#i don’t want to say catman but

[duckytree]

true female rage is bryce wayne using her abandoned premed degree to perform experimental trans-species surgery on herself, spearing aquawoman through the heart with her own trident, initiating genocide on the atlanteans, and drowning the earth before moving onto other worlds to do the same all because her catboy was killed

[nyonyen]

NSFW ALPHABET - nyen

AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

smoke a cigarette, make sure you’re not permanently injured, and go to his room/kick you out to sleep (unless he’s really into you, then he’ll spoon you whether you want it or not)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

nyen loves his claws, as well as his abs. why wouldn’t he! he loves your neck, and how much you tremble when he traces it with his finger, threatening to dig his aforementioned claw in

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

always always always inside, whether that be in your mouth, pussy, ass… it’s important to him! plus, better clean-up, right?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

likes it when you successfully overpower or trap him. he knows he could instantly flip the script, but seeing you in power… it does something to him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

nyen likes to think of himself as being super experienced, but the truth is, he didn’t get that much action prior to being a catman. he takes pride in what he knows though, even if he is a bit too rough

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

loves fucking you against a wall standing up, but prefers it when you’re facing him. nyen just generally loves standing during sex, so you can lay down on the bed, hang off the edge, and he’ll be just fine

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

has this man ever been goofy? maybe, but it’s not gonna be during sex

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

trimmed almost down to the follicle, but he ‘doesn’t have time to shave/wax,’ according to him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

nyen maintains eye contact whenever possible, so take from that what you will

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jerks it in the bathroom after he’s had a successful kill, but that’s really it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

anything sadistic, but specifically choking & scratching. loves to spit on you, doesn’t necessarily have to be in your mouth. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bathroom (usually against the sink), living room wall when he can

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

killing, being pissed off, when you wear his hat, and when you smoke one of his cigs

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

try asking nyen to bottom, see what happens. i dare you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

obsessed with fucking your throat, and feeling you gag.

will pick you up and make you sit on/straddle his face, that’s really the only time he’ll give you oral

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast as all hell, until he wants to tease you before you cum (if he lets you at all)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

adores quickies because they usually leave you unsatisfied, but he’s fine just having a hole to fill. nyen’ll use any opportunity to get his dick wet like that

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

everything this catman does is a risk, an experiment to see how much you can take. he doesn’t want you to die, god no, but he’ll bring you to the brink at some point

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i don’t think his stamina ever runs out… it only ends when he decides

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he used to have a fleshlight/tenga, but it disappeared a few months back (randal probably nicked it, gross)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves to tease, but honestly? he prefers overstimulating you to the point of tears more

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

eerily quiet… until he’s about to cum. he bites down on you to hide his groans

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

unsurprisingly, he loves marking you. his favorite thing, though, is when others in the household ask you about them. ‘oh no, it seems like you got into a cat fight! let me take a look at that…’ -luther

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7-inch, a bit too veiny…

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he doesn’t ‘yearn’ per say, but he times his needs to inconvenience you the most

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

waits until you knock out before he lets himself rest. what a gentleman!

[monalogs]

Relax | Nyon

➷ Paring - Nyon x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - Drug use (weed), grinding, use of Russian words (translations provided at the end), making out, just Nyon being sweet :)

a/n - pumped this out in a few hours, i got too excited LOL. apologies for any mistakes. p.s can you tell i haven't smoked in literal years

You huff, finally completing cleaning the kitchen. It had been a long day in the Ivory household, well, for you at least. A bulk of the chores tended to fall on you and with the antics the house seemed to get into, they piled up quickly.

It was annoying for sure, you rarely got any help. Nyen was the type to add dishes to the sink while you were washing them, Luther was always busy with other things, Randal made most of the messes, and even and Sebastian barely took notice of your effort. You couldn't catch a break.

Well, except Nyon.

The quiet catman actually did assist you most days, much to your relief. You never asked him to, he just did. You really appreciated the silent connection you both had. With all the personality between these walls, when it came down to it, you both kept the most level heads. You're sure the house wouldn't function the same without that.

Which is why you are so frustrated today. You haven’t seen Nyon all day. Again, he wasn't obligated to help you per say, but he lived in this house just as much as you did. So why are you doing all the work?

Your back and feet ached terribly, and you still needed to do laundry. Groaning, you turn a corner when you bump into someone– Nyon, coincidentally.

Usually, you smile and try to small-talk him (despite his standoff behavior) but today, you are so irked you scoff and put down the full laundry basket on the ground. “Your clothes are in here, y’know.” Nyon watches you cross your arms.

His face is stoic, as usual. He stares at you while you stare back at him. It's awkward, and you realize how stupid it is to expect some response from him. You go to pick the basket up again when you feel him grab your shoulder. Looking up, you expect another stare, but he's sheepishly looking off to the side before muttering, “Come.”

Before you can ask, he's walking off, making you follow him. You realize you've walked into his room, where he shuts the door behind him. “Okay… what is it? I still have things to do, Nyon.”

You're still giving him that attitude and Nyon hates that. He didn't mean to be out all day, he wanted to surprise you with something. He knows how stressed you’ve been.

He motions you to sit on the messy bed with him, and despite your tone, you listen. “ Мне жаль, I know you are tired.” His accent is low and smooth, giving a weird butterfly feeling in your stomach you weren't used to. He didn't talk much, but was his voice always so… enticing?

Suddenly, all the peeves you had with him were gone. You shift on the bed as he continues, “I got us this.” He pulls out a zipped baggie and reaches in to reveal… a joint.

It’s silent for a second before you let out a laugh. “Really? You got us a joint?” You giggle as he rubs his neck, “We don’t need to do it if you don’t wish–” Cutting him off, you lean forward close to him, “Oh, no, we are. I fucking need this, light it.”

Nyon gulps to himself, when did it get warm in here? He quickly lights it per your request, making sure it's ready as he passes it to you. With a big inhale, the smoke fills your lungs– and you immediately cough it all out. Now, it's Nyon’s turn to let out a chuckle. It’s small, but it's enough to make you giggle too. You push his shoulder in a playful way, “Hey, it's been a while for me!”

He takes the lit joint from your hand while you still recover from the burn in your lungs. Swiftly, he takes a massive puff from the joint, and expertly keeps it down before he releases the smoke. Your jaw hangs, “So you do this often?” Nyon shows a small smirk, “Eh, time to time.”

Time passes and before long, the joint has been passed between you two enough for you to really start to feel it. Finally, you tap out and lay on the bed, satisfied with the fuzzy feeling going up and down your body. Nyon takes the joint, setting it aside on an ashtray.

You motion him to lay beside you, and he hesitates for a second before he does. A couple inches separate you both, in the low lighting you can see his glossy eyes gaze back at you. You don’t know what you are thinking before you inch closer to him, placing a hand on his face. “Don’t be nervous, relax.”

Nyon’s eyelids hang low, “Do you feel good?” You hum, “Yeah, really good.” Nyon’s chest is noticeably moving in and out as sweat builds on his temples. “Remember, this is to relax.” You try to remind him when he suddenly lets out a curse in Russian you don't understand. “It's hard– it's hard to. You're so close. I want you closer, любимая.” He speaks quickly and without a thought you pull him into a deep kiss.

After you both separate, you roll on top of him. Straddling his hips, you lean down and kiss him more. He seems to have found some confidence, placing his hands on your hips as your tongues interlock.

When you pull away, you see his half lidded eyes and flushed face. Slowly, you start to grind against his hardness, the hazy feeling in your head becomes stronger when you feel the warmth between your legs.

“родная, take off our clothes, yes?” You nod and he follows suit, both tugging at each other’s clothes in between kisses. Finally, you lay exposed on the bed with him hovering over you. Everything moves quickly, feeling Nyon’s warm length rubbing against you.

Your hands trace the firmness of his body, you hadn't realized how attractive the catman really was. Maybe it was the THC talking, but you can't help but wrap your legs around him and pitch.

“Please, Nyon–” He hushes you, grinding against your slick warmth, his breaths heavy as you feel his heart beat through his chest, “Relax, любимая.”

You whine and pull him closer, “Don’t tease!” You're sure he can see the desire in your red eyes, pleading with him to just sink in. He pushes himself closer to you and aligns himself, kissing your neck before he murmurs, “Okay, okay.” How could he ever deny you?

He finally thrusts in, slowly, inch by inch before he completely fills you. Both of you have a groan escape your mouths. Nyon almost feels like he's about to burst right then, the sensation is so clear and strong. You feel heavenly, better than he ever used to imagine. He keeps himself from thrusting too hard, instead choosing to pace himself so he can savor this moment with you. You sound so beautiful, look so beautiful, staring at him with those glossy lidded eyes. He wants to make sure you feel every inch of him.

“So sweet, (Y/N). So sweet and perfect, только для меня” His kisses trail down your neck, meeting your collar bone, leaving hickies. Your moans fill the room, not even realizing how loud you are being, fully focusing on the heat consuming your body. “Cute sounds.” Nyon says through passionate huffs. He appreciates his silence typically; himself barely letting out any noises, but he wants to hear it all from you, every whine and moan.

It isn't long before your moans turn into whines, reaching your tipping point when Nyon hits that spot that makes you tighten around him over and over again. “You want to come?” You nod and wrap around him closer, “Yes, yes– Don’t stop!” Nyon listens, pistoning in and out with such intensity you swear you see stars. Finally, you cross your legs behind Nyon’s back, arching your back as you come undone around him.

Soon, Nyon can’t keep himself together when the sensation of your tightness becomes too much. “Ебать–” He pulls himself out and shoots white all over your heaving stomach. It’s a lot , how long has he been holding this in? He slouches over you, observing your sweaty face, “Sorry, mess.”

You shush him, pulling him to lay next to you once again. “No, no, don't worry. It was amazing.” You giggle, still feeling the high linger on your body. It’s less intense, now you just feel tired.

Nyon shows you a small smile as you wrap your arms across his waist, big spooning him.

“I like you.” Nyon admits, letting go of a weight on his chest he had been holding for a while now. He feels like he's about to melt, it's like he didn't just fuck you, instead it's as if he’s a school girl confessing under a cherry tree.

He slowly turns his head to look at you, meeting your gaze. It's silent for a second, then you kiss his nose, “I do too.”

…

“I am hard again.”

Мне жаль - I'm sorry

любимая - darling

родная - dear

только для меня - only for me

Ебать - fuck

I apologize if anything is inaccurate! I used google translate. If anyone who knows Russian sees any mistakes, please tell me and I will fix them :)

[hamsterclaw]

Pow

Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Subversion of Batman roles, smut, crack and misandry

Warnings: Sex, pouty JK

For Memes @madbutgloriouspond who took this idea and ran with it and came up with all the best lines including ‘being taken seriously as a man.’ Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk for encouraging the crack all the way.

Gotham is cast in perpetual twilight to you because of your burden of being her protector.

The villains who seek their own gains stop for no man, even if they look hella sexy in a catsuit.

Jeon Jungkook aka Catboy because Catman didn’t have quite the same naughty ring to it, crosses his arms over his chest and expects you not to be distracted as he talks to you.

You remind yourself to tell him he needs to talk less pouty if he wants anyone to actually listen, but for now you just enjoy the view.

‘They didn’t even stop when I stood in front of them,’ he complains.

You tear your gaze away from his sculpted ass as he slinks around the bat cave and try to concentrate on his words.

‘Did you tell them to stop?’ you ask, undoing your weapon belt and letting it fall to the floor for your trusty manservant Park Jimin to pick up later.

‘I told them!’ Jungkook whines, voice going pitchy like it does when he’s at his most agitated. ‘I threatened them with my claws!’

‘Oh Kookie,’ you sigh. ‘You need to work on your presence, baby girl.’

You unhook your cape and toss it aside carelessly.

‘Will you give me a back rub, kitty?’

‘Don’t call me kitty!’ whinges Jungkook.

‘Ok ok, don’t get testerical,’ you say hastily, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. God, he gets so tetchy sometimes.

Like it’s a problem being so pretty he gets constantly objectified.

Man problems mystify you.

You start peeling off your leather batsuit.

‘Maybe if you want to be taken seriously as a man you should stop stealing jewellery,’ you suggest.

Jungkook goes all red in the face with how worked up he is. You can tell by how he takes a deep breath before he starts speaking that he’s about to go on another one of his meninist tirades.

God, if he wasn’t so pretty you’d break up with him and date Poison Ivy. Now Kim Taehyung’s a man who leans into his menininity.

You need to head this off at the pass before he gets truly worked up and refuses to sleep with you.

‘JK,’ you say, voice low, velvety. ‘C’mere baby.’

He stops talking but doesn’t move, looking at you like he’s considering saying no.

‘You know I respect you as a man, don’t you?’

Jungkook stares at you, wide-eyed, and you know you nearly have him.

‘You’re the strongest man I know, much stronger than me.’

The corner of his pretty mouth curls up slightly.

‘Come and let me sit on your lap, baby,’ you coo.

When he reaches the rather conveniently located lounger you’re womanspreading across, he’s already hard.

You remind yourself to send Hobi a lil something to thank him for the incredible job he did designing Catboy’s fitted latex number.

You ask, ‘can I touch you, baby?’

Jungkook nods, pouts a little.

Men love it when you respect them.

You slip out of the batsuit, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body wildly, like he can’t decide where he wants to look most.

‘Can you take your suit off for me, doll?’ you ask.

He unzips slowly, tugging the suit down to reveal sculpted shoulders, defined pecs with dusky nipples.

You kiss his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples. He lets out a low moan as you roll one nipple between your fingers whilst sucking the other. His cock twitches under its latex prison.

You help him out of the rest of his suit, until he’s bare, standing in front of you fully erect.

You wrap your hand around his cock and tug him gently down.

He groans as you sit in his lap.

You’re already wet, have been since he folded his arms earlier, creating a cleavage displayed to perfection by the low neckline of his suit.

Another Hobi genius design.

Jungkook moans prettily as you move up and down on his cock. His forehead is sweaty, his hair sticking to it in pretty curls.

He looks wrecked, and you’ve barely started fucking him.

‘I’ve barely touched you,’ you taunt, a little breathless yourself from how rigid and thick his cock feels inside you.

He says nothing, reduced to whimpering and moaning as he helps you move your hips.

You press your fingers against his parted lips, into the wet warmth of his mouth.

‘Suck, baby.’

‘Gonna cum,’ he mumbles around your fingers.

‘Already? You’re such a slut for me, we’ve barely started, baby boy,’ you pant.

Jungkook cries out as he comes, spurting hot streaks of white into your cunt. His pretty moans rise in pitch until he’s so loud you’re glad the batcave is soundproof.

He buries his face between your breasts as his cries subside.

‘Come on,’ you say, pinching his nipple. ‘One more for me, baby.’

Jungkook twitches helplessly inside you, still hard.

‘I can’t!’ he protests.

‘You can,’ you say, reaching between his spread legs to press a finger against his rim.

Jungkook cries out in pleasure as you nudge a knuckle against his rim.

You squeeze his cock, which is already hardening inside you, and Jungkook whines.

‘Gotta,’ he grunts.

He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead rolling on top of you so he can start hammering into you.

His stamina is ridiculous.

You’ve always appreciated how he keeps himself in good shape for you, his figure is as manly as the day you met him trying ineffectually to rob a bank using his manly wiles.

You’d paid the bank manager and the chief of police off to not pursue him.

Robbing banks is really a woman’s job. Men lack the finesse to do it properly.

Jungkook’s breathy moaning snaps you back into the present.

‘Are you close?’ you demand, fingers under his chin.

‘Yes,’ he cries out. ‘Fuck, yes.’

You hold out until you feel him pulsing inside you, his hands tight on your ass.

‘Good boy,’ you say, breathless, ‘that’s good, baby.’

Jungkook presses kisses to your neck as he helps you grind on him, seeking your own pleasure now.

You moan as he bucks his hips, and then you’re coming, wetness seeping from you to coat his cock.

He wraps his arms around you, and you bury your face in his soft hair.

‘Wanna snuggle,’ he says, muffled into your chest.

You sigh.

Men get so clingy after sex sometimes when all you want to do is tap that ass.

He pouts up at you, and your heart softens.

‘Ok, catboy, we can snuggle,’ you say, resigned.

Hopefully he doesn't want to stay the night too.

©hamsterclaw 2023

This is for Memes @madbutgloriouspond who encouraged this crackiness and came up with all the best lines including my favourite line about 'being taken seriously as a man'. Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk equally for running and encouraging this chaos.

[teaberrii]

Chapter Ten: Surprise, Surprise

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“I was only gone for a few minutes!” Kaveh says as Alhaitham calmly gets off of you. “Y’all just couldn’t wait, could you?”

You sit up, your heart still racing from what had happened. Should you be thankful or disappointed that Kaveh showed up? You almost pulled Alhaitham closer, imagining what his lips would feel like against yours. But maybe you should be thankful… because there would be no going back.

You and Kaveh leave Alhaitham’s room as the man gets dressed. You’re keeping Kaveh company in the kitchen as he gets the takeout food ready.

“Haitham told me a bit about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” you joke.

Kaveh turns to you and puts a hand on the kitchen counter. “I’ve never heard him talk so fondly about someone before.” Then, he looks past you. “Why don’t you tell her, Haitham?”

Alhaitham walks up beside you, fully dressed. You meet his gaze, but you’re the first to look away.

“Doing so would only be for your enjoyment,” Alhaitham says flatly to his ex-roommate.

Kaveh laughs. “Fine. You got me there, Kittyman.”

As the evening goes on, you learn a lot about Kaveh and Alhaitham. Some include that they don't have siblings. Their parents are also still overseas. That's when Kaveh decides to ask you about your family.

“Haitham said you have two younger siblings,” Kaveh says.

“Aether and Lumine," you say. "They're twins."

“Raising three kids….” Kaveh sucks in a small breath as he pours you and Alhaitham more tea. “I can’t imagine how much work that would be.”

“I couldn’t either,” you say. “...Which was why I was so surprised when my mom wanted to adopt. I thought I was enough work already.”

Kaveh and Alhaitham glance at each other at this new piece of information. “Aether and Lumine are adopted?” Alhaitham asks.

You nod. “They were around ten years old when we adopted them. They’ve been through a lot of different families before then.”

“...Must’ve been hard on them,” Kaveh says.

“Yeah. They didn’t want to be separated. That made it hard… some families just wanted one child.”

“What made your mother want to adopt?” Alhaitham asks.

You chuckle softly. “That’s… a long story, Catman.”

“Well, we got the time,” Kaveh says. “I’m curious too, honestly.”

"My mother loves kids, so she always wanted a big family. But… not long after they had me, my father got into an accident."

“...Oh, geez,” Kaveh says quietly.

"He was left bedridden for many years," you continue softly. "...My mother took care of him until she decided to take him off life support at his request."

You feel someone’s fingers brush against yours. It’s Alhaitham’s.

“Did your mother ever remarry?” Kaveh asks.

"No." Then, you sigh. "It was only her and me for a while." When Alhaitham sees you hesitating, he gently puts his hand on yours. You give him a slight smile. "Even though she was a single mother, she wanted more kids. It wasn't until after things settled down that she looked into adopting since she was at an age where it was risky to get pregnant again."

“...And that’s how she found Aether and Lumine.”

“Yes,” you say to Alhaitham. “Maybe it was fate.”

“I guess that’s something you believe in,” Kaveh says, looking at you.

“I never thought you’d ask such a thought-provoking question.”

“These things are usually left to Haitham, right?” Kaveh shrugs. “I bet he’s curious about your thoughts, too.”

You glance at Alhaitham, who's looking at you intently. "...Well, the accident was out of my mother's control. But, if we continued to dwell on the past, nothing would change. My mother wouldn't have thought to adopt, and we wouldn't have met Lumine and Aether. So… I think everyone has more than one fate, but it's our actions that determine which path we take."

Kaveh smiles knowingly but keeps quiet about his thoughts.

“...I’m sorry about what happened to your father,” Alhaitham says. “You must’ve been young when that happened.”

Your bottom lip curls inwards as you nod. There’s more to the story, but it’s something you don’t want to share. Not at this time, at least, as it deals with your… troubled past. Perhaps Alhaitham picks up your hesitation as he doesn’t pursue the matter further.

“You know..." you say, "You could probably pass as their brother, Kaveh.”

“Me?”

You show him a photo of Lumine and Aether just as Alhaitham says, “I can see it.”

Kaveh leans closer to your phone. “Whoa… we do look a little alike, huh?” Then, he swings his arm around you. “Should I call you Sis from now on?”

"Are you the long lost brother?" you joke.

“What do you think, Haitham?”

Alhaitham subtly smiles. “Sounds like a plot to a story.”

You laugh. "Should I give you royalty fees if I use it?"

“Hey, hey, don’t forget about me!”

“We already have,” Alhaitham says.

Kaveh rolls his eyes. “Yeesh, why does it feel like I’m interrupting something?” Then, he leans back. “Oh, wait. I already did, didn’t I?”

“That—”

Kaveh waves his hand dismissively. “Just close the door next time, would you?” He smiles at Alhaitham. “Still, did you find out anything interesting about your curse so far?”

“She has to be the one to initiate it,” Alhaitham says. “It doesn’t work if I kiss her.”

“Kitty kisses are out of the question, huh?” Kaveh turns to you. “Careful, Sis. He’ll probably suffocate you with them in a fight to get on your good side.”

You glance at Alhaitham with an amused smile. “Nah. He’ll probably leave scratch marks.”

“Oh, it sounds like you speak from experience already. How far have you two gone?!” Kaveh looks down, “On second thought, don’t answer that.”

You shake your head with a small smile.

◆◆◆

It’s the day before the Awards Night, and you’re sitting at home reading Heart’s Desire when you hear a knock at the door. You already know who it is as it’s the day you’re meeting Alhaitham’s grandfather.

When you open the door, Alhaitham is dressed in a black dress shirt that's tucked neatly into his dark grey pants with a black belt. It’s something that you’ve noticed; he always dresses in dark colours, and he almost always leaves the first two buttons of his dress shirts unbuttoned. You get a whiff of his cologne along with his shampoo.

"You make me feel underdressed," you say.

Nonsense. Your casual, high-waisted plaid skirt and white turtleneck look great on you. Alhaitham doesn't know what it is, but the black pantyhose adds a nice touch to the outfit.

"How?" he asks. Then, he smiles slightly. "This outfit suits you."

Alhaitham is driving toward the hospital with you in the passenger seat when you ask about the kind of person his grandfather is. It's not like you're unfamiliar with him, but you've only seen the professional side. You're curious about what he's like without the corporate mask.

“...It seems like you want to make a good impression,” Alhaitham asks with an amused smile.

"W-Well, wouldn't you if you're meeting your boss? I know I'm meeting him as… your friend, but he's still the CEO. So I don't want him to think I'm unprofessional."

Ah. So, you’re treating this more like a professional meeting. Makes sense. But…

"Would your attitude and stance change if you met him as my girlfriend?"

You quickly turn to him. “What kind of question is that?”

“A genuine one.”

“I… suppose it wouldn’t be too different. That’s a different kind of pressure, though.”

Does this mean you wouldn't want to date him? Because of the pressure?

“Has your mother asked you about us?”

"Not a lot, surprisingly," you answer. "She hasn't mentioned matchmaking parties since that day, though." You sigh. "I guess she's waiting for those pictures and an update after our date." When you see him smiling, you raise a brow. "Um, what's with that smile?"

"Well, it's not like we'll stay at the hospital all day. So if you don't have any plans tonight, can I take you out?"

“Tonight?”

Alhaitham glances at you. “You sound surprised.”

“It’s just so sudden.”

“We’re already out.” When the car slowly pulls to a stop in front of a red spotlight, he turns to you. “...And you’re dressed so nicely today. It would be a waste."

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you say with a small smile.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

You chuckle. “Well, Catman, I have high expectations.”

“That only makes me want to exceed them.”

You hold his stare but ultimately look away with a short laugh. “Let’s see what you got.”

Alhaitham pulls up to the hospital a short while later. As he parks the car and shifts the gears, he asks, "Did you tell Aether you'd be coming today?"

“I didn’t, actually,” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt. “I thought I’d surprise him.”

You didn’t know it’d be the other way around.

When you and Alhaitham arrive on your brother’s floor, you’re surprised to see him standing in front of a scared-looking Ayaka and glaring at two bigger boys.

“Aether?” you ask, quickly walking over.

Your brother turns to you, his eyes wide. “Sis? What are you doing here?”

One of the boys scoffs loudly. “Sis? That old woman is your sister?”

“Fuck off,” Aether spat.

The other boy grabs Aether by the collar, and you immediately glare at him. “Let him go.”

The boy looks at you. “And if I don’t?”

“This is a hospital,” you say sternly.

“So? Besides, your brother’s at fault. He messed with us first.”

“You were harassing her!” Aether says loudly.

Alhaitham is keeping a close eye on the situation when he sees Ayato out of the corner of his eye. The actor notices Alhaitham but quickly turns his attention to the scene in front of him.

“Ayaka?”

"We weren't harassing her," the boy says. He pushes Aether, but Alhaitham and Ayato steady him before he hits the ground.

The boy approaches Ayaka, but you step in front of her. "She clearly doesn't want your company," you say sternly. "Leave her alone."

“What’s an old woman like you gonna do?”

The boy raises a hand, but Alhaitham grabs his wrist. The boy turns around and desperately tries to move his arm, but the iron grip Alhaitham has on him renders him useless.

"You're causing a ruckus," Alhaitham says. A few patients have opened their doors, wondering what the noise is about. One of them is Alhaitham's grandfather. "Everyone here is a witness to your harassment."

The boys look at each other. Then, Alhaitham forcefully lets the boy go. He stumbles but gains his footing before glaring at Alhaitham and leaving with his friend.

“Kids these days…” Alhaitham’s grandfather narrows his eyes at the rowdy teens. “You’d think they have a shred of respect for each other.”

“Are you two okay?” Ayato asks. He puts his hand on Ayaka's shoulder.

"...I'm fine," she says. 

“What happened?” you ask Aether.

Aether looks away and puts a hand in his pocket. “We were supposed to go for a walk… and these two guys started bugging her.”

“They were just talking to me at first,” Ayaka adds quietly. “But, when I said I didn’t want their company, they started getting pushy.”

“So, I stepped in,” Aether mutters. "I told them to fuck off."

"...You're injured, Aether," you say.

Aether glares at you. “Did you want me to call a doctor or a nurse then? There wasn’t time!”

“I’m not blaming you."

“Well, it sounds like you are! What was I supposed to do? Just let them harass her?”

You're standing in front of your brother. "No, that's not what I'm saying at all." You look at his leg that's still in a cast. "You also could've gotten hurt."

“Aether…” Ayaka says quietly.

“I know,” your brother mutters. “I know, okay? I don’t need you telling me what I already know.”

You watch your brother grab his clutches from Ayato and storm off.

“...Is he going to be okay?”

Aether’s behaviour doesn’t surprise you. You’re used to it. He always gets moody when you “nag.” But, this time, he seems especially moody. Perhaps it’s because it’s in front of Ayaka.

“Haitham.” Alhaitham’s grandfather walks up to him. “Are these your friends?”

This is far from the introduction you’re hoping for.

“Yes,” Alhaitham answers. First, he gestures to you and says your name. “She’s my friend who you’ve heard about.” Then, he looks at Ayato. “Ayato is an actor who’s working on a project in one of our departments. Finally, he gestures to Ayaka. “This is his sister.”

"And that hot-headed young man back there…."

“That was my brother,” you say. "...I apologize for his behaviour."

You aren’t sure what his nod means, but you decide not to ask.

“This is my grandfather,” Alhaitham says, breaking the silence. “The CEO of Sumeru Entertainment.”

“C-CEO?” Ayaka gasps.

Alhaitham’s grandfather laughs. “Is it that big of a surprise, young lady?" Then, he turns to you. “You are the one who wrote Love in the Spotlight, yes?”

“Yes.”

He smiles. “It’s a very respectable work. I must say that I’m looking forward to what you come up with next.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

“Should we talk more inside?”

Alhaitham notices your hesitation. You must want to look for your brother. “Why don’t the three of you head inside? I’ll look for Aether.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

Alhaitham nods. “...I’ll take care of him.”

Perhaps it is for the best. You're probably the last person Aether wants to see right now, next to Ayaka.

“Um, but what about me?”

“I think you know the answer to that, Ayaka,” Ayato says kindly. “We’ve all been there… wanting to look cool in front of a girl. He wouldn’t be comfortable if you consoled him.”

"I'm sure that young man will listen to reason," Alhaitham's grandfather says. "If he has the courage to protect a young lady, he has the potential to be a promising man."

You never imagined the meeting to take place without Alhaitham. Isn't that the reason you came here? Well, here's to another one of life's curveballs.

◆◆◆

When Alhaitham finds Aether, your brother is sitting on a bench alone. He’s looking at something on his phone, and when he senses someone approaching him, he looks to the side and awkwardly puts his phone away.

"...Did Sis ask you to come to look for me?" Aether asks.

“No.” Alhaitham glances at the empty space beside Aether. “Is this spot taken?”

“...Go ahead.”

So, Alhaitham takes it, and a short silence settles in until…

“What would you have done?” Aether asks, and Alhaitham looks at him. “...If my sister was in trouble like that, would you have done something?”

“I’d do anything to protect her.”

“...Then, I didn’t do anything wrong, right?”

“...Protecting someone isn’t just about protecting that person, however.”

Aether slightly tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

"Simply put, there are different ways to handle a situation."

Aether sighs. “...I know what you’re trying to say. I shouldn’t have charged head-first like that, right? I should’ve considered all of my options.”

“When something unexpected happens, we sometimes act on impulse, especially if it’s something we’ve never experienced before.” Alhaitham gives him a small smile. “No one is born knowing what to do in every situation. We learn through our experiences. So, you shouldn’t dwell on this. Rather, take it as experience.”

"That's sure is a positive way of looking at it," Aether says quietly. He hunches over. "...This isn't the first time something like this happened. A few years ago, I cussed at and punched a guy who was bugging Lumine. Sis had to come to the police station because mom was recovering from surgery."

Then, a quiet sigh. "I still remember how tired she looked," he continues. "She was already busy with work. I felt like I was just burdening her, but I couldn't control myself. But... in the end, I just caused more trouble for both of them." Aether groans. "I couldn't exactly protect Lumine. This time, I couldn't protect Ayaka." He sighs loudly. "She must think I'm pathetic."

“Are you sure?”

“...You sound certain that she doesn’t.”

“If your sister tried to protect you while she was injured, what would you think of her?”

Aether is silent for a short moment. Then, he says, “...I’d think she was stupid. Stupid… but kinda cool.”

“Would that not be what Ayaka thinks of you?”

“Yeah… but she thinks I’m stupid.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “Haven’t we all been there?”

Aether narrows his eyes. "You're telling me that girls have thought you were stupid? That's incredibly hard to believe. I mean… look at you! You're like…." He relies on his hands and body language to help him find the right word. But, eventually, settles with, "...Like if the word cool was a person!"

“But I wasn’t always the person I am now.”

“Um… what kind of person were you like before?”

"That's a secret. But I wasn't proud of him. I knew I had to make changes."

“How long did that take… to, um”—Aether awkwardly scratches the back of his head—“to become the person you are now?”

"...Let's just say it took a lot of experience."

Aether sighs again. “I guess I still have a lot to learn.”

“Knowing and acknowledging that means you’re already improving.”

Aether smiles. “So, I just upped my charm, right?”

“I would say so," Alhaitham says, returning his smile.

Then, Aether's face turns serious. "...I want to protect Ayaka, but I also want to protect my sisters. They're always worried about me… and I don't want to burden them anymore." He hops off the bench. "It's finally time for Aether 2.0!"

"Aether?" Aether and Alhaitham recognize the voice immediately. Lumine walks toward them and smiles at Alhaitham. "Mr. Neighbour! What are you doing here?"

“He was giving me experience points.”

Lumine raises a brow. “Experience points? What are you talking about, Aether?”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Aether waves his hand dismissively. “Did you come to visit?”

"No, Aether. I go to the hospital in my free time."

Aether returns his sister's deadpan look with one of his own.

“We were just heading back,” Alhaitham says, standing.

“Oh, if you’re here… does that mean Sis is here, too?” Lumine asks as the three of you walk back into the hospital.

"Why is everyone keeping hospital visits a secret now?" Aether asks. He looks at Lumine. "Even you didn't tell me you were coming!"

"It's called a surprise, Aether." Then, to Alhaitham, she asks, "Why'd you and Sis keep it a secret?"

“We’re here to visit my grandfather.”

Lumine gasps. “Wait… are you two that serious already?”

Alhaitham doesn’t want to admit that the two of you haven’t even started yet.

When Alhaitham opens the door to his grandfather's room, he hears a hearty laugh from him. Alhaitham guesses that he's in good company.

“Oh, Haitham, you’re back! And with… two young people this time.”

“Lumine,” you say, surprised.

Your sister smiles at you before turning to Alhaitham’s grandfather. “H-hello! My name is Lumine.” She points to you. "She's my sister, and"—she slightly frowns at Aether—"he's my brother."

After his grandfather greets her, he says, “It seems like we have quite a group here, don’t we?”

Aether walks up to you, and you stare at him calmly. “...Sorry for lashing out at you like that earlier. I didn’t mean to.”

“I shouldn’t have chided you like that,” you say with a small smile.

Lumine looks from you to Aether and back to you. “...Did something happen? What am I missing?”

“I still have to thank you for protecting Ayaka the way you did, Aether,” Ayato says. “I’ve already thanked your sister.”

Aether smiles at him and then turns to Ayaka. “...I promise I’ll protect you next time.”

"Um... why are we getting all sappy?" Lumine asks upon seeing Ayaka's shy smile.

You turn to Alhaitham, who catches you looking at him. Then, you quietly mouth, “What did you say to him?”

Alhaitham subtly smiles and gives a little shrug.

◆◆◆

“My, would you look at the time! It really flies when you’re having fun.”

It's true. It was shortly after lunch when you and Alhaitham arrived, and now it's almost dinner time.

“Should we go out for dinner together?” Ayato asks.

No, Alhaitham wants to say. He only wants to take you out to dinner. No siblings. No friends. Just you and him.

“Actually, we have plans.”

Everyone turns to Alhaitham, who looks unfazed.

“We?” Ayaka asks.

“Ooh, I get it,” Lumine says. “You’re taking Sis out to dinner, aren’t you?”

“Just the two of you?” his grandfather asks, raising a brow. “Aren't you two just friends?”

Aether and Lumine gasp simultaneously. “What!”

Oh no. You do not want to deal with the explanations right now, but it seems like it’s getting messier.

Before your siblings can bombard you with questions, Alhaitham says, “We’re a work in progress.”

You freeze when he takes your hand. Ayaka gasps quietly. Ayato’s kind smile doesn’t change. Lumine and Aether still look like they have questions.

“...A boss and employee relationship,” Ayato chuckles. “It sounds like the plot of a romance novel.”

“Boss and employee… relationship?” Lumine turns to Alhaitham. “Do you work with Sis? I thought you were a scholar at Akademiya.”

“Didn’t you know, Lumine?” Ayato asks. “Alhaitham is the stand-in CEO for Sumeru Entertainment.”

Lumine’s jaw drops, and she immediately turns to you. “You’re dating a CEO?!”

You feel like you’re sweating bullets now.

Aether slowly claps. “If mom knew, she would freak.”

You want to tell them not to tell your mother. Not yet, at least. But the Awards Night pops into your mind, and you figure Alhaitham’s identity will be revealed to everyone.

"We thought it would be best to keep our relationship a secret," you say. You know Alhaitham is looking at you, which makes you even more nervous. You can't have him doing all the work. It won't be fair. You turn to Lumine. "I didn't lie to you and mom. But we didn't want to mention that he's currently my CEO because we weren't official yet."

It surprises you how smoothly you said it.

Alhaitham's grandfather puts a hand over his heart. Everyone almost gets scared until he says, "Haitham… you have a lot of explaining to do. My heart can't take these kinds of surprises."

“I’m sorry I kept this from you,” Alhaitham says. “I—”

“But first, don’t you have a date to go on?”

You and Alhaitham glance at each other. But it’s Ayato who says, “Unless you’d like some company.”

“No.”

Alhaitham’s quick, flat response almost draws a soft laugh from everyone else.

“Well, get going then,” his grandfather says.

Before you and Alhaitham walk out the door, Lumine adds,” We want to see pictures!”

You look over your shoulder, and this time it’s you who flatly says, “No.”

◆◆◆

As soon as you and Alhaitham are in the car, you sigh. “...I thought I was going to get a heart attack.”

“Does this mean we’re official now?”

You glance at him and see that he's looking at you. "I don't know, Catman. Are we?"

He shifts the gears. “...You’re going to drive me crazy, you know."

“It’s only fair,” you say quietly.

Wait. Does that mean what he thinks it means?

“So”—you look straight ahead—“Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Well, if I learned anything about you since the day we met, you’re full of surprises, Catman.”

Alhaitham eventually pulls up to the lakeside, where there's a long path for people to jog, walk, or bike. On the other side, there's a great view of the cityscape.

“An evening walk by the lake?” you ask with a small smile. “Simple yet… intimate, I would say.” You unbuckle your seatbelt. "And here I thought we were going to have dinner."

"Who says that isn't on the agenda?"

You smile. "Well, if you don't have a place in mind, can I pick the place?"

Alhaitham does. One of the most expensive—if not the most expensive—restaurants in the heart of the business district. The top floor has a gorgeous city view. He's been there before but never with someone special. Would it be childish to tell you he's always imagined sharing the nighttime city view with that special someone?

However, he'll let you choose. Just because he wants to do a little more if he does take you there.

"Of course," he answers.

You and Alhaitham walk side-by-side, enjoying the evening breeze that carries the sounds of laughter and quiet conversations.

“What did you say to Aether, by the way?”

"Nothing, really," Alhaitham says as a person jogs by. "He's a smart kid."

“I don’t doubt that, but I know my brother.” You look at him. “You must’ve worked some kind of magic on him.”

Before the biker behind you even gets a chance to ring the bell, Alhaitham has his arm around you and effortlessly sweeps you to his side. Your hands are on his shoulders. His arm is still around you, and your face is close to his.

“...Magic, huh?”

Your gaze falls to his lips. "...Or, is it top secret?"

“Secret or not,” he says quietly, slowly leaning closer, “I’d rather work my magic on you.”

Just before his lips brush against yours, you suddenly hear someone call your name. Startled, you pull back, and Alhaitham is just as surprised. Then, your name comes again, and you recognize the voice. This time, you turn around.

“Mom,” you say. “What a surprise.”

Chapter Eleven

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[smallestapplin]

Catboy submas twins? How you adopted them and they intentionally became your spouses

Gonna do the adopting part separately

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🔲Ingo🔲

- you were coming back from a long day of work. But you needed to make a stop to finish typing a report, so you stopped at a cat hybrid café.

- You ordered a coffee and sat down to do your work.

- Cat hybrids walked around doing whatever they felt like some chatting, laying on, and playing with customers or with others. Adorable as they are you continue working.

- But even though he didn’t have to, when your name was called for your coffee a sweet hybrid got it and brought it to you.

- “Oh you didn’t have to, but thank you.”

- “You seemed like you were working hard, it’s the least I could do ease the load.”

- While his voice is loud, he spoke in a clear and calm voice. His silver cat ears are relaxed and his matching tail sways lazily.

- “You can sit down if you’d like, I’m just finishing up a report before I head home.”

- You both introduced yourself before he started asking what you did for work. You laughed once he perked up at the sound of the train station near by.

- The sweet catman asked you a thousand different questions about it before you chuckled.

- “What? Do you want to be the unofficial mascot for my station?”

- Ingo’s face turns pink but you continue.

- “I always could get a special outfit made.”

- He didn’t want to express how happy the sound of that makes him, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

- You hummed “do you want to come home with me?”

- You nearly choke on your drink laughing when he bolts up and asks for his adoption papers. You were right behind him after you finished you work.

- And even though he has relaxed quite a bit around you, he is still just as sweet and polite.

- But from his side of things you’re in an unconventional mating bond.

- He gets groceries, cleans the house, cooks meals, even teaches himself new recipes and even how to cook for a human!

- He even goes to the station with you in his new uniform. He learns quickly too, he helps lost passengers and makes sure everyone is following the rules.

- When you first got him the outfit made it never came off. But now he actually does change from it to more casual clothes.

- You find it odd he calls you his mate, but he’s an odd hybrid, so you let it slide.

- He tags along in anything you do, walks, shopping trips, work, etc, he just loves being with you.

- Yeah he can do things alone but you’re his mate, and he loves spending time with you.

- You buy him so many things to keep him entertained or that he wants. It’s only natural he try to show you he cares.

- Aside from being your househusband, he tries to groom you, but you giggle at his rough tongue and try to move away.

- “You won’t get clean if you don’t stay still.”

- “Ingo I’m fine! I took a bath this morning I’m clean.”

- He still tries.

- He also likes cuddling you. Sure he has his own bed and bedroom, but it doesn’t have you in it, so move over he’s joining you.

- Please don’t even come home smelling like another hybrid.

- Let’s say he stayed home while you went to work, and you gave a few head pats to a stray hybrid.

- The second you walk through the front door and see his excited face morph into one of heartbreak.

- Please comfort him, he’s crying.

- He assuming you don’t love him anymore.

- “I didn’t mean to upset you my sweet boy.”

- He’s not moving his face from under the covers.

- “Come on, where’s my mates pretty face?”

- Ok now he is, he just peeks out while you coo at him “there’s his handsome face.”

- All is forgiven just please don’t do that again.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- you probably found this chaotic man on the streets.

- You know there are a few strays around your neighborhood but you didn’t expect to bring any home.

- But walking back home from the store you saw him curled into a ball looking injured. So you went over and asked if he was alright, but he didn’t respond, but he did lift his head up to look at you.

- “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to patch you up, we don’t want that getting infected.”

- With a suspicious glance he follows. You patched him up and sent him on his way.

- Only he kept coming back. You’d find him on your porch or meowing loudly to be let in.

- Emmet quickly goes from stray cat to indoor cat(a little bit of out door but he comes home within hours.)

- “Emmet, take that outside!”

- “But mate I got it for you.” He pouts.

- “Emmet you take that dead rabbit out of my house-“

- He just wants to show you how to hunt and to feed you, he doesn’t understand why you don’t like it.

- Does adopt the househusband way of life but still goes for walks cause he has a lot of energy to spare.

- Never sleeps in his own bed, not even once. He wants to cuddle you and kiss you so that’s what he is going to do.

- Attached to your hip, there is no escape.

- Cries to be let in when you’re in the bath.

- He can hardly stand you leaving for work, but you’re in the house! That’s his time with you!

- Is a guard cat. Someone broke in once and the paramedics cringed at the sight.

- If you ever come home smelling like another hybrid he hisses at you and glares pretty heavily.

- “Emmet I’m sorry, my friend that I went to visit has a hybrid.”

- “No! You dare smell like another!? Jail! Jail for mate!”

- “Emmy please, I’m sorry.”

- You have to throw yourself at him and hug him and kiss him to forgive you.

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🔲Ingo&Emmet🔳

- Two body guards. These cat hybrids are fiercely loyal and clingy.

- While it took them a while (mainly Emmet) to get use to sharing your love and attention, they work well together.

- Too well.

- You get stuck between them a lot. They want you safe and what better way than having someone on either side of you.

- Same goes for sleep, you’ll be stuck in the center of the bed and their arms locked around you.

- Ingo doesn’t have nearly as much energy as Emmet. So you often come home to Emmet bouncing off the walls and Ingo sitting on the couch unamused.

- You’re constantly being showered in affection and getting the slow blinks.

- They love their mate and want you to know they love and appreciate you.

- In their eyes you didn’t adopt them, they just bonded to you and made you their mate.

[proteovaldez]

Robert Battison fancast based on vibes. And my own delusion.

Joker is Timothée Chalamet. Just imagine him beating a kid. I feel he can have the range. Trust me I’ve thought about it long. I have like concept art of this.

Two Face is Henry Cavill/ or A Harley Quinn and Harvey Dent mashup played by Dacre Montgomery.

Scarecrow is Tyler Posey. I can’t explain that. I just feel it’d be fun for me specifically. Like I want them to make him so ill. Even funnier if we never see his face.

Catman is Charlie Cox. Just look up catman.

Dr Freeze (he has a doctorate and I’m acknowledging it) is, hear me out a woman. I feel I deserve yuri. Wouldn’t Dr Freeze be a great choice for some yuri. I want the wife to be an abstract concept. Like no actor or photos, just a shadow maybe.

Manbat is Andrew Garfield. (This is just for funsies for me.) Reasonably though I’d want like the most sickly man.

Ghostmaker is uhhhhh idk, WAIT I WANT AVAN JOGIA.

All the robins and batgirls are just random kids pulled off the street. I want Robert to just randomly stroll a neighborhood and yank a kid to put in pixie boots.

Yes, I’m aware some of these might not be like accurate representations of the characters identities, but this is purely vibes and delusion. I will slam my foot down that the robins are accurate races. I don’t care what anyone says, Jason is Latino and Tim is Wasian.

I’ll probably take some caffeine or wait till I’m sleep deprived enough to come up with more names.

[fancyfade]

[image: a series of comic panels from detective comics 526. we see a bunch of supervillains in a meeting and talia al ghul in a pink outfit. talia is standing in front of joker and mr freeze is behind her. freeze says "Sounds good to me, Joker. I've been wanting to put the detective on ice for years." Talia points a finger at joker's chest and says "Is this your idea of fair play? All of you against one man?" Joker says "Talia, my sweet, fair play? What are you babbling about?" Talia says "Count me out, harlequin." Joker says "You heard the lady, mr freeze -- count her out, permanently!” We see mr freeze tries to freeze talia but she steps behind captain stingree (off panel) and holds him  in front of her. freeze says “ A pleasure. I never could warm up to her or her creepy old man - huh? Blast! she used captain stingaree as a shield! I missed!” talia shoves the frozen captain stingaree into freeze as catman tries and fails to punch her. she says “You’ve read me wrong, all of you. the batman is the one man i’ll never go against -- never!” the joker yells as more villains fail to effectively attack talia : "kill the witch! don't let her escape!" talia pulls a curtain over clayface's head as she runs out and mad hatter, catman, a guy with a sword, try to go after her. harvey dent is in front of her but not blocking her way. talia says "let me? There isn't one of you who can stop me!" The sword guy says "two face - between her and the exit! do something!" end image]

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3 things:

I love her and I love her confidence and competence

lol the supervillains don’t like talia and ra’s. i’m sure the feeling is mutual

talia like batman is the only man i will never go against ra’s like ;_;

[itsyourstarboy]

POW

✨Sweetheart OC✨

Next up in my line of redacted listeners we have Sweetheart! I love this sassy little shit.

Info about him under the cut!

*boss music starts playing*

Okay, don’t laugh at his name, he chose it himself completely unironically

My Sweetheart is named Cheshire and uses he/they pronouns

Transmasc nonbinary ftw 😎😎

5'7"

I LOVE HIS GLASSES OKAY

Their hair is cut like a mowhawk, but long-

Does that make sense?

He has both sides buzzed but not the back

Like a long mowhawk but not a mowhawk...

I’ll stop trying now

Look at this comfy casual gnc icon!!

Bratty bottom that won’t submit easily

Gotta be stubborn to be an investigator yk

They love scaring the shit out of Milo, but they also love scaring Aggro.

One time they scared the poor cat with a cucumber, which led to him army crawling around the house for a week.

Milo won’t let him buy cucumbers now.

However they have resorted to bananas, which are not as effective, but sometimes it gets him.

Chess makes it up to Aggro and Milo with treats and kisses 😚😚

15% snarky; 25% flirty; 40% menace; 20% horny

Can usually talk his way out of a fight, but knows how to defend himself if needed.

He knows the fine art of “anything can be a weapon if you hit hard enough”

Which is why Milo never tries to scare them in return-

Fight or flight: they are a FIGHT

He can handle spicy foods surprisingly well.

He doesn’t necessarily like spicy foods, hell its something he hardly really eats, but for some reason he can drink a bottle of hot sauce and be fine.

They one time tried to do the ghost pepper challenge-

Milo was going to try too, because, “how hard can it be,” but the smell alone was enough for him to nope out of that one.

Cheshire ate the whole thing in one bite with a straight face (because they think they’re Superman)

Milo later found him sitting in a cold bath with his clothes still on, face red and streaked with tears; he was laughing but he was crying and he was shaking from the cold water but also sweating-

Milo still gives him shit about it

They’re not particularly into pda, they just get really clingy when there’s a lot of people around.

What’s that? My boyfriend just arrived? Move, I need to kiss him.

What do you mean he just left the room for two seconds? I need to hold his hand-

He doesn’t care if he’s already practically sitting on Milo’s lap, he neEDS TO HOLD HIM CLOSER

Big bad investigator is a simpering little bitch for this wolf I stg

High risk job mixed with an anxiety disorder? Yes, please, that is their favorite blend.

Not really, please help him.

Sometimes Milo wonders if he needs to get them a therapy animal, but then he remembers “oh, wait, that’s me.”

He calls Milo Muffin. It started ironically, and he liked it ironically, but gang it’s not ironic anymore. He also calls him Sweet Pea, babe, Milove, My King

🚨MILO SOMETIMES CALLS THEM TOOTS AND DOLL🚨

One time Milo was teasing them about their name, and—in reference to the Cheshire Cat—called them Kitten.

Their soul left their body, that’s all I’ll say.

He DEFINITELY made Milo dress as Harley Quinn for Halloween, while he dressed as Joker. (Aggro was catman Batman)

He didn’t choose these constumes to make fun of Milo’s accent, he just wanted an excuse to get Milo to call him Puddin.

[longnurse]

Lego batman movie 2

LEGO BATMAN MOVIE 2 HOW TO

(Joker's face is slowly saddening) I don't need you. Joker: What? Batman: As in relationships. Joker: Are you seriously saying that there's nothing, nothing special about our relationship?! Batman: Whoa! Let me tell you something, J-Bird. So when people ask you who's your number one bad guy, you say. Joker: Okay, look, I-I'm fine with you fighting other people if you wanna do that, but what we have is special. Joker: Stop him before he starts singing! Let's get nuts! Because I just wrote a song about how I'm going to kick all of your butts. Joker: Batman?! What are you doing? You are completely outnumbered here! Are you nuts?! Batman: You want to get nuts? Then come on. Freeze! Penguin! Crazy Quilt! Eraser! Polka-Dot Man! Mime! Tarantula! King Tut! Orca! Killer Moth! March Hares! Zodiac Master! Gentleman Ghost! Clock King! Calendar Man! Kite Man! Catman! Zebra-man! And the Condiment King! Pilot Bill: … Okay, are you making some of these up? Joker: Nope, they’re all real! Probably worth a Google Joker: And let's not forget Clayface! Poison Ivy! Cop: Freeze! Mr. Joker: Catwoman! Catwoman: Meow-meow, you're in, meow-meow. Joker: Two-Face! Two-Face: We need that door open baby. Riddler! Scarecrow! Scarecrow: Pizza delivery! Joker: Bane! Bane: Hello. Joker: Your city is under attack by Gotham’s greatest criminal masterminds! Including. Pilot Bill: Like that time with the parade and the Prince music? Joker: Hey, quiet! Joker: Well, tonight is going to be different! Tonight is my greatest plan yet! And trust me, Batman’s never gonna see it coming. Joker: No he doesn’t! Pilot Bill: Like that time with the two boats? Joker: This is better than the two boats. Joker: Pffft! Pilot Billson: He always stops you. Joker: What? Pilot Billson: Batman will stop you. I will be taking over the city! Pilot Billson: Mmm. with a smile! ( Pilot Billson stares unimpressed) Joker.

You're a fish! You're a frog! You're a fish-frog!ĭialogue Joker: I’m afraid Captain Dale had to bail! I’m your new co-pilot! And I always come to work.

Hi there! I'm from Phantom's Own Laundry.

I sure do! Time for operation "Take Out The Laundry!".

Sir, if you don't mind my saying, I'm a little concerned.

If you call me "Batgirl", can I call you "Batboy"?.

Hey Batman! I'm rubbing my butt all over your stuff! Gonna have to rename this the "Buttmobile".

This music fills me with rage! Let's use it!.

What am I gonna do? Get a bunch of criminals together to fight the other criminals? That's a stupid idea!.

The first lesson is: Life doesn't give you seat belts!.

LEGO BATMAN MOVIE 2 HOW TO

How dare you tell me how to parent my kid I just met!.I can only look you in the eyes right now.reading: "If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and make that change. Not sure what RatPac does, but that logo is macho. edgy, scary music that would make a parent or studio executive nervous. All important movies start with a black screen.

[heres-to-all-that-is-mine]

Just finished checking out everything you have tagged for the borrower au. Gotta say i love it! Elesa is gonna flip when she finds out lol. His poor tiny coat.

I fresking adore that tmyou basically made him a catboy (catman wink wink) oh poor Ingo Emmets gonna be hovering over him (literally lol) for the rest of his tiny life.

Oh for sure!!

Elesa is… well, pretty much definitely starting up a tiny clothes fashion line as a passion project.

Seriously, the state of that coat is miserable!! It almost Physically Hurts to look at.

And, of course, Ingo will eventually be brought back to Full Size. Can’t bear to leave them Like That! And until then, yes, Emmett will fuss over him soooo much.

Speaking of when Ingo gets back to full size… by then he will have had time to think. Lots of time to think. And mostly, he’s thought about what he had to do to even get to Emmett! It was a long, hard, dangerous trip with quite a lot of perils. And Ingo is a subway boss. Part of their whole shtick is safety! Ease of travel! Quick transport!!! So, obviously, he is appalled with the state of the world for borrowers.

Which leads to thoughts about fixing it. He brings it up to Emmett, and the two spend all night (and many more) brainstorming about what they could possibly do. Right off the bat- making their subway “borrower accessible” seems to be the thing they can fix most easily. They’re in charge there, after all! They have quite a few ideas of how it’s supposed to be- the bottom or walls of the cars could be hollowed out or expanded to make room for smaller passengers, without immediately being obvious to regular sized people. Tunnels could be carved out in the subway walls to allow for safe passage with no risk of being spotted. Tiny benches and light sources.

The hardest part would be explaining why they want it made! The two can’t do it alone, obviously. It’d be a lot of work, and they’re doing this properly and legally, which means hiring specialists, getting permits of some sort, etc.

But for now they don’t really want to think about it. It’s better to have multiple options before starting- and they would like some input from actual borrowers, too. Which means finding a way to contact them! And oh, they don’t have many means of communication do they? Well, what can be done about that-?

And so they go, on and on.

[coffeewritesfiction]

I don’t even know if I want to put this on my blog but I’m not sure it’ll go away until I write it out so

Avatar, the James Cameron movie with the blue people, except rewritten as a horror movie. It’s 2022 and I’m up at three am thinking about the fucking James Cameron Avatar, what is my life.

EDIT: I apologize to the fans of the actual Avatar - the badass cartoon - because I know this will show up in your tags. I’m so sorry for how Tumblr works

Everything is pretty much the same up until the third act. There’s a few mentions of ‘what a mother wouldn’t do for her child’ [which gives away the whole plot if you’ve seen the real movie] and a couple strategic glances between the head scientist and the protagonist. The scene with the glowing plant seeds is replaced with something else. There’s some mentions of the local plants growing really quick and the maintenance staff having to work extra hard to ‘fend it off’. Otherwise, until the part where all the Avatars are forcibly disconnected, everything is mostly the same. Probably rewritten to be less... yeah

Anyway, head soldier guy yells a bit, but none of the protagonists really speak. They just kinda... stare into space, or look around. Just seem really confused. And when prodded, the lead protagonist says, “I don’t remember any of this.” None of them remember anything - the lead protagonist doesn’t remember anything from after he was first hooked into his blue catman body. The female scientist doesn’t remember anything since she was first hooked into her body on the planet - and her personality has changed significantly, insisting that she told all of them that the technology was unsafe, that there was something wrong with the bodies. Turns out, their consciousness never entered the Avatars - something else was controlling them, and entering their bodies. And while she’s arguing with the very confused command, those bodies proceed to ‘wake up’ and vanish into the jungle.

Yes, the planet is alive, and is a mother to her children. But she is not a nice mother - not to her children, and not to the invaders threatening them.

The aliens are basically unconnected from the climax, which is the planet itself attacking the humans. They’re either just trying to get out of the way, calm down their ‘mother’, or in the case of the main ones, helping to evacuate the humans. The Avatar bodies attempt to mislead and sway them from helping the humans - the main alien woman is forced to acknowledge that the man she fell in love with is nothing more than a puppet created by her ‘mother’ to manipulate her and ‘bring new life’ to her people. The male protagonist has to fight for his life, with his disability, to survive against his basically superpowered doppelganger, who taunts him.

The head soldier guy does a heroic sacrifice to ensure the ships get off the planet. The pilot woman survives. The scientist woman is badly injured, her fate is left unknown as she’s loaded onto a ship. The male protagonist defeats his ‘evil’ copy with the help of the alien woman - the “I see you” thing is turned ironic on the alien copy before he’s killed, and bittersweet with the protagonist and the alien woman. There is no love between them, they are strangers united by the same strange circumstance. 

The humans evacuate. The planet is subdued, thanks to the arguments of the scientist woman and the alien shaman, but she is still angry, and attempts one last pot shot before at the ships. They discuss bombarding the planet, but that would destroy the precious ‘unobtainium’ [god what a stupid name, what were you thinking Cameron]. Their only option, if they want it, is to negotiate with the locals, as the scientist woman mentioned was the original plan for the body suits/avatars before greed took over. And that greed got a lot of people on both sides killed.

The last shot of the movie is the surviving protagonists clustered together in some quiet spot. They are all holding hands or otherwise touching each other. Its very subtle, but one of them blinks, and their eyes are gold. They blink again, and fall asleep on someone’s shoulder.

I hope I can sleep myself now that I’ve gotten this stupid shit out of my head. 

[nyonyen]

Nyon x reader

HEATWAVE

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The midst of the July heat hit the Ivory household like a punch to the gut. With the sun blazing directly onto the dilapidated shingles of the roof, the minutes felt like hours. You lay on the kitchen floor, hoping that the inherently cooled tiles would provide some semblance of relief from this hell.

Luther and Nyen had ventured out into the swelter, braving it to find out what exactly was wrong with the HVAC. Meanwhile, Sebastian was busy crunching on ice upstairs while Randal yelled obscenities at him— it seemed as if all was perhaps normal.

You look up at the ceiling, never having noticed the various stains. As you pondered on whether or not all this chaos you had found yourself in was due to the possible prevalence of black mold, Nyon came into view. He stared down at you, wide-eyed as usual, taking in your disheveled appearance— you had donned what seemed only appropriate for this scorcher. Apparently, a tank top and shorts were something Nyon deemed ogle-worthy.

“Do you need something?” You asked, mildly perturbed at how his gaze had begun to make you sweat even more. “You’re, uh… blocking the fan.”

He quickly moves off to the side, allowing the oscillating contraption to blow that beautiful recirculated air into your face. Nyon hums, and kneels next to you on the tile, “You are hot, yes?”

You stifle a laugh at his phrasing, but nod, “Yes, incredibly. Are you? You’re still wearing that sweatshirt…”

“Yes, I am sweating buckets,” Nyon nods earnestly, as if you said something obvious, “Of course, it is my shirt. Why take it off?”

Sighing, you get up to his level, “Nyon, you have to take it off if you want to not sweat so much. It’s like… 40 degrees, you’ll get heat stroke.”

He shuffles away at this nervously, tied between the fear of succumbing to the weather and the fear of taking off his favorite shirt, “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t make me take it off for you,” you huff, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but realizing the gravity of the situation. “Please?”

Nyon doesn’t relent, causing you to weigh the outcomes: either you don’t do it, and he keels over, with Luther getting upset with you, or you do it, and Nyon gets upset with you. Deciding that you’d rather not incur the wrath of the catman’s master, you begin to pull up the hem. He starts to sweat visibly now but doesn’t stop your movements.

Despite his not stopping you, he doesn’t exactly aid in your decision. You finally manage to pull the offending yellow item off of his head without catching it on his ears. Nyon looks away, embarrassed at the entirety of the situation, and you look away as well.

His breathing speeds up as you clear your throat, “Now, that's much better, isn't it?”

You can't help but finally bring your gaze back to him, and you're met with a few surprises: you hadn't realized that he was pretty fit, his hair seemed to perfectly match his chest hair, and he looked fantastic without a shirt on.

“Thank you,” he speaks softly, still flush, “I feel better somewhat, yes…”

Nyon meets your gaze, his lip trembling softly as he tries to say something more. His eyes dart around your body again, and you haven't the wherewithal to deny yourself that pleasure with him as well.

“You look so…” He whispers, almost to himself, “Like a model.”

“I could say the same to you,” you laugh, blush beginning to creep up your neck again.

Nyon leans towards you slightly, and maybe it’s the stupor of the heat, but you find yourself closing the distance between you two. The slightest of whimpers emanates from his throat as you kiss, and he quickly returns it— just as desperately. Neither of you understands it, but the warmth that seemed so frustrating just a moment prior is now just a backdrop for this newfound passion.

Your tongue darts all over his bottom lip, and Nyon quickly parts them— allowing you to taste him for the first time. The joint he had an hour or so ago lingered on his tongue, a scent you were already so used to because of him. You relished in the familiarity as his tongue entered your mouth as well. It explores your mouth, memorizing every aspect as his shaky hands move to grab your shoulders. He anchors himself with this as he begins to suck on your tongue, causing you to moan in delight.

The two of you separate, chests heaving in tandem, eyes lidded and wild. With no words exchanged, Nyon leans down to kiss at your jawline. Moving further down, he lapped at your neck sweetly, savoring the salty taste of your sweat as you trembled in his embrace. He hums quietly, something almost like a purr as you rake your fingers down his chest.

“Nyon,” you whisper, feeling the knot in your stomach becoming increasingly uncomfortable, “Need you, please…”

He paused in his licks, pulling back to look at you with lidded eyes. With a simple nod, he pulls your tank top off, now reveling in your newly exposed breasts. Nyon paws at them, thanking the powers that be that there was no bra in the same for him to have to mess with.

Neither of you seemed to care that you were in the middle of the Ivory’s kitchen, defining the tile floor Luther so lovingly mops every day.

Sucking frantic hickies into your glistening skin, he fumbles with the hem of your shorts— it was so hard to multitask with your chest in his face and mouth. You help him by quickly kicking them off, leaving you bare, minus your panties.

Pulling back from your body, you can fully take in Nyon’s disheveled appearance. His ears were all lopsided, and his so-called whiskers were smeared. His chest heaves as he takes in your appearance as well, “So beautiful… please?”

You don't know exactly what he's pleading for, but you get the gist of it when you nod and he begins to kiss down your abdomen. His nips and bites felt like heaven, and you could barely hold back your noises of pleasure as he finally began to toy with your hemline.

Momentarily looking up at you, perhaps for permission, you only give him one look that has him pulling your panties to the side. Nyon hums happily as he takes in your scent, practically nuzzling against your arousal— before finally beginning to lick. His tongue licks up a wide stripe, from your entrance to your clit, and you shudder.

Your hand goes to grab at his bluish hair, pulling ever so slightly. He mewls at this, his ministrations speeding up as he revels in your attention and satisfaction.

“Fuck, Nyon!” you moan, trying to keep your voice down despite everything. “You're doing so good, oh…”

His throat, yet again, rumbled with a purr as you praised him, and his movements never ceased. He sucks at your clit, timing it with his incessant licks at your entrance, and you feel yourself inching toward that familiar precipice. Feeling your increased excitement, Nyon reaches a hand up to grasp at your chest, kneading along with the pace he’s set for you. His other hand’s index and middle fingers began to tease— you had no idea how one man could be so coordinated. He enters you, curling as he goes, causing your head to loll back even further.

“Oh, please, please…”

Your mantra of pleadings was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but grin as he rolled his tongue against your clit in his mouth. Nyon’s hand that was pawing your chest blindly reached down to hold one of your legs apart, keeping you from subconsciously denying yourself the release he needed you to have.

“Let go,” he pants, leaving your warmth only for a second, “Let go for me.”

His words may have fallen upon deaf ears, but your body felt them nonetheless. Your eyes shut tightly, feeling every sensation he was giving you, and a white-hot pleasure shot through your system. Nyon continued to paw and suck at you through your orgasm, not once stopping for his own comfort. Your hips rocked against his face and fingers, and he practically nuzzled against you.

As your breathing calmed, his fingers left your warmth slowly. He kissed where your hips met your thighs, whispering things only he could hear. The slight sheen that coated both your bodies suddenly felt cool after everything, and you couldn’t help but giggle tiredly. Nyon smiles and begins to lap all of your wetness up.

[monalogs]

U SHOULD DO NYEN NEXT!! ^^

Catfight | Nyen

➷ Paring - Nyen x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - noncon, violence/aggression, injuries, degradation, dacryphilla, face slapping, scratching, face-fucking, breathplay. surprisingly no knives :0

a/n - was supposed to come out earlier today but tumblr gets picky about my internet connection and doesn’t work sometimes </3 this fic is just a leedle more longer so i hope you enjoy !! i’ve been appreciating all the support, as always requests are open :) another nyen fic was requested so expect that soon!!

Cats are territorial creatures. It takes a while for a cat to get used to a new pet in the house. Give it time. You should expect some aggression. Well, that's what Luther said anyways after Nyen scoffed and completely ignored you when you were introduced as Luther’s new catwoman pet. 

It's not like you did anything to him, actually trying to be nice in the beginning. It didn't matter how many times you wished him good morning or small talked. He’d still shove past you, saying the same thing,

“Don’t care. Die.”

Admittedly, It hurt your feelings at first. Nobody else had a problem with you. Luther’s other catman, Nyon, actually got along with you quite well. He already shared his “territory” so were you really intruding that much?

Or maybe it was because Luther spoiled you at first, buying you a cute dark blue skirt and dark top that dawned the word “cookie” (He chose it—of course.) along with your cat-hat that sported a floppy cat ear. However, it's been weeks since that. You’re sure whatever “new pet” jealousy he had would've died down by now.

It was concluded that after all that trying, at the end of the day, you aren't an ass-kisser. He wanted to be an asshole with you? You can be one back.

So you stopped being polite. You acted like he wasn't there, leaving the room instead of sticking it out whenever you two just happened to be alone. Simply rolling your eyes whenever he throws a stupid comment towards you. 

Sure, it was more tame than him literally shoving you and telling you he wanted you dead but it was clear that this got him livid. He wasn't worth trying to get along with, he wasn't worth your effort. 

Finally, after several more weeks of pettiness and frustration, he confronted you once you actually talked back to him after a snarky remark on a bad day. Cornering you in a lonesome room in the confusing house. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He stood tall in front of you, eyeing with a strong glare.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes like you always did, exasperated at his nerve to even ask you that, “My problem? You think I have a problem?” A chort leaves your lips, “If there's anyone with a problem—it's you.” With crossed arms, you return the glare. “Leave me alone now, asshat.” Heels turn to leave, not wanting to hear any more from him. However, you don't get a chance to even step a foot before Nyen harshly SLAMS you into the nearby wall.

“What—what the fuck!” The breath is taken out of your lungs, leaving you to slide down onto the floor in order to collect yourself in that split second. Nyen looms, not bothering to get on your level to speak to you, “Watch who you're talking to, I'll gut you right now.”

You're shaking, pain from the impact still vibrating throughout your body. Still, you futility keep yourself together and sharpen your gaze back at him. “Even if you wanted to—you can't. Luther likes me, and you're too much of an boot-licker to do anything—”

A swift kick meets your ribs causing you to hunch over in more pain. Nyen then crouches, grabbing a tuft of hair to force you to look at him. “Don't forget who’s higher on the hierarchy poster. You aren't worth anything besides sauntering around in a small skirt and cleaning after us like a maid.”

He lets go harshly, shoving your head in the process before getting up. Still feeling the burn in your chest, you begin to fester with anger. He can't just treat you like this. Just as he begins to walk away, you muster strength to get up and tackle him. 

“Huh—”

You straddle him while he tries to kick you off but you stay firmly put. Sharp nails scratch at his face, causing shallow lines of blood to pool. You're cursing at him furiously, hitting and scratching continuously. Nyen hisses— “You bitch!”

Just as fast as you had him down, he quickly shoves you off of him and topples you. You both trash against each other, now he's able to return some painful hits. After basically rolling around on the floor, he's able to overpower you once he BONKS your head against the carpeted ground.

Dizzy and hurt, you feel him keep you down with his body weight, crushing your legs and causing you to hiss in over growing ache. “Get off of me!” With hoarse breath, you attempt to flail around and scream but Nyen doesn't relent. 

Instead, he laughs maniacally as he shifts more of his weight and smacks your face. “Oh, no. I think you need to be reminded where the fuck you stand here.” He huffs and lifts the hem of your skirt, showing your underwear. Followed by flipping your shirt up above your bra, exposing yourself to him. 

You see a malicious grin spread across his rough, shaven face. You should smack yourself for not realizing the hardness you felt while you both tackled was something else. Well, if he wasn't smacking you around already.

His black, dagger-like nails trail your exposed skin, not scared to dig down and cause you to yelp—only to swipe across your thighs and do it again. Nyen then moves his hand beneath your underwear, rubbing his fingers against your heat. You push back a gasp, gritting your teeth and desperately trying to shut your pinned legs. 

He doesn't wait to stick a pair of fingers deep into you, staring intensely at your stressed reaction. “C’mon, don't got anything to say now?” You clench, you don't want to give him that satisfaction of your reactions. You seethe, because it feels good.

You try to keep it together when his fingers move in and out of you, but you can't ignore it when his thumb makes its way to rub your clit. He's harsh and fast, nails scratch your insides ever so slightly, causing you to clamp up around him. You can't let go of the feeling of his thumb circling your sensitive clit, a moan escapes you.

“You like that, slut?” Nyen speeds up and relishes on your hushed whines, cursing at him to just stop. He sees how your back arches slightly, and how your pretty tits are starting to spill from your bra. It's a nice sight, he likes how you were at each other's throat a few minutes ago, now he has you squirming around from a little fingering. You really are a slut.

Before you can reach your peak, Nyen pulls away. You breathe heavily, a pounding heartbeat reverberates in your ears. Once again, he towers over your hurt figure with furrowed brows before he snaps at you, “Get on your knees.” 

He stares at you intensely, and though his dark pupils stay stoic on your hunched over body, you clearly spot the pure anger in his eyes towards you. It says so much. You knew Nyen didn't like you, but you really are starting to think he hates you. This is beyond jealousy or distain. He just wants you to suffer because you are below him.

It seems he's sick of waiting for you to act, he scoffs before wrapping your hair around his strong hand, yanking you into a kneeling position. “You really don't listen.” SMACK. 

Overwhelmed tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the impact. Nyen still grips your hair, forcing your face against the dark denim of his pants. His clothed hardness pokes at your cheek, tears staining his crotch. “Take it out, whore. Don't make me do it.” You scowl, still feeling his claws digging into your scalp. 

With shaky hands, you pull down his fly and fish out his hard length. Veins trail along the side of it and his base flushes red against your hands, big and intimidating. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Put that dirty mouth of yours to use.” Nyen scorns, noticing your flaring eyes, hesitating. “Bite me. I dare you, slut.” With a furrowed face, you take his pulsing dick and gently place it in your mouth. Your tongue awkwardly sliding over his engorged tip. 

Nyen narrows his eyes at you, they're kitten licks, too shaky and soft to feel substantial. He observes the concept spread on your face, so uncomfortable and pathetic. It didn't matter that you were giving a sad excuse of a blowjob. He could get off on the fat tears that pooled down your face and the pure messiness of you.

Your hair and clothes are so disheveled it looks as if you just walked through the forest. You're bruising ever so slightly red on the side of your forehead, hits adorn your body, and he could chuckle at the matching scratches that sweep across both your faces. He thinks about how you would've looked even better if he had his knife with him. 

Twisting the hair he’s holding behind your head, he waits once you take his tip fully in your mouth and without warning—he snaps his hips up and pushes his cock down your throat.

You gag harshly as Nyen lets out a long groan, forcing your mouth to fully take him. Still, he never stops looking at you through half lidded eyes, grinning at how you struggle to even breathe now.

He doesn't waste time to start thrusting roughly into your mouth, clutching onto the back of your head to fully abuse your throat. You try to gasp in between thrusts but it's impossible. He’s blocking your airways. You continue to let out strangled noises, digging your nails into the denim of his jeans to let him know to give you some type of mercy.

Nyen doesn't listen—he continues to feverishly fuck your face for a grueling however long. Long enough for you to start to feel dizzy and see dots collect in your vision. For a second, you truly panic that he’s going to suffocate you with his dick.

He only pulls back when he visibly sees you start to turn blue and feel the sharpness on his thigh weaken. You gasp for air like a fish out of water, aching lungs finally filling with much needed oxygen before Nyen greedily forces his way into you again.

He’s enjoying how your continued strained whines and gags vibrate around his dick. He won't admit it… but shit, you feel so addictive. Nyen wants to just melt into you.

He genuinely has to keep reminding himself to not let you die by pulling out of your mouth every so often. Taking some joy in how you scramble for air before he inevitably slams back into your poor throat.

Large hands grip at the sides of your head now, hip movements become more and more sloppy. He’s grunting louder, the sensation of twitching in your mouth becoming more evident of how close he is now. “Fuck—this really is all you’re good for, huh? You're going to swallow all my cum like the useless slut you are.”

With a final snap from his hips, Nyen forces your head all the way down, nuzzling your nose into his crotch before he spurts salty cum deep down your esophagus. He doesn't give you any leniency, purposely making you choke as he empties into you. “All of it, whore.” 

Finally, once he's satisfied that you’ve tasted enough of him, he harshly pulls out his pulsating cock. Air feels like a commodity now, you almost feel as if he's going to shove his dick inside your mouth again in a few seconds. He doesn't though, instead he removes his hand from your hair and grabs his flushed length. 

Your vision is blurry and your knees are weak, barely able to focus. Still, you manage to see the smug look spread across his face. Suddenly, you feel a warm, quick smack on the side of your cheek. You blink and realize he’s dick slapping you. What fucking nerve.

Still aching, you don't bother to fight back or say something like you should. Everything truly hurts. Instead, you allow yourself to loll back and cover yourself as Nyen zips himself back into his pants. 

It's quiet. Nyen stands by and over you as you sit on the carpet, not sure what to do. Tears would be flowing if you had any left to cry. Both your eyes finally meet, and you can properly see the red scratches you left on his face. Nyen finally spits, “Get up. You look pathetic.” He then opens the door and leaves you to wallow.

It's like another slap to your face.

[teaberrii]

Chapter Eighteen: The Mistakes We Make

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Alhaitham isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. However, the delicious smell from the kitchen tells you exactly where your boyfriend is. When you get there, you see him making breakfast. Alhaitham is so focused on the food that he doesn't notice you standing at the kitchen door.

“Need some help, handsome?”

Alhaitham smiles. “A kiss for the chef sounds good.” So, you walk up and give him a quick peck on the lips. Then, he chuckles. “I wasn't expecting you to get up so early."

"Was this supposed to be a surprise?"

Alhaitham kisses your head. "You were supposed to wake up when I brought you your breakfast in bed.”

You laugh. “Oh, so I guess I ruined it, huh?”

Alhaitham sighs a little dramatically. “I’ll have to work faster next time.”

You eventually head back to your place for a quick shower. When you return to Alhaitham’s apartment, you see the table set and your breakfast ready for you on the table. As you and Alhaitham eat together, he tells you about the conversation with Thoma at the police station in detail.

"That reporter is out of his mind," you mutter. "That aside... I can't believe Thoma still hasn't told Ayato about what really happened. Maybe there's a possibility that love doesn’t have anything to do with the curse. Could the secret be enough to break it?" 

“Assuming that a secret can break the curse”—Alhaitham looks you in the eyes—“would that mean there’s one between us?”

You put your elbows on the table and stare at him. "It's time to spill the beans, Catman. What are you hiding from me?"

Alhaitham chuckles. “I… don’t think I’m hiding anything.” 

“No secrets?”

“None.” He leans closer. “What would you like to know?”

“...Well, what about your parents? You know about mine, but I don’t know much about yours.”

“Well, as you know, both of them are still overseas,” Alhaitham says. “They used to come and go, but they moved permanently when my mother got a promotion."

"You didn't want to go with them?"

"I was still building a career at Akademiya then. It wouldn't have made sense for me to move and start fresh when everything was going well for me here."

You nod. "How long have they been abroad?"

"At least four years now." Alhaitham slightly smiles. "My parents are very career-oriented people… and they didn't want children."

“...Really? What made them change their minds?”

“They came to a compromise with my grandfather. He was the one who wanted them to have three children, but they settled on one.”

"I guess it's good they came to a compromise."

"I thought so, too. But... there are some things that I don't believe should be compromised. They were away a lot, and it was not until I was older that I got to spend more time with them. But even then, I never thought it was enough."

"...You must've been lonely."

"...Which is why, despite what I might say, I am thankful to Kaveh."

You smile. "Well, your parents must have incredible parenting skills. Or"—you chuckle—"are you a result of Kaveh's efforts?"

"No," Alhaitham says flatly, and you laugh. "Raising children is in a league of its own.”

“I’ll say.” You look at Alhaitham. “Since we’re on this topic… have you thought about having kids and starting a family after things didn’t work out with your ex?”

“I haven’t seriously thought about it,” Alhaitham admits. “But, this decision isn’t mine alone.” He looks you in the eyes. “It would be ours.”

“I think you know my answer."

Alhaitham smiles. "Then, you should know mine. I chose you for you, not because of anything else."

You laugh. “As romantic as that may sound, it seems like the curse chose me for you.”

“It was because of it that I met you. Perhaps we would’ve met under different circumstances, but surely our fated meeting is one for the books.”

“Oh, definitely. A clueless, defenceless woman kisses an innocent cat who turns into a shirtless, handsome man on your bed. What a fantasy.”

Alhaitham slightly raises a brow. “You thought I was handsome when we first met?”

“Erm… well…”

His smile turns into a slight smirk. “Because I thought you were attractive.”

You almost spit out your water. So, in other words, he thought you were hot. “Riiight. Me in pyjamas and holding a slipper, ready to end your life. Very attractive.”

“Beauty is subjective, is it not?”

“We’re getting off-topic, sir.”

“Pardon me. Shall we get back on track?”

You clear your throat. “Well… I can’t think of anything else I’d like to know.”

“...Then, may I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“...May I know about your ex?”

Ah.

“What would you like to know?” you ask.

“Was he an inspiration for the initial relationship between the characters in Love in the Spotlight?”

Well, that’s one question you definitely aren’t expecting, but you welcome the thoughtfulness.

“You’re very observant,” you say, crossing one leg over the other. “You’re right.”

“...What was the story behind it?”

You smile slightly. "If I'm going to talk about him, I should start even before we got together since… that's where the true inspiration for the characters began."

Alhaitham nods.

“...Because of what my mother was going through after my father’s death, she didn’t have the energy to really look after me when I was young. And... if only I was more mature, I wouldn't have made such stupid decisions."

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” Alhaitham says. “We were all young once.”

"I suppose... but I was in a different league." You force a little smile. "I started getting influenced by a lot of the shows and movies I watched. This would’ve been okay… if I could distinguish fantasy from reality. You can’t achieve anything by luck alone. Boys aren’t going to like you because you act cute or you have a ditzy personality. Not the good ones, anyway.

“I used to think that if I acted like the main characters I saw on TV, my life would be like theirs. Things would just fall into place for me at the end. My friends would always be there for me. I would get the guy at the end. It took a hard slap to the face for me to realize that is definitely not the case." You sigh. "I was the one who liked my ex first. He was popular, and I was a quiet bookworm, I guess. And, well, you know how the story goes in dramas… but… reality was much different.” A small pause. “He took advantage of me.”

“...Don’t tell me he—”

“It… wasn’t like that,” you say quietly. “Not exactly, at least.” You take a small breath. “At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but… in a little under a year, he started to change. I kept making excuses for him since I thought things would work out in the end until...

“...Until?”

You stiffen.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

When your boyfriend had said he wanted you to come to hang out at his house, you weren’t expecting him to suddenly lock the door.

His predatory red eyes landed on you. “There’s a reason I called you here, babe.”

“I thought we were just going to hang out and grab some food.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile quickly returned. As he walked toward you, your mind was telling you to run, but there was still a small part of you that kept giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

“It’s been a while since we last had sex, don’t you think?” His touch on your cheek made you step back. He slightly pouted. “You don’t want to?”

No, you didn’t. Not now, at least.

“...I’m sorry I haven’t been answering your messages," he continued. "You know that I’ve been busy with that internship I told you about. It’s competitive out there.” He took another step. “We finally have some alone time.” When you still said nothing, he sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m not going to force you.”

“...Are you upset?” you asked as he turned around.

He looked over his shoulder. “Of course I am. The one chance I get to spend some quality time with my girlfriend, and… she rejects me.” He turned around and gave you a sad, little smile. "I really missed you, you know. I always thought about you when things got rough at work. I managed to endure whatever came at me."

After a small silence, you asked, “Will… will it be quick?”

The small smirk was gone as quickly as it came. "...Of course, babe."

To this day, you still can’t believe how stupid you were. 

“It… wasn’t even me who made the decision to break up with him,” you say. “It was when I met Dehya. She was the one who really snapped me out of it.”

“...Was this also when you met Candace?”

You nod. “I was quite surprised they gave me such serious but harsh advice. It felt like a slap to the face, but it was awfully refreshing since all I’ve ever gotten from my friends were half-hearted talks.”

“It's very important to have good people around you, especially when you’re young.”

“Agreed. It was also after the breakup that my mother and I finally got our lives back on track.”

“Was this also why you got into screenwriting? To create good role models for young women?”

“Yes. It wasn’t until I got out of that relationship that I started piecing together why I made the decisions that I did." 

“It’s an inspiring story," Alhaitham says with a small smile. "You really turned a terrible experience into something positive. Not everyone can do that.”

You smile back. “At least I got good money out of it.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “That is also another way to look at it.”

◆◆◆

Even though it’s the weekend, Childe is driving to work on a shoot with Ayato. However, Childe can’t stop thinking about the conversation with you. Familial love. Will that really break his curse? But why would it start now? Since that day, he still hasn’t spoken to his parents. His mother also stopped trying to contact him. Childe sighs as he remembers what he said to her that night.

“I don’t need parents like you.”

They have their fair share of problems, but Childe has never said something that harsh. Is that what triggered it? That one sentence?

Childe’s phone goes off, and just as the car rolls to a stop at a red light, he pulls it out and sees it’s an update from his colleague at work. Then, he looks down and sees the conversation between him and Lumine from yesterday night.

There’s something I want to show you.

He doesn't want to overthink anymore. If this curse brought you and Alhaitham together, maybe it would be the same for him.

Childe pulls into the parking lot and sees some of his colleagues sitting with a bunch of camera equipment.

It looks like Ayato isn’t here yet.

Childe parks the car and gets out. As he walks towards his colleagues, he’s about to say hi when he overhears a bit of their conversation.

“I’ve been thinking about that, too! Is it really true that Ayato’s been turning down lead roles? Why would he do that?”

“Who knows? Maybe he doesn’t have the confidence for one. All he’s been doing are minor roles and commercials, anyway. He doesn’t have a lot of experience.”

“But he has the looks. I’ve seen the comments online. A lot of his fans want him in a lead role.”

"Yeah, well, looks can only get you so far. If he doesn't get a better role soon, he's digging himself into a rut, in my opinion."

“Hey.” His colleagues turn around and see Childe smiling at them. “Ayato will be here soon. Shouldn’t we get ready?”

“...Ah, yeah.”

Childe slides a hand inside his pocket. People are so quick to judge when it's not their problem.

◆◆◆

Lumine blinks once. Twice. Three times.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Aether asks.

“Why… are you dressed like that?”

“Dressed like what?”

It’s the first time Lumine is seeing his brother dressed so… nicely. Fashionable almost. She has only seen him wear the same three types of casual shirts. But this time, he’s in a tight-fitting white shirt and a black street jacket.

“Are you going somewhere?” Lumine asks.

“...No.”

Lumine rolls her eyes. “You suck at lying, you know.” She leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms. “Is it Ayaka? Are you taking her on a date?”

“What! No! I—”

“You’re blushing!”

Aether quickly covers his cheeks with his hands. “No, I’m not!”

Lumine sighs. “Alright, lover boy, just make sure to have her back at a reasonable time.”

“Are you her mom?”

“She just got out of the hospital, didn’t she?”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe.”

“...Why do I sense it’ll be the other way around. But okay.”

As Aether puts on his shoes, he says, “I saw you working on something the other night. What was it? It looked pretty interesting.”

Lumine still hasn’t told anyone that she accepted her teacher’s offer on the competition, but while she’s been constantly drawing, she’s been throwing away all of her designs. None of them felt right.

“It’s nothing,” she says. “I’ve just been drawing in my free time.”

Aether stands and frowns. “You say I’m bad at lying, but you’re the same. What’s going on?”

“If I tell you now, you’re going to be late for your date. You wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.”

“...Fine. I don't know what's going on, but I still want to say this."

"I'm listening."

"You're a perfectionist. Stop being so hard on yourself." 

Lumine chuckles. “Didn’t expect to hear such wise words from you, Aether.”

“I try to make you feel better, and here you are making me feel like an idiot.”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!”

Aether smiles and opens the door. “Well, see ya!”

Once Aether leaves, Lumine walks back to her room. Maybe it won’t hurt to get some advice from others about what she has so far. Her mother is out with friends for the day. You’re probably spending the day with Alhaitham. Then, she thinks of Kaeya and Childe. Kaeya’s in a similar field, so of course it won’t hurt to get feedback from him but…

Lumine opens her phone and sees her conversation with Childe from yesterday night.

Childe: I already told your sister you’re coming with me to Zhongli’s wedding… so no take-backs. (¬‿¬)

You’re not five years old.

Childe: Always a kid at heart.

Their conversation goes on for a little while before Childe brings up another strange question.

Childe: …If I told you people can turn into cats, would you believe me?

Are you drunk?

Childe: I’m not. 100% sober.

That just makes it even more suspicious, but okay.

Childe: There’s something I want to show you.

Well, whatever Childe wants to show her, it apparently has to wait until the evening. Lumine puts her phone away and turns on her computer. Hopefully, drawing will take her mind off things.

◆◆◆

“Aether!”

Aether immediately gets up when he sees Ayaka running toward him. It’s his first time seeing her in something other than a hospital gown, and he can already hear his heart hammering in his chest.

“Did you wait long?” she asks.

“Nah, just got here!”

Well, he got here fifteen minutes early, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“So, um, my sister might have found out that we’re together today,” Aether says.

“My brother found out, too.”

“Really? And he doesn’t mind?”

“I don’t think so. He just told me to be careful.”

“Hopefully, that wasn’t about me,” Aether jokes.

Ayaka smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “No, it wasn’t. Don’t worry.”

“Is something wrong?”

“...Ah, it’s nothing. I just think he worries a little too much.”

Aether almost takes her hand but stops himself before doing so. “It might be because you just got out.” He scratches his head. “If my sisters were in the same situation, I probably would be, too.”

“I told him I'll be careful. It’s just… I wish he didn’t treat me like I was going to break.”

“You’re going out?”

“It’s only for a little while,” Ayaka said, putting her little messenger bag over her head. “I’ll be with Aether.”

“Where is he taking you?”

Ayaka turned around. “...The amusement park.”

“...Amusement park? It’s only been a few days since you got discharged. It’s a little fast to be going somewhere like that, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be fine. I have my medication with me, and the doctors said it’s fine if I do some light exercise.”

Ayato crossed his arms. “Going to the amusement park seems a little much if all you want is some light exercise.”

Ayaka frowned. “I’ve been sitting at home for the past few days.”

“School starts for you soon. You—”

“I know,” Ayaka said, sounding more peeved than she actually is. “So, I want to go out and have some fun with a friend. Is that too much to ask?”

Once they got their tickets and enter the amusement park, Aether hears someone call Ayaka’s name. However, Ayaka doesn’t look too happy.

“What are you doing here?” one of the girls exclaims.

The other girl looks at Aether. “Who’s he?”

“My friend,” Ayaka answers.

“Why’d you bring her to a place like this?”

Aether is a little baffled at the question. What is that supposed to mean?

“Don’t you know she has heart problems?”

Aether frowns. “And are you telling me this because you’re worried about her or what?”

Now, it’s time for the girls to look baffled.

“Of… of course we’re worried.”

“Well, that isn’t what it sounds like,” Aether says flatly. He takes Ayaka’s hand and looks at her. “Let’s go.”

Aether doesn’t know he’s still holding her hand until Ayaka stops him a distance away. Then, he quickly pulls his hand back and awkwardly looks away.

“I never expected you’d do something like that,” Ayaka says.

“...Kinda out of character, huh?” Aether sighs. “Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t get a good vibe from them. Who were they, anyway?”

“...My classmates.” Ayaka smiles at him. “Let’s forget about them. We came here to have fun.”

Aether smiles back. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Then, she surprisingly takes his hand.

◆◆◆

“...And cut!”

There’s a collective sigh as everyone starts to relax. 

“Great work, everyone!”

It's nearly late afternoon when filming finally wraps up and the crew starts putting away the equipment. Childe is helping out when he suddenly hears, "Need some help?"

He looks over his shoulder and sees Ayato. “You’re the star of the show. I couldn’t ask you to do something like this, can I?”

“Oh, but you can. I don't mind doing some manual labour.”

So, Ayato starts helping Childe put away the camera equipment. 

“...By the way,” Childe begins quietly, “What do you think about the theory that love might be the key to breaking our curse?”

Ayato doesn’t want to admit that he’s been doing a little self-reflection since the argument with Thoma. Is Ayato using his curse as an excuse? He isn’t, right?

“...Who knows?”

“Sounds like you don’t wish that’s the case.”

Ayato folds a stand together and hands it to him. “It’s very abstract,” he says. “...It’s not really clear what we should do.”

“I see your point.”

“...But then again…” Childe turns to him just as Ayato says, “Perhaps this is what it’s meant to be."

"Well, if you ask me, I think I'd like a curse that comes with a grimoire."

Then, Ayato’s phone suddenly goes off. As Childe turns away to finish packing the rest of the equipment, he suddenly hears Ayato say, “I’ll be right there.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s Ayaka,” Ayato says urgently. “She’s in the hospital."

Chapter Nineteen

End notes: The ex will make an appearance soon... any guesses? It's a Genshin character XD

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[rysingsun]

in unrelated news i must admit High Guardian Spice is a guilty pleasure of mine now

don’t get me wrong it’s BAD. It sounds like it was lazily written for six-year-olds and then they decided last second to throw in the word “bastard” and blood. I’ve heard far better line deliveries in abridged series. But it has potential and I genuinely like a lot of the character designs, even if the animation is a bit wonk a lot of the time.

haven’t watched the episodes fully, but i’ve binged a fuckton of clips on youtube the past few days and it went from “holy shit it’s so bad” to “holy shit why do i want to keep watching”

from what i’ve heard, most of the fun clips come from the second half of the show while the first half is just a big cringey nope.

Snapdragon (strawberry mermaid queen), Amaryllis (purple axe gremlin), and Slime Boy (Slime Boy) carry this fucking show. This isn’t to say their parts don’t fall flat sometimes, just less often than with the main characters. Though the main cast has their moments they’re mostly pretty bland and stereotypical. I only really started liking Sage when she was interacting with Snap. Oh and catman is pretty dope too. He had one of the three jokes that actually landed for me (cacophony, googly wolf eyes, lava and then wink)

If it doesn’t get renewed for more episodes I hope it’ll get the reboot treatment one day— which can only improve the very low bar this show has set. I also look forward to abridged series based off of this. I’m sure there’s at least one in the works.

it’s cool that there’s lgbt+ rep but they don’t handle it well at all. the show has a lot of hamfisted and preachy moments and the poorly written dialogue and delivery doesn’t help matters.

if the creator was trying to write a cringey, preachy show to get people to hate-watch it, they definitely succeeded.

note: those who are familiar with my distaste for Red vs Blue Zero may wonder why I enjoy this gods awful train wreck but not the other one. Simple. HGS is a new property (despite the heavy little witch academia references). They’re starting from scratch not spitting on a long-running franchise, parasitically attaching itself as the eighteenth season despite— bad writing aside— having nothing to do with seasons 1-17 and having a completely different tone (and retconning a disability, seriously wtf guys).

In short, is High Guardian Spice good quality? No. Do I like it? I think I kinda do.