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#dick says sorry i got to help my brother with something in front of one of the batkids and they assume hes talking about one of them
nbnaruto · 2 years
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For the older grayson brother danny au, realistically Danny would meet all of Dick's younger siblings gradually but the idea all of them meeting him all at once is so funny to me. Even better if none of them knew Dick had an older brother (and 2 older sisters), Dick just mentions he can't hang out with one of them in the gc because he's hanging out with his older brother and all the batkids are like "wtf are you talking about?" Dick swears he's mentioned Danny (and jazz and ellie) at least once but all of them swear they've never heard those names before. Cue the meeting, they've decided to meet at Mcdonald's or sumn and right before they get to the mcdonalds Dick stresses that they should be on their best behaviour cuz Danny and Co aren't from Gotham and they are Normal Civilians TM, they turn the corner and see McDonalds is getting robbed, they rush in to find Danny beating the shit out of the thief with a napkin holder like outta that scene in shameless, Jazz is getting a first aid kit ready and Ellie is cheering in the background
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begaycommittreason · 11 days
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out of context things heard in wayne manor:
bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again
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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse
duke: *frantically scribbling notes*
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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?
steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy
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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—
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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?
tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-
dick: oh god it’s too late
jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again
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bruce: are you lying?
tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—
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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads
dick: …i’m not discussing this with you
steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this
dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can
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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…
dick:
dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble
damian: she is magnificent
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tim: so i dropped out and
duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?
bruce: NO.
duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now
jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—
duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world
tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science
duke: not helping timothy
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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?
jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload
cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling
duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears
cass: and damian?
jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too
cass: they are plotting revenge up there
duke: think of it as brotherly bonding
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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way
bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor
damian: i was aiming for drake
tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere
dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth
tim: you have no proof that was me
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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this
jason: i don’t want to help
duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that
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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.
every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred
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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—
bruce: listen—
tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?
dick: tim please
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getoscrybaby · 9 months
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Connie got so high once with the boys he swore he was having a heart attack.
“Yo something ain’t right” Connie told them, eyes hooded and blood shot red with a hand placed over his heart. Eren looked over to him, just as high with a fat blunt in between his fingers, “whats wrong bro.” He asked chuckling. “Man I feel like my heart boutta explode, I can’t breathe” Connie rushed out with a panicked look in his eyes. Ony being the only responsible one there took them to the ER, not wanting to lose a brother even though he knew Connie was exaggerating. Better safe than sorry
Connie who sat in the triage for an hour, irritated af because ever nurse he stopped told him, “sorry you’re not my patient”
“A brotha could be in this bitch on the verge of death and they still wouldn’t give af.” Connie expressed before rolling his eyes
Connie who saw this bad ass nurse with tight scrubs walk into the triage couldn’t help but do a sharp inhale.
“Got damn” he muttered causing his friends to follow his gaze be saying, “Daaaammmmnnn” themselves.
Connie watched as the nurse grabbed a chart of out the slot on the wall before heading in his direction.
“Good afternoon, I’m looking for Mr.Springer”
“I’m right here” Connie said smiling at you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N I’ll be your nurse for the afternoon” you told him returning the smile before adding , “tell me why you’re here today Mr.Springer” in your pretty voice. “Please call me Connie” he said licking his lips while looking you up and down causing his homeboys to roll their eyes. “Okay Connie why are you here” you asked again. “I think I had a heart attack” he responded causing you to look at him in confusion because no way the 25 year old had a heart attack. “No he didn’t ma’am, this fool just smoked too much” a boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes spoke to you.
“Mhmm I see, well I still need to check your vitals and make sure everything checks out.”
Connie who watched you grab vital machine and wrap a blood pressure cuff around his arm.
“Okay Connie, your blood pressure is 129/80 which would be considered elevated. It’s really close to stage one hypertension.” You told him. Connie didn’t know what you were talking about, he just knew you looked so cute with your glasses on, long hair flowing down your back,and fitted scrubs, you just looked so good, you continued, “if it’s okay with you I’d like to get an IV started on you” waiting for him to nod you walked away ignoring the stares of multiple eyes on your ass.
“I’d definitely hit that” Ony said while the others nodded their head in agreement
Connie who had an inked out arm placed in front of you as you prepped for the IV
“ you got a mam mami” he asked as you looked for prominent veins, you only responded with a shake of your head. “Why not?” He continued to ask about your love life. “Mhmm, no man wants to be with a woman who has a hella busy work schedule” you told him as you applied the tourniquet. “Ion mind that beautiful” he told you flashing his bottom grillz when he smirked causing you to shy away and chuckle as you finished off inserting the IV.
Connie who was discharged after your shift bc nun was really wrong with that nigga left a card for you with your coworker.
'Too fine to be single, let me take you out ma ‘xxx-xxx-3942’
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“O-oh my god” you moaned out in the blacked out SRT as you sank down on the dick beneath you. “F-fuck baby, this pussy so tight” Connie moaned out from under you before adding, “gon head and bounce on my dick”. Placing both feet on the backseat and standing on your tippy toes you began to bounce up and down on his dick. Connie who was on cloud nine pulled your breast out of your bra before fondling with them and throwing his head back in pure bliss. “That’s it mami, makin me feel good” Connie praised you, you continued to ride him until your legs gave out, tucking them under your, you began to throw your ass looking back at it, “S-shit baby” he breathed out before smacking your ass cheeks then pulling them apart and thrusting his hips up brutally. “Y-yes yes yes, right there” you screamed out eyes going cross from the pleasure this man was giving you. Flipping you over, Connie now has you in back shots position continuing his brutal pace. “Mhmm p-papi, t-too much” you let out, reaching behind you to push on his stomach to slow him down. “Nahh baby, don’t push me, be a good girl and take it” Connie said taking your arm and using it as leverage to pick up his pace. Throughout the car all could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, and the moans and groans from you two. Between Connie’s brutal pace and the harsh ass smacking it was all too much for you and your body fell towards the seats causy the man to huff out. “Tsk tsk tsk, don’t fuckin run baby.take.this.dick”he told you as he linked his arms under you and grabbed your tits, pulling your back to his chest and giving you three deep and harsh thrusts. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, “C-Connie I’m boutta cum, o-omg” you cried out eyes crossed and legs achin “d-damn me too princesa tell me where you want it ma” he asked thrust turning sloppy “I-inside pleeeaasee” you begged and that’s all it took for him to cum deep in your tight cunt and you have to have the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Coming down from your high, Connie pulled you into his lap and looked at you. He had a feeling in his chest that he’d never felt before , but in a good way. Big tatted hand grabbed your face before pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss, pulling away he gave you a sexy smirk before telling you, “gon get back to work baby. You’re break ended 15 minutes ago” asshole
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“Yo! Where the fuck you been? Been waiting on you to roll!” Eren asked Connie when he walked in the house. “Ohhhh nowhereeeee.. was just fuckin on my nurse” Connie answered, proud smirk on his face as he plopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head before adding, “and I’ll do it again, nahh nah I’m gonna do it again” head thrown back as he’s already reminiscing about your pussy.
“Lucky bastard” Ony told him before lightening his blunt.
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As someone who really works in the medical field patients hit on you none stop. I had a patient last week who kept calling my name just because, then he kept telling me how he closed out on his 5th home and he retired at 40, I told him that was good for him and what plans did he have. This man gone tell me, well I’m trying to make you my girlfriend so you ain’t gotta work. First of all I’m gone work, imma put this degree to use. Second of all, you are 54 years old in a wheelchair(lord forgive me, i ain’t say it to be ill) what am I supposed to do with you?? Then an Arabian asked me today if I was single then WINKED at me like SIR, YOUR WIFE IS IN THE WAITING ROOM SMH. But anywho my inbox is open, feel free to talk to me or request anything 🤧
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lazycats-stuff · 8 months
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I'd like to request batfam x male reader, who crotchets a lot. He has some medical issues, so he doesn't go on patrol, he helps out with information gathering though.
When Damian got added to the strays, the reader tried being a good older brother, and he crochets him a little stuffed animal for him as a welcome gift. Everyone in the family has one, even Alfred. Let's say, Damian had a bad day, and coincidentally the reader just finished the crochet animal and goes to his room to give it to Damian. Damian snaps and destroys the stuffed animal in front of the reader, also saying some pretty hurtful stuff. The reader cries because it took a lot of time to male it. You can end it however you want
Take your time <3
Sure. Oh Damian is so dead. Nobody messes with (Y/N).
Summary: Damian messes with the wrong brother.
Warnings: angst, fluff, reader is a sweetheart, everyone loves the reader, unspecified medical problems...
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(Y/N) sometimes envied his brothers. If it weren't for his medical problems, he would have been out and running, fighting crimes. But he was still happy with his position as Oracle number two, helping Alfred out when it came to patrol and information gathering.
" Can I get you some more tea, master (Y/N)? " Alfred asked him, standing up.
" Please do. " (Y/N) said, giving Alfred his favorite mug.
(Y/N) turned his head back to the computer, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, putting his hand over his mouth.
" Tired? " Alfred asked as he poured some tea.
" A little bit. " (Y/N) answered.
" Guys, we need access to GCPD data base. " Bruce said through the comms.
" You have an access to it, why do we have to? " (Y/N) asked, confused. Alfred came back with tea, also confused.
" Something is jamming the access. " Bruce explained further. (Y/N) put the tea aside, trying to get into the said database.
" Hmm. Something is happening with the network. It's down... " (Y/N) said, confused.
" I would go to GCPD and check it out. " (Y/N) said, taking his tea.
" Alright, will do. "
With that, it was quiet and they knew that this was in one way or another it for the night. (Y/N) glanced at the crocheted bat he made for Bruce.
(Y/N) had a little bit of tradition for everybody. He makes little stuffed animals. Every single member has one, even Alfred. He would make it for everyone who would come into the family, just to feel welcome.
And it did work. It made all of them feel nice and welcoming. And it made them like (Y/N) and it made everyone more protective of (Y/N). Jason took the number one spot at the amount of protectiveness he had for (Y/N).
Everything changed when Bruce announced he had a biological son. With Talia al Ghul. (Y/N) didn't know what to think about it. Bruce was always saying to use protection, so how did it happen? As a playboy, you are supposed to be a careful person when it comes to sex.
" I'm sorry, how did Damian happen? You are usually the one telling us to watch ourselves, you know, use protection amongst other things. " (Y/N) asked, taking a sip of his tea.
" Talia spiked my drink. " Bruce said, making Jason snort. (Y/N) smacked him on the arm.
" I'm sorry, but how didn't you notice it? " Jason questioned, trying not to lose control again.
" Jason not now. Damian is in the cave, Alfred is going to bring him up. Please be nice. " Bruce said, sighing as he heard Alfred coming.
Everyone turned their heads to see Alfred walking in with a small boy with green eyes and who eerily looked like Bruce at that age. (Y/N) knew because he saw the pictures once. Alfred showed him the photos.
" Everyone, this is master Damian. Master Damian these are master Jason, master (Y/N), master Tim and master Dick. " Alfred introduced Damian to everyone.
Damian didn't say anything, instead he turned back to Alfred to ask him to show him his room.
" I don't know about you, but this is going to be interesting. " Jason said to (Y/N).
" I think he just needs to adjust. It's never easy to come somewhere new. " (Y/N) replied, taking another sip of his tea.
" Will he get a stuffed animal too? " Jason asked, standing up.
" Yup. It's a tradition here so... " (Y/N) said, trailing off.
" If you say so. " Jason said, watching as (Y/N) took last sips of his tea before putting the mug into the sink.
" Any chance I can ask you to help me with a case? " Jason tried as they were going to their rooms.
" Nope. I need my sleep. " (Y/N) said, opening his bedroom door.
" You are mean. " Jason said, chuckling. " Good night. "
" Good night Jay. "
It has been a couple of weeks and (Y/N) finally finished up his stuffed animal for Damian. He made a Robin stuffed animal in his colors. Well, the suits color. Green and red with a R to symbolize the Robin. He was happy with his creation and was now actively looking for Damian.
What (Y/N) didn't know however, was the fact that Damian had a very bad day. To put it bluntly, everything went to shit. Absolutely everything that Damian had planned went to shit. Absolutely everything and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.
Coincidently, (Y/N) decided to gift the stuffed animal to Damian. He knocked on Damian's door, entering after hearing a harsh what. (Y/N) entered the room, holding his bird in his hands.
" So, we have a tradition here where I make newcomers stuffed animals. So here is yours. "
" I don't need that right now! And I don't need something from someone so worthless to the family! " He yelled grabbing the stuffed bird, ripping it apart.
(Y/N) was heartbroken. He slowly stepped out, closing the door before he started crying in the hall.
" (Y/N), what's wrong?! " Jason asked, confused. He just came from the dining room and seeing his favorite brother sad was something that should be illegal. (Y/N) shook his head, running to his room and slamming the door shut.
Jason scowled, wondering what made (Y/N) upset. Well, who made him upset... He looked at Damian's door and went there. He opened the door and his eyes feel down onto the remains of (Y/N)'s stuffed animal. He looked up at Damian before he jumped at him.
The two started fighting. Jason was blinded with anger and rage, punching wherever he could. Bruce heard the commotion and when he saw what was happening, he had to tear Jason off of Damian.
It was difficult to separate them, but once he did, he was pissed. Beyond angry.
" WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! " Bruce yelled, mad now.
" He took (Y/N)'s animal and tore it apart! He is heartbroken! You didn't saw him when he started crying! " Jason yelled back, face bloody. The kid can definitely punch.
" Out. I will talk to Damian. " Bruce said calmly. Jason wiped his nose, going straight to the bathroom in his room to clean it up.
He can't allow his brother to see him bloody. He really can't. He washed his face and once he made sure that he has stopped the bleeding, he went to (Y/N)'s room. He opened the door and his heart broke.
(Y/N) was still crying on the bed, curled into a fetal position.
" Oh (Y/N)... Come here. " Jason said softly. (Y/N) sniffed and turned to face Jason. Jason sat down on the edge. (Y/N) moved closer and put his head in Jason's lap.
" Why did he do that? I just tried to be nice... " (Y/N) asked and Jason gently scratched (Y/N)'s scalp.
" I know that. Damian is just Damian... " Jason said, knowing that (Y/N) doesn't like when they are talking negatively about Damian. Or any of them.
Jason stayed like that for a couple of hours and (Y/N) fell asleep during that. Jason didn't mind, but he had to move. He gently put (Y/N)'s head on a pillow. He covered him and left the room.
He didn't expect to see Damian in the hall.
" What do you want? " Jason asked quietly, not to disturb (Y/N).
" I wanted to... Apologize. "
" Did Bruce make you do that? " Jason said, not believing a single word that came out of Damian's mouth.
" No. I just had a bad day and I let it out on the wrong person. " Damian said, meaning every word of it.
" Well, don't wake him up now. You know, everyone has a stuffed animal made by (Y/N). Even Alfred. " Jason said. " Bruce has one near the Batcomputer and sometimes takes it with him somewhere important. He took it to outer space once. " Jason wasn't sure why he was telling that to Damian, but it felt important that he knows. " Again, don't wake him up. " Jason said, leaving Damian.
Damian had no plans on doing it.
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babygorewhore · 3 months
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Prey
Part one
Part two
After text messages from Rafe Cameron who completely ruined your night at his party, he knows every move you make and asserts his intentions through text messages. This starts a game to see how far Rafe will go to make you his, even if that means threats of punishments.
The horny demon took over with this guys. WC. 4,500
Warnings! Not a ton of plot. Dark! Rafe! Stalking! Panty stealing! Perv Rafe! Idk if she’s considered kind of bimbo because she’ caves in easily or what. Take it as you will. Female and male masterbation! Drug use,threats of violence and actual violence! Gun play! BDSM themes! One use of the Daddy! Choking!Degrading! Drinking! Hate fucking! spanking! unprotected sex! Reader is alternative but clothing is relatively generalized so it’s still inclusive. Damn that’s a lot of warnings.
Two days since your last text from Rafe Cameron. He knew about breakfast with John B. You tried not to check your phone as often as you wanted but the anxiety was hard to ignore. It was so insane. He just decided he wanted you after a bet. Why?
You kept tearing apart your room for any sign of a camera, microphone and you even taped the camera of your laptop for good measure. Maybe if you stayed home, that would be the best. But he knew what was going on. How?
John B asked you if you wanted to go to their traditional bonfire with the Pouges. You wanted to say no but maybe spending time with them would deter Rafe from his apparent need to text you vile things. You’d have a barrier. Surely, he couldn’t scare them all off.
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It wasn’t as hot in the evening and you were thankful for that. Sarah gave you an extra pair of flip flops, but she did make sure they were black. You wore them and a black mid thigh dress. It was flowy and comfortable. But it was missing something as you sat down on a beach chair.
You left your underwear at home, on your bed. It was a test. To see if he really was getting in your house or he would go that far. It was a really bold move but you wanted bait him. Maybe if he broke in, you’d have something to report.
“Earth to you-“ A hand waved in front of your face.
“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled and adjusted your skirt. “What were you saying?”
“How are you? Since the whole bet thing happened?” Kie asked and you breathed heavily. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about. Apparently just with the videos disappearing wasn’t enough. “I’m okay. Doubtful I’ll ever swim in a pool again.” You started twirling the end of your hair nervously as time ticked.
No text yet. Maybe this was working. Maybe he was bluffing.
“We’ll kick his ass. Piece a shit picking on a Pouge.” JJ crushed a beer can and glared. “I’m sick of him getting away with it. We need to do something.”
“My brothers crazy. He would probably kill you.” Sarah pointed out and leaned further into John B.
“The fuck he would! He’s just some rich little punk whose never been put in his place.” JJ argued and you started to panic inside.
That was the furthest thing from the truth. You knew Rafe wasn’t just some punk. You didn’t even know him but you trusted your instincts.
“Guys, really. It’s okay. They’re taken down and it’s what I needed. I don’t need protection.” You insisted. God the suspense was killing you. Were you an idiot? Probably.
“Something weird happened today,” John B interrupted, “When I got into the car before her, I had this weird feeling someone was watching me,”
He started but you tuned him out as the night went on. You still didn't mention the texts. You didn’t wanna stir up anymore threats from JJ. You thought about the way he kissed that girl. His big hands roaming all over her hips and ass. It was so wrong for you to think about that considering how much of a dick he was.
But you couldn’t help it.
You were also scared shitless when you closed your bedroom door after you both arrived home, Sarah joining John B. You didn’t want to see that…so you locked your door.
You covered your mouth with both hands when you saw your panties. They were on your pillow and you could see even from here, they were wet and drying on the sides. Your bed was messy, your drawers moved open.
He had been here.
You carefully moved closer, gingerly lifting them. The creamy substance was evident on what it was. He came on it. And from the way it was almost dripping, multiple times. You dropped it on the floor and dug in your dresser.
All your panties were gone. Your mouth was wide open with shock.
You stepped forward, prepared to tell John B that Rafe Cameron broke into his home when your phone finally buzzed.
Frantically you brought it to your face.
“Put them on.”
Oh no. Was he serious? How did he know-there must have been a camera. Where was it?
“Put it on, or I’ll kill him.”
“You wouldn’t.” You speedily responded. Growing angry. How dare he threatened him. Just to get what he wanted in his perverted mind. “That’s a pussy ass threat.”
“Who says it’s a threat? I know exactly where he goes. When he goes. And who he talks too. I know everything about this place. And I know everything about you.”
Chills ran down your spine.
“I don’t believe you.” You started breathing heavier as you clutched at your chest. He wasn’t joking. You knew that. If he was rich enough to afford that house without a second glance, surely he could pull this off.
“You graduated with impressive grades, you’re an only child, you have a habit of reading kinky porn, your parents owned a music store for three decades. John B is your cousin on your Mothers side and you…you’ve only had one boyfriend. Chris. From high school.”
Your knees almost gave out. Everything was true. Not all of those things were even on your instagram. Fuck, not even your FRIENDS knew some of that shit. How did he find out? Did he run some sort of-
“You ran a fucking background check on me?” You typed in all caps, your thumbs slapping on the screen. “ARE YOU INSANE? JUST STOP IT AND DON'T THREATEN JOHN B!”
“Then put them on.”
You weren’t getting out of this. “Okay if I put them on, what then?”
“Lay down on the bed.”
You slithered them on, his cum coating your pussy as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe it was your own fault with this experiment but he would have done it anyway.
Your back met the top of the covers and you had the image of his leaking cock around the material. Spilling onto the silk and lace. You spread your legs, assuming that’s what he wanted.
“No, you’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum. Not unless I’m inside you with my cock, fingers or tongue. This is just showing your pussy exactly who gets to cum in it. The longer you fight this, I’ll punish you. And I don’t think you’ll like that.”
“Punish me?”
“That’s what I said. If you’re not a good girl, then your little pouge friends are gonna pay. Do you understand me?”
You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off. “No I don’t speak asshole, I did it. I put them on and now you leave me alone.”
You closed your phone and decided you wouldn’t listen to anything he said. Laying back down, you pulled off the underwear easily and it’s slick smeared on your inner thighs.
You were pent up from sadness, anger and now spite. If he was watching, then you’d put on a fucking show. Spreading your legs, your fingers delicately teasing your cunt and you started circling your clit. You twitched and clenched around the air as your own wetness combined with his. He couldn’t possibly read your thoughts. His muscular arms would hold the headboard as he pounded into you.
You liked challenging him. Secretly, that’s one of the things that made you wet. Talking back to him. Your core tightened as your speed increased before you slipped two small fingers inside, curling them up. They couldn’t reach the spot you wanted. You tried to move at a different angle before settling on just playing with your clit.
You curled up when you came, harder than usual and you bit your lip to keep from making too much noise.
After calming, you hesitated before clicking on your phone.
“Oh, pretty girl. I really wish you wouldn’t do that.”
That was all he said.
Now, you were trembling again. The threat echoed. You started biting your nails. What would happen? What punishment was he talking about?
It wasn’t like he would break in with John B here or would he? He wasn’t concerned about your cousin in the slightest.
You took some initiative. If he knew so much about you, you could return the favor. Have something on him.
You googled his name.
Rafe Cameron, eldest and only son holding Cameron’s name after Ward and Rose Cameron’s passing.
Rafe Cameron, under thirty CEO bringing numbers to the maximum within two years.
You sighed, only getting a superficial history of his age and family line. Huffing, you needed more. There was one option. You went to instagram and found his official and only account. Your mouth went dry. His photos consisted of golf yards, parties and two photos of him wearing a suit next to a giant table in an office that looked like it was in the future.
Absolutely nothing. Nothing to go on. And nothing to rub in his face. Of course.
An idea came to you. Maybe you couldn’t find anything online. But you had an entire group of rebels who could tell you everything you needed to know. You smirked. Finally, you could get back at him.
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“So, John B, was it…hard to be Sarah’s boyfriend? I mean the war between Pouges and Kooks seems pretty intense.” You sat at the dock while he tackled some sort of contraption, working back and forth between boats. It was a half lie when you said you wanted to go with him while he worked.
But you needed information. You didn’t get a text yet but you knew that wasn’t defeat on his part.
“For a while,yeah. Topper made it his mission to come after me. We got into it a few times, then he pushed me. I broke my wrist. Rafe…it’s complicated.”
You quirked an eyebrow, trying not to look too interested. “How?” For good measure, you played with the end of your skirt. All your panties were gone and you were trying not to shift every five seconds.
“Rafe’s crazy. He used to be this out of control, frat boy cocaine addict and he was,” John B stops moving, “Dead set on destroying us. Came at us with guns. He’s dangerous but now he’s got money. All the money.”
Your heart fluttered. And now, Rafe had his sights on you.
“What about their other sister..?”
“She lives with him. He almost shipped her off to boarding school but I guess she’s his one soft spot. Sarah talks to her sometimes. That’s why I was upset you went to that party. They’re bad people. Stay away from him.” His warning makes you nod.
But would he stay away from you?
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A week later, you arrived at the Pouge spot with John B that was even marked by a tree they carved. You carried a cooler of booze as you got closer to the circle but you, John B and Sarah realized Pope and JJ were missing
You were all searching for at least ten minutes now, you called out his name, cupping your hands. “Pope! JJ! Where are you?”
Your converse were getting in the way of the sand and you finally stopped being stubborn, removing them as you maneuver through the woods. You were alone and it felt uncomfortable.
The moon was illuminating your ring clad fingers as a snap of a branch caught your attention. “Pope?”
A large strong hand covered your mouth and you eyes widened, you were being yanked off the ground and carried off. “Mm-he-“ You tried to form words but the hand pressed harder. You kicked, flailed but to no avail.
The assailant dragged you off to a darker corner where you saw a unconscious Pope and JJ lying on the ground as you were pushed against a tree.
Rafe stood in front of you, even in the darkness you could still see the desire and anger in his eyes. “Scream and I’ll kill them.” He growled. “Can I trust you?”
You nodded rapidly, glancing between him and your friends.
“Good girl,” He approved, his hand sliding to your throat. He didn’t even bother wearing black to blend in. His beige shirt was layered with another light jacket and dark jeans.
Rafe’s hair was in his eyes and he leaned in closer. “I told you. I’d punish you if you didn’t do as your told.” Your core fluttered. You knew it shouldn’t but his voice was rasping as his hand tightened. He pulled something out of his pocket.
A pair of red panties. He shoved them into your mouth, far enough you gaged. “Stay fucking still.” You knew if you didn’t listen he would hurt them, he proved that.
Pope and JJ had bruises, swollen eyes and bloody noses. But they were breathing. You started jerking around, trying to gain some sort of release from his hold when Rafe yanked out a gun. You gasped, the sound muffled. “Yeah? You see that?” He pointed it at them. “Do you think I’m kidding?”
Rafe pulled out the panties, a string of drool escaping from your mouth. “Answer me.”
“No-I know you’re not kidding.” Tears came from your eyes but you tried to pull them back.
“My poor little angel, not so tough now, are you?”
“Fuck you-“ Another attempt to defy, fake like you weren’t as scared as you truly were. “You’re bluffing.”
He pressed you harder against the wood. His iron clad muscles pinning you hard enough it hurt. “I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” Then he moved the gun between your shorts. Grazing against your jean covered pussy.
“This is fucking real, princess.” Rafe started smirking. “Move around a little bit. Give me a hint of how well you can bounce on a dick.”
Your face became hot but you obeyed without thinking. You circled your hips, holding your breath and praying the gun wouldn’t go off. He nodded, his lips nearing yours and your mouth parted.
“Rafe-Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you do any of this?” You whimpered as his lips found the sweet spot of your neck. They were warm and soft in contrast to the gun rubbing against your pussy.
“Because you’re mine. That first day I saw you. I was going to have you. John B couldn’t hoard away something that belonged to me.” You wanted to shake your head but he started sucking the connection between your shoulder and neck.
That’s why he stared at you. That’s why he even started the bet in the first place.
“I liked how you stood out with your fucking band shirt and converse you won’t stop wearing. And this,” He pulled back to your displeasure and tapped the gun against your cunt.
“That belongs to me too. I’m gonna walk away, you’re going to yell to your cousin you found them. Feel free to scream and pretend you’re not soaking wet. And you’re going to be a good girl again, aren’t you? You gonna to listen to daddy?”
“Yes.” He stepped away, taking your panties with him. He scanned the scene, nodding behind you.
“Don’t disobey me. This can get so much worse,” With his final warning, Rafe started walking backward before he disappeared.
You waited a few seconds to collect yourself. He teased you but not enough to make you cum. Just enough to mark his territory and scare you.
“J-John B!” You weakly called out. “I found them!”
He arrived in seconds with Sarah right behind him.
John B, Sarah and Kie panicked, trying to wake JJ and Pope. You hastily wiped your face and shook your hair loose.
“I-I just found them like that. I’ve been searching the whole time,” You lied, hoping your voice was steadier than how you felt.
You stayed quiet as they woke by the fire. Your knee bouncing as flashbacks of how the gun felt, Rafes lips. His warnings and worse. How much you liked it.
When no one was looking, too busy planning their wild accusations downfall, you took out your phone. He had texted you.
“Behave.”
You pressed your knees together, concealing your phone behind them. “What will it take for you to leave them alone?”
“That’s a dangerous question, little girl.”
You had to change your tactic. The last thing you wanted was for him to actually shoot them.
“When will I see you again? I don’t want you to break in anymore. If you want something, just take it.” Oh no, the words slipped out before you could even think.
Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes went by.
An hour.
“Tomorrow. My house. 8pm. Wear what’s in the box in your bedroom. I’ll have someone pick you up.”
The tense drive home couldn’t have ended sooner as you stepped in your bedroom. Continuing to lie to your cousin about what happened in the woods. You knew he wasn’t stupid. Eventually he would catch on that something was happening. But his life probably depended on it. This was going too far.
You were so stupid for opening the white small box on the center of your bed.
Lifting the lid, your eyes widened as you pulled out a black lace shirt, matching bra, a thong and shorts that would barely cover your ass. Knee socks and connecting garter belts. But the most toe curling item in the box was a pair of black handcuffs. Expensive kind.
You held them to your chest. You’d have to wear something over them to get past John B. Your conscience fought you, insisting to tell John B. Rafe almost killed his friends.
But he felt so good. It was so wrong that it was right. You almost didn’t care right now. He was obsessed with you and you weren’t any better. The way you spent time trying to find information, the way you listened to every word he said. He was breaking you down. You almost didn’t recognize the person you were when you arrived.
Rafe Cameron was intoxicating and you’d only seen him twice.
Third times the charm right?
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He had his own personal fucking driver pick you up the next night. You left when John B was passed out in his room, worn out from a day at the docks. You slipped on an oversized black shirt long enough to hit your thighs as you climbed into the car. You were disappointed that there were no texts today but you had a feeling he was going to make up for it. Or else you’d face another punishment.
The drive was quiet but when you arrived at his house it wasn’t. Another wild party scene was before you, the same changing colored lights on the outside and consistently bright on the balcony. As you got out of the car and started walking, this time wearing your high heels. Only this time you were wearing a hand selected piece from the King Of Kooks.
You hoped you could slip in easily through the front door silently but someone opened the door. He was shorter than Rafe, dark brown hair, wearing a wife beater and shorts. “My bad, come on in.” He ushered you in with a wave and you cringed.
Obviously he knew you. Whether from Rafe or the videos.
“And you’re…?”
“Just like Country club not to mention anyone else. Barry.” He gave you a nod. “He’s up there.”
You couldn’t help but shiver as everyone was dancing, drinking and making their way to the outdoor pool. You understood this could be another set up.
Barry dipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a bag full of cocaine, apparently offering you some.
“I’ll pass,” You declined and forced yourself to smile and calm your nerves. You could do this. You had too
You wanted too.
Climbing the stairs in high heels was difficult enough but fighting a crowd made it even harder. You couldn’t hardly concentrate and you had the urge to plug your ears to muffle the noise.
Once you reached the top, close to the balcony, your phone buzzed. Embarrassingly, you yanked it out of your clutch.
“Colder.” You jerked your head around, looking for any sign of him. No one. He wasn’t here. No one looked even close to him.
You went left towards another lounge, peering inside the darker room where they were dancing.
“Even colder.”
Okay, you were very clearly not in the right direction.
But you needed something to give you a boost. Marching towards a brunette young man holding two cups, you reached out your hand. “Can I have that?” He stammered but handed it over.
Without even knowing the content, you gulped it down before gagging. Whatever concoction was strong and had you coughing.
But then you took the other one. “Hey!” He protested but you ignored him, going to the opposite side.
You threw them both on the ground, a surge of electricity going through your veins.
“Warmer.” It said when you fished out your phone from your bra.
You resisted wiping your mouth, not wanting to ruin your makeup. Your legs carried you down a hallway, the noise growing into a quieter thump against the walls. There were no photos. Almost no signs of living if you imagined the guests gone. The clacking of your shoes neared the first door.
“Hot. Almost there.”
Swallowing, you walked past the second door.
“Hotter.”
You breathed like you were blowing out a candle as you drew to the third door.
“Open it, pretty girl.”
The alcohol must have given you an extra boost as you opened the door roughly, your lips forming a natural pout as you took in Rafe standing beside a bed. He was wearing a three quarter length white shirt with small strips and the same dark jeans as he did in the woods. His hair was messy, like he constantly ran his fingers through it.
His entire body radiated danger, lust and control.
But his eyes held a fire, one you were terrified and eager to provoke.
To the right of him was a large desk with several monitors and a laptop. Your mouth parted into a gasp when you saw they were all live feeds.
One of them was outside your room, the others were at the docks and the rest were of his own home. That’s how he was watching you.
“You-you’ve really been stalking me.” You whispered.
“It’s really not that hard. You make it too easy.” He mused with a low voice. “But I’m-I’m having a hard time understanding why you’re wearing something other than what I gave you.”
“Don’t change the subject, Rafe. This isn’t okay. You’re going to stop. I did everything you wanted. Now you leave John b and the rest alone.” Your voice wasn’t steady. From nervousness and the drinks.
And he knew that from the way a smirk formed on his pink lips. “But not you?” He clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl. You don’t want me to leave you alone. I didn’t forget our last…meeting.” His eyes lingered around your hips. “With a gun to your pussy.”
“No, no, stop. I don’t know-I don’t like you.”
Rafe only stepped closer, inching towards you. “Your body does.. Your pussy love our little games. You’ve had so many chances to run. Not that they would work-“ He chuckled darkly. “But you’re doing everything I want you too.”
His hand shot out and ripped the shirt in half. You shrieked, your legs almost buckling as your body was exposed. Rafes breathed in the scent of your perfume as he roamed with his fingers the lingerie, his palms falling to your tits, squeezing before he gripped your waist and spun you around. Your ass against his cock.
“Move like you bounced on my gun,” He ordered against your ear, his warm breath and you could feel his lips trace the side of your jaw.
All your thoughts disappeared as he guided you to grind against him, your pussy dampening the material as your eyes drifted shut. His own breathing quickened as your hand flew behind to palm him.
“Dirty slut, you’re so scared but I know you’re fucking dripping.” He was so tall that he could slip his hand easily between your legs and gather the slick leaking from your center. He then shoved it in your mouth, forcing you to suck.
“That’s all fucking mine, I don’t care if you hate me. I want you to fucking hate me. You like that I stalked you. Watch you, that I know everything.” He was growing more aggressive as he threw you face down on the bed, ripping off your shorts, he slapped your ass hard enough you jolted.
You heard his belt and pants drop as he manhandled you, wrapping your hair around his free hand as you felt his dick line up to your pussy. “Say you hate me,” He spat and slammed into you without warning.
You almost screamed from the stretch and fullness as he thrusted into you. You couldn’t even breathe from the hold he had on your hair, as you started rubbing your clit. “I-“ You tried, barely managing to squeak.
“Say it!” He yelled, slapping your ass again and you fell on your hands.
“I hate you!” You gasped for air and he pushed your head down. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”
Your core clenched around him as your stomach tightened, you were so close, so fucking close. Rafe moaned deeply, his movements slowing but still brutal.
He spilled into you and you came right after. Sweat dripped from your face as you jerked. Your mouth was still open, spit gathering and you wiped it off. Your breathing slowed as he pulled out, releasing you to flop on the mattress. Your makeup stains the white comforter.
Trying to calm down and assess the situation you got yourself into, you heard Rafe clear his throat in an expected manner.
You crawled around as he pulled up his pants. “I hope you liked that, because that’s the last time you get to cum tonight.”
“W-“
“You forgot to bring the handcuffs.” You almost fainted. Half from being cock drunk, still spilling from both fluids and half from horror.
Rafe only gave you a very threatening smile. “But don’t worry. No one is getting through that door. And besides, even if they tried, I can see every move they make.” He pointed to the monitors.
“I’m nowhere done with you yet.”
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666writingcafe · 1 year
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A Lesson in Demon Anatomy (NSFW)
Asmo has made a huge mistake.
Okay, maybe "huge mistake" is a bit dramatic, but there's no doubt that he messed up in his calculations. He thought that everyone was out of the house and wouldn't be returning for quite a while, so he felt okay walking around in his birthday suit.
It's something that he used to do nearly every day, but when the exchange program was in the works, he agreed to put a stop to it in order to create a good impression on whomever was going to stay with him and his brothers. However, when he got the opportunity to be alone, he couldn't help but resort back to old habits.
So, one could imagine his surprise when he strolls into the sitting room to find MC stretched out on the couch. They were reading a book, but of course they looked up when they heard footsteps heading their direction, and now...
"I'm so sorry, MC!" Asmo exclaims. "I had no idea that you were even in here! I thought you were studying at the library, but if I'd had known you were coming home, I would have put something on so that I would be presentable and---"
"It's pretty," MC murmurs, interrupting Asmo's train of thought. In that moment, he realizes that his beloved human has their eyes directly trained on his nether regions.
That's odd, he thinks. I didn't think I had that effect on MC.
"Oh, this ol' thing?" Asmo asks, gesturing downwards. MC nods their head, failing to look up at his face.
"Would you like a closer look?"
Why am I so nervous? Millions of individuals have seen me naked before. I should be used to people's reactions.
"If you're okay with it," MC responds. Gingerly, Asmo walks over to them. MC sits up as he approaches, and when he's standing in front of them, they finally look into Asmo's eyes.
Asmo nearly falls backwards from the sheer amount of lust that suddenly surges through his body. Avatars of Sin are like lightning rods in that way; they are attracted to the energy of their sin, and the energy is attracted to them.
Usually, Asmo is able to mitigate the effects of someone's lust with his own, but he hasn't felt this much of it from another individual in a long time. And the fact that it's coming from MC of all people, one of the only beings he's ever known that has been able to resist his demonic charm...
"Can I touch it?" MC asks, forcing Asmo to focus on the present moment.
"Of course you can!" he answers, trying to hide the fact that he's starting to hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. MC gently wraps their hand around the underside and runs their thumb over the skin.
"Is there a reason why it's bumpy?" A part of Asmo is relieved by the question, because it means that he can put aside his feelings for a bit and focus on the answer.
"It's part of a defense mechanism. As you might have learned, a demon has different levels to their form. You've seen the first and second, but I'm not sure if you've witnessed anyone shift above that. Anyway, our appearance significantly changes in the third level, and things begin sprouting in all sorts of places."
"Including dicks?"
"Especially dicks. Mine sprouts stringers. They become poisonous in the fourth level."
"Like a scorpion."
"Exactly."
"Have you killed anyone with it?"
"There was a period of time where that was my weapon of choice, yes."
Why is MC staring at me like that?
"Is it safe in this state?"
"It better be, or a whole lot of people would be coming for my ass." MC's hand moves to the small of Asmo's back, and the Avatar of Lust allows them to guide him closer to them.
"May I?" they ask. Asmo can only manage a nod. He shouldn't be this nervous; he's received plenty of blow jobs before. Why is this one any different?
Perhaps it's because it's been a while since someone's been this...enthusiastic.
What Asmo is unaware of in the moment---and what he doesn't learn until after the fact---is that MC's discovered that they derive intense pleasure from sucking dick. However, once he knows that this side of MC exists...
Let's just say that he sits back and watches as his brothers fall prey to MC's wild side.
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themultifandomgal · 4 months
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Tommy Shelby- Expecting
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Keeping mine and Tommys relationship a secret wasn't something I wanted to do. I wanted us to be official, but Tommy had other ideas. Instead we would sneak into each others bed at night. All hell broke loose though when I found out I was with child. At first Tommy didn't believe me that it was his, then he told me that he didn't want to settle down and have a family. Offered to find a good doctor to do an abortion. I refused and now I'm known at the Watery Lane Whore. Anger however bubbles inside of me when Tommy announces his relationship with Grace and that they were expecting.
I walk through the door of the Garrison and the first thing I see is her smiling and laughing with Tommy and his family. I roll my eyes and turn around wanting to leave when John calls me over
"YN! Come join us, we're celebrating"
"No thank you John" I glance over to Tommy who's got his arm around Grace "not in the mood"
"Hey wait" John runs over to me "how's the baby?" he asks with genuine concern
"Fine"
"Fuck YN whatever you and Tommy are fighting about now just put it to bed for one fucking nought to celebrate"
"Only if you knew what we are fighting about. Look I'm gonna go. Enjoy" as I leave I hear John say
"If I ever find the fucker who did this to her..." little does he know his own brother is the fucker that he won't do shit to. As I walk the streets to get home I'm called a number of names because I'm pregnant out of marriage, but would anyone dare say the same thing to Grace? No because she's with Tommy. The bitch that tried to get Tommy killed is now having his baby and engaged. It's like he's been brainwashed. Ignoring the comments I get home, deciding to go to bed early.
Over the next few weeks I stay as far away from the Shelby's, that is until I hear a knock on my front door. Groaning I get off the sofa, putting my book down on the coffee table and walk to the front door. I open it up not expecting to see Tommy stood there looking disheveled, but here he is
"Can I come in?" he asks sheepishly which is very unusual for Tommy. I cross my arms and frown looking at him
"I don't know. Why are you here"
"She lied. The whole time Grace was lying to me" still frowning YN doesn't say anything but continues so look at Tommy "YN please let me explain" In YNs mind she goes back at to about what she should do. Let Tommy in and talk, or close the door on him and never speak to him again.
Ending 1- YN and Tommy end up together
Wanting her child to know their father, YN sighs letting Tommy into her house. He walks in and takes off his shoes knowing YN hates mud being brought into the house. Not uttering a word, YN walks into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Tommy walks in behind her also not saying anything
“So. Gonna explain?” YN finally says crossing her arms and turning to look at Tommy
“YN I fucked up”
“Tell me about it” YN mutters
“Grace wasn’t pregnant. Never was. She was helping the copper, get close to me the kill me”
“And why should I believe you?”
“You have no reason to. I get that. But I’m sorry. I really liked.. like you YN and I let that bitch cloud my judgment. When you told me you were pregnant I freaked out. I spoke to Grace about it and she told me shit about you. Said you weren’t actually pregnant with my child, said she saw you with another man. That’s why I didn’t believe you. I was hurt”
“You you don’t think I was? I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle with Grace”
“Your right. I’m a fucking dick for that and I’m sorry” this catches YN off by surprise. Tommy never apologises. Yet here he is apologising to her “YN I promise you I will do everything I’m my power to make it up to you” thinking about it YN decides to give him a chance.
Over the next few years YN forgives Tommy, they end up getting married and having more children together.
Ending 2- YN leaves Tommy alone and moves away
“I’m sorry Tommy. I can’t. You hurt me more than I ever thought could be possible. I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle down with Grace”
“YN she was never pregnant please let me explain”
“No Tommy. I’m moving away tomorrow. I will tell our child that their father was a good man, but couldn’t look after us. When they’re 18 they can choose whether they come to see you. Until then, this is goodbye” YN closes the door in front of Tommy and heads up to her bedroom for the final time here in Watery Lane.
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alwaysonthemend · 10 months
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Good Girl | SFK
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Author’s Note: Request from the lovely @bizzielisteningtogreta for some dom Sammy. Ask and you shall receive, my friend 🫡 This is unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. (I wrote this in one sitting so there’s probably a lot lmao)
Summary: After a night of relentless teasing, Sammy shows you who’s really in charge. 
Content Warnings: Cussing, talk of being drunk, edging, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. and f. receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom Sam. 18+ MINORS DNI
Word Count: 3590
Preview: 
“Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. And if you’re a good little girl for me, I’ll let you cum. Understood?” 
You nod quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 
“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 
“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 
“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 
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The thing is, you’d been asking for it all night. Sam was always so sweet to everyone, and he rarely got angry or upset – even when his brothers were being particularly annoying. Even in the bedroom, Sam is usually pretty soft – preferring to take his time and treat you “like the princess that you are,” as he often says. But there’s a darker streak in Sammy, brewing under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And sometimes, you just can’t help but to provoke him in the hopes of getting to him. And tonight you needed it. 
You’d started off pretty simple. The two of you were headed to a dinner party – an important one, where lots of influential executives would be present. It was a fancy event, and so you’d chosen to slip into a little dress that you know always drives Sam crazy. It’s the dress that you had worn on your first date with him, and it definitely carried with it some… pleasant memories of your first night together. You stood in front of your floor length mirror, admiring the way the dress accentuated your curves. You felt beautiful. And Sam was quick to agree with you. 
“You look divine, y/n.” He’d said, slinking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know I love this dress.” 
You turned your head and nuzzled into his cheek. 
“I know.” You said simply, before pulling away from him to grab your shoes. You made sure your back was to him as you leaned over, giving him a nice view of your ass. He hummed in approval before leaving to go and grab his keys. 
Your next opportunity arose during dinner. He was sitting next to you, his attention on some manager you didn’t know as the guy was sharing a very boring story about something or other. You reached your hand stealthily towards Sam, thankful that the tablecloth could cover what you were about to do, and placed your hand innocently on his thigh and squeezed. He turned to stare at you sharply, but you turned your head away – pretending not to notice as you asked Josh how his day had been. You couldn’t see Sam, but you could easily imagine the way his eyes were probably narrowing at you. 
Eventually, he looked away and you took the opportunity to slide your hand farther upwards, brushing your fingertips over his clothed dick. You felt him twitch in his pants and he slammed his knee into the underside of the table. You whipped your hand away as everyone turned to stare at him. 
“Sorry, guys.” He muttered, cheeks flaming.
You kept your eyes deliberately pointed away from him the rest of dinner, but you could practically feel the holes his eyes were burning into the side of your head. 
It didn’t take long for yet another chance to tease Sam arose. Danny had suggested that the band head out to a little bar down the road to spend some more relaxed quality time with each other. Life tended to get a little crazy for the boys, and they were often looking forward to getting to spend time with each other in places where things were a little more laid back. 
“Do you want to come with us?” He’d asked as you all rose from the table. 
“Only if you and the guys don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 
Sam smiled, the tension from earlier momentarily forgotten. 
“We’d love for you to come.” He grinned. 
He placed his large hands on your shoulders, sliding behind you to exit the cramped dining area. As he moved, you shifted your hips back into his, sliding your ass against his crotch. 
“Oh sorry, babe!” You said as he jerked back. “I didn’t realize you were trying to get around.” 
You turned from him quickly and began walking towards the door, glancing back for a moment to see him standing there, rooted in place with his jaw hanging open at you. 
“Coming?” You called. 
He shook his head and followed. 
The bar was a smaller place, far more intimate than the snooty restaurant where you’d eaten. It had a lounge area off to the side of the bar equipped with several tables and chairs and pool tables. Danny and Jake were quick to challenge each other to a round, and Josh declared he would play the winner. 
“Wanna play, y/n?” Sam asked, placing his drink down on the table. An idea – a terrible, wonderful idea began to take shape in your head. You slammed back the last of your drink before rising from your seat. 
“Sure! But I haven’t ever really learned how to play.” 
Sam grinned at you. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”
The two of you walked over to the other pool table and Sam pulled the triangle off its hook, placing it on the table and gathering up all the balls. You grabbed two sticks off their wrack on the wall and handed one to him. 
“First things first, someone has to break.” He said, rounding the corner of the table and settling into position. He struck the cue ball, sending all of the others rolling in different directions. A striped one sunk into the far right pocket. “And since I got a striped one in, I’ll be aiming for the striped ones for the rest of the game and you’ll be aiming for the solid ones.” 
He walked around the edge and lined his stick up again.
“If you make one in the pocket, you get to keep going until you miss.” 
You nodded, fighting to keep your face straight. 
“What about the black one?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and giving him your best innocent eyes. “Do you win if you get it in one of the pockets?” 
He hit the que again but none went in. 
“Not quite. You only try to sink the black one if you’ve gotten all of the others into a pocket. If you hit it in before that, you automatically lose.” He walked over to stand beside you. 
“Your turn.” 
You lowered yourself, purposefully getting too low and lifting the back end of the pool stick up high. 
“Like this?” 
“Not quite.” He laughed, coming up behind you and pushing the end of the stick down. “You wanna try and keep this as level as possible, otherwise you’ll hit too low on the ball and it won’t go straight.”
You nod and purposefully miss the que. 
“Fuck!” You exclaimed. “Sam, I don’t like this game at all!” You said, turning to face him with a laugh. 
“You’re just mad because you’re not automatically good at it.” He gave you a rueful smile. “Try again.” 
You got into position, again making sure to get too low towards the table. You drew back to try again but Sam stopped you with a hand on your elbow. 
“Wait. Try and straighten your posture a bit. That might help.” 
You shuffled your feet even closer to the table. 
“Like this?” 
“Like this” Sam said and he grabbed your waist and shifted you back slightly. You allowed him to maneuver your body into the proper position. He didn’t move away once you were settled and you took the opportunity to again shove your ass into his crotch, purposefully adding some force to it. Sam let out a choked groan as you struck the que, sinking one of the solids into the pocket. 
“Y/n…” Sam whispered dangerously in your ear, lips just barely grazing your skin. 
“I did it!” You cried, turning to face him in excitement, doing your best to act as though you had no idea what you had just done. Sam’s eyes met yours, ablaze with thinly concealed anger. You walked away from him, lining up to shoot again. You sunk two more balls in a row before missing the third. 
“You already knew how to play pool, didn’t you?” Sam asked, voice strained with frustration and annoyance. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said as you breezed past him to grab a sip of your drink. 
The game continued on, and everytime it was your turn you made sure to stick your ass out, allowing your dress to ride up on your thighs. You won easily, completely outclassing your distraught boyfriend. 
The night drew to a close with Jake completely drunk off his ass and Josh quickly catching up to him. 
“I guess I should take these two home.” Danny said, coming up to sit beside you as you watched the twins playing a drunken game of pool where neither of them had any chance of actually hitting the cue. Sam was sitting to your left, cooly sipping his drink with his free hand clenched in his lap. 
“Need some help? Josh and Jake are a handful when they’re not totally hammered.”
“Nah, I got ‘em. You and Sam go enjoy a night off.”
“Thanks, Dan.” You say as you rise to give him a hug. “Call if they get too hard to handle.”
“I will.” He laughed before turning to Sam to say goodbye. 
“Hey! Thing 1 and Thing 2!” You call, walking over to the pool table. “Me and Sammy are headed out!” 
Josh and Jake both turn to you, both voicing their disappointment at your departure. 
“Lame. The both of you.” Jake says, capturing you in a side hug. “You guys be good.” 
“Or be good at it.” Josh says, wrapping you in a goodbye hug of his own. He’s always a touchy drunk, and you allow the hug to go on longer than is usually deemed normal. You give him one last squeeze before extracting yourself from his grip. You turn away, only to be met with the angry face of Sam Kiszka. He strides over to you, eyes blazing, and grabs your wrist tightly. 
“Let’s go.” You comply, allowing him to drag you out the door. 
The car ride home is completely silent. Sam stares resolutely ahead, jaw clenched and his grip on the wheel tight. You stare at him a moment, admiring the way his hair frames his face. The moonlight accentuates his jaw, highlighting its sharpness. You look away, clenching your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. 
Sam pulls the car into the driveway of the house, and you exit the vehicle quickly. You unlock the door and step inside. As soon as the door closes behind you, Sam slams your back into the wall. You drop the keys and they make a loud clatter that seems deafening in the silence. 
“What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam asks through clenched teeth, leaning in close. You can feel his breath on you, he’s so close. 
“What do you mean?” You ask, the tremble in your voice betraying how excited you are.  
“You know exactly what I mean, y/n.” He says, reaching a hand up to rest on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is there if you misbehave even more.  
“First, you wear this damn dress,” he says, eyes raking up your body. “Then, you purposely embarrass me at dinner by pulling that little stunt under the table cloth. A dinner, I might add, that had a lot of very important people.” You whimper as he leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. “And then, you grind your ass into me not once, but twice!” He bites your earlobe lightly, the sting making even more wetness flood between your thighs. “Then,” he says, barely above a whisper, “you and I both know that you lied about not knowing how to play pool. Just so you could tease me even more.” 
“Sammy…” You whimper, your cunt throbbing with need. 
“Don’t “Sammy” me.” He growls, twisting you around and pressing you face first into the wall. “You don’t get to say anything – especially since you decided to top all this off by getting all touchy feely with my brother.” 
You whimper, pushing your hips back into him. You can feel his cock, hard and straining, through the fabric of his pants. 
“Nope.” He says, pulling away from you completely. “Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. Then, if – and only if, you’re a good little girl for me, will I let you cum. Understood?” 
You nodded quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 
“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 
“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 
“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 
You hastily clammer away from him, taking the stairs quickly up to your shared bedroom. You rip your clothes off before taking a seat on the bed. You wait. You can’t hear anything from downstairs and you wonder what he’s doing. You reposition, lying back against the headboard. Still, he doesn’t come up. You reach your hand between your thighs, seeking to soothe your aching pussy. You circle your clit a few times, eyes closing at the relief. 
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” 
Your eyes snap open and you rip your hand away from yourself. 
“No.” 
He raises an eyebrow at you. 
“No, sir.” 
He walks to the middle of the room and stops. He’s not taken any of his clothes off yet, and you can’t help but wish you could see more of him. He watches you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you all wet and needy. 
“Come here.” 
You rise, and pad over to him softly. 
“On your knees.” 
You do so, chest heaving with anticipation. You look up at him expectantly, but he says nothing. There’s a challenge in his eyes – a look that you rarely get to see on him. He’s waiting to see if you’ll take the bait. You have half a mind to say nothing. But you need him too badly to mess around anymore. 
“Need it, sir.” You say quietly, eyes begging. “Need you to fuck my mouth.” 
Sam smiles wickedly. 
“Well, do it then.” 
You nod and reach your hands up to his zipper slowly. You pull it down and unbutton his pants, sliding them down to his thighs. His cock is tenting his underwear, and you palm it, relishing the heat radiating off him. You slide his underwear down as well, just enough so that his cock springs free. He’s hard as a rock. You wrap your lips around him, sinking down on him as far you can go. Tears spring to your eyes but you don’t pull back. You use your hand to wrap around the base and begin bobbing your head. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. Sam reaches down and tangles his hand in your hair – the sting a welcome sensation. He starts off slow, little thrusts of his hips into your mouth. You groan, and the vibrations make him moan loudly. 
“So needy for it, aren’t you?” He asks. “So needy for my cock.” 
He begins to fuck into your mouth fully and your jaw aches with the effort. You flatten your tongue, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he moans your name. 
“Oh fuck.” He says lowly, before pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. 
“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, baby.” He says, pulling his pants and underwear back up. You comply, laying on your back and allowing your knees to fall open. He climbs onto the foot of the bed and sits on his knees between yours. You feel so exposed like this, completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on. But, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed feeling so vulnerable. 
“You don’t get to cum unless I say so, y/n.” 
“Yes, Sam.” 
He dives between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy, just barely grazing your clit, He presses a heavy arm over your belly, keeping you pinned to the bed. He suckles on your clit, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to rip itself from your throat.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all those filthy little noises fall from your mouth.” 
He swirls his tongue expertly around your swollen clit, before plunging it into you. You moan loudly, toes curling in pleasure. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you’re tempted to not say a word. But his warning from earlier plays through your mind so you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. 
“Sammy, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, throwing your head back in agony as he pulls his mouth from you. 
“Good girl.” He says, wiping his mouth. “Deciding to not be a brat for the first time tonight.” He chuckles before swiping his fingers through your folds. 
“You’re so wet, y/n. And all for me.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, savoring your sweet taste. 
“Only for you.” You say breathlessly, looking at him nestled between your thighs. 
Without warning, Sam sinks his middle finger into you, the burn quickly turning to pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. Before long, his index finger joins and he brushes your inner walls, finding that sweet spot that always drives you mad. Mewls and whines fall from your lips like prayers. Normally, you might be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, but your need to cum overrides any other thoughts you might have. He brings you to the edge once again, this time sensing it on his own and pulling back. Over and over again, he edges you – bringing you so close before pulling away completely. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you want to sob. You lose count of how many times he brings you to the precipice of falling apart. Tears run down your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing with the need to cum. 
“You’re doing so good for me, y/n. So good. Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” 
“Yes! Please, Sammy. Please.” You moan, hands clenching the sheets at your sides. 
“Ask nicely.” He tells you, his voice thick with his own desire. 
“Please, Sammy. Sir. Please let me cum.” 
“As you wish.” He says, and you could sob with relief. “But you’re gonna cum on my cock. And only after I do.” 
You nod vigorously as he undresses, tossing his clothes onto the floor. His dick is red and pearly drops of precum fall from the head. He slides the blunt tip of his cock through your folds, gathering the wetness there before plunging deep into you. You both moan as he bottoms out. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Feels so good around my cock.” 
“Move, Sammy.” You groan, “Please.”
Sam pulls almost completely from you before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a brutal pace, the power of his thrusts pushing you upwards each time. You wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his back to pull him even closer. His face is flushed and  little breathy moans fall from his lips. You’re completely gone, cock drunk and desperate. Sam’s thrusts grow erratic and sloppy as he pounds into you. Your mind is empty of thoughts other than Sam’s name and desperate little pleas fall from your mouth with every thrust. His brows are clenched together in concentration, cock sliding in and out of you at a relentless pace and you need to cum so bad you want to scream. Sam’s eyes move from your face contorted in pleasure to your sopping cunt. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you coupled with the desperate whines falling from your lips brings him to the edge. He moans as he finally cums, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. 
“Fuck. Shit.” He whines and your own orgasm tears through you. You let out a pornographic wail of his name as the pleasure courses through you. You clench around him, causing him to whimper as you milk him for every drop. 
The both of you just lie there for a moment, catching your breath. You’re both sticky with sweat and your releases. 
“You okay, baby?” He asks, slipping out of your abused cunt. “You did so good.” He brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. 
“Holy fuck, yeah.” You say breathlessly.
“Let me go get a towel to clean you up.” He says, rising from the bed. “Can I bring you anything? Food? Water?” 
“Nah, Just come cuddle.” 
He laughs and nods his head before heading into the master bathroom. He emerges a moment later with a damp washcloth and carefully cleans you up. 
“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard?” He says with concern, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. 
You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you, giving him another kiss. 
“I’m sure. Besides, I asked for it.” 
“You could’ve just told me that you wanted it like that, you know. Instead of messing with me all night.” He says, settling into bed beside you. 
“I could’ve.” You said, rolling on your side to face him. You tucked some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Sam laughs and shakes his head. 
“You’re a mess, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know. But you love it.”
He smiles softly. 
“Yeah. I do.” 
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looksm · 11 months
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daniel park x reader genre: smut warnings! virginity loss.. that's all???
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“this movie sucks.” you yawned resting your head of his shoulder. “what?! it’s just getting to the best part!” he pointed out yelling into your ears.
“stop! why are you so loud for?” you get away from his shoulder and sit right back to how you were sitting. he laughed it off and took another look at you, this time noticing on your choice of clothing.
it was a spaghetti strap shirt which fit tightly around your body. but something about that made him feel something, your breast were basically all in his face!
i mean, he did come over to your house without letting you know. all that training with gun was finally over so he was just happy to visit you again.
“danny?” it brought his attention back to your face, it had a concern look. “you alright?” you got closer to him making him freak out on the inside. “yeah im okay.” he warned, his eyes trailed down to your breast again, noticing your perky tits.
‘were you not wearing a bra?’ daniel thought, he looked back to the movie trying to calm himself down but it only keeps reminding him about your breast.
he felt embarrassed once he took notice AND felt that his dick rose up, you took notice of this and blushed surprisingly. this was a nightmare to him. he looked back at you to notice you weren’t staring at him but at something poking through his basketball shorts. “(y-y/n)?”
you looked back at him, “i-im so sorry danny!” you turned away from him. something took over his body and he suddenly took a hold of your hand which made you look back at him.
“danny, i think you should go home.” you were about to stand up when you felt his hand grip tighter on your arm. “(y/n)..” suddenly his lips were attached to yours.
he tasted sweet like the soda he was drinking just a while ago and the urge to kiss him more rose. he laid your back on the couch and straddle you making him on top of you.
his hand started tracing along your waist until it reached your sweatpants. “may i?” he asked stopping the kiss. you gave him a nod to continue, his hands went to the waistband and pulled down slowly till he finally got it off along with your underwear.
you closed your legs once you felt the cold air. “no need to be shy.” he reassured you, rubbing your thigh till you loosened up, he spread your legs open to see your glistening pussy. with the sight in front of him, he took his basketball shorts off and lowered his boxers and positioned himself of you.
“i dont have a condom..” he says. “my brother probably has one in his room, i’ll be back.” you stood up from the position and the couch and ran quicky to your brothers room to find a condom.
while you were away, he was pinching himself to test out if what was happening right now was real. after a minute of you looking for a condom, you return back to him on the couch.
“here..” you hand it to him awkwardly, you sat back down on the couch watching him tear the packet with his teeth.
lining the plastic with shaky hands to his cock and wrapping it around his letting out a hiss and a groan.
with a gulp he looks back at you, finally realizing what was about to happen, you lay back down on the couch and wait for him. with a shaky sigh, he lines himself up to your hole, rubbing himself on your folds making you whine when his tip would touch your clit.
“danny..” you breathed out, he pushes his tip in and lets out a moan, he was never experienced something tight around him like this and it was better than fisting himself.. you clamp down on him feeling the tip stretch you out.
“fuck...” he shaking voice rings in your ear. he slowly enters his cock all the way in you, slowly making sure you can adjust to him. “are you okay?” he asks seeing your face scrunch. “yeah.. you can move.” you sigh.
his first thrust was hard making you moan his name as he hit the spot. “fuck, i’m sorry.” he mumbled, he didn’t mean to go in hard but he just couldn’t help himself. “do it again” you tell him. he sees your face to see if you were uncomfortable but saw no signs of it. so he nodded to himself before slamming back inside you, liking the way you would clench around him.
daniel pulled out and slammed back in repeatedly, every thrust he made would get harder and harder which made you moan out profanity’s and his name. “danny!” your cute moans made him grip onto your waist surely leave a mark or two on your delicate skin due to how strong he was now.
leaving you to no mercy he went faster then he did before leaving you with shaky legs with too much pleasured on you. “im going to come!” you can barely say. “let it go..” he groans, getting ahold of your hand and holding it, he speeds up again and again till he felt your walls squeeze around him tightly making him come inside of you, you moan before releasing around him.
he pulls out after and wraps the condom he just used before laying his sweaty body on top of yours. both of you two trying to catch your breaths.
“we.. we should take a shower..” he suggested. “yeah.. we should.. i think you can.. borrow some of zach’s clothes..”
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incorrectbatfam · 1 year
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Batfam interacting and bonding with Bernard, if it's not too much to ask?
Dick: Hey, Bernard! Tim's not here right now. Bernard: That's fine, I can come back late— Dick: *drags Bernard inside* Dick: Sorry I didn't get around to it sooner, but I've been meaning to ask, what do you do? Bernard: Huh? Dick: What do you do for a living? How do you plan on paying for that engagement ring that you'll be getting Tim in ten years? Bernard: Ten years is a long— Dick: Speaking of rings, have you seen that new Lord of the Rings show? Barbara said I should skip it, but there's something weirdly amusing about bad shows, you know? Bernard: I've heard of— Dick: *tightens his grip on Bernard's shoulder* Dick: What's your favorite bad media, Bernie? Can I call you Bernie? Bernard: Actually, I prefer— Dick: Sweet. Anyway, Bernie, lemme show you my collection of Dreamworks movies that people claim are flops but are actually cinematic masterpieces. —————
Jason: This is the kitchen. It's where we keep the knives. Bernard: *sweats* ————— Damian: You must be my brother's lover. Bernard: Yeah, I guess. Damian: Do better. ————— Bernard: Wait, so everyone in your family is a vigilante? Duke: Pretty much. Even Jarro. Bernard: Who's Jarro? Duke, whispering: We don't talk about Jarro. ————— Bernard: Let me get this straight. Cullen: I've tried. It's best not to fight it. ————— Stephanie: You must be Bernard! I'm Steph. Bernard: You're Tim's ex, right? Stephanie: Oh, yeah, but don't worry, it won't be awkward. 'Cause you know what we got in common? Bernard: What? Stephanie: We're the only two people who know about eight-year-old Tim's Honey Boo Boo parody where he puts on his mom's dress and pretends to be a pageant princess called Timmy Toot Toot. Bernard: Proof or it didn't happen. Stephanie: *pulls out her phone* ————— Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Um, hi? Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Can I help you? Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Oh, you must be Cass! I'm Bernard. Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: *visibly uncomfortable* Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: I think I'll head out... ————— Bernard: Hey, sorry I'm late. Barbara, in front of her laptop: No worries, Bernard Dowd of 8255 Cypress Avenue, it's not your fault your Uber surreptitiously stopped at the Ben and Jerry's on Main Street for 11 minutes. That must have been frustrating, but at least you could use your 50% off coupon for a Cherry Garcia and only had to charge $2.65 to your MasterCard ending in 3363. ————— Harper: You know how to use a blowtorch? Bernard: No. Harper, handing him a blowtorch: You do now. ————— Carrie: Your name's Bernard? Bernard: Yep. Carrie: Why? ————— Kate: As an elder gay, I've always felt a tug of responsibility to protect my kin, and there's no baby gay more precious to me than Tim. Bernard: I'll treat him well. Kate: I know you will. But just in case, have you ever heard of the Secret Union of Toolbox Lesbians? Bernard: Can't say I have. What exactly, uh, do they do? Kate: Normally they go around fixing things. Cars, door hinges, you name it. But sometimes they'll take on... additional duties. Bernard, nervously: Like what? Kate: *squeezes his shoulder* Kate: I hear you're a fan of unsolved mysteries. Bernard: ————— Alfred: Take a seat. Master Tim will be out shortly. Bernard: Thanks. What are you cooking? It smells good? Alfred: Oh, just a traditional English soup. A diplomat once told me it was the best thing he ever had. Bernard: Really? Alfred: Indeed. Alfred, whispering: The secret is a little touch of arsenic. ————— Selina: You like cats. Bernard: Sure. Selina: This one's a keeper. ————— Bruce: You be good to Tim, or else. Bernard: I will, I promise. No need to gut me with a batarang. Bruce, confused: What are you talking about? Bernard: Nothing, don't worry about it. Bruce: I won't. Bernard: Phew. Bruce, sipping his coffee: But you should. ————— Tim: I'm so sorry about my family. Bernard: They're a lot, but it's okay. They remind me of you. Tim: Aw, I love you. Bernard: I love you too... Timmy Toot Toot.
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men2alien · 8 months
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Johnny swaggered across campus toward the frat house. Even though he had just emptied his balls into his roommate, he needed more, but this time he needs to unleash some of his kids with it. During the day the frat house was quiet, most brothers were at class or work. He heard noises coming from upstairs and strolled on up to find Brody and Doug in their shared bathroom. “Yo Johnny” said Brody as he gave Johnny a high five and a hug. Doug just nodded at Johnny and continued to check himself out in the mirror. “Whatcha guys getting ready for?” Johnny smirked as he checked them out. “I got us dates with these sexy twins” Brody replies, making hand motions in front of his pecs, indicating how big their breast are. “Sorry they aren’t triplets or I would have gotten you one” Brody says. “Nah man it’s cool I got some action earlier, it felt like I jizzed out my brains” Johnny said smirking. “You have to tell me all about it” Brody says. “I’ll just show you” Johnny says. Brody and Doug looked over, Johnny had dropped his pants revealing his hard cock. His balls were as fat as baseballs. Johnny moaned and black cum started to leak out then a thick slug. He held it in one hand and then did the same in his other hand. Johnny shoved one slug each into Brody and Doug’s mouth, smearing the black cum over their lips. Stunned and wide eye, they stared at each other as the slugs slid down their throats. “Wh-wh-what just happened?” Stuttered Doug. “You guys will join me” Johnny says as black cum leaks from the head of his dick. Brody and Doug stared at Each other as they grew hard. “So horny” mumbles Doug. “You will both cum your brains out so my young can take you over” Johnny says. Brody can’t help himself and begins to jerk off. Doug whimpers trying to fight it. “It feels so good. Better than sex” Brody moans. Doug twitches as he tries to fight it. His cock twitches and begins to leak. “B-bro s-s-stop, fight it” whimpers Doug. “I can’t. Feels too good and I’m too weak” Brody says and he jerks faster. He begins to sweat and moan. Eyes fluttering and hips thrusting. Brody mindlessly begins to drool and Johnny hands him a cup. Brody puts it to the edge of his cock. “Brody stop!” Yelled Doug. “DUUHHH!!” Yells Brody as his hips buck forward and he cums. Like a hose, filling up the cup. Doug watches in horror as Brody stumbles around with the full cup of cum. Johnny helps Brody, raising the cup to his lips. Brody begins to gulp it down and moan. As the last drop is swallowed, Brody smiles. “That felt so good!” Brody says. “We should help Doug here join us” Johnny said. Doug, standing still, twitching and sweating, pleaded for help, “please, don’t do this to me” he begged. Brody took Doug’s hand and lowered it to Doug’s dick. Doug shuttered and moaned at the touch. “According to Brody’s memories. Doug here told him something very personal that he enjoyed one time that could help him now” Brody said with a smile. “N-n-no please, oh gosh no!” Doug pleaded. Brody wiped some of the cum off his cock and smeared it around his finger. He lowered it behind Doug and slowly insert it into Doug’s butt. Doug moaned and began jerking fast. “That’s it buddy” Brody said as he continued to finger Doug. Doug began to sweat more and moan louder. Not stopping as his stroking increased, eyes fluttering, hips shaking. Finally, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as Johnny placed the cup on the top of his cock and Doug filled it up. After drinking it, Brody and Doug checked themselves out in the mirror. “Come on guys, this is just the beginning” Johnny said.
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cloveswifey · 10 months
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The trip ~ Rafe Cameron Series
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Pairings: enemy!Rafe x fem!reader
Type: Enemies to lovers
| Part 2 |
The next morning, Y/N woke up with a start. She remembered that she had accidentally fallen on Rafe last night while they were sleeping. She felt terrible about it and knew that she had to apologize to him.
"Hey, Rafe, I'm really sorry about last night," Y/N said, approaching him.
"What are you talking about?" Rafe replied, looking at her with a confused expression.
"I fell on you while we were sleeping. I'm really sorry about that," Y/N explained.
Rafe let out a laugh. "You're apologizing for that? That's pathetic, Y/N."
"Well I just thought.." Y/N tried to speak but got cut off,
"You're apologizing for something so little. It's not a big deal. You're being ridiculous," Rafe said, still laughing.
Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Rafe was making fun of her for apologizing.
"I don't think it's ridiculous to apologize when you've done something wrong," Y/N said, trying to hold back her tears.
"Wrong? You didn't do anything wrong. You just fell asleep and happened to fall on me. It's not a big deal," Rafe said, still laughing.
"It's not about whether it's a big deal or not. It's about taking responsibility for your actions," Y/N replied.
"Taking responsibility for your actions? You sound like a textbook, Y/N," Rafe said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm sorry that I'm not as cool and carefree as you are, Rafe," Y/N said, feeling her anger rise. "But I believe in being accountable for my actions, no matter how small they are."
Rafe let out a sigh. "Fine, you win. You're the responsible one. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"It's not about winning or losing, Rafe. It's about doing the right thing," Y/N said, feeling a sense of relief that the argument was over.
"Whatever you say, Y/N," Rafe said, still chuckling.
Y/N knew that Rafe was still making fun of her, but she decided to let it go. She didn't want to argue anymore. She knew that she had done the right thing by apologizing, and that was all that mattered.
Y/N and Sarah were walking through the streets, enjoying the sunshine and the hustle and bustle of the city. They were on their way to the shops, but Y/N was feeling a little down.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" Sarah asked, noticing her friend's expression.
"It's Rafe. He's been a dick again," Y/N replied, sighing.
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, concerned.
"He's just been really dismissive and sarcastic. It's like he doesn't care about anything I say," Y/N explained.
"My brothers such a dick! Have you talked to him about it?" Sarah asked.
"I tried, but he just brushed it off. He said that I was being too sensitive," Y/N said, feeling frustrated.
"That's not fair. You have a right to your feelings," Sarah said, giving her friend a comforting pat on the back.
As they walked, Y/N couldn't help but keep thinking about Rafe. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice when they bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going," a voice said, and Y/N looked up to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of her.
"Oh, it's you," Rafe said, looking at Y/N with a smirk.
Y/N felt her anger rising. She was still upset with Rafe, and she didn't want to deal with him right now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Y/N said, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Of course you didn't. You were too busy thinking about something else," Rafe said, still smirking.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush with anger. She couldn't believe that Rafe was still being so dismissive of her feelings.
"Look, Rafe, I don't want to argue with you right now. Can we just go our separate ways?" Y/N asked, feeling her voice shake a little.
"Fine by me," Rafe said, shrugging.
As Rafe walked away, Y/N felt a sense of relief. She didn't want to deal with Rafe right now. She just wanted to enjoy her day with Sarah.
"Can you talk to him? He's been a real jerk lately," Sarah whispered to her boyfriend as he caught up with Rafe. Then, turning to Y/N, she asked, "Are you okay?" with a concerned look on her face.
"I'm fine. Let's just forget about Rafe and enjoy our shopping trip," Y/N said, giving her friend a small smile.
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coffeebeans18 · 2 years
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Think You Can Take Us Both?
Sam and Dean Winchester Smut
I'm definitely going to hell after writing this absolute masterpiece.
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Summary: Y/n's been admitted to a hospital for sex addicts, run by Sam and Dean Winchester.
Pairings: Doctor!Sam x Patient!Y/n, Doctor!Dean x Patient!Y/n
Not wincest, being that Sam and Dean aren't intentionally being sexual with each other. Just with Y/n.
Warnings: Patient/doctor abuse, Size kink, Degrading kink, Sex addiction.
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No One's POV
It was a seemingly normal Thursday afternoon for Y/n. Or at least, it was normal considering that she's in a hospital for sex addicts. She's in Dr. Dean's office for her daily therapy session. Even though Y/n has therapy every day, her sex addiction only seems to be getting worse. Her need for sex isn't getting better, like Dr. Sam and Dean had hoped. Y/n was one of the people they had seen hope for. They hoped that Y/n would get better, but she's been in this hospital for 6 months and still, no progress.
Y/n's POV
I'm in another stupid therapy session, with Dr. Winchester. I hate these therapy sessions. They don't make my need for sex any weaker. Probably because my therapist is one sexy son of a bitch. His brother's pretty hot, too. They're this hot and decided to open up a sex addict hospital?
"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."
"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."
I nod, looking into his green eyes. I want him to fuck me senseless while making direct eye contact with me, making me stare into those perfect eyes. How does someone get blessed with such perfection?
"You're addiction, it's not getting any better. Most patients we've had have gotten better within a few weeks, or maybe one or two months."
"So?"
"You've been here for 6 months, Y/n. We need to find a fix for you. My brother and I, we've talked about your case multiple times. And we just can't seem to understand why you're still here. Why you're not getting any better."
Because I want you and your brother to do unholy things to me. I want you to make me scream your names. I want you to shoot hot cum into my pussy. I wanna bob my head up and down on your dicks. I wanna-
"Y/n, you're doing it again."
"Huh? Doing what, doc?"
"Giving me that look. My brother and I have talked about that, too. The looks you give us. Is there anything you wanna say?" He asks while standing up from his desk.
He walks around his desk and stands in front of it, in front of my chair. I can't help but look at his dick. Or, his bulge, being that unfortunately, he's wearing pants.
"God, you really are a slut, aren't you? I mean, you get admitted to a hospital for sex addicts and you eye up your doctors? You really do have a problem, don't you. Or maybe, you just wanna get laid."
What?
"What? You can't talk to your patients like this."
"I can when my patient's a massive slut."
He walks over to the door of his office and opens it.
"Excuse me a minute, please."
Dean's POV
I'm on my way to go get Sam, so that we can talk to my patient together. "Talk". We've both had a thing for her for a while now and I think it's time something got done about it. She's a sex addict anyway, so does it really matter if we fuck her? When I get to Sam's office, I find him talking to one of his patients.
"You're doing great, Marie. You should be able to go home in no time. I'll see you same time tomorrow. Ok?"
The girl nods and leaves my brother's office.
"Dean, what's up?" He asks as he notices me standing in the doorway.
"You remember that talk we had about my patient? Y/n?"
"Of course. The hot chick that's probably never leaving."
"Yeah, that one. I was thinking, since she's addicted to sex, and we both wanna do her, why not now?"
"What? Seriously?"
"Hell yeah. I mean, I don't have another therapy session for about an hour and a half."
"The things we could do to her in an hour and a half." He says with a smirk.
"So, you in?"
"Hell yeah, I'm in."
We both start heading back to my office, where Y/n's hopefully still waiting for me. Once there, we find her still waiting in her chair. We both walk in and I close the door to my office.
"Alright, Y/n, Sam's got a few questions for you. Then you'll be done for the day."
"Questions? What questions?"
"Just some simple questions." He says, looking at her with a seductive look in his eyes.
"Um, ok."
"So, first question. Think you can take us both?"
Her eyes light up as she looks between us, trying to see if we're messing with her.
"I'm sorry, take you?"
"As in, in the pussy, the ass, the mouth." I speak up.
Y/n's POV
I'm not sure what game Dr. Winchester's playing, but if he's being serious, I wanna play along. I'd take both of these men in every hole I've got. Pussy, ass, mouth. All of them.
"Of course I can."
Dr. Sam walks to my chair and squats down to my level. He drags his thumb on my bottom lip, which is turning me on, as if I wasn't already already turned on. This man's like twice my size. That's a huge turn on for me. He's huge and he could so many unspeakable things to me.
"You wanna suck my dick, slut?"
I nod, anxiously hoping that he's being serious. I look over and see Dr. Winchester locking the door to his office. I don't think they're messing me. Dr. Sam starts unbuckling his belt and once he's done, he undoes his pants and pulls out his massive cock. He teases the tip on my lips before I open my mouth to take him in.
"You're a good little whore, aren't you?"
I nod as I take his full length into my mouth and start sucking. It might be huge, but it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'm sucking Sam's dick while he pulls on my hair, making me moan in pleasure.
"Dean, you should get in on this. She's good."
I'm tearing up a little, because Sam's so big, but it's nothing I can't handle. While I'm not really paying attention, he slips out of my mouth, causing me to whine a little, and Dean steps in front of me.
"Stand up."
I do what he says and he undoes his belt and pants. Both men pull their pants and underwear down, revealing their large cocks, which I can't look away from. Who'd wanna look away from this? It's like I'm in some kind of dream. The best dream ever.
"Take your clothes off, sweetness."
I follow his instructions again and take my clothes off. Most people would feel some kind of shame or embarrassment, but I don't. I only feel the urge to let these very large men use me.
"She's beautiful, ain't she, Sammy?"
"A beautiful little slut."
"You wanna get fucked by the both of us, don't you, slut?"
"Yes, doctor."
"It's Dean, today, whore."
"Ok, Dean."
"And he's Sam, today."
"And we're not gonna hurt you. We're only gonna gonna satisfy the needs you've been feeling."
I don't know how, but I ended up on Dean's desk, with his dick inside my pussy, and Sam's in my mouth. I'm not complaining. Like, at all. When I got admitted here, I was absolutely furious. Why would my best friend send me to a place like this? But now, now I'm beyond thankful that he sent me to this place. And I never wanna leave. With hot doctors that fuck you, why would I wanna go anywhere?
Sam's POV
I'm about to cum in her mouth and I guarantee she's gonna love it. That's why she's here, isn't it? Because she likes sex too much. She's addicted to it. She's here to get help and that's all we're doing. Helping her. Helping her satisfy her needs. Her aches for us. This pretty little mouth has been aching to suck me off since the day she laid eyes on me. And I'm only satisfying her needs. As her doctors, that's our job. To satisfy her needs.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut."
She lets out a groan that sounds almost excited as I let go in her mouth. Her throat clenches around my dick as she swallows what I just spurt into her.
"My turn." Dean says as he releases into Y/n, who's absolutely loving every second of this.
She's probably dreamed of it since day one. She lets out a loud moan as she cums all over Dean and the floor. I'm so glad these doors are sound proof.
"Switch." I say and we switch places.
Now it's my turn to make her cum while she sucks Dean off. I line myself up with her entrance and slowly slip inside her pussy. I'm aware of how big I am and how small she is. While she's addicted to sex and has probably been through bigger dick than mine, I don't wanna hurt her. I wanna be careful with her. This pussy's to pretty to hurt. Once I'm all the way inside her, she moans happily against Dean's dick.
"You're living your dream right now, aren't you, you little whore?"
She lets out a faint "yes" as she can't speak clearly because her mouth is...kinda busy at the moment. After Dean's cum in her mouth, he comes over to me and slips two fingers passed my dick, into Y/n's pussy, stretching her to make room for him.
Y/n's POV
This is fucking awesome. I've got two dicks inside my pussy and I'm living my dream. This, right here, what's happening right now. This is all I need in life. Not food or water or coffee or whatever the fuck else. I only need to be fucked senseless by these two men, at the same time.
"I'm gonna cum." I moan so that they both know I'm about to cum on both of their dicks.
"Cum, sweetness. Cum hard on our dicks."
I do what he says and let go. I cum hard on both of their cocks and they moan in pleasure. They fuck me until they both cum as well. Then they both slip out of me and put their pants back on.
"You should get cleaned up, Y/n. My next patient's gonna be here soon."
"Y/n?"
"Y/n?"
No One's POV
"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, snapping Y/n out of her day dream about...well, you know what it was about.
"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."
"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."
Tags: @supraveng Might not be what you were expecting, but I'll most likely write more of these.
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kaicubus · 2 years
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Dating Cameron James
Warnings : none.
fem!reader x Cameron James from 10 things I hate about you
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- When Cameron first saw you as the new boy at Padua, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.  He was absolutely enchanted by you, and his friend Micheal was scared for his buddy’s life.  See, thing is, Y/n Donner is the sister of Joey Donner, and shes been robbed of a high school romance ever since she exited 8th grade and even then shes never been in a romantic relationship before because of her protective older brother.  Cameron couldn't help but block Micheal’s frantic explanation of this as he stared at you passing by. 
- Cameron’s idea of talking to you was to have Micheal talk to Joey to maybe allow you to talk to boys let alone date them.  But as he reported back, it didn't go well.
“I have a dick on my face, don’t I?” “Huh, what? Sorry, does Y/n always wear those earrings? Gold // Silver really suits her.”
- He often bumps into things while staring at you and utterly embarrasses himself.  For example : He accidentally breaks your science project without knowing its yours while walking in because you're wearing a new top.
“Sorry, this...stupid project got in my way.” He laughs and scratches the back of his head.
“That’s mine.” You reply blankly.
“DID I SAY STUPID?? I MEANT SPECTACULAR! STRIKING! PICTURESQUE EVEN!”
- You like learning languages? He’ll learn the current one you're most interested in and try and teach you too.  You like the guitar?  He’ll learn your favorite song and play it when you're around just to impress you.  You like reading?  He’ll check out any book you’re interested in and everything by the same author.
- It’s a dated term, but Cameron is a total simp for you and everything you do.
- Once, he brought you flowers and was really shy about the whole thing, scratching his neck with a dopey grin as he looked at you through his lashes.  You were about to thank him but then Joey came up behind him and beheaded all of them in front of you both.  He didn’t bring you flowers for a long time after that, at least around Joey.
♡ Despite what Joey warns you about, Cameron is the sweetest boyfriend ever.  Granted, he’s your first, but he’s still the SWEETEST.  He’s like a little puppy dog who wants to know everything about you.  He’s so eager to go places with you and see life through your big, beautiful eyes.  He’s just so enamored by you.
♡ He absolutely adores holding your hand and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles to just feel how real you are and how lucky he is to have you as his girlfriend.
♡ Even when you two are official, he is still madly in love with you and practically worships the ground you walk on.  It’s almost like you guys never got past the honey moon or teenagers in love phase because with him it feels like constantly walking on clouds.
♡ He’ll hold doors open for you, pull chairs out and push you in, hold your hand as you walk up on a curb, walk near the road so you don’t have to.
♡ Cameron listens to everything you say.  He remembers every. single. detail. even when you don't remember what you told him, he never fails to surprise you when he brings something up from 3 months ago. 
“Here.”
“Hm? What’s this?”
“The uh, the pearl necklace you said you wanted?”
“Pearl necklace?  We talked about that WEEKS ago?”
“Yeah! And I saved up enough money to buy one, authentic, just for you.  Here, let me put it on for you.”
♡ PET. NAMES. Baby, princess, darling, literally any name in the book and it’s so sweet it sickens you.
♡ He’s not strong, but if anyone comments on you negatively he’s not gonna hesitate to toss them around, or at least give them firm talking to...
♡ Grins from across the hall as he’s at his locker and you're walking to your next class.
♡ As much as he hates to admit it, he’s painfully insecure which means he has his jealous moments.  If he sees you with another guy, he automatically assumes the worst and gives you the silent treatment until you finally corner him and asks him what’s up.  He avoids the question until you kiss his cheek and he’s right back to normal.
♡ When you guys kiss, he never fails to find the small of your back and catch your waist and dip you a little bit backwards like straight out of a cheesy romance movie.  He would know.
♡ Regardless of what you’re wearing or what you look like, Cameron never fails to compliment you with sweet words and soft touches on your face or hands.  No matter how you embarrassed or shy you get, he’s adamant on making you feel good about yourself. 
♡ Joey always interrupts your guys’ dates, he’s like that annoying younger brother who’s nosy about everything except he’s older than you.  All Cameron wants to do is get along with him so things aren’t so awkward.
“What are you doing here, wet nap?” Joey insults.
“Uhm, I’m here to pick Y/n up.  We’re going on our lunch date, did she tell you?”
“Yeah, she wouldn't stop talking about it.”
“Joey! Cameron, don’t let him call you wet nap.  What kind of insult is that?”
“Look at him, look at how he’s dressed.” Joey nods his head in disapproval and kisses his teeth, making a hissing sound, “Looks like a wet napkin.”
“Bye Joey.” You huff in annoyance, shoving your boyfriend out the door. “B-Bye Joey!” Cameron says before you shut the door.
♡ You love pointing out how much he smiles around you, just to tease him and all, but he always admits he’s most happy when you're around. 
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Cain and Abel Wept 4/?
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Not gonna lie, I'm not too proud of this chapter, but I needed a way to transition. I will say, the repealing of the Anti-ecto laws is going to be more background. I want to mostly focus on the emotional and angst/comfort. So, while the rest of the fic is gonna have the Justice League trying to destroy the GIW, I'm also going to mostly focus on the families getting to know each other. Don't except a quick fix between Damian and Danny. I will say, Jason and Danny being besties is one of my fave tropes so that's gonna happen here
Jason would be the first one to admit he came back wrong.
(As if coming back from the dead was ever right.)
He was more violent, easier to anger, and he swore that sometimes he felt invisible eyes on him even if he couldn’t truly see anything.
(They looked like afterimages, smoke in the wind as it disappeared.)
Jason knew deep down that Danny wasn’t lying.
Lazarus green eyes stared at them; the room chilled enough that, had he not been wearing the helmet, Jason would be able to see his breath. The lights flickered, and he swore Danny’s shadow turned into something monstrous for half a second.
Something deep in Jason’s chest called out to whatever Danny was signaling. Danny looked at Jason with knowing eyes.
“You and I are similar, revenant.”
Every other member of Jason’s family fell to their knees or covered their ears in pain. The Fenton’s had different reactions.
While the two parents flinched, the daughter’s, Jasmine, eyes glowed. She didn’t seem perturbed by the sounds her brother was making. Sounds whose meanings Jason couldn’t understand with his ears but from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Only the dead can understand this language. Or those like us, those who have died and come back. That’s why you can understand me, revenant.”
Jason was never gladder for his helmet than he was now, “he’s telling the truth. He’s dead, or at least he’s like me.”
Batman frowned.
“Akhi, did you die when I—when…?”
Danny shook his head, “No, it was close, but no. Mother always had someone following us, it seemed. He bandaged me up and then called mother. She faked my death and said I could never return to the League as I would be sentenced to death as a traitor.”
Damian took a deep, rattling breath. Jason had never seen the kid cry so much as he had today.
“No, I died in an accident. Only it didn’t kill me the whole way. I’m Schrodinger’s boy. Half dead, half alive. Half human,” a bright light suddenly blinded them, “half ghost.”
“How,” Bruce asked (not Batman, Bruce), “how did you die?”
Impossibly the room got colder. Frost started appearing on the windows, and Jason felt like a predator had targeted him.
“Never ask a ghost how they died,” Danny said in a deadly tone.
Both Fenton parents stepped in front of Danny on the defensive.
“It’s rude to ask how a ghost died,” the mother answered.
“It’s traumatic and can cause a ghost emotional damage. Please refrain from asking that; if Danny brings it up later, that’s up to him,” the father said in a low voice.
The older sister put her arms around her trembling younger brother.
Jason couldn’t help but feel like shit. Jason wanted to go up to the boy and protect him from Bruce, from anyone who would harm him physically or emotionally. Jason felt the familiar twinge of green forming around his vision.
They threaten your King; eliminate them!
“Peace, revenant. Thank you for wanting to defend me, but there’s no danger here yet.”
Jason calmed at the kid’s words (sounds?). He saw his family (minus Bruce and Damian) looking at Jason with worry in their gazes.
He shook his head at Dick’s silent question. Jason didn’t know what had come over him. Jason looked at Danny; he only knew the kid was important to him (to the dead).
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” Bruce said, “But why would you think we were going to arrest you?”
Maddie and Jack reluctantly let Danny go in front of them. They kept a hand on each of Danny’s shoulders, and both elder Fenton had the other hand hovering over their suits, no doubt to weapons only they knew about.
“You’re part of the Justice League, aren’t you? Hell, not just a part of it, a founder. And the Justice League upholds the law no matter what,” Danny said bitterly, “My very existence is against the United States of America laws. I’m an ecto-entity. Under the Anti-Ecto Acts, I’m neither sentient nor sapient, which means I have no rights. I can be captured and experimented on without prejudice.”
Danny looked straight at Jason, and Jason felt a chill over him (someone walking over my grave), “So can you, by the way. You’re lucky they haven’t found you. It could be because you’re in Gotham, but,” Danny shrugged.
 “We would never do that,” Damian yelled out, his arm waved in a single cutting motion to punctuate his point, “Justice doesn’t always mean abiding by the law. Father was a vigilante before there were laws protecting what he did! Why would you think we would turn you over to be experimented on?”
Danny looked at Damian with sad eyes, “I never thought my younger brother would stab me, yet, that came to be, didn’t it, Dami?”
Damian looked as if someone had stabbed him in the chest.
Jasmine got in front of Danny, “It’s like Danny said earlier: what else were we to think when we saw all of you, who are affiliated with the Justice League, coming after us like you would you’re, what are they called, rogue gallery?”
“I apologize for that,” Bruce said remorsefully, “I saw you were leaving. I had just found out another son had been hidden from me,” Bruce’s voice broke. “I didn’t think; I reacted. We reacted. I didn’t want to risk losing you again. Not when I just found out about your existence.”
Bruce stepped forward; the small family in front of them stepped back. Bruce stilled completely.
“Listen, we all fucked up, not just B,” Dick said, trying to do damage control, “We aren’t going to turn you in to any government branch; you aren’t criminals. We—we just wanted to get to know our newest family member.”
Danny looked straight at Dick, “The Fentons are my family.”
Dick smiled, “You can have more than one family. Besides, the more, the merrier! You don’t have to be buddy-buddy with us right away. But we do want to help. How about we start with these Anti-Ecto Act laws.”
Dick sat down, his body language open, his smile a bit feral, “So tell us. What exactly are they?”
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Against his parents’ better judgment, Danny decided to trust his bio family, at least with the help of the repeal of the Anti-Ecto Act laws.
As soon as Bruce and the rest of the Batfamily (?) found out about the laws, they set up an emergency meeting with the Justice League to repeal them.
Danny didn’t trust them enough to stay in the same city as them, let alone the same living area.
“Akhi, please, we can protect you in Gotham. We can help you and,” Damian swallowed nervously, “and I missed you,” he confessed.
Danny wanted to tell Damian, ‘no, you don’t get to play that card. You had your chance, and you blew it. You almost killed me…You betrayed me.’
Looking at his brother’s red-rimmed eyes and semi-hopeful stare, Danny couldn’t.
Damian had been a kid.
So was I; it’s not fair!
Danny turned to his small family, “It’s up to you, sport. We’ll do whatever you want.”
“Little brother, it’s about being together and being safe. Whatever you want.”
What did Danny want?
Once upon a time, he wanted to be a normal child. He wanted to play with his little brother without fear. Danny wanted not to have to kill.
Now, he just wanted to survive.
Europe would’ve been the best option. Staying in the US was suicide. Danny knew the GIW wouldn’t go silently even if the Justice League started repealing. He also knew that the best way to make the laws disappear was if he helped Batman and the Justice League however he could.
You can do that from Europe.
Danny bit his lip. He wanted to be safe; he wanted to be selfish.
“We’ll stay in Gotham, but I refuse to go to your place.”
“That’s fine,” Damian quickly assured him, “right, father?”
Batman nodded, “Yes, I have a penthouse in the city you can stay. You can stay in this safehouse if you’d like. I’d have to stock it up. We could even find a way to set you up in school.”
“No!” All the Fentons yelled.
The other family was surprised at the vehement denial.
“We’re sorry,” Maddie apologized, “A government organization is hunting Danny. If we try to enroll him, they’ll find him quickly. It’s best if we lay low.”
“Yes, of course, we will deal with that, I promise.”
Batman turned to Danny, “If there’s anything you need, anything at all,” he took out a card and a cell phone, “call me.”
Danny nodded.
“I think we should stay here,” his mom said, “since we’re staying in Gotham, I’d rather be a bit far away from the city, if possible.”
“Of course. If you want, we can talk while the children get to know each other.”
Danny looked at the merry band of furries; sure, children.
Except for Red Robin and Damian, everyone else seemed to be an adult.
Danny’s eyes went back to the revenant. He really should talk to the guy one on one. Let him know what’s going on and maybe cure that disgusting contaminated ectoplasm.
Danny’s parents’ left with Batman, but Jazz stayed behind with Danny.
Nightwing smiled from where he sat, and Damian fidgeted. The rest of them didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves.
Let the awkwardness begin.
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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years
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Hello Friend, I’m back with idea for another Frankie story.
Dating Frankie is a dream isn’t it? But what if he do not want us, his gorgeous chubby girl, introduces to his friends? Little bit angst ✨
Us thinking he is ashamed of us and he thinking that if she met them she would fall for them instead of him because he still do not understand how she can date him, even they are not too deep in their relationship. Santiago is the one who has successful business, Benny is great fighter and Will is the most handsome fit guy and charming as a bonus. But we want to meet people who are important to Frankie because we wanted the relationship to work not to flirt with his friends. Maybe a little for fun but never to hurt our bby Frankie.
In the end they both find out they are idiots in love.
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Am I happy to follow up on Frankie and his girl? Yes 🙌 thank you nonnie 🥰 sorry this took so long hope you enjoy ☺️
Insecurities
Part 2 to Want to get outta here?
Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, PinV sex, fingering, insecurities, angst, Frankie being a dick, cursing, fluff.
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
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That night at the bar had changed everything. You’d met the love of your life, it that he knows that yet - you have been too afraid to say anything. He had told you about all his past relationships - about how they nearly all cheated on him, leaving him broken-hearted. You wouldn’t do that.
Frankie kept his word after that night and brought you on your first date the following weekend - dinner at his favourite restaurant in town, followed by a night of amazing sex. God that man worshipped you. You’ve never known pleasure like it. It didn’t matter that you had thicker thighs than most girls or you had belly rolls - that man fucking loved it. Frankie made you feel like you were the prettiest girl around. Life was great.
This weekend was gonna be your six-month anniversary and you wanted to organise something to celebrate. A BBQ at Frankie’s place would be perfect, it would also double up as you meeting his friends for the first time - something you had been pushing for, for quite some time.
When you first broached the subject, Frankie had stiffened below you and gave you some shitty excuse about them being super busy; one you didn’t believe. Haven got their numbers from his phone last week, you proceeded to text them - inviting them over this Saturday - and they all got back with a resounding, yes. You just hoped this didn’t backfire.
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Giving everything a once over, a knock on Frankie’s front door startles you. You take a deep breath trying to quell the nerves that racked through you. Your hand slowly reaches for the handle and when you open the door, you're pulled into a tight hug.
“Well look at you beautiful, where the fuck has Fish been hiding you?”
“Jesus Benny, will you put her down? Hi, I’m Will and this shithead is my baby brother Benny.” Once Benny puts you down you proceed to shake Will’s hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you say as you close the door behind them. “Santi should be here soon, he just finished up work.”
“Perfect. I hope Frankie doesn’t mind that I organised all this, it’s our six-month anniversary and I wanted to meet you guys.” Benny fishes around the fridge for beer and Will makes his way outside to help set up the BBQ. “We’ve been asking a fish to meet you for ages but it’s always ‘yeah soon’ shit like that.”
Your doubts and insecurities begin to seep into your bones again. What if doesn’t want you to meet his friends? What if he’s embarrassed by you? What if he doesn’t think your relationship is as serious as you? Benny hands you a beer and you quickly shake those thoughts from your head.
“Want me to start up the grill?” Will asks as he takes a slug of his beer. “Oh, yeah that would be great actually. Thank you.”
“No problem.” The sound of a car pulling up catches everyone’s attention and Benny's face breaks out into a huge smile. “That would be Santi, I’ll let him in.” Oh! The nerves were back. This was Frankie’s best friend. What if he didn’t like you?
The sound of laughter filters through the hall and you find yourself looking for something to do so you head out back to join Will. He’s nice. Easy to talk to and he proceeds to ask how you like your steak when the sound of Benny’s loud voice breaks the conversation.
“Look who finally decided to show up.” Santi pulls Will into a hug before pulling back and locking eyes with you. “This beautiful creature must be Y/N. Frankie has told me so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “He loves you, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you say as your cheeks heat. “No, trust me, he does. I’ve never seen him this happy.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Everyone turns to the patio door where Frankie now stands. His face is blank, eyes cold but anger seeps off him in waves. He’s pissed.
“I invited the guys over, I hope you don’t mind, I just wanted to…” you stop when Frankie closes his eyes, pinching the bright of his nose as he lets out a huff of frustration. Santi, feeling the tension walks over to Frankie and claps him in the back, “come on Fish, Will has the food almost cooked. Grab a beer and take a seat.”
Frankie nods and heads inside to grab a beer before coming back outside and taking a seat. His eyes avoid you the entire time and he takes a seat beside Santi, leaving you to sit beside Benny.
“Grubs up.”
***
A worrisome feeling settles in your stomach as everyone sits and eats. The guys are all lovely and they include you in conversation as much as possible but Frankie still hasn’t looked at you. He’s never behaved like this with you and you feel nauseous at the thought that you’ve done something wrong.
Shuffling out of your seat, you offer to grab more beers and quickly make your way inside releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You take the beers out of the fridge and a deep voice startles you. “What the hell is going on? Why did you invite them here?”
“It’s our six-month anniversary and I just thought it would be nice to meet your friends, I….”
“Don’t you think if I wanted you to meet them, I would have done it already? How did you even get their numbers?” His words cut you like a knife and the way he’s looking at you - like you’ve broken his trust somehow, he might as well grab the knife and twist it in your gut.
“I got them from your phone last weekend when you were making dinner. Frankie, I didn’t think it…” He laughs then, but it’s not his usual warm hearty laugh. It’s almost sinister.
“That’s the problem isn’t it, you didn’t think. What, you thought you could bring my friends over and wear a skimpy dress like that and maybe get their attention? Is that it?”
Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. This isn’t the Frankie you know and love. He would never speak to you like this. “What? No! Frankie, I would never…”
“Save it. If you want to fuck one of them, go ahead. I saw you flirtin’ with Pope when I walked in, maybe he can fuck you just how you like.” He had started moving toward you now and you hadn’t realised he had backed you into the corner of the counter.
You try to calm him, moving your hand out to gently touch his chest but he grabs your wrist stopping you. “You're just like the others. Use me until something better comes along.”
“Frankie, I love you. I don’t want anyone else.” You try to convey all your emotions through the warmth on your face but his eyes are glazed over with anger. He isn’t listening to reason tonight.
“Hey man, that’s enough! Y/N only wanted to meet us and she wasn’t flirting with me. She had eyes for you.” Frankie turns around with a snarl on his face and points his finger at Santi. “You always want what you can’t have, Pope. It was the same with Sophia back in high school.”
You can’t take any more of this as the tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You move out of the kitchen while Frankie is distracted and grab your coat and bag and leave. He won’t even notice I’m gone.
“Fuck Fish that was years ago and technically she was mine first. I wasn’t after Y/N, and even if I was, she loves you, man. Lord knows why if this is how you behave around her, but she’s not like the others. She’s besotted by you and the only one you can’t see is you.”
“Guys!” Frankie and Santi continue to argue until Benny shouts louder. “Guys!”
“What?” They both say in unison. “She’s gone.”
“Fuck! What have I done?”
***
You’d taken your car and driven out to the lake, to the spot where Frankie had taken you one time on a date. You just needed to clear your head.
He’s never been like this before. You knew about his past. About all his exes and about his time in the army. About his cocaine usage. None of it mattered. Not until now at least. Did he not trust you?
Tears run down your cheeks as a sob escapes your throat. The moon is high in the sky tonight and it shines off the water. It’s beautiful.
“You’re beautiful.” You gasp as Frankie’s deep voice startles you. When the fuck did he get here? You turn away from him, eyes fixed on the water. He’d hurt you and you couldn’t look at him right now.
He slowly approaches and sits down on the grass beside you. You can feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your face but you refuse to look at him. “I’m sorry baby. I…didn't mean anything I said back there…I-I just…fuck. I just came home and I saw you talking to Pope and you were laughing and I just…I saw all my exes and how they all cheated and I saw red.”
“You don’t trust me, Frankie. I don’t think you ever have and this won’t work if we don’t have trust.” Panic sets in and Frankie moves closer, his hand grazing the skin on your thigh. “Baby please…I-I don’t deserve you. That’s the truth. You are too good for me and I’m scared you’re gonna wake up one day and realise that.”
Taking a deep breath you turn your head towards him and you can see the sadness in his eyes as they look about towards the water. “Is that why you never wanted me to meet the guys?”
“I thought that if you met them that you would see what a fuck up I am and leave me. Any of them is a better catch than me.” You're still hurt and you don’t think it’s going to be this easy to get over but you love him so much and he has deep insecurities.
Reaching your hand out you cup his cheek and turn his face towards you. “Frankie, I love you. I don’t know how to make it any clearer, you’re it for me. I want to marry you and buy a bigger house somewhere and have babies. I know those other girls made you like you were good enough and that they broke your heart. But Frankie you’re enough.”
His lips crash onto yours and his hands wrap around your waist pulling you close. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your lips. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry,” his lips trail along your cheek and down your neck. “I love you, baby. So fucking much and if you can forgive me for being a dick, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“The rest of your life Huh?” He nods his head and pulls you in for another kiss. “What you said hurt Frankie but I do love you so I’m willing to keep trying.”
“That’s more than I deserve. Now baby, let’s go home and I’ll introduce you to the guys properly.”
***
Frankie didn’t let you out of his sight the rest of the night as you laughed at the stories the guys told of Frankie on the base. His cheeks were tinged pink as they embarrassed him but you reached out and grabbed his hand squeezing tight in reassurance.
He tugged on your arm and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You wiggled your ass in his lap trying to get comfortable and are shocked when he moans loudly into your skin. “Baby, you gotta stop moving that fine ass over my cock or I’ll take you here and now.”
Heat began to form in your stomach as he gripped your hips tight. His fingers slide up under your dress towards your clothed cunt and he moans again at the feel of your wetness. “Fuck baby you’re so wet. This for me?”
You nod your head unable to speak and his fingers push your panties aside and slip inside your aching heat. Biting your lip - trying hard to keep quiet as he works you with his fingers.
“Good girl. Don’t want the guys to know what we’re doing now do we?” Your eyes flicker around the table and you're thankful the guys seem to be deep in conversation that they don’t notice. “Gonna make you come on my fingers then I’m gonna take you inside and fuck you good.”
His fingers work in and out of your cunt curling slightly as his thumb rubs your bundle of nerves. A tingle works its way up your spine and your heart beats faster and faster the closer you come to your release.
Your hand grins the arm of the chair tight and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you feel the beginnings of your climax. You want to scream. Scream his name so fucking loud but you can’t and oh fuck…
Your body shudders in his lap as you come hard. Your vision, blurring as pleasure courses through you. “Good girl.” His fingers slip out of you and he brings them to his lips sucking your juices off them.
Standing, you excuse yourself and make your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. His hands wrapped around your waist startle you and you can feel his hard cock against your ass.
“That was so fucking hot baby. Wanna fuck you now though. Will you let me? Will you let me fuck right here where the guys could walk in any moment and catch us?”
“Yes! Fuck Frankie please…” You can feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he bites into it. “Please what baby?”
“Fuck me.” He quickly undoes his belt and pulls his trousers and boxers down bunching at his knees as he rips your panties off. “Hey! Those were my favourite.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He runs the tip of his cock along your slit coating it in your juices before lining up and thrusting inside you. You both moan as he fills you. There’s a slight burn from the stretch but he gives you a minute to adjust.
You move your ass back against him, urging him to move. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts up into you. His cock moving in and out of your tight heat, the sounds of your joint moans and the squelch of your cunt the only sound you hear.
“Fuck mi amor…never gonna get used to how tight you are. So fucking good…” His hand snakes around to your clit and he begins to rub circles as you feel that heat radiating through you. “Oh fuck Frankie…”
“That’s it, baby…come for me…Mierda…need you to come…I’m not gonna last…” His movements on your clit become more frantic and with a cry of his name you come around him. The feeling of your cunt pulsating around him sends him over the edge as he spills inside you. The thought of you becoming round with his child sends him into a frenzy.
His head rests between your shoulders as you both calm your breathing. “That was amazing.”
“Is it safe to come in now? I need to use the toilet.” The sound of Benny’s voice has you both pulling away quickly and dressing. “You can come in now.” Benny walks in with a huge smirk on his face. “Your fly is undone Fish.” He says as he moves towards the bathroom. Frankie looks down quickly realising he was taking the piss.
“Idiota.”
***
If any of the others heard, they didn’t say anything and the rest of the night passed quickly. “Alright man, time we head on out. Y/N it was lovely to finally meet you. Fish you got a good one.”
“I know.” He says as he pulls you into his side, his hand resting on your hip. When everyone is gone and you’ve both tidied up a bit you make your way to bed. Frankie pulls you into his side, his fingers running along your bare back as he stares up at the ceiling.
“What ya thinking about?” You say as you play with the hair on his chest. “Hmm?”
“You look lost in thought.” He turns on his side so he faces you, his hand resting over you. “Move in with me?”
“What?” You dart your eyes between his looking for something but all you see is sincerity. “I want you to move in with me. Hell, I’d ask you to marry me if I thought you’d say yes. I wanna spend my life with you and I love waking up in the mornings to have you cuddled into my side.”
Ok. Yeah I’ll move in with you. Also if you were to ask me to marry you someday, I’d say yes.” He kisses you softly before resting his head against yours. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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