body as his cock rubs against your walls, hitting all the right places with every move he makes. The heat radiating off his body wraps around you, giving you the perfect feeling of home. Your head falls back with a moan, giving him the perfect chance to leave hot open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Fucking amazing, doll. Missed having you wrapped around me.” He grunts into the soft skin of your neck.

“Missed having you in me.” You whisper breathlessly as you tighten around him.

Dabi moans as you tighten and quickly shoves a hand between the two of you to circle your clit quickly. “Cum for me.” He growls out before kissing you deeply to swallow your moans.

Your back bows, nails sinking deeply into his shoulder as every nerve in your body fires off at once as gush around his cock. His kiss does little to swallow the desperate moan that escapes you. His pace never falters as he works you through your high with rapid deep thrusts. His body feels overwhelmingly hot against you as he nears his own end. Finally, he breaks the kiss as his head moves to your shoulder, his teeth immediately sinking into your collar as he slams into you and floods you with hot ropes of cum.

His body slumps against you as he catches his breath. You loosen your grip on him and slowly rub his back. “You still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah just resting.” He mumbles against your neck. “Missed you.”

“You don’t have to miss me for much longer.” You whisper into his hair as you move your hands to take off the small stud earring you wore. You glance around the room and lift his head to speak quietly enough for only him to hear. “Take this. It’ll disable the quirk nullifiers and give you an opening. I’ll be waiting at the ridge after dark.” You turn his head and kiss him deeply.

“How’d you get this in?”

“Don’t ask questions. It was a lot of work but I managed. Think you can handle the rest?”

He grins widely at you. “Yeah, I’ve got it from here. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Good.” You whisper before kissing him deeply again, trying your best to soak up every minute you can get with him in case anything goes wrong.

The hours slowly creep by after you leave the prison. Darkness takes over the sky as you park your car and settle in to wait for him. Your fingers tap against the steering wheel as you glance over at the dashboard clock, anxiety eating at you slowly. Finally, there's a tap on your window. Without thinking you throw your door open, tears of relief running down your face as you see him in the soft moonlight that peeks out through the clouds. You quickly throw yourself into him, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

He catches you easily and holds you close. “Let’s get out of here, doll.” He whispers in your ear, a hint of smile in his voice.

#dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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mutual-monsters · 2 years

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implications

Pairing: Roommate!Joe x M!Reader (agab not specified)

TW: dubcon, dark-ish/yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, mention of masturbation (m), p in ✨ambiguous genital✨, creampie, slight praise, Joe is a major creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 777

A/N: A combination of two asks–

“Hi, happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoy it.

If you’d like, I’d love some Joe Goldberg smut, but only if you’re comfortable with writing it, of course. Honestly any plot I’ll love, but here’s a prompt if you’d like:

M!Reader catches Joe in their house, and confronts him. Joe tries to play it off, but reader doesn’t buy it. Something along the lines of “if you want me just say it” happens and, well, one thing leads to another.”

and

“I am dying for a smutty Joe Goldberg x reader fanfic, maybe where they've been friends for a long time and finally Joe gets what they both want? Thanks 🙂”

It was just supposed to be a quick trip– in and out and never seen, never heard. He just wanted to break in look around for a while and maybe take a few things make sure you were safe. It was so simplistic; be in, be around, and be out before you were back from work.

Only, he hadn’t factored in the possibility of you coming home early.

He had already looked through the dresser and under the bed when your car pulled into the driveway, but was too preoccupied with your laundry bin to hear the faint but audible click as the deadbolt unlocked. And, consequently, he was too busy shoving a pair of underwear into his bag to hear the sound of your feet padding gently down the carpeted hall, into your room and–

“Joe?” You ask, staring in amazement at your roommate as he rifles through your things, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

He stops, questioning if this is real, and then briefly berating himself before turning to you with a, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, no? Then, what is it? Because it looks like you’re stealing my boxers.”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him in here, just the first time you’d confronted him about it. You had known he had been breaking into your room, and you had definitely noticed the missing underwear, but never did you actually think you’d see him in action.

“No, no, no, no! I swear, I just– I lost a pair in the wash and I came in here to see if maybe one of mine got mixed in with yours…” He trails off.

“Joe,” You start, closing the gap between your bodies as you speak, “It’s not that I don’t understand why you would do all of this, but if you honestly wanted me, you could’ve just said something.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, still in a state of fight or flight. A long pause. You speak up again.

“These walls aren’t as thick as you think, Joe. I know you think of me when you fuck yourself.” A beat. “And I know you do it every night.”

His face, flushed red now, burns under the scrutiny of your words. Your eyes crawl over him, waiting for him to respond.

“I know you moan to my name to yourself when you think you’re being quiet.”

“I have not by any means meant to–”

“Do you have the blue ones? With the ducks? They went missing about two weeks ago and I’d really love to have them ba–”

His lips crash into yours, too preoccupied with the concept of finally touching, holding, possessing to care about formalities.

His hands move to fumble with your jeans, pulling them off, pushing you toward the bed. His pants, too, now, drop to the floor as you pull off your shirt, him following suit. He looks you over, fully acquainting himself with your naked form, gathering the words to say, before finally, “You are everything.”

A slight chuckle from your lips, “Maybe to you.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Parts of him still don’t believe that this could possibly be real.

“Of course.”

He pushes himself inside you, basking in the feeling, the texture of your skin, your smell. He waits a moment, lost in the feeling, before bringing himself back, compelled by your request for him to move.

He’s slow at first, acclimating to feeling. His eyes search for yours, with pupils blown out and full of adoration. He is in more than love, more than obsession, morethananywordintheEnglishlanguage and he needs you to know.

As he picks up the pace, his lips rush to your neck, desperate to mark you, to make you his, and then to your ear whispering, begging for you.

“Tell me you love me.”

You can barely get a word in before he speaks again.

“You don’t have to mean it, just– please.”

You don’t think, you just say it.

“I love you, Joe.”

This sets him ablaze, igniting a feral side of him.

“Again.” He demands.

And you do. “I love you”.

It’s enough for him to come undone, coating the inside of you with himself, claiming you, he tells himself. He stays in the moment, bringing you to your own edge, and then absorbing the feeling entirely.

He thinks, to himself, while still inside you, of what he’s just done, of what you’ve just done,

of the implications.

He looks down at you, again into your eyes, infatuated, and says, holding back a smartass grin– “I suppose I could give you those boxers back.”

#joe goldberg x reader #plus sized reader #male reader #joe goldberg x you #tw dubcon #tw stalking #joe goldberg smut #joe goldberg x male!reader #roommate!joe goldberg

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ekdarnellbooks · 6 months

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Eleanor has one last romp with her alien boyfriend before she votes whether to end humanity

Excerpt from Jury Duty

Pairing: male tentacled alien x female human

Tags: nsfw, 18+ only, tentacle smut, anal, triple penetration, creampie

Word count: 1060

“We should… probably get to the meeting room. I don’t want to miss the vote,” she said, only half joking, a flicker of arousal kindling in her core.

“The vote will wait for us,” he replied, glimmering eyes darkening.

His words ignited the pulse in her core, and she didn’t resist when he pushed her back to sit on the bed. With his usual gentleness, Enzi removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse, taking his time as he undressed her, drinking in every detail.

Eleanor ran her hands over his lower stomach and chest, her nipples hardening with the chill of the room and the arousal burning through her. His skin was smooth, yet textured, like pebbles in a creek. Almost as if he were wet, though he wasn’t. Tentacles ran up her legs, hiking her pencil skirt up as they teased her thighs with massages.

An idea popped into Eleanor’s head, inspired by the memory of Enzi filling her, the way he encompassed her so fully that she could forget everything. She pulled away from the Khureno, shimmied out of her skirt, removed her bra and underwear, then crawled onto the bed. Settled on all fours, she peered back at her alien lover, whose eyes were wide with the lust she knew burned through him as well, and bit her lip into a smile.

“I need you, Enzi,” Eleanor said, barely above a whisper.

The room buzzed with electricity. Enzi moved the food tray to the floor, respectable as always, then the bed creaked under his weight as he settled behind Eleanor. She kept her eyes on him as his clawed hands gripped her hips, tentacles causing shivers as they trailed down her spine.

“I need you too, Eleanor.” The words pleased her, just as much as the warm tentacles embracing her body, the solid grip at her waist. She needed to be filled, to be whole, to be one, knowing what would come next.

Eleanor jerked as a tentacle brushed across her entrance, but relaxed into Enzi’s sensual touch. He rubbed her rhythmically, pulsing her clit as he stroked her over and over again. “Beautiful. My beautiful little human. And so wet, so ready for me.”

Oh, she was ready for him, more ready than she’d ever been for anything. Enzi pressed the first tentacle in and Eleanor gasped, the sudden fullness setting her on fire. Warm appendages massaged her ass and her back as he thrust into her, and she pushed back onto him, letting him fill her more, more, needing more.

As if Enzi read her mind this time, another tentacle snaked up her ass, throbbing against her back entrance in time with the other tentacle. Exactly what she’d hoped he would do.

“We need lube if you’re going to do that,” Eleanor grunted, in between moans as Enzi’s tentacle continued to work into her cunt.

“Lube?” Enzi asked, his voice a low growl.

“A slippery liquid, to make the… tentacle go in easier.” Eleanor ignored the absurdity of explaining that to an alien, turning back to look at him. He nodded at her, then retracted the tentacle that had been prodding at her back entrance.

Her heart sank, for a just a moment, until she realized the tentacle was secreting something, coating itself in a shimmery liquid. Well, that certainly was convenient. What couldn’t these functional appendages do?

With one tentacle continuing to pump into her cunt, the other nudged at her back entrance once more, now slick with some sort of alien lube. Instinctively, Enzi knew to be gentle, pressing in with less vigor than he did with the one in her cunt, but enough to make Eleanor’s breath hitch as she felt herself be filled by him. Fuck, that was so good.

Finally adjusted to the protuberance in both of her holes, she pushed back onto him, letting him fill her more. Enzi grunted, clearly aroused by the view in front of him. Before she could ask, beg him for more, he was already there, pressing another tentacle into her dripping cunt and pulsing all three in time with her heartbeat.

Eleanor whimpered from the profusion, on the brink of overfull with the three tentacles satisfying her bottom end.

“Enzi,” she whined, and he knew what she wanted.

His tail tentacles snaked around him, slithering up Eleanor’s sides and over her shoulders before running across her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth to him, letting a tentacle hook each one of her cheeks as they thrust into her mouth, gagging her.

Tears burned her eyes at the overload of sensations, being filled to the absolute brim unlike anything she’d ever experienced. For the first time in a long time, perhaps forever, Eleanor was whole.

Tension knotted in her core, a deep welling of pleasure as she reached for her climax. When it finally hit, Eleanor cried in earnest, letting the tears roll down her cheeks as she writhed against Enzi.

“Yes, my beautiful human, use me for your pleasure, as I will use you for mine.” Growled words that lit an ember in her heart, even as she felt the waves of orgasm wash over her. Her climax extended longer than usual, aftershocks of pleasure still jolting through her even as she slumped onto the bed.

But Enzi wasn’t done. The tentacles still pulsed in synchronicity, increasing their pace as the Khureno approached his own climax. Eleanor was desperate to taste him, to have him drip from her ass and her cunt, to let him mark her as his.

“Eleanor,” Enzi groaned as he came, filling her with his salty seed.

The taste of brine washed down her throat as warmth trickled between her thighs. Again, it lasted longer than Eleanor expected, seed overfilling her from both ends, as swells of pleasure washed between them. The spurts eased to a trickle, and she swallowed the last bit of him, Enzi slowly removing his tentacles, one by one.

Eleanor slumped onto her side as he crawled up the bed to pull her into a tight embrace. Whispered promises in her ear, Enzi telling her all the places he would take her, all the things he wanted to show her. She smiled at his words, though the ache in her chest didn’t quite dissipate, knowing what was to come. What she had to do.

#sci fi romance #writers on tumblr #monster fucker #monster lover #alien fucker #alien lover #tentacles #tentacle smut #tentacle monsters #human x monster #human x alien #alien x human #alien boyfriend

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 [+18] 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @stygianoir asked: For your event for fem reader x aizen plz Drink from me 💜🖤 ➜ sure love! I hope you like Aizen's end of chrysalis form :3 ✦ tw: Gods AU. NSFT. mdni. Aizen is a God (based on his name; Aizen-Myōō is the japanese budhis Wisdom King and god of love and erotism. learn more here) inspired on his end of chrysalis form (long hair, purple eyes) with some addings such as jewerly. oral sex. cum swallowing. Total control over reader. praising kink. ✦ wc: 1.2k ✦ masterlist

Is there any other way to show how devoted you are to a God than letting yourself be completely taken by him?

Resting on his lap, like a pet, you spend your days as his faithful servant. He wants you completely naked; his hands can cover your breasts if someone wants to talk to him. You are his property, nothing else’s but his.

“What is it, (Name)? Smile, for a darkened Sun will only bring sadness to your God” He says, as notices you aren’t smiling.

All your muscles stiffen up; whenever Aizen-sama gives you an order in such tone you are afraid of what could happen if you were to face such strong power.

“Y- yes, my God. I’m so sorry” you apologize, taking his hands to your forehead. Your skin shines with the many candles around and your breasts graze the dangling golden and silver jewels of his body.

Aizen’s lips curl in a deathly smirk as he tilts his head to the side.

“Come on, kneel on the ground for me” he commands, helping you stand up from his lap. His touch is always so delicate, and yet the moment his fingers graze yours you instantly feel weak and powerless.

Your knees are already red as they are used to the hard floor underneath them. Your hands rest on your thighs almost on their own. And your head, as he has instructed you, bow before him.

You can feel Aizen-sama, God of love and erotism, standing up. His white coats hang perfectly, so finely, from his shoulders and hipbones. The sound of his many dangling collars and jewels reverberates all around his stance.

He passes his hand under your chin, lifting it to make eye contact with you. His particular orbs, purple and white fix on yours, and his chocolate long brown hair flows with the soft breeze of the High Plane of Heaven.

Your God smirks. Him who turns lust into enlightenment, can also do the opposite. Aizen-sama, leaves you breathless and dumb; As if he was sucking the smart out of your brain, you always subdue to him like an unwilled creature.

“Open big” he commands, placing his thumb on your lower lip to softly pull it down. You stick the tip of your tongue out, tasting the skin of his fingertips.

Aizen brushes your hair back, like a soft caress. He is gentle with you, but always as a way of preparing you to destroy you. Because that’s him, soft, loving and innocent. And then he can also be the darkest of Gods, becoming your worst enemy… just like love is.

His flowy white coverings disappear in the blink of an eye. His skin, barely touched by the sun, as always looks delicious. The purple orb, that you were told to never touch shines in the middle of his chest. Aizen-sama has no heart; but he also has the heart of a million souls.

Your eyes go down from his also purple eyes, down his chest and abs. You stay for some split seconds admiring his lower belly. The valley that leads down to his sex, surrounded by his protruding hipbones.

As everything on him, he is different from any mortal; shaft so deliciously shaped that you have always thought could be done to pleasure others. The right length, curve and texture that always makes you scream and mewl. It gets ready, veiny just right, throbbing for you.

His veiny hand grabs it, pumping ever so softly up and down while he sits back and calls you with a beckoning finger to come to him. No, Aizen won’t ever walk to you, you will crawl to him.

“My God…” you whisper, coming closer, asking for permission to even taste the drop of precum that falls from the tip of his sex.

“Go ahead, (Name). Just as you know, show your God how much of a goof devoted girl you are”

You comfortably fit in between his legs that are spread so you can get perfectly closer. Your lips first graze his warmth, and then, little by little you rejoice in the ambrosial taste of his drops.

Your teeth barely brush against the first centimetres of his shaft, making him moan in such a sweet, adorable way. You look at his countenance while he does, getting drunk on the image of Aizen’s pleasure smirk.

And it’s not until his gland reaches your throat, that he puts his hand on top of your head. He allows you to move freely at first, testing your skills to satisfy him as if it was some kind of offering. And, it’s exactly that. It is your sacrifice for him to be praised.

But Aizen wants to hear from you the most sinful melody, too. And your moaning seems not to be enough for his ears… before he grabs a fistful of your hair, he makes you stop sucking.

“Surrender completely to my control, (Name)” he orders, with a dark aura under his eyes. Aizen caresses your cheek with the back of his index and violently squeezes your face. Your mouth opens in response, big enough for your throat to be seen from where he is.

You manage to nod as he is in real control of your head, and probably your body too as it has gone numb for some reason. It’s either his power, of your own mind forcing you to comply with his orders.

Once he lets your face off he guides his own sex into your mouth, pushing with his hips against your throat. It makes you gag in response, and the sound of your lack of air mixes with the way he scoffs at it.

Aizen moves now more than before. He is not worried by your wellbeing; he is just using your mouth as any of your other holes.

“Good girl… your mouth is so warm and wet…” he grunts, while he forgets you need to breathe from time to time. He presses your head against him, your nose squished into his pelvis allowing his holly scent to penetrate your brain. The tears that flow from the corner of your eyes blur your vision, but even though, you still manage to look his muscles clenching the more you choke with his sex.

Aizen uses his -almost inexistent- sense of humanity and pulls his dick out of your mouth. You take all the air that surrounds you in a big gasp, and he laughs. “Sorry, honey… I sometimes forget you still need to breathe”

You don’t mind. You are there to please him. You hurry to recuperate and stick your tongue out to reach for his hard rock cock once again.

“Aizen-sama, thank you for the air” you murmur, kissing his inner thigh in holly reverence at his anatomy before he could bury himself into your throat once more. And when he does, he goes even deeper.

He even lifts from his chair a little bit, because it’s just not enough anymore. He wants to enjoy the bulge forming in your neck from his sex shoved into your mouth and beneath.

“Ngh… get ready to be fed on me, sweet little one. You deserve it” he growls, something he has never allowed you to do is gonna be a first time today; you were never allowed to drink from his seed, a blessing you had to earn with your hard work.

Your eyes shine, looking up at him with great enthusiasm. You want to taste, you want to swallow and drink from your God…

With one last thrust, he stays inside despite your little coughs and gags. You can feel the pressure of his size being forced not to slip a little bit out, your scalp has stopped hurting so you even enjoy the way he pulls from your hair not to move.

The balsamic, warmth drops bathe the inside of your throat and overflows to your mouth once it’s been enough. Your eyes go blank as Aizen-sama’s when ecstasy hits him.

You could have prayed for your hands to touch yourself, but, you can’t even move. You don’t dare too. The pooled wetness that has formed underneath you is enough to show your God how much of a sexual delight it was for you to please him.

“I want every drop inside of your stomach, ok? That will be your only water from now on” he says. Aizen softly grazes your cheek, cleaning the tears off your face as you swallow everything down your throat.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama. Thank you for your blessing, Aizen-sama”

#aizen sōsuke #aizen x reader #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #aizen bleach #bleach x reader #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader fanfic #bleach fanfic #muken aizen #sashi ya #aizen smut

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rjthirsty · 1 month

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To be Understood

Chevalier&Reader (First Person pov)

Words: 1172

Rating: G

This was done for @venulus Learning How to Love Myself challenge. Contains discussion of ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder).

“Chev?” I glanced up from my game to look over at Chevalier, who was sitting in a nearby, upholstered chair. He didn’t look up, but a gentle “hm” indicated he was listening to me. “Do you know what autism is?”

For some reason, his gloved fingers, which were just about to turn a page, paused and held touching the corner of the book he was reading.

“I’ve just been thinking about it.” I glanced away, staring at the frozen screen on my handheld as if the characters there would have some sort of encouraging words. “I was thinking about how when the kiddo was diagnosed, and when I started learning about it to help him cope and manage - how so many things started falling into place. And…” I trailed off, not even entirely sure I wanted to say the words myself.

“Say it.” Chev prompted. I blinked and snapped my head in his direction again, surprised to see his icy blue eyes trained on me. Somehow, I earned his full attention.

“Uh… Just… I can understand it, ya’ know?” I shrugged, unsure of my own thoughts. Who was I to diagnose conditions? My reading to be a support for my kiddo didn’t give me the medical know-how to start looking at myself. And what if I was wrong? Would it be fair of me to fit in a category that didn’t actually pertain to me?

“When I was 4, I have a vivid memory of sobbing for hours because I didn’t get to follow my typical routine of hugging my mother after she dropped me off at daycare. She was in a hurry, and before I put my coat in my cubby, she was gone.”

“I hate being interrupted in the middle of a task. It takes me forever to get back into the groove of things. I have to reread and find that headspace again.”

“After hanging out with friends, I feel like I’ve been at a concert for the last five hours. My ears are ringing, and everything is SO LOUD. I find it hard to think. I hate feeling like that, but yet I had fun. Does that even make sense?”

“The squeak of styrofoam makes me physically recoil. The scratch of certain fabrics or textures on my skin makes me violent, it’s not painful, it just makes my skin crawl and it claws at my brain and I just have to get away from it.”

“I can’t eat gummy or jelly-like things, did you know that?”

“Most have food preferences.” Chev interjected. Turning my head to look at him, he was still fully focused on me, and I felt a sense of relief that he was actually listening to me.

“Yeah, no, I get that. But… I get this weird thought like it’s not food even if I know it is while I’m eating it and I want to retch and that’s.. That’s weird, right? My fingers were always in my food as a kid. My mother complained a lot about me and my quirks. I’d pull everything apart into bite-sized pieces so I could be sure that whatever I was eating was edible. It’s silly, right?”

“I’m ridiculously set on following instructions as presented. Like rules and things. If it’s a rule, everyone should do the rule. If someone isn’t doing the rule, I want to remind them it’s a rule and that it would be appropriate to follow it. Why can’t they just follow the rule? It’s right there. Everyone was told it. Just do the rule, right?!”

“Mistakes should be corrected.” Chev agreed.

“Yeah! Exactly! I’m just trying to help them do the right thing! And not only that, but people tend to think I’m sarcastic when I’m not. I don’t know what it is, but something about just flat out telling someone my thoughts means I’m clearly being deceptive and mean about it. You know how that is. You don’t say anything unless it’s necessary, and while that isn’t a bad thing, it can make you seem harsh. At least I understand you there.”

Chevalier snorted and graced me with a smirk.

“Don’t deny it. If I were to ask you how I did after making something for you to eat, you’d give me an honest critique and offer suggestions on improvements, but keep your personal opinions on the matter to yourself. I didn’t ask how you felt about it, I asked how I did, so you’d be objective.”

Chev set his elbow in his open book, sitting on his lap, leaning forward to put his chin in his hand as he listened to me. “Indeed. That was what you asked of me in this hypothetical.”

“I just don’t get it.” I sighed. “I’ve been told my whole life that I’m difficult.”

Pursing my lips, I glanced downward again. I could feel the heat of tears rimming my eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be just like everyone else. So that every day isn’t a struggle to understand and be understood. Have you ever wanted to be like everyone else?”

Chevalier was silent for several seconds. I could tell he was considering the question and running through his extensive memory to pinpoint any time he might have actually wanted to be different. “I have never desired to be like everyone else. I am who I am, and I have accepted that. However, to be understood without pointless struggle - I don’t believe that exists.”

“What?” My gaze cut to Chev. “Is that why you don’t talk to people?”

“It is a factor. It’s simply a waste of time in most of my dealings to manage the information and detail one would need to match my level of understanding.”

“So… you’re saying that no one understands you. But you’re a genius, so that makes sense.”

“My intellect isn’t the only factor that creates a divide between myself and others.”

I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was giving me. Of course his intellect created a rift with anyone he interacted with, but he was saying he was fundamentally different than other people. Than people he tended to deal with.

Chev despised social functions, yet he attended because it was his responsibility to do so. He found creating relationships difficult, and fostering friendships tedious and unreasonable. He found people to be confounding and emotions to be incomprehensible and needless as they interfered with logical conclusions. Emotions were irrational, that’s why they were emotions.

My eyes moved to his gloved hands, and I had to wonder if there were textures he found himself repulsed by. I looked at his book and considered how we were always quietly spending time in the same room. No noise to overwhelm me. No stimulus besides what we chose for ourselves, him reading his book and me playing my game.

“Oh,” I uttered, finally understanding. “You’re like me.”

#ikepri fanfic #ikepri chevalier #autism #learninghowtolovemyselfcc #actually autistic #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #ikepri #rjthirsty fanfic #otome taught me to love myself

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— INSTRUCTION MANUAL

summary : you and wilbur are having difficulty navigating life together as a couple. that’s nothing a vaguely insulting band-aid can’t solve.

genre : fluff

warnings : probably swearing, too much shakespeare, reader gets a paper cut, mentions of food/eating

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x reader

pronouns : none (you/yours)

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : could i request just some domestic fluff stuff, you can do whatever you want with it honestly i just crave some more wilbur

word count : 1k

note : here you go my lovely anon, i hope you enjoy <3

over the course of your relationship, you and wilbur had gotten to know each other extremely well. he knew what laundry detergent you used, you knew exactly where he’d put his phone, wherever it was. you’d both been splitting your time between each others’ places, but now, coming up on five years together, you figured it was finally time to get somewhere of your own.

which lead to you spending your thursday night with wilbur on the floor of your new living room, swearing heavily. you were on the phone with the nearest takeout place while he tried to assemble the new coffee table you guys had just bought. he’d already hurt himself, a bandaid with william shakespeare’s face on it stuck to his hand, old timey script saying “go thou and fill another room in hell.”

apparently thursday night was extremely busy, and you were on hold. finally, someone at the shop answered, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “hi, would i be able to get-”

“i’m so sorry we’re swamped here, would you be able to order on the website and i can get back to you?” the poor girl on the other side of the phone sounded exhausted, and you felt bad for bothering her.

“oh, the website’s actually broken,” you cringed at the fact that you were being an inconvenience. “is it okay if-”

“i’m so sorry, give me one second,” you could hear yelling in the background and decided it was better to just hang up and give the workers one less order to worry about.

you put your phone down on the bench and went to turn back to wilbur, banging your head immediately after on an open cabinet.

will heard the thud and poked his head around as best as he could. “you alright, darling? need a bandaid?” he’d been desperate to show off his shakespeare bandaids, but you just shook your head, smiling tiredly. “this should be done in like, ten minutes?” he looked back at his project. “yeah, about that.”

the coffee table was still in pieces, but you didn’t say anything, coming to sit behind him on the sofa, him scooching over on the rug to sit right in front of you. your hands delved into his hair and his chin sat on your knee. “dinner’s not coming,” you informed him, sleepiness heavy in your voice. it had been a long week. all you wanted was to crawl into your newly assembled bed with your partner and sleep forever.

“want me to go pick something up?” he asked. “or i can run to the shops and i can make something?”

you looked at him, smile widening. “maybe in a little while. come sit with me?” the texture of his bandaid was rough against your skin as he placed his hand on your jaw. you leaned into him, smiling blissfully as he wrapped his free arm around you.

“you should go shower, relax for a second. i’ll go out, find some dinner. we can leave the table. i think it’s broken,”

“you’re reading the instruction manual for the fridge,” you pointed out. “the coffee table one’s in the kitchen.”

“i didn’t think i needed to connect the coffee table to the plumbing,”

you laughed. “do you want me to come with you?”

wilbur shook his head. “no, i know your order. i’ll be back in fifteen minutes?” you nodded and he kissed your forehead. “love you.”

“love you too,” your eyes fell shut, and you allowed yourself a few moments before you’d force yourself to get up and go shower. wilbur was right, it was exactly what you needed after a hard day, and you revelled in the warm water. another good thing about moving in with wilbur was that your new shower had incredible water pressure. you fell back on the bed and let yourself sit in silence. wilbur would be back soon, and you wouldn’t have to worry about when he’d have to leave to go back to his place or when you’d have to leave him to go to yours.

he returned, as promised, less than fifteen minutes later, and the two of you sat on the kitchen floor, ignoring the mess of wilbur’s attempt of putting together your furniture. he wasn’t wrong, he’d gotten you exactly what you wanted, and your hand ghosted over the cool tile to come rest on his leg. he let you place your head on your shoulder, and murmured gently in your ear as you both ate. “y’wanna know something, honey?” you hummed in agreement. “this thing says you should leave, and fill another room with hell. i disagree, any room without you is already filled with hell.”

“you’re gross,” you couldn’t stop the smile stretching itself out on your features, face pressed into his arm, both of you tangled in each other on the floor of your new kitchen. you reached blindly for your food and yelped as the side of the paper bag sliced into your finger.

wilbur shot up, your arm buckling under the unexpected weight of holding yourself up in his absence, and he brandished the shakespeare box at you proudly. he placed the plaster gently on your pinkie finger, pressing soft kisses to make you feel better. “do thou amend thy face, and i’ll amend my life.”

wilbur gasped, mock offence prevalent on his face. “if i fix my face, your life will be better. is that what you just said to me?”

you gazed affectionately across the small kitchen at him. “not at all. my life can’t get any better.” he softened, smiling warmly at you as you opened your mouth again. “which is good, cause your face can’t get any worse.”

wilbur laughed, throwing his head back to rest against the drawer, and you couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to kiss him open-mouthed, bandaged finger running roughly along his brows. he kissed you back, lacing your fingers with his. his index finger, adorned with william shakespeare hooked around your matching pinkie as he pulled you closer to him, deathly warm against the cold tile beneath you as you relaxed fully for the first time all week.

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