#doves fall to crows

[chelith]

pause from durarara for my oc content

[anteros]

hi everyone! my name is jac (she/her) and im 22 :)

ive been on tumblr for a while and you may know me as jillys, andrmda, or okayperalta! ive been off tumblr for a while but i want to be more active and start creating graphics again! a lot of of my old mutuals are inactive now so i want to find new interactive mutuals to be friends with!

my favorite books/series: percy jackson, harry potter, three dark crowns, six of crows, shadow and bone, serpent and dove, the selection, infernal devices, hunger games, etc

my favorite tv/movies: bridgerton, to all the boys ive loved before, brooklyn 99, haunting of hill house, the fall of the house of usher, haunting of bly manor, gilmore girls, the crown, etc.

my other interests: greek mythology, art

if you post about any of these things and more please like/reblog/comment to be mutuals!! <3

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[sight-sound-speech]

FREEDOM RAHHHHHHHHH 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

*SOUND was quiet... he... he missed his momma... maybe he'll go to the heights to see if... he can honor her properly...*

*...*

*SIGHT gently shook SOUND's arm, snapping him out of his moping. Right, first things first, get our of this terrible cult clothing and get SIGHT and SPEECH's gears.*

[tbaluver]

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘!- 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairings: sub!sylus x fem!dom! reader warnings/ tags: MDNI, male receiving overstimulation, p in v, reader riding sylus a/n: hihi lovelies ! <3 this is inspo/ based on KNOCKING him out after we did the boomshakala freaky deeky with him in his memory (•̀ᴗ•́ )و enjoy reading ! special thank you to @ilovemitsuya and @deusfoundry for beta reading! MWAH ILY BOTH cr to the gif. @ilovemitsuya

“unfortunately i can’t give you control, not yet at least.” 

he said with such confidence, taking the lead with heated kisses and teasing touches that roamed all over your body. he’d simply lick his lips the moment your bra slips away, taking all his might not to absolutely ravage them.

delicious noises escape his lips as he swirls his tongue along your bud while he slides his index and middle finger in the dampness of your underwear. “tell me..what do you really want? won’t you be honest and tell me like you just did?” he gazes up from the valley of your breasts, his crimson eyes meeting yours. you could feel his warm breath brushing over your bare skin 

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your positions and rolling both of you over effortlessly. from your new vantage point, you look down at him with a smug smile tugging at your lips as surprise flickers across sylus’s face. “i told you that a hunter doesn’t like being passive.” maybe he would’ve been a little more nicer with the teasing if he had known what he was getting into.

did his precious dove become the crow this time?

it was truly a beautiful sight to see him like this. laid down in front of you with his eyes hooded, his lips swollen, and marks littered all over his body. his muscles glistened from the soft glow of the fireplace mixed with his sweat and your saliva. it took you no effort to bring him his release after another. he’s a mess in your hands and in your mouth and surprisingly he was the one begging this time.

his eyes clenched shut the moment he felt your wet cunt wrap around his cock, squeezing him tightly. almost letting out another release in you, just from the sight alone of you on top of him. he wanted to fill you up to the brim and watch it ooze out once you got off him.

curses and groans fall past his lips from the absolute pure pleasure flowing through his body. his eyes flutter shut, rolling back as you bounce up and down on his cock. your pretty hands trailed down his chest, tracing every line and defined edges of his body.

he couldn’t stop cumming. each orgasm after another was better than the last. you would let him take a breather, making sure he was okay. “one more baby yeah? can you do that for me? make me full of you?” and with a lazy smirk and a soft ‘okay’ from him, you’d coo and whisper sweet encouragements before slamming your hips down back on his length. your hips would be harshly marked from how tightly he was holding on to you.

you’d continue praising him, skin slapping against skins fill throughout your shared bedroom as you both cry out of pleasure. with one final drop, you bury yourself completely in him as he groans out your name loudly, recognizing that familiar high again.

his thighs were drenched with your arousal and his own cum. it would’ve been easy to flip you over and take control but now it was difficult to get on top of you with exhaustion weighing down on him. you crawl slowly onto his chest, exhaustion weighing on you as you try to catch your breath. “how about i clean you up in the shower Sy?” you whisper softly but the sound of his quiet breathing answers you. you lift your head to find your nocturnal lover in deep sleep.

you’d smile down at his tired and marked up body as you bring the washcloth to wipe off all the mess on his body. once you were done, you curled up beside him, pulling the heavy covers over both of you. his strong arms instinctively wrapped around you while his leg slips between yours. bare chests pressed against each other as you join him in deep slumber.

[jinusajas]

12/29/24; 09:45pm

sylus x fem.reader

a stuffy nose-

constant coughs that made it seem like you were hacking up a lung-

and the sensation of thorns gripping at your throat-

it was clear that you were suffering from what had to be the worst cold of your life. the congestion and the stuffiness in your nose made your head ache, rendering you unable to move from the comfort of your bed. with your body caught in the throes of constant aches and chills, it came as no surprise that you were unable to check your phone as well.

while you wallowed in your misery, your phone kept lighting up every few minutes or so with a text notification and a few missed calls. however, the constant pounding in your head rendered you unable to respond to such texts as the pain was too much for you.

time became an unknown concept to you, with you seeming to melt into bed as your consciousness kept drifting in and out. the only sounds you could hear were your constant coughs and labored breaths. throughout it all, you felt the sweat running down your brow, finally making you break free from your cocoon of blankets. as you emerged from your comforter, you became dimly aware of a series of caws coming from your window, weakly moving your head toward the sounds.

your breaths come out in heavy puffs of air, and you saw a familiar, mechanical crow watching your every movement.

mephisto?

uncertain if your eyes were playing tricks on you, you felt intrigued when a single feather was seen falling from your ceiling. even in your haze, you manage to capture the single black feather within the palm of your hand, only to feel the air shift as your hand was gripped by a certain onychinus leader.

“my sweet little dove is sick.” while you were left reeling from the sudden appearance of your boyfriend, you watch as his gaze burns with concern for you. “you should have reached out to me the moment you weren’t feeling well.”

you swallow thickly, only to wince when a series of coughs takes over, further causing your throat to burn. “s-sorry… felt really shitty and too w-weak.” your voice comes out hoarse and strained due to your cold, making sylus shake his head in response.

“it’s okay, just lay back and rest. you’ve got me to take care of you now.” he clicks his tongue, leaning forward to press a kiss against your damp forehead. “sleep some more, and i’ll be right back with some soup and medicine for you.”

warmth surrounds you, watching as sylus steps out of your room with mephisto flying toward him, landing on his broad shoulder while letting out a series of caws. an amused chuckle escapes from sylus as he gives the crow a series of gentle pats. “i know you’re worried about her, but we’ll nurse her back to health soon enough.”

despite how awful you felt, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your features, making you cling to your comforter as your heart began racing with anticipation. sylus had always taken care of you during the handful of times you had gotten sick before, and it was honestly the highlight of your life. just knowing that such a powerful man loved you so deeply was enough to fill your heart to the brim with joy-

and you knew that you could never take sylus’s love for granted-

for this man was willing to give you the world on a silver platter if you so much as asked.

a dreamy expression was painted on your face when sylus returns with a tray in hand, carrying what looked like a steaming bowl of soup with a bottle of medication and a tall glass of ice water. he settles himself next to you, holding the bowl filled with soup while setting the tray off to the side. silver spoon in hand, he scoops up some of the broth and blows on it before feeding it to you. the moment you taste the soup, you let out a happy moan and relish in the sensation of the warm liquid easing the ache within your throat. with a patience of a man who loved you deeply, sylus continues to hand feed you the rest of his soup, even taking his time to wipe away at the stray droplets of broth from the corner of your lips.

once you had finished eating, sylus gives you your medicine, gently coaxing you to take careful sips of your water as the pills went down. his loving smile causes a surge of warmth to blossom within your very veins, and when he stands, you immediately stop him by gripping at his wrist. his brow was lifted at you in question, but you simply gave him one of your signature pouts (the one that sylus could never resist.) “can you stay and cuddle with me? i think i need your cuddles to feel even better, sy.”

he rolls his eyes while feigning annoyance, yet gets into bed with you without hesitation. you let a series of victorious giggles, knowing you had sylus wrapped around your finger when he joins you beneath the covers while wrapping an arm around your waist.

“damn that pout.” he tells you with a grunt, “if you looked at me like that while telling me to burn the world for you- i would do so in a heartbeat, sweetie.”

your soft laughter continues to echo throughout the room as you hid your face within his chest, allowing the sound of his heartbeat to lull you into a peaceful slumber… helping you dream about him as you slowly began to heal-

always with sylus by your side.

end notes: my beloved needs to have more fluff written for him, so have this unedited fluff shot 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[luveline]

omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33

—your concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k

“This is nice.” 

You toy with the ring on Remus’ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isn’t much he can do besides say, “Yeah?” 

“I love when guys wear rings.” 

“I had a suspicion.” 

You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I can see black and white spots.” 

“Oh, no,” he says sympathetically. “Close them, dovey. Take a breather.” 

The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. He’s wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience. 

“Sorry. This isn’t a good second date.” 

Remus leans down to talk near your ear. “Dove,” he whispers, “this isn’t our second date, remember?” 

“It’s not?” 

“No, sweetheart. But that’s okay.” 

“You’re really handsome so I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“Mess what up, the date?” he asks. “You didn’t mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.” He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.

“A year ago?” 

“Yeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldn’t let me buy you any books.” He laughs softly. “But I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“You’ve bought me a hundred more, it’s awful.” 

You raise your head to squint at him. “I have?”

“So many,” he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. “But you let me look after you in other ways.” 

“Let you?” 

“Yes, let me. It’s part of…” He cups your cheek quickly. “Sickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.” 

“Ah.” His ring is warm on your cheek. “Sickness and health, like we’re married.” 

“Something like that.” 

You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a mother’s chest, and the TV plays a quiz show you’re starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle. 

“I’ve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.” 

You turn around. “Sirius, that’s the one with the motorbike?” 

“Yeah. He should be quick. But maybe they’ll have called you in again by then and we can go home.” 

That’s right. You’ve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. That’s what you’re waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because he’s a very nice man. 

“Sorry if I’m ruining your Saturday.” 

Remus’ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. “I think you might be having a worse day than me, so I’ll forgive you. I'm joking!” He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. “You could never ruin my Saturday. I’d spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.” 

Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. “Really?” 

“We spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you don’t remember right now, but I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel that.” 

You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. It’s too short to stay put for long. 

“I love you,” you say surely. You do, even if you can’t remember more than your first date. 

He’s a good kisser, you remember. He’d pulled you back from your door and kissed you like you’d stolen the breath straight from his lungs. 

“I know.” He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger. 

“It’s really like we’re married, we have matching rings,” you laugh. 

He holds his hand up between you. “We are married, lovely girl.” 

You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. “Are we? When did we get married?” 

“Only a few days ago, but we’re married. This wasn’t on the honeymoon agenda.” 

He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadn’t seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now you’re seeing them you realise you’d made a small misjudgement. It’s not like you’re married at all, you simply are. 

You frown. The way he’s holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that you’re married is preposterous. You can’t remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. There’s simply blank space there, which isn’t very nice. But… 

You’re not scared. You haven’t been worried once all day. 

“You have a concussion,” he says quietly, practised, like he’s said it to you before. “And it’s resulted in some amnesia, but it’s going to get better very soon.” 

“We’re definitely married?” 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” 

“I don’t want to change my mind.” You fluster quickly with what you’ve said, looking down at the hospital’s linoleum flooring. 

Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support. 

“Then you don’t have to. Whether you remember me or not, I’m here to look after you, okay? I’m right here.” 

You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“You okay?” 

“I guess our second date really did go well.” 

“Better than I could ever explain.” He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. “You’re like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.” 

You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. “You’re really good-looking,” you explain. 

“And what do you think you are?” He rubs your hand. “You’re beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?” 

You squeeze your eyes closed. You’d been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.

When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when he’s going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away. 

“Feel any better?” he asks knowingly.

You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin. 

[shysuccubusstuff]

Boyfriend! Caleb:

Content: SFW headcanons; jealousy

Note: Thanks for this one fanart of Caleb falling for MC's tactics just cause he loves her too much. Have you all noticed that I'm now turning to more SFW content? I feel as if I'm turning from a crow into a dove--. Btw, thanks for all those who like, comment and reblog my content, it makes me feel very happy!! Hope everyone is having a great week.

Caleb, who suddenly returns after his apparent death, face just as handsome as the one you saw every night in your dreams. He returns to you just as suddenly as you both met, and as you go rushing to hug him, you notice something strange in his demeanor. His face is smiling, yet it is apparent that there is something else in his gaze... some kind of hunger, something primal that he had been trying to lock away.

Caleb, who starts to act cold towards you, trying to run away from every little physical contact you tried to do, his mind still conflicted as he was now aware of what had truly brought the two of you together. It wasn't Josephine's love for the two, but something much more obscure... something that he was trying to keep hidden from you as long as he could try, at least.

Caleb, who starts to warm up to you. He starts to allow your touches, even if these are just minimal, but what starts with light brushes between each other's fingertips, soon turns into the both of you holding hands, with you creating excuses such as: "being afraid of getting separated in the middle of the Glint Photoboot" or "needing some comfort as you have grown scared of the darkness". Despite Caleb's head moves in disagreement, he does as you ask him, taking your hand and enveloping your whole hand with his as he lets a whisper escape his lips: "You never change...".

Caleb, who starts to go back to his old ways. Caleb's hands are always there for you, reaching out in case you trip while walking. Other times, his hands are held out for you while the two of you share a little treat together, his hands playing with yours as he listens to you speak about how today's work was much more difficult than usual, or how you really wanted to check that new place that had recently opened in the city center.

Caleb, who almost falls to his knees the moment he hears your confession. The two of you were drinking some tea at your place while watching some corny old soap opera, when you suddenly spoke those words: "I wouldn't mind us becoming a couple." He looks at you for a few seconds, his shock being apparent as his hands start to shake a bit, he moves closer to you, just enough for him to see your full face. "...What... what do you mean by that?" Caleb's purple orbes lock with yours, face slightly flushed as he tries his best not to burn his hand with the recently boiled water that he was carring inside the teacups. "I love you, Caleb, wasn't I clear enough during all these months?" Caleb's face becomes even redder, his hands start to shake even more, quickly leaving the cups in case he would actually spill them. "I... I just thought you were still thinking about our childhood--- I never imagined that you would actually--..." Caleb's words start to blend with each other, his mind rushing as he tried to understand everything that was going on at that moment. Irritated, you suddenly approached him, your hands locking behind his neck just so you could pull him closer, your lips crashing against his in a fast kiss.

B! Caleb, who finally surrenders to your approaches, allowing himself to become more and more starved. His hands start to move from your hands to your hips, his thumbs making small circles over it as he waited for you to stop talking with that grey haired man that lived nextdoor. Caleb standing behind you as he keeps glaring at him with an unamused look, his arms wrapping around your waist as a less threatening way of showing his closer position as not only your childhood friend, but your boyfriend.

B! Caleb who loves posting things with you. He is the kind of guy who loves having a private yet public relationship, the one that loves posting photos of the two of you, always avoiding showing your face in case someone of his work tried to get a bit too close to you. he just can't help it you know? Having a pretty girlfriend is so hard when he has to keep restraining himself from trying to get you as attached to him as possible.

B! Caleb who loves sharing the bed with you, his hands wrapping around you as he nuzzles against the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you as he starts to doze off, his breath slowly steading as he is finally able to rest. After twisting and turning for over ten minutes, you were about to get up, but just as you were about to do so, Caleb started to grunt, his nose scrunching as he started to hug you with more strength as you kept trying to get him to release you. "...Don't go... I love you." Caleb's grip only tightens, one of his legs suddenly wrapping around yours as if he was some kind of trap. "Just sleep... shhh." In the end, you have to surrender, moving a bit just so you could hide your face on the curve of his neck, his comforting scent making you feel at ease and slowly making you drift to sleep.

[formerelswhore]

— ONE DOVE ONE CROW

abby just loving the way how her thick fingers are stretching you out.. but there is ellie degrading the shit out of you.

praising. degrading. fingering. jealousy

Abby’s broad frame looms over you, her presence warm, her thick fingers buried deep inside you, curling with a deliberate slowness that makes your breath hitch, her other hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open on the bed, vulnerable and exposed.

Her lips brush your ear, voice low and honeyed. “God, look at you, taking my fingers so well” Abby murmurs, her tone dripping with praise. “So fucking perfect, stretching out for me like this, you’re doing so good, baby.” Your body trembles under her touch, thighs quaking as she presses deeper, her fingers thick and unrelenting, coaxing whimpers from your lips.

The stretch burns just right, and her words wrap around you like a lifeline, grounding you in the haze of pleasure. But then there’s ellie, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her sharp green eyes glinting with something cruel, she’s been watching the whole time, her lips curled into a smirk that promises nothing soft.

Her voice cuts through Abby’s warmth like a blade. “Pathetic” Ellie sneers, tilting her head as she looks you over “Look at you, whining like a desperate little slut, you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? so fucking needy it’s embarrassing.” Your cheeks flush, a wave of shame crashing over you, but abby’s fingers don’t falter, she presses a kiss to your temple, her breath hot against your skin.

“Ignore her, sweetheart” she whispers, her voice a soothing contrast to ellie’s venom. “You’re so beautiful like this, opening up for me, i’m so proud of you.” The push and pull of their words makes your head spin, abby’s fingers curl again, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, and a broken moan spills from your lips.

She hums in approval, her thumb brushing your clit in slow, teasing circles. “That’s it, baby” she coos. “Let me take care of you. You’re so tight, so perfect.” Ellie scoffs, stepping closer, her boots heavy on the floor, she leans down, her face inches from yours, her breath ghosting over your flushed skin.

“You think you’re special just because she’s sweet-talking you?” she taunts, her voice dripping with disdain “You’re just a hole for her to fuck, nothing more, bet you’d let anyone stretch you out if they asked, wouldn’t you?” The words sting, twisting something sharp in your chest, but Abby’s hand tightens on your thigh, grounding you. “Don’t listen to her” she says firmly, her fingers pumping faster now, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.

“You’re mine, and you’re doing so fucking good, look at how you take me, how you let me in, so strong, so gorgeous.” Your body arches, caught between the warmth of abby’s praise and the cold edge of ellie’s degradation.

Tears prick your eyes, but the pleasure is overwhelming, building into something unstoppable, ellie’s smirk widens as she watches you unravel. “Go on, cry about it” she mocks “you’re such a mess, falling apart like a cheap toy, bet you love being used like this.” Abby growls softly, her focus unwavering as she leans over you, shielding you from ellie’s gaze. “You’re so close, aren’t you, baby?” she whispers, her voice a lifeline.

"Come for me. Show me how good you feel." The coil in your core snaps, and you come with a choked sob, your body shuddering as abby’s fingers work you through it, her praise a constant murmur in your ear, ellie’s laughter is sharp, but it’s distant now, drowned out by the warmth of Abby’s touch, her voice guiding you back.

As you catch your breath, Abby kisses your forehead, her fingers slipping out slowly, leaving you empty and sensitive “You did so good” she says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, ellie just rolls her eyes, already turning for the door. “Whatever” she mutters. “Have fun cleaning up her mess.” But Abby’s arms are around you now, pulling you close, and her warmth is all that matters.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Stepdad Douma X Reader - Edging

Day 7 of my Kinktober series whee

Disclaimer : Stepcest , exhibitionism and Implication of brainwashing. Also reader calls Douma “Daddy”

~~~~~ You remembered like it was yesterday.

Both you and your mother were grieving over the loss of your father, the pain unbearable. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your chest was ripped open for the crows to feast on. Both of you were looking for something, anything, to help and navigate this difficult time in your life when a friend of your mothers told you about a certain man.

“He can do anything.” She told your mother, a dazed look in her eyes, “and he can bring you peace.”

So the two of you went to this man. This miracle. The one who could heal your wounds and guide you through life. You had your hesitations, of course, suggesting to your mother that it would be best to stay away but she was so insistent, unable to deal with the loss of her lover, that you gave in to her pleas. She would have gone regardless, better you were with her.

And then you met Douma. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen and within a second, you understood.

His tall stature, toned body underneath his clothes, his silky whitish-blonde hair and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Multicoloured, ever changing and bright like a pair of diamonds.  Within those moments, both of you understood. You needed to dedicate your life to him. You’d try to see him every day, even get a job managing his shrine. You’d talk to him when you could, often catching him outside his room and he’d chat with you, making your day so much better.

Which was why it hurt so much more when he announced that he was marrying your mother.

She was ecstatic, of course, a dedicated member of his cult and the fact that he chose her was a blessing. A true blessing. Of course, for you, it was a curse. Your usual bright days got so dull, colors turned into black and whites as you pretended to be happy for them. You couldn’t understand why Lord Douma chose your mother- why not choose you instead? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Atleast, until he forced it out of you.

“You haven’t been coming to see me, lately.” Douma said, making you gulp as he cornered you in the hallway, “I’m hurt. Do I not interest you anymore?” “L-Lord Douma-“ “Shouldn’t you call me father?” he asked, gripping your chin gently, “We’re going to be family, right?” Your expression dropped and he understood. “Ah, so that’s why.” He said, “Do you not want me as a stepfather?” “I-“ You gulped, deciding to come out and say, “I w-would have preferred it if you were my h-husband instead… but you love my mother so-” “Who said that?” “Huh?” “Who said I love her?” Douma asked, tilting his head in confusion, “This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. Your family has a lot of money that I can use, little dove. That’s all it is.” “That’s-" you hesitated, trying to process the information. So…he was just using your mother…for money…you had to tell her- get her out of this engagement- “Question is,” Douma said, a hand running up your arm and his touch making your body shiver, “Are you going to tell her or not? If you do, I’d have to banish the both of you from here. But if you keep it a secret…” his hand found its way to your hip, pulling you close to him, his body pressed flush against yours, “I’ll fuck you right here and now.”

There was only one option you could choose.

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Douma had everyone in his palm, no one daring to disobey him and willing to put their lives on the line for him which was how his wife was blind to his affair with his stepdaughter even after all this time.

The night of his wedding, Douma sneaked out of his marital bed, leaving his new wife behind to go be with his plaything. He adored you. He loved your looks, how devoted you were to him, how innocent yet naughty you were- everything. And he wasn’t going to hide it. People were dumb enough to fall for his schemes but not stupid enough to not realise when to keep their mouths closed.

Which was why, even when he touched you while a follower was talking to him, they didn’t say a word. Even if they knew it was wrong, they kept silent. Even as they watched a stepfather make love to his stepdaughter, they dared not let Douma’s wife know.

“Mmm-haa-“ you whined as Douma pet your pussy, his long, delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit, your audience long forgotten. You’d gotten used to this- being touched and fucked whenever he wanted, having you ready and eager for him. His fingers suddenly dipped inside you, making you cry out as he slowly started thrusting in and out, a second finger soon joining as well.  

The man gulped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor, more out of fear than respect.

“So, you’re having problems with your marriage.” Douma said, his voice crystal clear despite all the…well…

“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” The man replied, looking up at him only to look down again immediately, unable to help the blood rushing to his cheeks, “It’s becoming quite the issue.”

“Hmmm. So why is your wife mad at you?” Douma asked, curiously.

“I- I’m not sure.” Came the response, “Whenever I try to t-talk to her, she just snaps at me.”

“I see.” Douma said, only half paying attention, “What do you think the problem must be, cutie?”

You perked up, a confused look on your face as Douma’s fingers stopped inside you, making you whine in frustration. The man simply laughed at your adorable face, patting your cheek with his other hand. He had you on his lap, your kimono almost completely off, your pretty breasts bare for him to tease and your pussy dripping down his fingers.

“What?” you asked, not even paying attention to what was going on. You turned your head to look at the man in the room, giving him a glare as he was the reason your stepfather had stopped moving his fingers. The man seemed embarrassed, unable to look at you as he stared at the ground.

“Now, now.” Douma said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers out just to slap your cunt, making you yelp, “Mind your manners.”

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You whined, biting your thumb as he gave your pussy more pats, “What did he ask?”

“He’s having marriage problems.”

“Mmmm-“ you  pondered, trying to come up with the quickest solution, “Maybe he’s not good in bed.”

Douma laughed while the man barked in offense, his ears turning red, his silence a form of confession. “You think so?” Douma asked, running his pretty fingers up and down your cunt, leaning forward a bit to place a sweet kiss to your tits, “Then maybe we need to give him a lesson, hmm?”

“Y-Yes Daddy, please!” you begged, cupping his face and looking him in his stunning eyes, hoping he could see the desperation in them, “Please fuck me!”

“Good girl, using your words.” Douma praised, making you shiver and your pussy gush, “But I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet~”

You gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, the nasty sound of his long digits digging into your cunt and curling just right had you biting your lower lip. He gave your nipple a few kitten licks, enjoying your reaction before he turned back to the man in the room. “Come back at the end of the day.” He said, an arm around you as you leaned into him, bucking your hips against his fingers, “And I’ll teach you how you can please your wife.”

“A-As you wish my lord.”

“Let in the next person. Oh, and remember, not a word.”

“U-understood Lord Douma.”

With a bow, the man scurried out of the room, his erection poorly hidden under his Yukata. Douma didn’t care. He always thought he wouldn’t understand the human nature of possessiveness, but it was only after meeting you that he was starting to get it. He didn’t care if people watched and were turned on by you but he drew the line at anyone but him touching you. Luckily, you didn’t want anyone but Douma.

“M-My lord.” The next person sputtered, her face turning a bright shade of red as she closed the door behind her, her desire to pray to Douma more important than her embarrassment of seeing him with his step daughter, “I- I have a question-“

“Ah! Yes daddy!” you screamed, cutting her off as you tossed your head back, Douma milking your g-spot. But, deciding to tease you a bit, the man stopped once more, taking his fingers out. You whined in protest, eyes wide as you tried to press against him but he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you off of him, forcing your body to collide against the soft cushion of his loveseat.

“I have a supporter here, baby.” He said, smirking at your offended face, your kimono rucked over your ass and giving him a lovely view of your twitching cunt and pink asshole, “Don’t be naughty. Stay quiet and wait for me to finish.”

“But daddy!” You whined, lying on your back before spreading your legs, a hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him, “I was so close!”

“I don’t care.” Douma said, attention back on his subject whose whole face was red with shame over seeing you be so disgraceful, “And don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s an order.”

You whined, pouting and flailing your legs like a brat, annoyed as you both knew you’d never disobey an order. Your stepfather seemed to have some kindness towards you as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you close to him before placing your legs on his lap. His hand went between you legs and you giggled happily as he started petting your pussy like he was stroking a cat. You spread your legs once more, giving him more room as he stroked you gently. It wasn’t enough to really make you feel good but it was better than nothing.

It was quite the sight, seeing Douma mindlessly stroke your pussy as his attention was on his supporters, his dick straining in his pants. Occasionally he’d put some force in, swiping his fingers over your clit so fast and suddenly it made you squeal before he went back to gentle strokes taking away your pleasure. He was such a meany but you loved it. You couldn’t be happier to be his stepdaughter.

“Daddy-“ you panted as the woman left the room, leaving the door open for the next person to come in, “Can I cum? Please let me cum?”

“Are you close?” Douma asked, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mmhmm!” you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling with want, “Please Daddy?”

“Get on Daddy’s cock, pretty.”

You gasped happily as you scrambled back onto his lap, fingers digging at his pants greedily before you pulled his cock out. You sighed as you grabbed a hold of his hot, thick heavy cock. Just like the rest of him, your stepdads cock was pure perfection. The first time he took you, you were scared that it wouldn’t fit but the more and more he fucked you, you learned to worship his beastly member.

“Ride me baby, that’s it. Ohh~ Good girl~”

You mewled happily as you started sinking down on his cock, your pussy splitting apart as you sank down inch by inch, his dick filling you up deliciously. You sank down to the bottom just as the third person walked in, another woman who gasped loudly before she slapped a hand over her mouth, minding her manners. She should be used to it at this point.

“Tell me, what ails you?” Douma asked his subject as she sat down, just as embarrassed as the rest of them, trying her best to not look at Douma’s balls pressed against your cunt. She started to speak and you were starting to move, but you gawked when Douma grabbed your hips and kept you in place, not allowing you to move an inch. The look in his eyes told you that you were to stay still, demanding that you cockwarm him as he spoke to the other woman.

It was pure hell being edged like this. He started touching you from the moment you woke up, the man sneaking into your room after laying with your mother and still, he hadn’t let you cum. Now, his perfect cock was balls deep inside you and still, he wasn’t going to let you cum. He was strict with you, making sure you stayed still even as he tickled your clit or slid a pinkie into your asshole.

And the woman left. Another man came in. After he left, another man came in. And after him, another woman.

Douma continued to talk to these people as he toyed with you, never allowing you to sink into that pleasure completely. He’d occasionally start fucking you, balls slapping against your skin as you rode him but just as you were about to cum, he’d stop.

He’s push you off his cock before making you take it in your mouth, the sound of you gagging acting as background noise as he listened to his followers’ problems. He’d touch you, finger your cunt, suckle your breasts, taste your pussy- but over and over again, he’d stop right before you came.

Until finally, finally- when that first man came back just as Lord Douma had told him too, he decided to give you mercy.

“See how pathetic she looks?” Douma asked as he fucked you, smirking at your slutty screams. You were on your hands and knees, your stepfather switching positions to take you doggy and it was wonderful. Both of you were facing the supporter and you could see his conflicted expression. Your tits swung back and forth each time Douma thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours deliciously as he pounded you.

“Edge your wife and – fuck yes- by the end of the day, she’ll be begging for you cock. Just like my little girl~” he raised a hand and smacked you across the ass, making you scream, “Spank her, finger her pussy, suck her tits and eat her out- tease her all day long and make her beg for it!”

“I- I understand my Lord.” The man said, eyes glued to you and your stepfather fucking like animals. He’d never do something as blasphemous as leave when he got to experience Lord Douma engage in this sexual activity, even if it did feel embarrassing.

“You gonna cum baby?” Douma asked you, sweat driping down his brow and your juices dripping down his balls as he pounded into you, your moans melodic. “Yes! Yes- yes- yes- please daddy!” “Want Daddy’s cum?” “Inside me- breed me- make me a mommy!” “Pathetic.” He panted with a grin, giving you another spank as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking his dick with your perfect and hot walls, practically begging him for his seed.

And he’d give it to you but only after he got you to squirt around his cock.

[dissociativewriter]

Like Real People Do

Sylus x nonMC!Reader

wc: 2.4k

cw: flirty Sylus, sappy ending, mentions of blood, screams, a single gunshot, implied murder, implied stalking with Mephisto, reader is suspicious and kinda scared at first, nicknames (little dove, sweetie), a lot of physical contact between Sylus and reader; not proofread

While walking home, you meet a strange, dangerous man who doesn’t give you his name. Believing it to be a one-off, you continue on, never expecting to see the man again. Little did you know, you’d meet him again, and your curiosity and connection would only grow.

Or: three times you looked into striking crimson eyes.

You rushed through alleyways, diving and ducking under laundry lines and hanging signs. The sun had already gone down, and it was getting darker and darker. The slim crescent moon did little to illuminate the streets, and the stars were somehow dimmed. One shouldn’t be out this late at night, and especially not alone. Who knows what you could run into?

You nervously glanced over your shoulder, clutching your tote bag close against your chest. In a particularly dark corner, you heard a pained sigh, whispered please’s, and heavy footsteps. You froze. What could be hiding in the shadows? Despite your logic screaming at you to run away, to hurry back to the safety of your apartment, curiosity won and you took a step further. You told yourself you would just check to see if the person was okay, help if you could, then be on your way. The concrete gave way to dirt underneath your feet, worn and weathered.

You paused again, hearing the unmistakable sound of the shifting of dirt, almost like someone was trying to bury something. You shook your head as if you could shake away the hesitance and took another step forward. You begged your eyes to adjust to the dark, blindly walking through the narrow street. You stumbled then, nearly falling face-first into the dirt before you were caught by two firm hands on your shoulders.

You took a minute to right yourself, wiping the dirt off your hands and legs before looking up to see whose hands pulled you from the earth. Even in the darkness, two piercing crimson eyes met yours, seemingly glowing in the shadows.

A sharp inhale met your ears, not from you or your savior, but from somewhere behind. You leaned to the side, looking to see what could have made such a noise, but the firm hand gripped your arm once again, shifting your view back so all you saw was crimson. you were overcome with unease. The stranger before you, the unknown mystery behind him, the piles of dirt from holes dug up.

“Why were you digging?” you whispered, your voice practically giving out. “What did you bury?”

He didn’t entertain your questioning, instead muttering, “You shouldn’t be out so late, especially not here.”

Your mouth went dry, unable to respond as you watched the man before you. You weren’t going to get any answers, you realized, and you’d be lucky if you made it out alive. You swallowed. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

The man chuckled, his hands on your arms loosening slightly as he turned you around to the entrance of the alleyway. He pushed you forward, walking close behind. “Good idea, sweetie,” he whispered close to your ear as he gave you one final push forward. He remained in the alley, hiding partly in the shadows.

Now, you could make out part of his face, and your eyes wandered across it, from his striking silver hair to his sharp jawline. The harsh caw of a crow pulled you out of your trance, snapping your eyes back to his red ones.

“Better run along now, little dove. Wouldn’t want you getting into trouble.” A smirk played on his lips as you nodded wordlessly, quickly turning and rushing away.

You’d made your way through a few more alleys, almost home by now, when you heard a shriek pierce through the night air. You shuddered, your pace quickening, missing the distinct sounds of flapping wings above you. There was only one cause of the scream, you knew, and you grimaced at the thought of how those same hands had cradled you just minutes ago.

A few weeks later, and you’d started to believe that night in the alleyway was just a dream; you’d been pretty tired that night, after all. When you went back to the alley the next morning, there wasn’t even a speck of dirt out of place. No holes, no blood. Entirely empty, save for a single crow’s feather.

You were walking around an entirely new part of the city. You had wanted to check out a new cafe that opened recently, but now the sun was going down and you couldn’t find your way back to the main street. The backroads had a seemingly labyrinthine design, and you could have sworn you’d been on this street before.

You took a right this time, hoping that this change would lead you out, only to be greeted with a dead end. You sighed, about to turn back, when an all-too-familiar voice stopped you cold in your tracks.

“My, my. Seems a little dove’s awfully far away from home. And with a certain penchant for trouble.”

You turned then, slowly, to face the stranger. You were met immediately with the same red eyes from all those nights ago. You took in all that you couldn’t see before in the dead of night, the setting sun highlighting his moonlight-like hair and almost softening his impossibly sharp features. He wiped some lingering dirt off his gray dress shirt before taking one step towards you. He leaned down, meeting your eye level.

“A little dove should not wander into a crow’s territory.” The man smirked, gravelly voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s dangerous.”

Your breath hitched. “Crow’s territory?”

He snickered. “Yes. How about you allow this crow to escort a dove to her destination, hm? I’d hate for the dove to be trapped here.” He extended a hand, reminiscent of an invitation to a dance. You hesitantly raised your own hand, about to place it in his before you caught sight of the dried blood under his fingernails. Your hand flinched back slightly, and he watched with a single eyebrow raised as your eyes flickered over the rest of him, just barely stopping on the spots of blood on his forearm, shoulder, neck. Finally, you looked back to his eyes to find something expectant, but still almost unreadable. You opened your mouth to say something, to protest or to question, you didn’t know as you were cut off by an echoing gunshot. The man before you barely flinched, instead taking the initiative and grabbing your hand, straightening up as his engulfed yours.

“As much as I’d love to give you the chance to decide, sweetie, I’m afraid there are some bird-watchers around who are all too eager to catch a bird of prey.” You stared back at him, willing yourself to do something, anything, but he beat you to it as he softly tugged you towards him. “Come along now, little dove.”A barely perceptible nod and he was walking again, pulling you along with him.

Speeding up to match his pace, you took a moment to observe him candidly. Despite the implications that both your lives were in danger, he seemed perfectly carefree as if this were just a leisurely walk. You turned away from him then, instead nervously glancing down the many alleyways you passed. Soon, though, you felt his eyes on you in quiet observation. Unlike his other scrutinizing looks, this one did not send shivers down your spine.

“I know that look, dear,” you said softly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a look of surprise flicker across his face. “Eyes always seeking. Was there someone that dug long ago?” When you were met with silence, you sighed, but didn’t miss the attentive look on his face. “I will not ask you why you were creeping. In some sad way, I already know.”

He grinned then, the most genuine expression you had seen on his face. Just like the tension in his body, his grip on your hand loosened. you both made your way through the streets, a mutual understanding, however minor, seeming to be reached. “It seems like the little dove I caught is wiser than she lets on,” he finally murmured.

He pulled you through just a few more streets before you were finally greeted by the sight of the main street illuminated by a streetlight. You stopped, pulling your hand from his grip to make your own way home. You barely make it two steps, however, before his hands are on you again, pulling you against his chest by your shoulders.

“Careful, sweetie. Dangers don’t disappear once you’re out in the open. They just become smarter,” he whispered against your ear. A red and black mist seemed to emanate from him, hanging in the air before snaking around the corner. A sharp cry was heard, but was quickly cut off when you flinched against the hard man behind you. A crow’s caw sounded, and the man’s hands dropped.

“Wait here.” He quickly stalked off, leaving you to glance uneasily over your shoulder. You strained your ears to listen, not daring to move but still hoping you could find out more. Though you couldn’t distinguish what he was saying, you could hear the man’s voice, cold and efficient now, followed by two near-identical voices. You listened carefully, unable to figure out what was going on by the constant shuffling.

“What kind of man have I run into?” you mumbled with another look over your shoulder.

“Well, I am a fruit vendor,” the man teased. Your head jerked back to meet his gaze.

“Somehow, I doubt that.” You raised an eyebrow.

He put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Are you calling me a liar? You wound me, little dove.” He raised his hand, motioning to the entrance of the alley. “It's safe now. You can go.” When you made no move to leave, instead opting to stare at him, deep into his crimson eyes, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his lips. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

You smiled at that. At the fact that this complete stranger, who didn’t even know your name, would remember your words. His eyes crinkled at the sight, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way a man wholly composed of sharp edges could melt into a bundle of warmth so easily.

You ducked your head, quickly stepping past him, trying to ignore that rising heat in your cheeks despite the chill in the air. You stopped briefly, noting the lack of mess along the main street. You began to walk again, but a shimmer of black caught your eye. You knelt down, balancing the crow’s feather between your fingers. You carefully tucked it into your pocket and rose to your feet. In your observation of the street, however, you didn’t feel the pair of eyes on you, or hear the mechanical whir of metal wings.

A few months passed before you stopped looking for a flash of silver hair in darkened alleyways. You’d likely never see the tall man again. You knew it was better this way, safer this way, but you couldn’t help but feed into the small part of you that was disappointed. You realized, of course, this all went against any semblance of common sense you still held onto. He was dangerous after all, no matter how charming he was. And handsome. And how good he smelled, or how comfortably his hands fit onto you, or—

You shook your head a bit more aggressively than you meant to. Regardless of all the things to admire about the mystery man, you resolved, he was dangerous, and you weren’t exactly eager to feed into any cliches.

You stepped into an old bookstore, overwhelmed by the scent of ink and aged paper. Stepping through the many aisles, your eyes searched the shelves, pulling out a few books here and there. Making your way to the back of the store, you reached for a book you’d been looking for, straining to reach it on the top shelf. Despite your efforts, your fingers only grazed the bottom of the spine.

Your heels had barely hit the ground before you felt a firm hand against your waist, and another reaching for the very same book. You quickly turned your head, only to find yourself staring into striking, familiar crimson eyes.

”Need some help, little dove?” the mystery man murmured. He held out the book for you to take, and you slowly raised a hand, pausing in awe to stare at the man before you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again, much less in daylight.” You cocked your head, looking at him curiously.

He simply shrugged. “This isn’t exactly average for me, but then again, neither is running into the same little dove twice while cleaning up.”

“The same little dove? Do you have others?”

He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’m afraid not. I don’t think I could handle another dove in my territory.”

Book still in your hand, you crossed your arms. “I still don’t know your name.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to know it, sweetie.”

“Well, I’d certainly like to know whose business to look up if I’m ever in the need of some fruit.” You let out a sharp laugh. “I’d thought I had imagined you for a while. That there was no way someone like you could actually exist and talk to me.”

“Someone like me?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“You have to know what I mean. You don’t seem real, but straight out of a story.” Your eyes narrowed slightly. “And don’t think I haven’t forgotten. What is your name?”

“Promise you won’t have me arrested, little dove?” You nodded, and he smiled. “Sylus.”

“Well then, Sylus.” You took a step closer to him, only inches away from his face, reveling in the near-imperceptible hitch in his breath. You smiled softly. “I will not ask you where you came from. I could not ask you, neither could you.” He seemed to relax at the echoed phrase.

His breath fanned against your lips. “I’ll keep you to that, little dove. Though are you sure you want to keep in touch with someone ‘straight out of a story,’ like me?” You noted the mischievous look in his eyes as he brought a hand up to your cheek, warm and calloused against your skin.

You huffed at his teasing before looping your arms around his neck. “Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss, like real people do.”

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I was doing some research on Kate Kane for a fic and came upon her 50s variant. And while I definitely prefer the current Batwoman by a mile, I do LOVE the prospect of her having a sidekick (or knowing me several)

I'm very often torn between wanting to date Kate Kane or wanting to be the daughter she adopted. However, bear with me on this one.

Batwoman's family (batgirls) x yandere! Batboys. Yes, I know it's the same thing as my other fics but in a different font. What can I say, I love this sort of dynamic. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I'm thinking that instead of her sidekick being Batgirl like in the old comics she has a "bird" sidekick like Batman. Instead of Robin, I'm thinking either Dove, Raven, Crow, or just Corvid (let me know which u guys like).

Now I think that Kate is a very overprotective and strict mother, mirroring Bruce in that aspect. She never wanted her children to be dragged into this life, this mess. But a dark broken part of her knows it's for the best. These capes and cowls can keep them safe. Breathe structure and strength into their frail bones. This midnight life is what saved her, and it's the only thing that can protect her kids.

Sometimes Kate wonders which one truly is the mask. The ombre disguises they weave into their bodies or the painted smiles they flash for the cameras. She's camouflaged her children in the spotlight, a little trick she snatched from her cousin. High-profile lives, busy girls exhausting themselves through the daylight. No way millionaire Kate Kane's kids would have the time (not to mention the energy) to be heroes! They all have such busy, unassuming careers to focus on. More important, selfish things to do than prowl the city at night.

Kate does not mean for her cynicism to bleed into her daughters. She does wish for them to give up so early in life. But like most things, like everything really, this part of her life has befallen her children too.

I like to believe that the Batwoman family is very tight-knit. Depending on and helping each other through everything. In their minds, their family is all they need. Their superhero lives have left them all a little jaded, a little broken around the edges, some more than others. They hate the idea of their mother dating anyone, worried that they'll take advantage of her. Detest the idea of someone poisoning one of their sisters with faux claims of love. Not to mention that each girl has kinda lost hope in finding a special someone.

But the Batman family has never quite seen things that way. It's not really their fault. Not when you take everything into account. The Batboys are just as broken and jaded as any other superhero. They've seen too much from such a young age. Been to hell and back more times than they dare count. So it's no surprise that they fall in love with the only other people who have gone through the same pains. Survived the same traumas.

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Since Batman and Batwoman cross paths frequently, she introduces her daughter(s) to Bruce and his family pretty early on. Her first daughter is probably best friends with Dick. They practically grew up together. He's her best friend, the one who can make her laugh when the world falls apart. The one who knows every microscopic detail about her. But what she doesn't know is how in love Dick truly is. How his heart pounds and bleeds only for her, how his fingers twitch desperate to feel her soft flesh. He'd carve out his heart if she'd let him kiss her. He's taken to watching her ballet classes from the rooftops, mesmerized by the arch of her arms, the deep plies she falls into. He used to joke about being the Siegfried to her Odette, he's not so sure it's a joke anymore…

Or why he feels more like Rothbart than Siegfried.

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Damian sees Kate's youngest as his betrothed. No questions asked. When Kate first introduces the newest addition to her family at one of Bruce's galas. Damian just knows that she's perfect for him. Okay, maybe not that fast but he's certainly taken with her. Her shy regale demeanor, her perfect manners her serene nature. And then a few nights later he's out trying to stop Scarecrow from stealing new chemicals from the university. Someone, some new shiny hero beats him to it. She's graceful and elegant. Making his heart beat the same way reader did at the gala. He knows it has to be her, feels it in his bones. And he knows that she will belong to him forever. He rushes home that night to ask Bruce what customs must be adhered to so that you are officially his betrothed. Bruce is a little confused.

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Tim's darling is a cheerleader who is a genius in hiding. She has everyone fooled with her innocent smiles and childish attitude. What no one knows is how utterly brilliant she is, she's basically tech support for all of the Batwoman family. Tim however has his suspicions and one day gifts her a plush Duck that the reader takes to carrying around. She doesn't notice that it's bugged. And when she starts using it for the rubber duck debugging method. Tim overhears everything, proving his suspicions about his beloved. He's truly thrilled to have someone to match wits with. Someone to listen to him talk about his newest invention. Better yet someone to help him build his new inventions!! But things don't go so well when his spy duck captures a conversation between you and Kate one day. You're telling your mother about a guy who asked you out on a date, a guy who somehow despite all odds makes your heart melt with his cute smile. You know your sisters won't approve but you just want to give it a shot. Tim hears the whole thing, his heart shattering. No, no he can't let this happen. Can't let some usless boy steal you away from him.

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This one is a little snippet of what would happen after Jason/Red Hood kidnaps his darling.

Jason takes his darling to get her nails done. He lets her pick the nail's length, accessories, style, etc. BUT he gets the nail tech to give her red hood inspired nails. Reader hates it and wants nails that match her hero aesthetic. Nails that would have gone perfectly with her costume, that will remind her of the perfect life she used to have. In the end, her nails remind her of blood and death, Jason kisses her cheek, cooing about how cute the nails look on her. Reader bites her lip trying to keep her tears at bay.

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Superhero names I'm thinking of for the girlies:

𐙚 Dick's darling is Flamebird (from the comics)

𐙚 Jason's darling is FireHawk (also from the comics, I just think the names are so cool😍😍). Unless we go down the Arkham Knight route then she becomes Homa.

𐙚 Tim's darling is Snowbat

𐙚 Damian's darling is still Dove/Raven/Crow/Corvid. Just like how he's still Robin.

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I don't really have a superhero alias for Jean Paul/azreal or Terry's darlings yet.

Oh, and if we want to get a little dead dove with it. Maybe Bruce falls for one of Kate's sidekicks as well and desperately wants to keep her safe. Lock her away in the manor and protect his precious darling from all the terrors of Gotham.

Maybe Kate would end up with a son too. I've always been kinda fascinated by the concept of a batboy. Just a boy sidekick to mirror Barbara. Maybe Barbara ends up falling for him. Maybe he will become her darling.

Okay, so one more thing before I wrap this up 😅😅 I know this post is just me yapping about a random AU. But talking about the girls' careers I'm thinking Damian's darling is a model, maybe one for a big-name magazine. Dick's is obviously a professional ballerina. Tim's darling is a professional cheerleader (idk if that's a real thing but it sounds cool) who also does modeling on the side. And finally, Jason's darling is a famous motorcycle racer.

Also, it would be so cool if the gals had some alt fashion going on. This affects absolutely nothing in the story, you can imagine the reader however you'd like. I just think it'd be funny to imagine Damian with a Lolita-style darling, Jason with a Gyaru-style darling. Tim with a more reverse goth darling. This is just for my own entertainment and an excuse to make Pinterest boards.

Well guys that was my yap of the day. I'll have a proper fic published later today. Most likely a Yandere! Jason Todd x Reader. Thanks for tuning in. Requests are open for this AU.

[felibrary]

╭──╯GOOD DAYS | even as the snow falls atop his hair and the colorful fireworks launch in the distance, sylus can't help but keep his eyes off of you.

pairing: sylus x reader (gender neutral) | content & warnings: just some toothrotting fluff, bit of banter and bicker, reader is implied to be shorter than sylus, possibly ooc sylus | wordcount: 1.1k ; ficlet

author's note: this is based off his nightplume card with my own little add-ons lolll (also i don't even play lad anymore..so if you see any mischaracterizations here..yeah..)

A/N: Loll finally posted again and it's lad haha, enjoy!!

"sylus, i'm cold."

your boyfriend raises his brow and sighs, having the audacity to act disappointed. "i've warned you about the cold weather. should've listened to me about wearing a scarf," he smirks while you on the other hand only huff, frown deepening.

"well, i didn't know it'd be this cold," you shudder as the snowflakes meet your nape and slowly dissolve.

you're pretty sure you look absolutely ridiculous right now — with a runny nose and a hoarse voice complaining about something you're at fault for, to sylus who simply enjoys watching your dilemma and chuckles in amusement.

there aren’t often moments when sylus feels at ease, always on the lookout if something happens to you when he isn’t around. but he knows that if he stays by your side there won’t ever be something bad happening to you — he makes sure of that and instead decides to enjoy these simple but meaningful moments with you.

so maybe these little moments make him pay less attention to his surroundings than usual, oblivious to the snow that gets stuck in his hair and you can’t help but cackle a bit. “what?” he asks curiously. “there’s snow in your hair,” you point out. sylus’ gaze drifts up for a split-second before smiling and lowering his head. “help me,” his voice is soft as he requests you to help him.

even through hands covered in mittens, you can feel how soft sylus’ hair is, you play with his hair for a bit, rubbing your hand over his head before finally brushing the remaining snow out. “be careful, even a crow can turn into a dove in this weather,” you smile. “a crow? what a funny thing of you to say,” sylus returns your smile before turning his head away from you to look at the fireworks and so do you.

the fireworks are pretty, magnificent even. they vary in size, motive, and color but despite all of that each of them is unique and beautiful in its own way, making it unable to rip your eyes off them..besides maybe one exception.

not even a moment later, the exception in question turns to you, expectant ruby eyes staring down at you before swaying his gaze down to the snow-covered railing, smiling. "want me to draw you?" the turned-up collar of his stuffed leather jacket rises and falls along his neck as he exhales.

you follow his gaze and scoff. "sylus, what are you up to," you mutter under your breath. he doesn't respond, instead his gloved hand meets the metal railing before slowly tracing circles in the snow, and soon after you're able to recognize what he drew — a cat.

“seriously? a cat? i thought i’d at least be something more intimidating like a tiger,” you complain in faux offense. sylus only hums “do you know what you look like right now?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond before tracing lines onto the cat’s forehead.

"like a tiger that meows when it opens its mouth," he says, voice laced with sarcasm. upon seeing it, you can't help but crack a smile. "you're so stupid," you express with a shake of your head. "says the stubborn one who refused to dress warmly," he huffs before turning away from you again.

those ruby eyes full of danger and a lust for adventure soften upon seeing the shower of fireworks being cast in the sky. a mixture of bright red and blue colors paints the sky and casts a light shadow over sylus’ figure. 

you playfully roll your eyes at him, grinning as you scoop some of the snow off the railing. “sylus, you still have snow in your hair, want me to get it out for you?” you offer, a sweet smile gracing your lips. “what, you want to deepen our relationship? but if you insist,” he smirks before lowering his head.

you reach forward and unlike sylus’ expectation your hand lands on his cheek, making his eyes widen in surprise while you bite your bottom lip, suppressing the giggle you’ve been meaning to let out ever since you got the idea. sylus shoots you a boyish smile before flicking his fingers against your forehead which catches you off guard. “unprompted benevolence wasn't out of the kindness of your heart,”

before you’re able to process what’s happening, sylus pulls you into a tight embrace, strong arms snaking around your waist and holding you closely to his chest. "sylus let me go, i can't see the fireworks" you muffle into his jacket. "mhm, but weren't you the one who was complaining about the cold just now?” he says absentmindedly and you gaze up at him as he turns his head to the fireworks. 

his eyes find yours again, ruby eyes locking with yours as he gives you a mirthful smile. i'd rather not let you be exposed to the cold again" you glare at him which seems to amuse him even more because his next move is to pull you closer than before. (which you didn’t even know was possible from how close the two of you were already.)

luckily he lets you go soon after and you breathe in relief and observe him curiously as he pulls something out of the pocket of his jacket — a scarf. you gasp in surprise. “you had a scarf with you all along?” you ask him dumbfoundedly, not sure whether to be grateful for having something to warm your neck which isn’t sylus’ biceps, or if you should feel betrayed that he hid it from you.

“i’ve had a hunch that you’d forget yours in the rush, always so forgetful.” he smiles softly before wrapping the scarf around your neck, twice around your neck, and once around your.. eyes? “sylus, i swear to god.” even with your eyes covered beneath the wool scarf you can practically see sylus smirking to himself. “fine, fine,” he mutters, smiling before removing the scarf from your eyes.

the scarf sits nicely around your neck and not to mention it’s very comfortable and keeps you warm. you exchange glances with sylus before turning your attention to the fireworks again. 

from beneath you, on the riverbank, a bunch of people are lighting up their fireworks before watching after them as they fly into the distance. your eyes follow the fireworks as they light up the night sky and their reflections shimmer on the surface of the river. “the fireworks are so pretty, aren’t they?” you turn to sylus, expecting him to watch the fireworks too, instead you find his ruby eyes fixated on yours. 

“yeah, they really are.”

TAGS: @azullumi we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is dedicated to you and your birthday you oldie gramps of a geezer which was one week ago.....but anyway although i don't want to repeat what i said in my birthday letter (which you haven't read yet LOL) i want to tell you that in such a short period of time you've grown to a person I've learned to love so easily as if it were naturally - which it is. you're so loveable that it makes me wonder how anyone could ever hold a grudge towards you? you're the sweetest soul on earth and i wish i would've been there for your birthday to congratulate you in person but well beggars can't be choosers. azul, you're my soulmate and i appreciate everything about you and everything that you've done for me. i love how clear and easy our communication is, i love our little playful banters that other people find questionable and i love that people associate the two of us together, even when it means mistaking us for one another, which just proves how close we even appear to other people. you're the embodiment of lovely and loveable to me. i love you to death azul and once again happy birthday! <3

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[sight-sound-speech]

Wait- did that explosion happen to blow a hole in the wall?

*SPEECH looked over and nodded- an escape route was open now... SOUND noticed his cuffs and collar had broken off from the ground making it so he could move freely again, so he gently unlocked the collars and cuffs on his friends as best as he could. This might be their only chance right now, after all.*

*SIGHT discreetly removed the tracking chips on all of them, making dummies out of some spare clothes they had before they left. He knew that they needed to prepare, to find Dom, and to find allies. For that, he needed to retrieve their gears from someone specific...*

[official-darkforest]

been bouncing around an au in my head for a while. i dont have much solidified yet but here’s the three and their respective parentage

finchfeather (jayfeather) is the oldest of the three, he was born shortly after whitewing and birchfall became warriors (he was.. unplanned LOL)

finch and dove are siblings as jay’s wing and dove’s wing were siblings. it just makes more sense to me

since jay and dove have bird themed names, ivy gets a new one - pigeonfall to parallel dovewing (pigeon- from doves and pigeons being in the same family; -fall from her father since -wing is from their mother). jayfeather got changed to finchfeather since he’s no longer crow’s son (jays and crows are corvids)

holly and lion inherited their “manes” from leafpool’s side of the family

u can see the “order” of the three by the # of white dots on their faces lol

pigeon gets green eyes cuz pretty

finch can perceive light and shadows, but not much else. to him, starclan cats radiate very brightly its almost impossible for even him to miss them.

squirrelflight has fertility issues, yellowfang did lie about being completely barren, though. she and brambleclaw had been trying for kits for moons so he considered it a miracle by the time the three were finally born. it was considered a cryptic pregnancy as whitewing didnt know she was pregnant until her third trimester!

sandstorm, daisy, and ferncloud noticed leafpool’s pregnancy. the latter two kept quiet, and had to convince sandstorm not to mention it before leafpool was ready.

i dont havw any other notes rn but maybe i’ll post more of this au later lol

[jinusajas]

01/18/25; 01:20am

sylus x fem.reader

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight | @madam8

you lay back in bed, tossing and turning against the king sized mattress while struggling to fall asleep. clenching your eyes shut, you held on tightly to your grumpy crow plush, willing your mind to slowly drift off-

only to smell the lingering scent of his cologne on your favorite plush.

with a huff, you gather the comforter and wrap it around your form, holding your beloved crow plush close to your chest as you got out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom toward the hall. despite how the hallways were dimly lit, the sheer amount of times you have walked down these very halls made you accustomed to it, already knowing that your beloved’s office was settled just a mere few feet away from you.

gripping at the doorknob, you opened it and stepped inside sylus’s office, seeing him speaking to someone on the phone. yet the moment his crimson gaze meets yours, he moves the phone away from him.

“mr. sylus?” a man’s voice was heard coming from the receiver, yet the onychinus leader ignores him, keeping his gaze honed in on you. “we’ll talk at a later date. more important matters have just been brought to my attention.”

with those final words, he hangs up the phone, beckoning you to come closer to him, “what’s the matter, little dove?”

“‘m sorry… did i interrupt your meeting?” you take a step closer to sylus, basking in his soft chuckles before you felt him wrapping an arm across your waist. he tucks the comforter even tighter around your form while admiring the grumpy crow plush settled in your embrace, “it wasn’t anything important- at least, not anything that involves me ignoring your own needs.” he traces his fingertip against your bottom lip, smirking at the sight of your pout, “and from the look of things, i assume that you couldn’t sleep without me?”

you nod in confirmation, earning a series of laughter from him, “my my, i believe i’m spoiling you too much.”

he teases you, but still stands from his seat, carrying both you and your plush back into the comfort of your shared bedroom. with you clinging to him, you spoke in a drowsy tone, “mmm, tell me a story?”

sylus lays back in bed with you, still keeping you within his embrace while adjusting the comforter so that he could lay beneath it with you. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as he brought his lips towards your forehead, lingering on your skin while deep in thought. “hm, you’d like a story? well, let’s see what i can come up with…”

you nod and let out a hum, burying your face within his chest while basking in his deep voice, “once upon a time, there was a spoiled princess who dared to enter a dragon’s lair. she was a feisty little thing who showed no fear towards the dragon, even when he was a fearsome fiend. her bravery succeeded in making the dragon feel intrigued with a desire to learn more about her and her world. and despite how guarded the dragon was-“

sylus trails off, hearing the sounds of your soft snores as he smiled, pressing another kiss against the top of your hair, finishing his story with this simple phrase,

“the spoiled princess became the dragon’s greatest treasure.”

end notes: i may have taken a nap that lasted too long and can’t fall asleep 🙂‍↕️ so have this drabble as i enjoy the start of my long weekend ♡ this was 100% inspired by sylus’s chapter 5 touring in love event ♡ pls always read poetry and stories to me, sylus, i beg of u 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!