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[sweetimpurity]

❀ൄ day 29 my loves!!! we're almost to the end wahhhh wc: 1022 cw: monsterfuck, Venom 2099!! rough and messy and dirty 𑈴 ❀ ͙𑱢

“You can’t hide forever… little spider…” His slobbering voice growls. Having a leech of a symbiote like venom isn’t all bad. Taking host in your boyfriend’s body and at this point you’ve had to form a relationship with the alien as well. After all, he’s become quite fond of you. And you of him. 

Whispering filthy words in Miguel’s head whenever you walk by. How much he envies him, wants to fuck you and fill you up. How he’d love to plug you full of his dick. Even encouraging Miguel to go harder and deeper, on the off chance he lets your boyfriend go solo. Just watching you get fucked from the inside of Miguel’s psyche. 

But tonight he’s out, wanting you to himself. Blue and red and a slobbering mess. Massive muscles bulging, veins crawling up his arms, hard sharp eyes tracking your movement. Making his way around the city after you, chasing you like a little mouse. Until the abandoned building by the docks, stalking and crawling around abandoned construction equipment and the half built structure. 

You look around, you can sense him, feel him like sweat on your back. A thrilling chill and a pulse in your chest, pumping and making you feel warm. The thrill of being hunted. Knowing you’re bound to be pinned and pounded by the end of it. It ignites something in you, something dangerous. 

Venom stalks onto the open roof, climbing his way up and catching the flash of colors swinging by. Your suit. He growls, getting down on all fours and following your movements, hearing your pants as you swing through scaffolding that he just tears down. “There you are!” He slobbers, long tongue protruding out in a ghoulish smile. Grabbing onto your ankle as you’re trying to swing away. Standing at his tall height, even taller than Miguel is normally, and dragging you down, holding your squirming form in his hands as you struggle to get away. Not wanting the chase to be over but at the same time so desperate for what follows. 

“Such a pretty face…” He hisses, slobbering and his long tongue licks a sticky stripe up the side of your face. You wince, gasping, feeling his hulking form push you down on the roof. “Pretty neck…” He growls, licking down your cheek and to your throat, his many teeth giving you a rush of thrill, of fear, intoxicating, a claw coming to your suit and easily tearing down the front. Your bare chest confronted with the cold night air. Bounding free from the material and your nips perking from the chill. “Delicious…” He hisses. Licking down your chest now, slobbering and drooling all over your tits, swirling his tongue around your sensitive mounds, making you moan and flutter, dripping for him. Images mixing in your mind as your eyes close. Miguel, Venom, Miguel, Venom, Miguel…

Red glowing webs extend from Venom’s wrists, spreading over your chest and arms to keep you pinned to the cold rooftop. Biting your lip, your mind going hazy. Loving how he takes you. 

He licks down the rest of your torso, dipping the tip into your navel and making your knees draw up at the sensation. To which he spreads your legs wide with his clawed hands, dipping his face down between them.

“Mngh-ahhnhh!” You squeal and gasp, reeling from the feeling. His tongue running down your dripping pussy. Lapping at your clit and making you squirm. Wiggling around like a worm in the dirt. His smiling sets of teeth grinning at you before plunging his long tongue into your cunt. Filling you out and jutting deep. You scream. The sound echoing off the boats in the harbor and through the abandoned building you’re stationed on. 

“Oh fuck-!” You gasp, loving every moment of this. The feeling of him slobbering and drooling all over your cunt, fucking you deep with his tongue. Soon once you’ve come on him twice, he’s licking back up, slotting between your trembling thighs. A dripping mess on the metal. “Such a sweet girl… taste like… candy…” He grins hellishly, a terrifying display of teeth and the glow of Miguel’s suit in this form. He presses against you, his monster cock now free and pushing against your sex. 

Feeling the veins and girth against your core, needing it, wanting it. Drooling yourself now, after all he’s already done. He pulls back, easing into you, pushing his monstrously thick dick into you. Carefully so as not to hurt you. For all his monstrosity, he does care for you, treat you as one of his own. And he can feel Miguel reaching him in the subconscious, telling him not to hurt you. But he would never do that anyway. 

“Oh! Ah!” You gasp, relaxing yourself to accept him, stretched out even after he worked you out before. Got you ready. But nothing could ever get you truly ready to take him. Crying out as he pumps into you, fucking you into oblivion. 

Your eyes flutter back, your mind filling with images of Miguel. Your love. Desiring his touch, his caress. Almost feeling his hands on your breasts now, knowing the feeling of his hands, his grasp. Sensing his lips down your sternum and back up to your neck. Managing your arm out of one of the webs and tangling your fingers in his hair. Eyes flicking open and seeing your boyfriend’s hulking shoulders over you as you’re being pumped full. 

It is him. Both arms pull free and around him, feeling his warm skin, the comfort of his warmth. Feeling him bury his face into your neck, Venom retracting down his body and back inside, letting your boyfriend have his turn. The black veins running down his skin as he comes back into form, disappearing back inside his body except for a few tendrils that slither and swirl around your tits, rub around the juncture of Miguel’s cock in your pussy, stimulating your clit and bringing you closer. Squeezing Miguel’s back muscles as you finally come. Gushing on Miguel and Venom’s tendrils that long to keep you filled, keep you satisfied. 

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[kachowden]

There’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself. At least, none especially positive or substantial.

Weak, Pathetic, Faulty, maybe even Perverted…

Shameful. Shameful is a good one.

Especially in this moment.

The curtains of your bedroom windows shift slightly from the cracked glass, cold autumn air seeping into the somewhat cramped space, and urging you to bundle up in your covers just a bit more. Your fan whirs into a soothing white noise, and he wonders why you keep the window open if your room is already near frigid with the ac that creaks from your vents.

Perhaps it’s a human thing that he will never understand. The thought burns a little. (It’s not fair).

Shameful. That word passes through his synthetic mind again. It might be the lingering, deep repressed conscience that he’d hidden under layers of want and sin. Repressed to the back corner of his software to rot and fry, while his circuits burst with the shameful desires he holds for you.

That word certainly suits him. Shameful. It’s shameful the way his iridescent blue eyes cast such an ominous glow on your skin, highlighting the goosebumps that litter your flesh, and making it painfully obvious where his gaze lingers and shifts to. Blue lips, blue arms, blue neck..blue chest….blue stomach. Lower.

Your blankets stop him.

Blue is a color that suits you, he thinks. His blue, to be specific. Whether you’re wearing a blue shirt. Blue jeans or jewelry. Or you’re covered in the blue that pumps through his artificial joints and organs. Frankly, any blue would look great.

His receptors are blue. And Jessie has always believed you always look best when there’s some piece of him on you. His hands, his eyes, his tongue. He thinks to himself, that even though he is blue, blue is your color. It belongs to you. The same way he does.

Shameful. He wonders if this counts as having morales, when he acknowledges that his actions are wrong. That, as his hands begin tracing the contours of your flesh, diving across the expanse of your anatomy, it’s his morales telling him that this is bad. Something he shouldn’t be doing. Are his morales meant to stop them?

Maybe for humans, morales are just something to make themselves feel superior. Not a physical restraint, but something that denies base instinct, and makes them feel proud for having gone against it. But if it’s instinct, is it wrong? If it’s your mind and bodies natural way, isn’t it against your nature to deny it? Do morales make humans feel in control of themselves? Above other species?

Maybe that’s what lead to their downfall. Their superiority.

Maybe morales are simply subjective. They were programmed into him at the very least. So they are there for a reason. Or maybe just to keep him in line? Controllable?

…….

Is he more human for ignoring them? He finds it easy to, in this moment. Easier than it had been, the previous times. When he first met you.

The texture of soft fabric reaches his brain. The sensation traveling through his receptors and into his memory, stored away into a familiar slot. His bionic hand pushes it away, painting more of your skin in that beautiful blue hue.

Shame. Is shame a by product of morales? Is shame subjective? Should he feel shame?

It makes him feel dirty. But he doesn’t think he should. Love isn’t dirty. Love isn’t shameful. And oh, does Jessie love you. He loves your eyes. Your hair. Your skin.

Jessie loves your warmth. It cages his hand like a mitten, when he lets himself be bolder with his touches. When his fingers dip into your curves and folds, and he watches your expressions and reactions with baited breathe. Fake breathe. He doesn’t breathe. (Would he be more human if he did?)

Jessie is a curious android. He doesn’t think that’s something to ashamed of. He doesn’t think love should be ashamed of either.

And this,

This is love. This is his love for you. This is his desire and passion. This is his. Like blue is yours.

There’s nothing shameful about that.

So while there’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself, he thinks that shameful, at the very least, is certainly not one of them.

But then again…if shame makes human..if shame makes him closer to you. Then maybe it’s not so bad.

The thought makes him giddy.

a/n: not proofread, just wrote this one

[madamechrissy]

Gojo can't stop thinking about fucking Geto's girl

MDNI- Explicit Yandere Gojo jerks off thinking about you, Geto's girlfriend

Satoru Gojo is thinking of you, Suguru's pretty girlfriend, as he's taking a break in his office, locking his door, pulling out the pretty picture he stole from Suguru's phone of you. You're laying on the bed in nothing but a little garter belt and stockings, fuck it's his favorite, how many times has he stroked himself to it?

He's picturing being between those thighs, having your cum pour all down his lips, while he unzips his dress pants, his cock already straining against his boxers. By the time he releases his cock, precum is dripping out of his pretty pink tip. Fuck, imagine your tongue lapping it up, as you look at him with those eyes.

His head leans back against his office chair, that huge leather one you'd look so pretty in, or perhaps on his desk, bent over, your ass in the air. He scrolls to the next picture he has, one he took of your ass under your skirt. He probably shouldn't have, but he needed a good picture of it, to picture his hand print, as he fucks you so good you're drooling all over that polished cherry wood.

Satoru moans softly as he pumps his cock, up and down, swirling his hand and shutting his gorgeous blue eyes, his white lashes fluttering shut, pretty pink lips parted. Imagine pumping into you, no it would be wetter, wouldn't it? He spits on his cock once, twice, three times, using the white bubbly liquid with his precum, huge hands stroking his veiny cock, imagining that perfect pussy.

"F-fuck... you're so tight, aren't you? Oh, am I too big? You can take it, can't you, brat?" He whispers, as he keeps pumping, picturing railing you right here, picturing your moans, your cries.

He shouldn't think of his best friend's girl, he knows it, but you're all he can think of, now he's pinching that tip, and more precum is pouring out, little pearly white drops, he'd grab that hair of yours and pull it, arch your back, pressing that ass out for him. As he beats your pretty pussy up, he's getting closer and closer now, stroking faster, little whines from his throat as he whispers your name.

Fuck your name sounds good on his lips.

Satoru starts cumming then, picturing filling you up so full, so full your stomach is pumped, cum dripping down your pretty pussy, feeling you throb around his cock. He'd fill you over and over, until you're dripping for days, until he bred you, babies in your tummy, over and over. Keep you pregnant, keep you at his home, fuck you on every surface. His cum is spilling out as he moans, white streams all over his cock, his hand.

He winces, shaking at how intense it was, then he hears a knock on his door. Panicking, he quickly wipes himself up, putting his pants back on and clearing his throat. He opens the door, slicking back his white hair, and it's you. Fuck you look so pretty in your little sundress, perfect for him to raise up and fuck you, isn't it?

But Suguru is right behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, making Satoru roll his eyes. "Hey Satoru! Missed you!" You hug him then, your perfect breasts pressing against him, fuck if he's not hard again, as Suguru walks in your office.

"Missed you I guess." Satoru grumbles, making you giggle, and he's just picturing cumming all over your gorgeous face and-

"The fuck, Satoru!?" Comes Suguru's voice then, and you both turn to look, as Suguru Geto is holding up the phone, with the naked picture he stole.

Well, shit.

Full Gojo fics of mine: Cruel Duke Gojo story here - Sweet Lawyer Gojo here -Psycho Yandere Gojo here - Cocky CEO Gojo here - Gojo Drabbles

[min-imum]

hello, can i ask to write mingyu!fireman? This came to my imagination and how his muscular body would look beautiful with the uniform.

I appreciate it if you do, and have a great day 🫂💕

i’ve been dying to write this but every time i try start my motivation fizzles out. anyway…

nsfw, mdni

content warnings: gn!reader, the smallest possible mention of blood, shower sex?, oral sex (m. receiving), i think that’s it possibly hopefully

you grip your phone tightly, panic setting in. mingyu hasn’t replied to any of your messages or calls, not since he left in the middle of the night to tend to an emergency — it’s the morning now, it’s been hours, and you’re not seeing a single blue tick.

“come on, pick up,” you mutter, hitting the call button again. it rings for a minute, and then you hear the robotic female voice — the number you’re trying to contact is not responding, try again later — and worry bubbles in your chest.

it’s completely unlike mingyu to be ignoring your calls. what if something happened to him? what if—

you’re choking back a sob when your doorknob jiggles, and you spin around to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

he’s covered in soot and blood.

“oh god,” you gasp, running to him. “are you okay? what— whose blood is this?”

he sets his helmet down and gives you a tired smile. “nah. not mine. i’m okay. sorry for worrying you, baby.”

he leans down to give you a sweet kiss, and you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “i’m just glad you’re okay.”

when you pull away, he grimaces down at your shirt, now also stained with grime. “let’s go take a shower, baby. you’re all dirty now.”

“together?” you ask, shy.

he grins.

—

in the bathroom, he strips you down first, tossing your dirtied clothes into a separate pile next to your laundry basket. you watch, perched on the counter butt-naked as your firefighter boyfriend removes his gear. he shrugs off his heavy jacket to reveal big arms, and then he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal bigger pecs and toned abs. he catches you appreciating him and smirks playfully, and you blush, but your eyes stay firmly on him and his body.

the way he unbuckles his belt makes you squeeze your thighs together, and the thick thighs that fill your vision when he slides his pants down his legs make you feel weak in the knees.

you finally look away, face flaming, when he hooks his thumbs into his briefs with a wink in your direction. you hear him chuckle and your ears warm up, too.

soon, your boyfriend’s handsome face appears in front of you. “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teases, and you whine, pressing your face into his neck.

“but still,” you mumble. he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“adorable,” he murmurs, fond. he lifts you up, much too effortlessly for you and your weak heart, and carries you into the shower. all you can do is keep your face hidden in his neck as your cheeks redden even more. he sets you down in the shower and adjusts the water temperature.

“wanna wash your hair for you, gyu,” you tell him.

he smiles, adoration clear in his eyes. “thank you, baby.”

you lather up his shampoo in your hands, and once you hold out foamy, bubbled-up hands, he bends down so you can reach his head. you massage the lather into his scalp gently and you make sure to get to all of his hair, knowing he always comes home sweaty and dirty after a call like this.

after a minute, you help him rinse it off. he sputters when he accidentally inhales while water is running down his face and you giggle brightly.

“don’t laugh at me,” your boyfriend sulks. you grin at him and brush his wet bangs away from his eyes. your big, tall, beefy boyfriend frowns down at you, adorable little pout on his lips.

you pat his chest twice. “turn around. i’ll wash your back.”

“you’re spoiling me today,” he murmurs. “all of a sudden?”

“you worried me. i called you but you didn’t pick up,” you explain. “so now i need to make sure you’re okay.”

“oh,” he says. you can’t see his face while he’s turned around, but he sounds sheepish enough for you to be able to imagine the expression he’s making right now. “‘m sorry. dropped my phone by accident. not sure if it’s broken or dead, but that’s probably why i didn’t answer your calls.”

oh.

of course.

you laugh loudly, suddenly realising that you were so worried about him when in actual fact, your clumsy boyfriend had just dropped his phone — again. “i should’ve known.”

you can hear the pout in his voice. “it’s not on purpose.”

you finish soaping up his back, running your palms over the expanse of golden skin. wordlessly, he turns to face you. you start washing his front, too, taking your time as you run your hands over his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, his abs.

and, in predictable mingyu fashion, his cock is rock hard, long and girthy and drooling at the tip. you drop to your knees and place your hands on his thighs, and his breath hitches.

“baby?”

you look up at him through your lashes, then sink your mouth down over his cock as far as you can go in one stroke.

“f-fuck!”

his abs clench wildly, and his knees buckle for a second. his fingers tangle into your wet hair. he curses loudly as you swallow around him, determined to take in more of him. the sight of you, pretty lips stretched around his cock, eyes staring up at him seductively, makes him clench his muscles to stop himself from bucking into your mouth.

using your hold on his thighs for leverage, you sink your mouth down onto his cock as far as you can go and nearly choke yourself — and the spasm of your throat is absolute heaven for mingyu. he whines and his grip on your hair tightens. you tongue at his cock and hollow your cheeks and bob your head on his cock, making sure to swallow around him whenever he’s deep in your throat.

it doesn’t take long. “fuck, baby, ‘m gonna come,” he gasps. “where—”

you slam down onto mingyu’s cock, choking yourself again, and he comes with a yelp. his cum floods into your mouth and throat, and you swallow most of it.

letting the remaining bit of his come pool on your tongue, you open your mouth wide for him to see, and then you swallow that too. he stares with wide eyes, and his cock twitches valiantly.

he drops to his knees too, settling himself next to you, and he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. he kisses you frantically and moans when he tastes himself in your mouth. “fuck, baby,” he mutters when you pull away. “that might have been the best head of my life. your knees must hurt. c’mon, let’s wash up quickly so i can take you to bed.”

as soon as his soapy hands find their way to your body, you both know you’re not making it to bed anytime soon.

[sowhat-whynot]

write a hamzah x reader pregnancy journey and cute moments and headcanons and how happy he is to have a daughter in the end!

Pregnancy journey headcanons!

a/n: this request is so cute omfg and hamzah is such a girl dad im so glad this was requested.

dad!hamzah x fem reader

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⊹ When you told Hamzah you were pregnant, he was very shocked but he then got so excited to become a dad. He hugged you for minutes before letting you go “oh my god y/n this is crazy” he said before pulling you into a kiss.

⊹ You & Hamzah decide to surprise Mandy & Martin with a baby shirt saying “I ♡ my aunt and uncle” and they looked at you guys confused. “Are you guys fucking with us?” Mandy gasped in realization. Martin was so excited and he quickly hugged Hamzah. Mandy got up and sobbed into your arms.

⊹ Ever since the day Hamzah found out you were pregnant, he would not let you do anything yourself. “Hamzah i dont need help grabbing a plate” you say. He just wants this pregnancy to be as smooth as possible :(

⊹ Once your belly starts noticeably growing, he will not keep his hands off it. Every night before bed, he’ll put his head against your belly and say “goodnight baby, mommy and daddy are waiting for you”. This will never fail to make you smile it also just makes you love him more.

⊹ After finding out you’ll be having a baby girl, Hamzah is thrilled to become a girl dad because he knows he’ll be the best father to her. He even has girl names he keeps on his notes app!

⊹ Mandy & Martin will sometimes come over to gift you guys baby toys, dresses, and blankets for the baby. Kinda like how they gifted cat necessities to Hamzah.

⊹ Weird food cravings start happening and Hamzah had learned his lesson and it was to not make fun of your cravings. He did that once and you ended up in tears. You thought he found you disgusting it’s crazy how hormones can change people so quickly.

⊹ On days where you feel tired and sick, Hamzah always tried his best to make you feel better like showering you with kisses and compliments. After all, you are carrying his baby.

⊹ Days before giving birth, Hamzah is going crazy and he’s nervous, he’s acting like he’s the one giving birth.

⊹ As soon as you both hear your newborn’s cries, Hamzah kisses your forehead while holding back tears. He’s so proud of you and is so happy his daughter is here 😞

⊹ He is so freaking obsessed with her and he feels like his world is complete. And yes she did inherit her dad’s curls!!

⊹ Hamzah knows how tired you are after sleepless nights so he prepares milk for the baby, changes diapers, and even cleans the house while you and baby sleep. What an angel…

⊹ Sometimes you even catch him sleeping on the bed with the baby sleeping soundly on his chest and you will snap a pic every time!

⊹ Red & Blue are also great with the baby and find her relaxing to be around. They even get close to sniff her head hehe.

⊹ Months later when your daughter starts crawling, Hamzah is quite sad to see her grow, he swears she was just born 2 days ago….

⊹ One day you woke up from a nap finding that the house was oddly quiet. You walk into the living room, calling out Hamzah’s name but got no response. Your worry washes over when you hear laughter coming from the backyard. Sure enough, you found Hamzah playing with his daughter and Red & Blue. The sight was so beautiful, you didn’t wanna ruin the moment, so you end up watching from afar with the biggest smile on your face.

Yes i did get this idea from Lana Del Rey’s lyric from “how to disappear” - “i’ve got a kid and two cats in the yard” 😞

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save me dad!hamzah save me please

[truefandemonium]

Welp I’m back and so is Bill

Please enjoy the drabble <3

a mind ensnared pt.2

a billstill ficlet

(inspired by the AU by @jellynut)

TW: self harm

…

It hurt like hell. And Stanley knew hell.

Hell was the lifetime he spent wishing he hadn’t hurt Ford. The lifetime he wasted running from the family he should have made amends with.

The lifetime he could no longer recall most of.

Ford was easing him back into reconnecting with his past— both of theirs. He shared stories they’d experienced as kids in Jersey… the good times they’d shared in high school… moments in between where they didn’t hate each other’s guts.

But it hurt.

Stan pressed his palms against his eyes with a low groan. “I’m sicka this.”

“Stanley, we can stop,” Ford said calmly. “This is for you, remember.”

“Remember. Right,” Stan scoffed. His attitude had plummeted in the last half hour since his headache had grown from a dull ache to a sharp throbbing in his right temple.

Ford rolled his eyes, shutting the scrapbook and shoving it back into the small shelf inside the interior of the boat. The name of the author was scrawled in glitter gel pen on the inside: MABLE PINES. “We can revisit it later,” Ford said, keeping his tone level.

Stan hated him for always being reasonable and kind despite his own short temper. Who gave him the right to be so forgiving?

Sure as blue skies wasn’t me! If anything, I helped him find his fiery side— Ol’ Fordsy never would have hurt you before I came along…

Ford never hurt me. This was never his fault, no matter how much I want to believe it was. Stan shifted to look at his feet, hiding his gaze. He didn’t know if Ford could see it; the way his eyes changed when Bill spoke. Maybe no one could see it… but Stan felt it. It clawed at the back of his brain like long tendrils of flame, licking until they could reach the glassy surface of his eyes, where they’d stare out.

Oh really?

Stan could practically see that damned Triangle grinning now.

Remember this?

Fire. This time, not just behind his eyes. It ate away at the flesh of his back, just at his wing, where the deep burn scar remained. Lately, Stan would run his fingers over the grooves in his flesh, as if he could pry the memory out of his skin, desperate to recall the moment in which he gained the scar.

But now he didn’t need anything to evoke it. It all came back like a tidal wave, floodgates opened and ready to drown him in the deep waters of his own mind.

Stan pushed himself up from the table, his chair clattering to the floor behind him as he reeled. The pain made him dizzy, and Ford’s brow furrowed deep as he looked up at him in concern.

“Alright, Stanley?”

“Headache,” Stan barked.

So worried for you. How sweet. Brotherly love is such a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Why don’t you go ahead and ask Sixer about that scar, Mystery Man?

Flashes of memory threatened to knock Stan to the floor. The deep pain of the burn on his back. The cold of the earth as he fell to his side in agony. A distant cry of, “Stanley… I’m so sorry…”

But why? Why had Ford burned him? Why had they been fighting at all?

ASK HIM.

“Stanley, are you sure you’re alright?” Ford stood, his chair creaking as he pushed it back and stepped around the table toward his brother. “You look—”

“I’m fine!” Stan snapped, grabbing Ford’s collar and holding him at arm’s length to stop him from getting closer. Stan looked up and glared into the soft eyes staring back, his grip tightening.

You’ll never know if you don’t ASK.

“I don’t need to,” Stan whispered, the words falling from his lips against his will.

Ford’s eyes flashed fearfully. “What?”

Panic suddenly gripped Stanley— the man shoved his brother back and growled, “I said I don’t need you. This stupid memory thing isn’t helping me— and neither are you.”

“Stanley, you don’t need to—” Ford lifted his hand and Stan stepped back again.

“Just leave it alone! Leave me alone, and stop trying to help,” Stan ground out, clenching his fists at his sides and pivoting to leave the underbelly of the ship.

Ford yelled something else as Stan left, but he didn’t turn around. The screaming inside his head was too loud to think— to breathe.

On a fishing boat in the middle of the ocean, there weren't exactly many places to isolate oneself. Still, Stan managed to find solace in the crow’s nest. Cold wind buffeted his hair as he tried and failed to catch his breath, chest hammering as Bill raked at the inside of Stan’s skull.

YOU IDIOT

NOW YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHY FORD GAVE YOU THAT SCAR— YOU’LL NEVER REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID TO HIM TO MAKE HIM SNAP—

“Shut up, shut up,” Stan seethed, his hands coming up to frame his head, closing his eyes. “I don’t want to know, you stupid triangle. I don’t want to remember…” Stan shook his head, voice dissolving into a whimper. “I don’t want to remember him at all.”

It was the thing that was killing him; the memory of how he’d betrayed Ford at every turn, destroyed his chance at happiness. And Bill wouldn’t stop reminding him of all of it.

“I just wanna forget everything,” Stan hissed into the wind, the breeze taking his words and tossing them to the sea. “Just for a minute…”

For the first time in a long time, there was silence. And then,

I can make that happen.

All at once, Stan felt his body heat. Not the fiery pain of the past, but a gentle warmth like the rays of the sun beating down on him. He opened his eyes and inhaled a sharp, small gasp.

He was sitting in the crow’s nest of the original Stan ‘O’ War on Glass Shard Beach, the hot summer sun baking the wooden boat as it sat on the shore. Stan stood cautiously, raking his eyes over his surroundings.

He was looking for something. Some one. Yet he couldn’t manage to remember who. The memory felt blurry in his mind, like a permanent marker had been scrawled across the image— the thick, choking fumes of the ink making Stan’s vision cloudy and head swim.

And yet he welcomed it. The sensation of not remembering… it was as peaceful as it was oddly painful.

But something was tugging him— calling him. Stan pushed off from the wooden nest and crawled down the rickety wooden slats that served as steps to the main deck, then jumped down to reach the shore.

Normally a leap like that would knock him to his knees— and it almost did— but the pain in his joints seemed to have vanished. He felt like… like a kid again.

A sudden breath of excited air filled Stanley’s lungs as he straightened and examined the terrain. Sure enough, everything was as it was in his childhood. Every stone, every tree— every glass shard.

Except the presence of that unknown entity clawing at the inside of Stan’s mind.

As he wandered the beach, Stan’s anxiety grew, soon overwhelming the joy he’d felt at being back home. Until he saw it.

Saw him.

A faceless figure he knew so well. Part of him knew, anyway.

No name would lend itself to Stan as he raced forward, one hand extended into the air in greeting.

The faceless man sat placidly on a near broken down swing set, rocking forward and back in gentle motions.

Stan’s heart pounded as he got a good look at his face. Or rather, the emptiness that was there. His hands, too— his whole body seemed to flicker with obscuring yellow light. Light that shone so brightly Stan had to back up several steps.

But then it dimmed, and somehow, that was so much worse.

Before Stan stood a stranger. A stranger he’d grown up with, a stranger he loved. A stranger who had done so much for him and he did nothing in return.

“Hey, uh—” Stan started, his eyes trying to focus on the ever changing clawed out space that the man should reside in. “Who are you? This place is— this is Jersey, isn’t it?”

The stranger turned, his face a shroud of scribbled yellow that flickered with his movement.

Then, a sharp, loud, incessant static began to pour from him. No words, just agitated sounds in a garbled mess.

The sounds welled until Stan couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his hands over his ears and cried, “I’m looking for—”

And then he stopped. Because… who was he looking for? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember.

You wanted to forget. A grinning, gleaming flash of yellow appeared beside Stan. The single eye of the floating angular shape glinted with malice. So now he’s gone. Enjoy the spotlight, Stanley.

No, no, no no no no. Who did he forget? Who had Bill taken from him? And just when he was starting to remember—

But remember what? Even now, the memories were starting to fade. The image of the beach around him started to feel fuzzy in Stan’s mind. Everything but the glimmering shards of sun soaked glass that protruded from every corner of the beach.

The pain in Stan’s head, too, was beginning to grow. The aching that came with trying to uncover lost memories, the splintering sensation as the static noise penetrated his skull.

The sadness he felt when he looked into the space of the stranger’s face where his eyes should be.

The sound of glass shattering seemed to break him. Scrambling through the warm sand below his feet, Stan searched until he frantically pulled a shard of sharpened glass from the dirt.

Without hesitation, he lunged for the stranger, pressing the glass hard against his obscured throat. Stan felt the soft, kind hands of this unseeable man land on his shoulders. Confused. Comforting.

“Who are you?” Stan wailed. “I’m looking for someone! I— I can’t do this without him…”

Heaving for air, breath coming in short bursts as his heart hammered in his chest, Stan bleakly lifted the glass to his face and peered at it, retreating from the stranger.

Back then, he had terrible eyesight. He just never told anyone. He didn’t get glasses until he was in his late thirties and even then he hardly wore them. He didn’t feel like he deserved them. But his— someone— had loaned their own to Stanley. As a child, he borrowed someone’s glasses. Someone he looked up to and treasured and—

Fuck, the pain of forgetting was too much. It was like fire burning down the carefully crafted buildings inside his head. And the smoke was filling up his skull.

Maybe he could relieve the pressure. Clear the smoke and put the fire out.

Remember.

Ever so carefully, Stan placed the point of the glass shard against his right temple, and pressed. The pain was nothing compared to the sounds of agony his own brain was creating in this moment. The glass pierced his skin, drawing dark blood as Stan dragged the edge from his temple toward his eye.

Maybe he’d see better with just one eye.

STANLEY.

A horrible sound rang out. A mix of Bill’s voice and… someone else. As the rest of Jersey fell away, only the figure of the stranger remained: grabbing Stan’s shoulders and shaking him hard.

All at once, Stan’s eyes flew open. He was huddled on the floor of the ship, down below, one eye filling rapidly with blood from the long slice along the side of his head. Hand planted on the ground before him as he gasped and dropped the glass from his other.

“Stanley!”

That voice. Stan spun his body, revelling in the feeling of a familiar six fingered grasp on his shoulders.

And his own face staring back at him. For the first time in a long time, Stanley couldn’t get the words out. Until finally, “Stanford.”

Ford grabbed his brother and yanked him into a tight hug, his breathing frantic and horrified. “Stanley— oh for God’s sake, Stanley— I thought you were— it was like he had— but your eyes— oh thank goodness—” Ford’s rambling soothed Stanley.

His brother. He’d been looking for his brother all this time. And Bill had taken him.

Stan pulled away from the hug and slammed his fists into his brother’s chest, startling him into a sharp gasp. “Stanley, what are you—” he started, wondering and fearful.

The memories came back, finally, finally. The fight. That terrible moment when everything changed.

“You left me behind, you jerk! It was supposed to be us forever.”

And then the ever present searing pain in the flesh of Stanley’s right shoulder. Ford didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it.

But he’d left him. And now he was back.

Stan rasped out, “Don’t ever leave me.”

“You ruined my life.”

Ford’s brows knitted over his eyes. “Stanley, you’re my brother,” he said gently. “We’re in this together.”

“You ruined your own life.”

“Forever,” Stan wheezed. Even through the dripping blood, and slowly darkening vision, Ford’s face was so clear now.

And Stan decided he would take the pain of remembering over the hell of forgetting. Always.

Forever.

[sebstanaddict]

Dressing Up

Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader Story

A/N : Seb's look in that Thom Browne suit earlier this week made me want to write something with that look in mind. So, based on one of your requests, here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are both Avengers on an undercover mission to infiltrate a gala hosted by Countess Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. Bucky was not used to wearing a formal suit and so Y/n helps him get ready. But their closeness during the preparation lead to something more.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Warning : none I think, let me know if you find any

Word count : 1.3k words

Read more Bucky one shots here

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Dressing Up

Bucky stood in the suite of the five star hotel, adjusting the position of the waistband of his black trousers as he glanced nervously at the formal three-piece suit hanging nearby. He wasn’t used to this kind of thing—suits, ties, dressing up for high-society events. He was much more comfortable in tactical gear or his leather jackets, ready for action. But tonight, appearances mattered. They had a mission to infiltrate a gala hosted by Countess Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, and the evening called for sophistication, not combat gear.

Just then, Y/n stepped into the room, and his breath caught. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and radiating an elegance that left him speechless. He’d always admired her confidence on the field, but seeing her like this—composed, graceful, and utterly captivating—did something to him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Oh… wow,” he managed to say, his voice nearly a whisper. She smiled, clearly catching his reaction, a blush tinting her cheeks. 

"Thanks. You’re looking a bit unprepared, though," she teased, glancing at his half-dressed state, he was only wearing the black trousers and white undershirt. 

“Come on, let’s get you into this suit,” she added with a playful smirk, holding up the white dress shirt she’d picked out for him. “Arms up.”

Bucky chuckled, holding up his vibranium arm slightly. “Just might need a little extra help getting this in."

She nodded, feeling a flicker of nervousness as she stepped close to him. Sliding his flesh hand through the sleeve was effortless, but guiding the vibranium arm was another story. The shirt clung stubbornly to the plates and ridges of the arm, and it took a couple of tries for her to adjust the fabric and ease the sleeve up over the hard, cool vibranium.

“Almost got it…” she murmured, concentrating as she gave the sleeve one last gentle tug, and finally, it slipped into place.

Bucky let out a relieved sigh. “You’ve got the touch,” he said with a soft grin, glancing down at her. She caught his eyes for a second longer than she meant to, suddenly hyper-aware of the space—or lack thereof—between them.

Trying to steady herself, she focused on buttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing his chest as she moved down, fastening each button slowly. The warmth of his skin contrasted with the coolness of the vibranium, and she found herself acutely aware of the solid muscle beneath her hands.

She bit her lip, willing herself to focus, but each button she fastened only brought her closer to him, her fingers brushing against his collarbone, his chest. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried not to think about the warmth radiating from him or the way he looked at her with those intense blue eyes.

“You know,” she said, trying to maintain her composure, “this shirt is almost too good for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Almost?”

Her heart skipped at his playful tone, and she shot him a coy smile. “Alright, more than good,” she admitted, her voice softening. “Perfect, actually.”

He smiled as he heard her. “Glad to know that.” 

After fastening the last button, she helped him tuck the shirt into the waistband of his trousers, their hands brushed as she worked and she felt a tingling sensation as they touched. She paused for a moment, looking up at him and noticed his cheeks were pink and she stepped back.

“Umm.. I think you can handle it yourself.” She murmured, feeling her cheeks warm.

He cleared his throat and started adjusting the shirt himself. “Yeah..”

Once he was done she turned and reached for the black cashmere vest sliding it over his shoulders and smoothing the fabric across his chest. Her fingers moved down his torso as she fastened each button, her pulse racing as she took in how effortlessly the suit framed his figure. The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric, making her hands tremble slightly. She swallowed, glancing up to find his gaze on her, his eyes darker than usual, and the intensity made her breath catch.

“Now for the tie,” she murmured, picking up the silk tie she’d chosen, a black one. She looped it around his neck, and as she leaned closer, their faces were just inches apart. She could feel his breath warm against her skin, the faint scent of mint teasing her senses. Her hands shook as she tightened the knot, and she forced herself to focus on the silk in her hands instead of the temptation to simply close the distance between them.

She managed to steady her breathing, but the moment her hands brushed his neck as she tightened the tie, he leaned in a fraction closer, a smirk pulling at his lips. “You’re pretty good at this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

She caught herself staring at his mouth for a moment, her cheeks burning. “Guess I’m just a fan of a man in a suit,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze drifted over his face, down the sharp line of his jaw, and she could feel her resolve weakening with every second.

After a heartbeat, she stepped back slightly, needing the distance to regain some composure, but her eyes lingered on the dresser where a bottle of cologne sat. She picked it up without thinking, holding it out to him. “One last touch. Just… a little cologne,” she murmured, almost nervous.

Bucky smiled, taking the bottle, his eyes never leaving hers as he sprayed a bit onto his wrists and neck. The smoky cedarwood scent filled the air, mixing with the warmth of his skin, and it was almost intoxicating. She felt herself getting lost in it, the scent wrapping around her and drawing her closer to him. Her heart raced, her mind spinning with thoughts she usually kept buried.

“You, uh… smell good,” she managed, feeling her cheeks grow hotter. He smiled softly, his expression turning serious as he took a step closer, his gaze trailing over her from head to toe.

“So do you,” he murmured, his voice filled with something deep and unguarded. His gaze traveled over the curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her body, and he swallowed. “You look… stunning, Y/n.”

Her heart skipped, and she felt a warmth flood through her at the way he said her name. She was used to his protectiveness, his strength, but this side of him—the vulnerable softness in his voice, the admiration in his eyes—felt different. It stirred something inside her, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. And suddenly, the mission was the last thing on her mind.

He stepped closer, just a whisper between them now, his eyes searching hers. “You know,” he began, his voice soft, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I admire you.”

Her breath caught as his hand brushed against hers, and she felt a thrill she couldn’t ignore. His gaze dropped to her lips, and for a moment, she thought he might close the distance.

Instead, he pulled back slightly, his voice lower, almost hesitant. “Maybe after this… we could go out sometime?” He looked at her with a cautious, hopeful expression, and she felt a rush of warmth at his vulnerability, at the fact that he was letting her in.

A smile broke across her face, and she nodded, her voice soft but sure. “I’d like that.”

The electricity in the air felt almost tangible as they lingered, each savoring the moment, until finally, she tore her gaze away with a gentle laugh. “Come on, Soldier. We’ve got a mission to get to.”

He chuckled, looking a little more confident as he slipped into his jacket. “Right. But just know,” he added with a wink, “I’m already looking forward to our date.”

She laughed, the sound carrying a lightness that hadn’t been there before, and as they headed out the door, they both knew something had changed. Beyond the mission, beyond the gala—they had something to look forward to.

[al-dusty33]

The Iceberg Lounge

Summary: Moving to Gotham City for your dad's job promotion, you find yourself in the middle of a city-wide conspiracy theory about the mysterious disappearances. Teaming up with Robin, you set off to get to the bottom of it all and find out who is behind all of it.

First Chapter

The reader is Non-binary but was born a female. If that's not your type of reader then don't continue reading. Or do, I can't control you.

Warning: This book (not just this chapter) contains: swearing, violence, sexual content, mature themes, alcohol consumption, near death experiences, and Joker.

09/06/2022 (Morning)

It was the first day of Gotham City High School. (Name)'s mom is driving them to school. They lie their head against the passenger window to watch the daily lives people of Gotham went through every morning. Despite the chaos of the night life, the morning life seems to be the exact opposite with its tranquility.

"Mom, you didn't have to drive me to school," (Name)'s eyes looks over to their mom, "I could've taken the bus."

(Name)'s mom shakes her head, "Not after what happened a few days ago," Her eyes flicks over to theirs before looking at the road again, "I don't feel comfortable with you being alone in the city."

They take a deep breath in and then says, "Fair point," They look out the window again.

They wonder if they can somehow ask Robin to take them to school but since he looks no older than them, the chances of him being free to do that is slim to none.

(Name)'s mom pulls up to the school's entrance, "My love, my cherub, one of the loves of my life, you have a great day. Be cool, be safe, be merry, don't forget to make somebody laugh or smile today because you never truly know if they need it in their back pocket or yours," She gently grabs their hand and squeezes it, "And don't forget, to smackth the dayth and conquer it and make it your bitch," She leans in and kisses the side of their head, "And don't forget I love you."

It's something (Name)'s mom has been saying since Oliver started attending school all those years ago. It changes everyday but the love behind the words is still there just as strong as the first time it was uttered.

(Name) smiles at their mom, "Love you too; see ya!" They open the car door and take their first step toward the unknown.

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The school day so far has been going slow; every class was only an introduction to the class and what the students would expect as classwork.

(Name) checks their schedule on their phone to where their English class is located, but they feel like they've been going around in circles looking for the class.

Feeling frustrated and confused, (Name) summons up the courage to walk up to a random student.

"Excuse me," (Name) taps his shoulder, "I'm looking for Mr. Baxter's room," They show him their phone, "Can you show me where it is."

He seems surprised to see them before snapping out of it and taking a peek at their phone. His blue eyes scan over the screen before smiling at them, "I'm heading to that class now; you can follow me."

(Name) was mildly surprised at the revelation, but they were pleased with the result, "Sweet, lead the way..." Their voice trails off as their eyes looks him over, "Sorry, I don't know your name."

"No need to apologize," He holds his hand out for them to shake, "Name's Jason Todd."

They shake his hand, "(Name) (LastName); I'm new here."

"Oh, I know..." Jason mumbles under his breath with a small huff of amusement. He lets go off their hand and lets his fall back to his side.

"Uh..." (Name) narrows their eyes at him, "How exactly did you know that?" Was he a secret stalker of theirs? That comment was definitely a red flag.

Jason shakes his head, "Don't think anything weird about that," He crosses his arms, "The reason I knew was because where that classroom was at," He starts walking off, "People who've already been attending this school would already know where each subject is located at school."

Now they felt like a bit of an ass for assuming the worst of him, but could you blame them when a few days ago they were kidnapped by some people.

(Name) follows behind Jason, "Right, right. That makes sense."

Jason looks over his shoulder at them with that same soft smile on his face, "It's fine; you should always be a bit wary of the people around you in Gotham," He looks forward again.

They let out a small sigh of relief at the fact he wasn't mad at them, "Good to know."

Jason leads (Name) to Mr. Baxter's classroom and the two take a seat next to each other.

"Thanks for helping me, Jas-" (Name) looks over at him to see admiring someone. Following his line of sight to see a girl with long, flowing brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and tan skin. She was laughing and talking with two other girls.

"She's gorgeous..." Jason mutters with a dopey smile. He leans his head in the palm of his hand.

(Name) looks back and forth between Jason and the girl before a small smirk appears on their face, "Oh~ What's this?" They gently nudge him to get his attention again, "Who's the cute girl?"

Jason's cheeks turn a little pink at being caught red-handed, "Huh! Wh-What?" His eyes glances over at the girl before returning to (Name), "Her? That's Rena Robinson."

"You like her?" (Name) asks in a teasing tone, "There's no need to be shy about it."

Jason deflates a little with a tiny sigh of annoyance, "Yeah, fine, I like her," His eyes trail over to Rena once more, "I've had a crush on her since last school year; we both started attending here in the middle of the year around the same time."

(Name) nods their head while listening, "I see..." They clasp their fingers together and rest their chin on them, "Obviously you didn't make a move on her yet."

Jason crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, "And how did you come to that conclusion, (Name)?"

"You're sitting here and admiring her from afar instead of being over there and talking to her," They explain in a slightly teasing tone, "It's not hard to figure that one out, Jason."

Jason softly chuckles, "Nice deduction, Detective."

(Name) smiles at him, "I try my best."

The bell rings to signify the start of class.

~[After School]~

(Name) leans against a pillar and scrolls through their phone while waiting to be picked up.

"Hey, (Name)," A voice pops out of nowhere next to them.

They jump a little and look over to see Jason standing next to them, "Goodness gracious... You scared me," They let out a small breath and put their phone away, "You get picked up as well?"

Jason leans back against the pillar with them, "No, I'm standing out here because I can," He says in a sarcastic way, "Of course I get picked up."

"No need to be a sarcastic prick," (Name) grumbles and then softly chuckles, "So, who's picking you up?" They look toward the parking lot and sees Dad pulling up, "Nevermind, my Dad's here."

Jason points to the car behind (Name)'s dad, "My butler is here."

"Butler?" (Name) repeats with a look of surprise on their face.

An older gentleman steps out of the driver's side and walks around the car, "Come along, Master Jason."

Jason looks at (Name), "Let me introduce you to Alfred," He gently grabs their elbow and drags them over, "Alfred! This is my new friend, (Name) (LastName)."

The butler, Alfred, bows toward the two teens, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Name). I've heard your last name before."

(Name) raises an eyebrow in confusion, "You have?"

"You're still bultering, eh?," (Name)'s Dad's voice calls out as he exits the car, "It's been years, Alfred."

Alfred looks over at (Name)'s Dad and soft smiles at the man, "Mr. (LastName), it has been quite a while since I've seen you."

(Name) almost took a physical step back at their conversation, "Wait, what?" They glance between the two, "You guys know each other?"

"I didn't expect that..." Jason mumbles, equally surprised by the reveal.

(Name)'s Dad's gaze moves over to their child, "Believe it or not, but I'm childhood friends with Bruce Wayne," He lets out a hearty chuckle, "The way we met was through our moms, who were friends since high school."

(Name) opens and closes their mouth a few times, trying to come up with a response before stammering out, "You were childhood friends with a celebrity like Bruce Wayne?"

(Name)'s Dad nods his head, "Pretty neat, huh?" He turns his attention toward Alfred, "How has Bruce been since I last saw him?"

"Master Bruce can sometimes become a recluse, but he tries getting out there with different events," Alfred explains, "But regardless of all that, he's still the same person you knew before you moved."

"That's good to hear," (Name)'s Dad's gaze turns downward, "I'm happy he was able to move on from that incident..."

Alfred seems like he was going to correct (Name)'s Dad but decides against it.

(Name)'s Dad looks up again with a small smile on his face, "It was great seeing you again, and hopefully I'll see Bruce sometime soon, but (Name) and I should get going," He opens the passenger side door, "I still have the same phone number; he can reach out if he chooses to do so."

Alfred was happy to hear that, "I'll let Master Bruce know, Mr. (LastName)," He looks at Jason again, "We should get going as well, Master Jason."

Jason was caught off guard by Alfred suddenly talking to him, "Uh, yeah, sure," His gaze moves over to (Name), "I'll see you later then."

"Yeah, see ya, Jason," (Name) enters the car and closes the car door after.

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During the car ride home, (Name) decides to bring up the surprising fact of her dad's apparent friendship with Bruce Wayne.

They tap their fingers against their thigh for a few moments and then starts speaking, "So..." They look over at him from the corner of their eye, "You and Bruce Wayne were friends, huh?"

(Name)'s dad nods and says, "Eh-heh."

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool..." (Name) looks out the car window to watch the scenery fly by, "Coolio..." The conversation seems tense and awkward for no real reason at all and (Name) hates it. To help break up more of the silence, they continue to ask questions, "How did you two meet?"

(Name)'s dad quickly looks over at them before refocusing his attention back on the road ahead of him, "Our moms were friends in high school," He lets out a small chuckle and then says, "It's funny how our moms were friends, then we were friends, and now it's you and that Jason kid. It's like fate."

Fate? Was it really fate that kept bringing (Name)'s family back to Bruce Wayne's family? Or was it just a huge coincidence.

Silence floods between them once more, but luckily the radio was on to stop it from becoming an intense silence.

~[Evening]~

"What!?" Oliver and Alexandra shouts at the same time after hearing about the fact that their dad, Grant (LastName), a man who worked in a warehouse for nearly twenty years, was friends with Bruce Wayne once upon a time ago.

Alexandra runs her fingers through her hair and then down her face, "How do we keep finding out Dad has rich friends like them?"

Oliver has his arms crossed and his gaze down toward the floor in a bit of deep thought, "I've been alive for 21 years and never once have I heard of anything hinting at Bruce Wayne being part of Dad's history..." He mumbles under his breath.

"Dad was the one who brought up the idea of contact after all these years and we just have to wait for Bruce Wayne to accept the offer or not," (Name) explains. Being able to explore a big house Bruce Wayne lives in seems to excite them, "I hope he does accept the offer."

The idea of fate comes back to the forefront of their mind once again. If it's truly fate then they're not going to complain with fate intertwining their family with a rich one.

~[Midnight]~

"How are we going to find Penguin?" (Name) asks through grunts as they do burpees.

Robin continues scanning the area around them, "He's most likely at the Iceberg Lounge."

The two are currently standing on a new rooftop in the Safe Zone.

(Name) stops their training and lies on the rooftop on their stomach, "Where's that at?"

"At East-Side," Robin points at a building that looks like an iceberg, "It's not hard to miss it."

They stand up and walk toward the edge next to him, "It looks beautiful from here..." They mutter to themselves.

He crosses his arms, "Sure, but getting in there is going to be hard," He looks at them, "The best way to get in is with disguises."

The idea of sneaking in with disguises seems to excite (Name), "Disguises?" They pump their fist into the air, "Hell yeah! What are we going in as?"

"Uh..." Robin looks out toward the Iceberg Lounge again, "Good question..."

"What's this? Did the little birdie get a new little bunny friend?"

Robin and (Name) look behind them and see a woman in a black, latex, full body suit, a hood with cat ears mounted on top, and a pair of red goggles. The woman was undeniably beautiful.

Robin relaxes a little, but still stays on guard, "Catwoman, what are you doing here?" He crosses his arms, "This isn't your usual place."

Catwoman checks her nails, "That's none of your business," Her eyes lock on (Name) and point her finger at them, "Who's this?"

Snapping out of their small trance, (Name) clears their throat and speaks, "I'm- uh... I'm Bunny," They smile at Catwoman, "Nice to meet ya!"

Catwoman saunters closer to them, "An adorable little thing," They feel her nail ghost underneath their chin and causing them to look up a little more, "I didn't think the Bat would have bunnies join his team. Speaking of..." She looks at Robin, "How is my brooding boy scout doing?"

"Spread thin," Robin answers as his body relaxes a little more, "He's barely getting any micro naps."

Catwoman looks up in thought, "Maybe I should pay him a little visit and help him relax," She looks at the two again, "Now then, what is this about disguises?"

(Name) glances at Robin to see if they should answer honestly or not.

Robin points behind him at the Iceberg Lounge, "We need disguises to infiltrate in there."

Catwoman's gaze moves to the Iceberg Lounge for a few moments before moving back to the two teens, "The best way to sneak in there as guests, but to get closer to Ozzy is a different story," She plants her hands on her hips and looks at (Name), "You're gonna need to be a hostess working there."

(Name) stiffens a little when Catwoman's eyes land on them, "I'm sorry? I'm gonna be working as a hostess? Like the person behind the podium that takes people to their tables?"

Catwoman softly smiles and shakes her head, "Not that type of hostess, little bunny. The type who caters to men seeking drinks and attentive conversation."

"Hell no," They cross their arms and refuse to meet her gaze, "I'm not doing that."

"It's not that hard," Catwoman brings their attention back to her, "Dress up nice, make small talk, and keep the men entertained," She gently grasps their chin and moves their head from side to side as she inspects them, "I can help you fit into the role."

(Name) pushes her hand away, "I don't wear dresses or wear makeup; it's not my thing."

Robin places his hand on their shoulder, "That's part of this job; we sometimes do things we don't want to do to solve a case."

(Name) groans, "Fine... I'll wear the dress and wear makeup."

Catwoman looks them over and then asks, "Have you ever fought in heels before?"

"I barely ever fought before, let alone in heels," (Name) answers.

"I have a lot of work to do..." Catwoman mumbles before looking at Robin, "We'll take the next few days to prepare her for the Iceberg Lounge."

Robin nods his head in agreement.

09/13/2022 (Night)

The past few days have been blurred together and a week has already passed. Catwoman kept true to her word and helped teach (Name) how to fight both in and out of heels.

Were they the best at it? Far from it; they still have a lot to learn, but at least they feel more confident protecting themselves.

Robin and (Name) stands on a rooftop near the Iceberg Lounge. Catwoman promised to get them the outfit the hostesses wear.

"You don't think I would have to wear anything too revealing, right?" (Name) nervously asks Robin. This is the first time in years they would wear a dress and the idea made them a little uncomfortable.

Robin offers them a comforting smile, "Don't worry. I bet Catwoman would adjust the outfit for you."

Despite trying to ease their nerves, it only seemed to intensify them instead.

(Name) looks over at the Iceberg Lounge. They would be by themselves in there with little to no backup in there.

Seemingly sensing that fear from them, Robin steps closer to them and gently places his hand on their shoulder to not freak them out any more, "I'll be there with you..." His thumb rubs soothing circles into their shoulder, "You might not see me, but I'll be watching over you," He turns their head to make them look at him, "I won't let them do anything to you, I promise."

(Name)'s eyes admires Robin's confidence and they can't help but smile at him, "Thanks, Robin..." They softly said.

The two stand there smiling at one another when Catwoman lands a couple feet away from them. (Name) and Robin looks over at Catwoman as she shows off what she brought along with her.

"Here's your outfit with the necessary accessories," She hands it to (Name), "Now go get changed and I'll do your hair and makeup after."

(Name) takes a quick look around to change before walking behind a large air conditioner on the rooftop to change.

The outfit consisted of a black V-Neck open back short dress, a white feather scarf, and black high heels with a scarlet red outsole. The outfit was beautiful and made them feel more confident than they actually did.

They walk out from behind the air conditioner and do a runway like walk just as Catwoman instructed them to do. Once they got close enough, they did a small spin to show off the outfit.

(Name)'s hands glide over their dress, liking the way it feels, and then look up at Catwoman and Robin with a bit of a sheepish smile on their face, "How do I look?"

Catwoman looks them up and down and then smiles, "Beautiful. Isn't that right, Robin?" She didn't get a response. A few moments past before calling his name again.

Looking over Robin was standing there completely silent, maybe even forgetting how to breathe, before snapping out of whatever trance and clearing his throat while looking away, "Yeah, you look great..."

(Name) doesn't question Robin's reaction and instead nervously smooths out their dress, "I guess now it's time for the makeup..."

Catwoman softly smirks and walks up to them, "I'll give you a smokey eyeshadow look paired with a striking red lipstick," She takes their hand to force them to sit down on the air conditioner.

(Name) had no idea how this whole thing was going to go down. Will they catch the person behind it? Will they find something else? Are they going to die after one wrong move? Too many possibilities can happen tonight and not many good outcomes is coming to mind. But they have to push all that away for this mission.

--

Catwoman helps sneaks (Name) through a side entrance to the Iceberg Lounge.

She gently pats their back and whispers, "Good luck, little bunny," Before quickly disappearing.

(Name) sucks in a deep breath and then heads further into the back.

The backroom area of the Iceberg Lounge is to be expected for a typical backroom of this type of business. A small, bland hallway with doors probably leading to the kitchen, a dressing room for the girls, and a storage room. At the end of the hallway are stairs leading up and a guard not paying attention to his current surroundings, most likely to where the Penguin's office is.

They need to find a way to get up there, but there is nothing they can do right now. They walk into the dressing room and are greeted with someone looking frantic and quickly scanning over their clipboard.

He looks up from his clipboard at the sound of the door opening, "You! Are you Natasha Moore?" He asks in a desperate tone of voice.

(Name) seems a bit taken aback by the sudden question and answers hesitantly, "Yes...?" They nervously smile and their body stiffens.

He looks them over before grabbing their wrist and dragging them out of the changing room, "You're late, but I doubt the boss would notice," He pushes them into the main room of the casino, "Just entertain the guests and keep them gambling," Then he closes the door behind them.

(Name) stands there in surprise for a couple moments before snapping out of it.

Okay, they need to find a way to reach the Penguin. Easy, right? ...How the hell are they going to do that?

They take a deep breath and put Catwoman's training to the test. Become the confident, sexy person (Name) knows they can be!

They walk further into the room to stake out the place, to find people who can get to Penguin. Glancing up, they see a room above with large floor-to-ceiling windows across the wall for whoever is up there to watch over the main area like a hawk, or in this case, Penguin.

"Hey, beautiful!" An older, white man calls out to (Name). He drunkenly smirks and pats his leg, "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap. Maybe give me some sugar while you're at it," He loudly laughs and gains quick attention of the other guests around him.

(Name) rolls their eyes and internally cringes at his demand. She glances up and notices a short, round man staring down at the man with a look of disgust before shifting his gaze to them to see what they would do.

They look at the man and walk over to him, making sure to sway their hips just like Catwoman taught them. They stand next to him and place their hands on his shoulder with a soft smile on their face, "You seem to be having a good time, sit," They glance down at the roulette table before meeting his drunken gaze again, "You wanna bet the next one would be red?"

The drunk man laughs and shoves some of his chips on red, "Let's hope you're a lucky lady," He rests his hand on their lower back and (Name) just wants to twist his hand away.

The dealer spins the roulette wheel then tosses the ball in. Round and round the ball went until it finally landed in a small pocket then called out, "Fourteen red."

(Name) is mildly surprised they were right about the color, but they hope in some way to gain Penguin's attention.

The drunk man pats their lower back and the smug smirk on his face grows, "Good girl. What's the next one going to be?" He seems to blindly believe in their ability to simply guess.

"Uh..." They look down before randomly giving their guess.

The man places his faith in their guess and moves his chips accordingly. Once again, they were right.

This guessing game goes on for a while, with a few wrong guesses here and there, until the man had huge piles of chips next to him.

He hands some to (Name) then says, "Lady Luck deserves to get compensation for lending me her luck," He laughs and winks at them.

(Name) awkwardly smiles and nods along. Suddenly, they feel a tap on their shoulder and look over their shoulder to see a muscler man standing behind them.

"Excuse me, Ms. Moore, the boss wants to see you," The man turns to leave and nods his head toward the direction of the backroom, "Come with me."

(Name) is grateful to leave the drunk, creepy man's side and the meeting with Penguin. They follow behind the taller man with a bit of a pep in their sexy step.

He takes them upstairs to the private rooms for Penguin and his guests only and leads them down to the end of the hall to large, double doors. He knocks on the door and a cockney accent tells them to come in.

(Name) recognizes the voice as the same one on the radio from when they were kidnapped. They were surprised how lucky they were to get the person behind the kidnappings so quickly.

The man opens the door and allows (Name) to enter the room before closing it behind them.

Penguin stands in front of the large windows looking down with a glass of whiskey in hand, "Well, lass, you seem to be helpin' out the fine gentleman down there wit' your luck," He looks over his shoulder at her, the monocle he's wearing reflects the lights in the main hall, "Natasha, where hav' you been all my life wit' the luck you hav',"

(Name) slightly glares at him. There's no doubt in their mind that he's the one behind the kidnappings in Gotham, but how are they going to make him admit it?

Penguin slowly walks over to his desk, his walk reminding them of an actual penguin, then he sits down in the large, spiny chair, "I can really see you becomin' a real money maker for me," He snickers then lights a cigar.

"Would be an honor, Mr. Penguin," (Name) notices golf clubs on the wall and walks over to the rack, "Nice clubs," She carefully traces her finger over one of the clubs.

"I see you have a good eye there, lassie," Penguin downs his whiskey and cringes a bit before continuing his sentence, "I play a bit sometimes. How about you?"

(Name) shrugs their shoulders a little, "On very few occasions; my dad and brother play a lot with their friends from work," They carefully take down one of the clubs and weigh it in their hands, "It's been a while since I've last played; I don't think I even remember how to properly swing a club," Hopefully this leads somewhere.

Penguin smirks and sets down his cigar and empty glass then walks over to (Name), "I'll help ya get into position, lass," He steps behind her, "I'll tell ya anythin' ya need to know."

Not wanting this to go any farther, they push Penguin to the ground then steps on his chest to make sure he can't move.

They rest the golf club over their shoulders and glare down at him, "Then you can start with the whole kidnappings you've been doing across Gotham, Penguin."

Penguin was completely surprised and left speechless for a few moments before recovering and glaring up at her, "Ya sonvabitch! I'll kill ya!"

(Name) presses their foot more firmly against his chest then asks again, "Answer my question."

"Fuck you! I'll blow ya brains out and make it look like scrambled eggs!" Penguin angrily shouts as he tries to escape from under them.

"Alrighty then," (Name) holds the golf club firmly in their hands, "If you want scrambled eggs..." They hold the golf club at the starting position right between Penguin's legs, "I'll just make some using your cajones," They do a few practice swings above the area, but each time gets dangerously closer to the target.

(Name) doesn't have a real clue where all this courage came from, but they believe it's from the outfit and Robin being nearby in case something goes wrong. Speaking of, where is Robin?

At that moment, Robin drops down from the ventilation shaft above and lands silently on top of Penguin's desk.

"Wow, this is an unexpected sight," Robin comments with a small chuckle then drops down to the floor, "But I'm not complaining," He walks closer to them and crouches down near Penguin's head, "Tell us everything you know, Cobblepot."

Penguin nervously looks between Robin and the golf club before blabbering out, "I admit it, I'm the one behind the kidnappin's, but I'm not behind the whole operation!"

The confession made both (Name) and Robin surprised. Something bigger is happening in Gotham and the kidnappings are just scratching the surface of the whole thing with the high amount of crime happening is covering it all.

Robin grabs Penguin's throat and squeezes it just enough to let Penguin continue talking, "Who's really behind it all!?"

Before Penguin can answer, his guards kick open the door and aim their guns at the two.

Remember all that confidence (Name) had earlier? Yeah, all of that is gone and the terrified civilian comes back.

Robin grabs (Name)'s arm, which causes them to drop the golf club on Penguin, then jumps through the floor-to-ceiling window and grappling through the large window outside, making sure to protectively hold (Name) close to him.

--

The two continue to run for a few blocks over rooftops before finally stopping.

They still loosely hold onto one another as they catch their breath then look at each other with relieved smiles on their faces.

(Name) hugs Robin tightly and breathlessly says, "That was so much fun but also terrifying once the guns showed up," They pull back a little on the hug.

Robin softly chuckles and gently pats their back, "Honestly, I'm surprised with how I found you and Penguin; that was badass in a sexy kind of way," He jokingly says to them.

The two continue to laugh and loosely hold each other without a care in the world. They discovered something bigger than both of them, but right now, they just wanted to laugh it all away.

From above them, Catwoman stands on a rooftop watching over them with an amused smile on her face, "It's so obvious there'll be something between them," She turns on her heel and uses her whip to grapple onto a different rooftop to leave the two alone.

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starchaser microfic: dead & veil || @into-the-jeggyverse @stag-microfic || wc: 624

“Reggie, Reggie!” a loud child's voice bursts into the kitchen before Harry's small form could get there. “Daddy is dead!”

Regulus sighs heavily, putting the knife aside before turning to face Harry, who is bouncing on his heels with excitement. The boy tries to hide his amused smile, but he does a poor job. Fake antennae for his bee costume stick out of his dark hair and wiggle along with Harry.

Wanting to play along with the child, Regulus throws his hands in the air and feigns fear, “Oh goddess, this can't be happening! Take me to him quickly.” Without making much effort, the man's voice sounds fake, but it's enough for the four-year-old to make Harry jump up, grab Regulus by the wrist, and lead him into the living room.

As he passed the windows, Regulus glanced over at several figures in the backyard, Sirius, Lily, Remus, and Marlene all trying to figure out the complicated tent structure. Once again, Regulus was glad that he had the task of making the cake instead of pretending to be an engineer.

Meanwhile, Harry is holding onto his hand and pulling him along with all his might, which makes Regulus smile slightly. However, he quickly hides his smile when they arrive at their destination. Just in the doorway between the corridor and the living room is indeed the body of James Potter.

His bare legs stick out from under the once white, but now dirty skirt of his wedding dress. Blue flowers are visible in places on the skirt, leading to the waist and a tight corset that emphasizes James' beautiful form. The corset hugs his chest tightly, but his broad manly shoulders are bare and covered with dirt and fake blood. And Regulus wants to finally see that makeup-covered face, but the man's head is covered by the bride's veil.

This time, Regulus tries to hold back his laughter. Of course, he knew that James had gotten a piece of paper with the Corpse of the Bride on it during the draw, but seeing the man in this costume was completely different.

“Oh, Harry, what are we going to do now,” Regulus said intentionally louder than necessary, clutching his cheeks like a character in a Munch painting. “I guess James is not going to get his portion of carrot cake now. What a shame, it was his favorite…” He looks up to the ceiling as he plays his part, but tries not to let James out of his sight, not to miss him holding back his laughter.

“It was so unexpected!” Harry exclaims overly dramatically, waving his arms.

“What do we do now, just what do we do?” Regulus points to the door leading to the backyard. “Harry, you need to go get your mommy and Sirius right away, I can't deal with the body alone.”

And Harry, the obedient and responsible boy that he is, rushes to the door, calling out the names of the others on his way. He can't wait to bring the others to the scene of the crime (his little childhood prank), who will obviously play along with the growing marauder.

Without wasting any more time, Regulus crouches right next to James' head, adjusting his own red Katrina skirt. Carefully lifting the veil from the man's face, he meets his broad smile and the sparkle in bronze eyes.

“I'm actually excited about the carrot cake,” James whispers without moving.

“But now you're gonna have to work for it.” Regulus whispers back with the smile of an evil genius who has just robbed him of everything he holds dear. “I hope the joke was worth it.” Regulus gently touches James' cheek in a light kiss, careful not to ruin their makeup.

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Making Up for Lost Time (Remastered)

Another Halloween, another lovely opportunity to explore the bewitching, twisted, and the spooky of ab/dl fiction. Here's a remaster that was originally a caption story featuring DaddysDreamDoll, but has since had its images barred from Tumblr. DM me for the full version!

Now? Really!?

An exasperated Jane scrambled out of her bedroom to glance at the intercom. Of all the times, she thought, this had to be the absolute worst for someone to be at the door. 

Her evening had started out so well. She’d gotten herself all dolled up, put on her favorite jeans and top, - a pink tank with ‘Daddy’s Girl’ written on it, sure to amuse her boyfriend - and picked out the perfect tequila to bring to the night’s Halloween party. 

But things took a turn. Out of nowhere, the girl was overcome with a splitting headache, so strong that she struggled to walk straight. As she reached for drugs in her stupor, Jane felt an odd, warming sensation in her pants, one she realized far too late was the feeling of her wetting herself, ruining both her jeans and the thong she was hiding underneath. 

Now, to top it all off, there was someone at the door, and a very strange someone at that. Jane stared at the video feed for a few moments, bewildered at what seemed to be a slender older man, with curly white hair and a short, matching beard, dressed in a skipper hat and suit, both in garish carnival orange, blue, and white. A bizarre figure indeed, but one that gave Jane a distinct feeling of déjà vu. 

And then, the man spoke, in a voice the girl had not heard in many years:

“Good evening, Jane! Might I come in? It really has been far, far too long.”

“Oh no, no no no no no,”, the girl repeated to herself, backing slowly away from the intercom. Whatever this weirdo was on about, she didn’t have time for it now. Still nervous from the bizarre happenings of the evening, Jane could feel her heart pounding as she finally turned away. 

And then, as she lifted her head up towards her apartment door, the girl let out a piercing shriek, before raising a shaking arm up and pointing forward. 

There he was. The man Jane had just seen at the entryway had somehow come in without her noticing, through a door she was sure she kept locked. She could see now that he walked with an ornate cane, but it made him no less menacing in her eyes. 

“Oh, so sorry to scare you there,” the man began calmly, a slight drawl to his voice, “I hope it’s alright that I let myself in?”

“You… you…” Jane stammered, walking backwards on shaking legs towards her kitchen, careful not to lose sight of the intruder. “wh… why are you here? H… how did you get in here?”

“Now, Jane,” the man chuckled, clearly unphased by the girl’s nervous tone, “I already told you, I’m here to make up for lost time. And, you know, these things always find a way back to you.”

Jane’s eye twitched as she stealthily grabbed a knife with her right hand and took it behind her back. “Please get out,” she whimpered, moving cautiously back towards the man, “please…”

“Oh, heavens,” the man remarked, clearly in no rush to go anywhere, “it seems we’re off on the wrong foot. There’s no need to be scared. Though I do appreciate the welcoming gift!”

Confused, Jane scanned around to try to understand what the man was talking about, only to realize that his eyes were gesturing down towards her right hand… and the banana she was holding in it. 

The girl’s eyes widened in horror. Shaking, she dropped the fruit, staggered towards her couch, and fell onto its seat, the strength to stand upright now drained from her body. She wondered, was she dreaming? Had she gone mad? Or was this really some monster who had come to pay her a visit?

“Come now,” the man continued, taking a seat in the chair opposite Jane, “what’s gotten into you tonight? Was it the little accident you had? Is that still bothering you?”

With her mind racing, her heart pounding, and her head still throbbing, Jane slowly lifted her eyes towards her visitor. In all her frenzy, she had completely forgotten that she wet herself earlier, but now it was beginning to seem far less coincidental. “You.. did you do this to me?”

The man thought for a second. “No, no, I wouldn’t say that,” he smiled, “I suppose you did it to yourself, in a way. But I may have played a role, somewhere along the line.”

At this, the girl just stared, bug-eyed. 

The man cleared his throat. “Let me be abundantly clear here. I am not going to hurt you. I haven’t the slightest interest in anything like that. All I would like is to make up for a bit of lost time, to spend just a few hours this fine evening catching up with someone I’ve not seen in far too long.”

There it was again - where did she know him from? - but it didn’t matter. “Please,” she asked softly, finally beginning to calm down, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for… for whatever this is. I… I have places to be tonight.”

“Oh?” The man inquired, “a party of some sort, is it?”

Jane’s eyes widened for a brief moment. The man’s weirdness clearly wasn’t abating, but it was beginning to grow a little less surprising. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

“A Halloween party, eh? Still just can’t wait for your candy, I see.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “Candy? Excuse me? For your information, it’s a grown up party.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. Drinking, loud music, and I’m sure some time with that boyfriend of yours. But that, my dear, is just grown-up candy.”

The girl sighed. Whatever riddles this odd man was throwing at her, she just wanted to be done with. “What… what do you want from me?” She asked once more.

“Well, I told you, I just want a little bit of your time for us to catch up, that’s all.”

“And if I let you have that, then you’ll leave me alone? You’ll let me go to my party?”

“I will,” the man said.

Jane sighed once more, dropping her head downwards as she rested her arms at her knees. Whatever this weirdo is planning, I guess I’ll just have to play along for now, she determined.

Finally, the girl looked back up. “Fine.”

“Well,” the man smiled once more, “that’s all I needed to hear.”

With that, he snapped his fingers. And for a moment, Jane’s world went black. 

When Jane came to, she felt as if she had been asleep a long, long time. The pain in her head was gone, but seemed to have been replaced with a thick fog. The clammy feeling of cold, wet jeans was gone as well, though it too had been replaced by a slew of new sensations. Taking inventory of herself, the girl found that she was now wearing a short, lemon-patterned dress, a matching bonnet, a pair of mary-janes, a pair of tights, and something thick and crinkly underneath the tights…

Her first instinct was to suspect that she had been drugged, but a look at her surroundings indicated otherwise. The clock that hung over her kitchen mantle read almost exactly as it did before she was knocked out, and the sky outside her window still carried the same twilight hues. Either the man who had come into her apartment truly had magical powers, or she was dreaming - either way, kicking and screaming wouldn’t do her much good. 

“Wh-wh-why am I dressed like this?” she asked, lifting her eyes towards the man in the hat. 

“Well, to make up for lost time, my dear,” he replied, “do I really have to keep repeating that?”   

“By… dressing me up like a baby?” 

The man chuckled. “Yes, well, this is the time you most missed out on, you see. A treasured time of newfound wonder and joy, that warms the heart and fills the spirit of most any child. And yet you, my dear, were just so preoccupied with getting your candy, that you let these precious sands slip through your fingers.” 

Jane sighed. Again with the candy. “So… what do I do now?” she asked. 

“Well,” the man smiled, “we’ve got some letter blocks in there for you to play with. Why don’t you try spelling a few words?”

The girl raised her eyebrows. Indeed, in front of her was a small, wheeled box of wooden blocks. “And, if I spell some words for you, will you let me go to my party?”

Jane shrugged and picked up a block from the corner of the tray. Then, for a moment, she paused, tilting her head to look at what was on it. 

“Ummm, mister? What’s the picture on this block?”

“Oh, that?” the man answered, grinning ear to ear, “that would be the letter ‘P’.”

The girl blushed. This was going to be harder than she thought. 

****

“And this is the Y, right?” the girl asked excitedly.

“Very good! That is indeed the Y. Just like a wishbone, remember?”

“Mmmhmmm!” Jane smiled proudly. “And now I put it here?” she asked, gesturing to an empty space next to a B-A-B she had lined up. 

“Very good, young lady. And what does B-A-B-Y spell?”

The girl placed a finger squarely on her bottom lip - her favorite thinking pose - and tried for a few moments to sound the word out as the man had instructed. Bee-ay-bee-wh - baby! “Baby!” she squealed, clapping her hands and giddily jumping her knees up and down on the ground.   

That initial shock of not recognizing the letter ‘P’ had made it clear to Jane that this wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected it to be so much fun! Sure, the first spelling - “CAT” - was a complete mystery to the girl, who simply watched along as the friendly older man neatly ordered the blocks in front of her. But her initial worry that this was just some cruel joke was calmed when she recognized the ‘A’ (after a few gentle reminders) in the next word, “JANE.” By the time this third word came around, the rules and patterns of these strange shapes were beginning to come into view, and the girl patented her new thinking pose as she gazed in wide-eyed wonder at her guide’s explanation of the letter ‘B.’

The whole experience was a delightful surprise for the twenty-three-year-old, but perhaps the strangest part of this magic sense of seeing letters for the first time was how new it felt. Jane, who had long prided herself in a keen memory, simply could not recall having such a sense of wonder in her own childhood. It was, to her, completely novel, its feelings of discovery and accomplishment a warm treat. 

Jane was so enamored with it, in fact, that she entirely lost track of the time, considering it only when she caught a glimmer of the pitch-dark sky outside. Only then did the thought cross her mind that she might have forgotten about something…

The party!  

The revelation struck Jane suddenly, and without a second thought she grabbed for the receiver laid out beside her. 

“I’m sorry, mister,” she said to the man in the hat, “but I hafta call my boyfwiend ‘cause there’s a party an’ I really wanna go an’ I’m sorry, mister, but I hafta go, okay?”

To this, the man said nothing, smiling silently in his seat as he watched the girl try to make sense of the dial on her plastic phone. Sipping tea from his small, white cup - which had appeared, seemingly, from nowhere - he looked on as Jane spun the rotator back and forth and pressed anything that looked remotely like a button. 

And then, he saw the girl realize her mistake.       

Slowly, Jane put the receiver to the floor and stared for a few moments at the older man in front of her. In her eyes, tears began to well up, the harbingers of a coming. And then, finally, the girl began to scream. 

“YOU!” she cried out, jumping and stomping about the room, “You maded me a baby an’ now I’m gonna miss my party an’ it’s your fault an’ I really wanna go an’ now I can’t ‘cause I’m a dumb baby who can’t spell an’ can’t use a phone an’ an’...” 

With her fists balled up, the girl huffed and puffed, tears continuing to pour from her eyes. “I wanna go! I wanna go!” she continued, “I want my candy! I wa…”

All at once, the shouting stopped, and the girl froze, squatting down in the middle of the room. The girl was overcome with a sense of fullness in her stomach, and she realized quickly it would be too late to do anything about it. 

So she simply pushed. 

Shocked by the sudden embarrassment of such an accident, Jane didn’t even notice as she plopped her thumb into her mouth for comfort. Instead, she was transfixed at the way the growing mess pressed against her padding, and at the thought that she was so unaware this was coming. 

When she was done, the girl broke her wobbly squat and fell onto her rear. Her thick padding ensured it wouldn’t hurt, but the squish of the impact was a harsh reminder that brought the girl nearly back to tears. 

“Now then,” the man finally broke his silence, placing his teacup back on its tray, “where was this you wanted to go?”

Jane sniffled. “T-to the party.”

“And do you think,” the man asked frankly, “that that would be a good idea, to be going to a party in such a messy diaper?”

The girl scrunched her nose and shook her head. 

“That’s right,” he continued, “because you certainly would not want to embarrass yourself in front of all your friends like that, now, would you?”

“No,” the girl responded meekly, pouting as she shook her head. 

“Of course not. And you know, that’s not a very fun thought to think about. But would you like to hear something that is fun to think about?”

“Hmmmm?” the girl looked up, curious. 

The man in the knelt down beside the girl, bringing his face closer to her own. “That little accident you had,” he began, “that’s what happens when you haven’t quite figured out how to use the potty. But, just like with your letters, it’s something you can learn and get better, and better, and better at, over time.”

“Now,” he continued, placing his hand on the girl’s shoulder, “I want you to imagine completing your potty training. Sitting there, triumphantly on your pot, a bona fide big girl. Graduated from your diapers, graduated from your pull ups, ready to wear your big girl panties day or night, not afraid of any accidents at all. Can you think about that for me?”

Jane’s eyes widened as she tried to wrap her mind around what the man was saying. After what she had just done, filling her diaper without any semblance of warning or control, even getting to wear pull ups seemed a world away. But to be done with potty training altogether? She couldn’t even imagine how proud she’d be. 

Again, she tried to think back to what it felt like during her first potty training journey, but found nothing. Bizarrely, she could remember starting it - being seated on the potty as a clueless babe, unaware of what to do with it - but not reaching the end. 

“Well then,” the man said, a bright smile now firmly on his face, “what would you like to do next?”

The girl thought for a moment about her priorities. Lost as she was in aspiration and memory, she had completely lost track of how bad of an idea it was to be sitting down at a time like this, and how icky her bottom was beginning to feel. 

“Ummmm…” the girl blushed, “change?”

“A fresh diaper, eh? Alright, then, as you wish.”

And then it hit her. 

****

She could still hear herself whining that day. “Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? Why? Why? Why?”

“Because,” her exasperated mother tried to tell her, “you’re too little. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Next year, I promise, we’ll take you trick-or-treating with the other kids.”

“But I wan it NOW!” little Jane cried, shaking her tiny fists. 

“Here,” she could hear her mother say, “if you stop crying, I’ll let you make a wish.”

Jane remembered looking around, bewildered, trying to understand what her mother meant. And she saw him, sitting in his booth, wearing the very same hat, the very same suit, the very same inviting smile. 

“Come on, honey,” her mother had said, gently helping the little girl out of her stroller, “why don’t we ask the nice wizard for something.” 

Holding her mother’s hand in front of the booth, Jane could remember gulping nervously before she spoke. “M-mister Wizard,” she began, “I wish… I wish I was a year older.”

“Do you, now?” he said then, “is it so you can go trick-or-treat, and get candy with the big kids?”

The younger Jane nodded shyly.

“Well, then, as you wish!” he declared, before twirling his hands about and sparking his wand. 

Jane could remember herself giggling while her mother smiled, both of them thinking it was all some great show. Jane could recall the sense of confusion she had as to why she had made that wish - after all, she was three years old, and already had a costume in mind for the night. 

Jane could also remember one of the strangest feelings she had ever felt - the sensation of nearly falling over as she sat back towards a stroller that was no longer there. It was a moment in her life that had baffled her for twenty years, and now she could finally, finally make sense of it.

Back in the present day, the older Jane blinked as if she had just woken from a dream. Slowly piecing everything together, the girl blushed as she tried once again to face the familiar man from the fair.

“Seems like someone’s been doing a little remembering,” he grinned. 

Jane nodded silently. Then, after a brief pause, she looked up and began to speak. “Ummm, Mister Wizard? Is it… is it okay if I go to bed now? I’m pretty tired.”

“Of course, dear, it’s been quite a long day for you.”

“Th-thank you,” the girl said, bowing slightly. “And, Mister Wizard? Thank you… for everything.” 

With that, the girl began to move towards her bedroom, knocking out quickly on her bed, not even realizing she was still diapered. 

When she awoke on the morning of November 1st, Jane came to a number of jarring realizations. First, that there was a pacifier still in her mouth. Second, that she was wearing a diaper, and quite a wet one from the feeling of it. And third, that she couldn’t read the posters on her bedroom wall, though she still felt some pride in making out the letter ‘A’. 

“Ah, you’re up!” a now familiar voice called, “I’m just about to be on my way, was lovely to catch up with you!”

“Ummmm, Mister Wizard?” Jane began, worriedly, “why am I still a baby?”

“Ah right, about that!” the man answered casually, “well, you see, while my work here is done, you unfortunately still have a year to make up for. So it’s going to be a little while for you - I certainly hope that boyfriend of yours doesn’t mind changing diapers. Cheerio!”

With that, the man left through the door.

Jane, meanwhile, lay still on the bed, slowly taking in what she had just learned. It was a lot to figure out, but most urgent to her was the question of what she would be having for breakfast. She was in no state to cook, after all, and she really didn’t feel like eating candy.  

[s0lar-ch3ri]

weird pine trees in my minds forest

(it is just vyncent being gay, based off a ghost knife post i made which i shall link at home)

Aren't emotions weird? Vyncent knew they were. They seemed to change over time as he looked at Will. He didn't want to stop looking at him, which...that wasn't "normal", right? Will was great, wonderful even. He was awesome enough that he felt his own body twist his stomach and his face get warm. His legs even feel slightly wobbly if he's close, but he can say that doesn't happen.

He was also very pretty, Vyncent wasn't scared to say it (to anybody but Will, for some reason), his friend was quite nice. Will normally had fluffy black hair that reached his shoulders, but right now he had tied up in the back with parts sticking out the side, also was a bit flatter from Will forgetting to wash it. There was some white strands in his bangs and in the back some more blue curls. His face held a couple of pimples (if Vyncent remembers the word correctly) and the under eyes had deep eyebags. His pants were some black bagged sweats that reached upto his red sneakers. He normally also had on his regular graphic text t-shirt, but this time had sleeveless grey v-neck with a skull and crossbones on it, hoodie around his hips. His hands had midnight blue nails (Dakota managed to do them sometime before) that were barely visible with how dark his hands at the tips were. On the right he had a skeleton fingerless glove and on the other some bracelets and some skull ring he felt like was from Fauna. His eyes were a bright blue, almost glowing, very piercing, but Vyncent liked the way they saw into his.

"VYNCE BE-"

Right, dancing. That's what Vyncent was doing with him. Despite the tail, Vyncent was a horrible dancer without any balance. He figured he could learn from Will, even if he's never seen Will dance before. Could be half an excuse to hold his hand. Who knows, Vyncent won't tell.

Will was definitely stronger then Vyn was remembering, catching his arm and pulling him back up and sending a shiver down Vyncent's spine.

"Are you feeling good Vynce? You- Oh man you are so red, did you get sick again?" Will started laughing a bit.

"I'm feeling fine, perfect and normal, just...wanna keep trying?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll start the music back up."

Vyncent thought he knew the tune from show with gems and magic they watched once, but decided to go without comment. He's holding onto Will’s hand, and he finds his gaze going back to Will's eyes. Oh my fuck, his eyes are entrancing. He keeps stumbling around because rather then focus on his feet, though Will doesn't seem to be holding up too much better. Despite it, he keeps giggling and laughing as he looks at Vyncent, and Vyncent gets redder and starts laughing too as they fumble around their own feet.

Of course, the stumbling on Vyncent's end only ends with one way, falling forward onto Will, knocking them both to the floor. His face is just about a dagger away from Will’s. The only noise at the moment is the faint song playing. Vyncent's just looking at Will, who blinks back at him. Will just starts laughing again. Vyncent feels his heart skip beats and his tail swish and even his ears flutter slightly, turning reds he doesn't know are okay. It's hitting him all at once at just how pretty he finds William Wisp with his not-exactly-right laugh and the tremble in his lips before he speaks and the way his hands seem to grip either just too tight or just too weakly, unaware of their strength, and just every small thing he's heard someone call strange of The Wisperer.

Basically, Vyncent cannot get the thought of just how wonderful Will looks and is.

"We're really bad at this, huh?"

"I thought you'd know this a bit better..."

"Wh- Okay, *why* exactly would I know how to dance?"

"...You're awesome like that?"

"Vyncent, I can barely even use my legs right let alone- just-" He snickers about it. "Me? Dancing?"

"I'm not that observant!" Vyncent noted the way Will tapped his left pointer finger on the floor with his nail, a heart beat pattern almost. He was happy, that's good, and totally not an observant thing to pick up on.

William smirked a little bit. "Imagine if we were dancing heroes." The idea sent a visible shiver down Vyncent's back, and once again did Will start laughing, Vyncent laughing with him. Nothing was funny, it was all just stupid, yet maybe it felt so ridiculous to Vyncent for any of this. William was too pretty for focus, and he tried to get him to teach him to dance without any reason.He wouldn't have been like this before, but he didn't mind how it's changed where he's red on the floor, laughing with his best friend. Feelings are weird, so is he, and maybe it doesn't matter if Vyncent was thinking of William deeper. He can pretend it's a new normal.

[mariamakeslemons]

Kinktober 2024: Day 28 Fucking machine/phone sex

Warning: Reader is gender neutral, Soap is strapped to the fucking machine with implications that he's been on it for a while, cutting off a scene for health reasons (Soap is, again, on the machine for a while)

You’re washing dishes when the phone rings, catching your attention easily. Drying off your hands, you pick it up and chirp, “Hello, Handsome.”

“‘Ello, Lovie,” Simon replies, the sound a little tinnier than usual, probably due to mild interference that all the bases he ends up in seem to cause, “‘Ow’s our Pup?”

“Oh, you know,” you tease, walking out of the kitchen, toward the room where Johnny is whining and whimpering, “Acting like a dog, humping things he shouldn’t. Got him hooked up for punishment right now.”

“Issat right?” Simon asks, as you open the door to the room. You hum in confirmation, leaning on the door frame as you watch Johnny take his punishment like a good boy.

He’s positioned with his head down, ass up, and a ball gag keeping his mouth full. Teary, hazy blue eyes blink at you, barely able to even recognize that you’re in the room with him. Especially as the fuck machine shoves a dildo that’s barely smaller than Simon’s cock abusing his cute ass.

“He’s taking his punishment well,” you praise, brushing Johnny’s hair out of his eyes with your free hand, “He’s being so good right now. You wanna give him a treat?”

“Put ‘im on,” Simon growls. You bite your lip and comply, putting your phone on speaker for both you and Johnny to hear.

“You’re on speaker, Simon,” you tell him, settling beside Johnny.

“Johnny,” Simon rumbles, catching Jonny’s attention, “What’s this I hear ‘bout you not behaving.” Johnny immediately whines again, trying to protest and defend himself from Simon’s mean words. However, Simon sighs, “Why can’ you behave like Lovie? They said y’ were humpin’ on thin’s y’ shouldn’ ‘ave. Naughty Pup.” Johnny whimpers and blinks up teary eyes at you.

“Oh no, I’m staying out of this,” you remind him, patting at his fluffy mohawk, making note that you’ll need to shave it back down soon. Johnny nuzzles into your hand, fluttering his lashes over those bright blue eyes.

“I need y’ t’ be my ‘ands, Lovie,” Simon says, “Need y’ t’ turn down th’ machine a notch.” You huff, but comply, clicking down the machine from the five to a four. Simon continues, “Actually, turn it down t’ one.” Again, you comply, watching as the machine slows to about one thrust every ten seconds.

“Now, let’s go through oll th’ thin’s y’ like t’ hump,” Simon rumbles through the phone, “Did y’ hump undies? Either or both o’ ours?”

“One for one, two for both,” you instructs, smiling when Johnny whines twice. Simon clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

“Notch it up two, Lovie,” Simon orders. You follow the order, clicking it up twice to speed up and watching as Johnny takes it like a champ, jerking as the oversensitivity starts to build back up. Simon continues, “Now, did you hump on the pillows?”

“He’s shaking his head,” you tell him, before smirking, recalling what Johnny actually did, “He’s lying.”

“Oh?” Simon asks, the sound of typing coming over the tiny speaker, “When?” You easily recite the day and give Simon an idea of time. He hums, the typing filling the room before he clicks his tongue again.

“One more, Lovie,” Simon tells you. You do just that, shrieking when Johnny cums suddenly.

“He came for the fifth time today,” you tell Simon, “I’m getting him out.”

“Make sure ‘e gets liquids,” Simon pipes in as you pull out Johnny’s gag after stopping the machine.

“Feck, Bonnie, Lt,” he rasps, blinking at you before a goofy grin crosses his face, “Le’s dae tha’ ‘gain.”

“Not anytime soon,” you argue, undoing the bonds that holds Johnny in place. He rolls his arms and legs to help circulation before fluttering his lashes at you.

“Will yeh help me up?” he asks. You laugh while Simon chuckles.

“Let ‘im use yer shoulder, Lovie. Don’ let ‘im put ‘is ‘ole weight on you,” Simon orders. You turn and wave at the camera set up while Johnny sticks out his tongue.

[the-fifth-rascal]

having these idiots as roomates would either be the greatest thing ever or the most annoying + I gave them superpowers

“WHO DRANK THE MILK STRAIGHT FROM THE CARTON?!” An agitated voice rang all over the run-down apartment. There were two clack of doors opening, one from the girl's bedroom and one from the boy's bedroom. 

A girl, baring her teeth in frustration had her short hair sticking out from every possible direction, took a knife and shoved the boy against the nearby wall with it barely grazing his neck. Her eyes blazed with annoyance but she didn’t say a word as the boy yelped in shock.

“Sara, could you at least TRY not to get blood all over the floor first thing in the morning?” Another boy mumbled sleepily, running his hands through his dark blue hair. “SHUT IT KINICH!” a strange pixelated yellow creature appeared from behind the boy, its body turning a dark shade of red and darting all over the place, only to yell in Kinich’s face. “The almighty K’uhul Ajaw DEMANDS to know what was so important that his beauty sleep had to be interrupted.”

“No amount of beauty sleep will ever help you Ajaw.” A blonde-haired girl cackled at the creature’s face. Its pixelated eyebrows practically flew off its face in a rage.

“KINIIIICHHHHH, YOU’RE NOT LETTING HER GET AWAY WITH..AAAAAAGGHHH!” Kinich smacked the annoying pest out of his face and it crashed into the bedroom. A brown-haired boy locked the door behind him with a cunning smirk as it shrieked with rage, bouncing off the edges of the room like a tiny pinball. “No amount of beauty sleep.” he chuckled good-naturedly, pulling a cream-coloured hair tie off of his wrist and holding his hair up as he tied it, a yawn escaping his lips “That’s a good one Navia.”

“Right?!” Navia grinned at the boy wildly “I’ll help you with your hair Sethos, that looks WAY too messy. Now Wriothesley, what all the fuss about?” 

“Did you…cough..hack..not hear me?!” the boy coughed out as the girl clenched his throat tighter. “Sara, I can’t breathe!”

“Let him go Kujou,” a guy with white hair and a bright red streak running through it coaxed, gently applying a pea-sized amount of toothpaste to his red toothbrush. She rolled her eyes but begrudgingly let go of Wriothesley, who fell to the ground, massaging his neck. “Owwww,” he mumbled.

“I thought you were an intruder pretending to be Wriothesley for a second.” She spat, glaring at him like he’d just interrupted their sleep. Because he did. “Bullshit!” Sethos teased, the boy seemed to be strangely overjoyed that moment, finding the humour in the tiniest of things. Most of the team didn’t like that at all. He was usually the upbeat and optimistic one of the group, which led his villainous peers to question whether he was genuinely that happy of a person, or just insane.

They went with the latter for the benefit of the doubt.

At that exact moment, another person had entered the room. The door clacked open to reveal a boy with white hair tied up in a high ponytail. His amber-red eyes observed the room and lowered his eyebrows, wiping off the sweat that glistened on his forehead. His expression was one of annoyance and boredom. “Oh,” he deadpanned “You’re all up early.”

“Because of a certain someone.” Kujou Sara grunted, rubbing the dark circles around her eyes as she smoothed her hair down, testing her breath on her palm and cringing with disgust. She trudged towards the bathroom as the white haired-boy side-eyed the crumpled-up milk carton in Wriothesleys hand.

“Oh, it appears I have forgotten to throw this out,” he murmured, picking it from the other boy's hand and observing it.

“What….Cyno?!” Wriothesley's face contorted into one of obvious indignation and anger. He grabbed his arm and gripped it tightly. Cyno, the white-haired boy narrowed his eyebrows dangerously, challenging him to try and do anything else. “It was literally full just this morning! We need to use our ‘resources’ wisely. We don’t have much money, you know that!”

“Your so-called resources are just an emulsion of fat and protein in water, along with dissolved sugar (carbohydrate), minerals, and vitamins.” he scoffed, taking a step towards him. The blood-red amber in his eyes was slowly dissipating as the colour in his eyes flashed holographically in the light and changed into an electrifying purple. 

“Did you get that out of a dictionary?” Navia murmured, stroking her chin musing, ignoring the squabble. 

“I was the one who bought the groceries anyway, so it is up to me to decide how we use them. Do you dare question the face of justice cretin?!”

“You’re being selfish Cyno!” Wriothesley spat, edging away cautiously as he subtly moved his arms behind his back and pressed a button on his wrist. Multiple, extremely tiny nano-bots covered his arm in an instant, flowing like water. The robots solidified into hard metal as soon as Wriothesley swung his fist, colliding with Cyno’s chest.

The other boy reeled backwards in shock, which quickly turned into pure, blinding rage. His breathing quickly became ragged as his lungs spasmed, gasping between breaths. He yanked Wriothesley by his shirt and slammed his knee into his chin. He spat venomously “And so what if I am? Deal with it.” his cold tone somehow surpassing his lack of air.

“Would you two quit it?” Kinich drawled, picking at his nails and giving them a bored side eye “This is the fifth time this week you two are arguing over stupid petty matters. We’re not just running out of milk, we also lack medical supplies from the results of your shenanigans.”

“We all know you guys are just mad we didn’t make any of you the leader.” Navia giggled, enjoying the new squabble. Fights this violent were quite common in their household, it was just like that, so nobody genuinely questioned it. In fact, some enjoyed it. It was entertainment. 

Both of the men looked at the girl in comical indignation, eyes widened. “Where did you get that idea from?” he muttered, the slightly embarrassed flush crawling up his neck as he nursed the large bruise that was forming on his chin, thankful he didn’t accidentally bite his own tongue.

“I am,” Cyno said frankly, glaring at the other man, clutching his chest. “None of you have a sense of discipline or a smidgen of loyalty. I’m the only one capable enough to make this team run smoothly.”

“Wow,” Sara condescending gaped, running a brush through her dark hair “Ten out of ten campaign speech, would absolutely vote you for president.”

“Thank you.” Cyno beamed with a straight face, Navia and Sethos erupting into peals of laughter at his utter obliviousness.

“We don’t need a leader,” Sethos stated simply “Nobody is going to even bother if we did have one. We’d just all be doing our own thing.”

“If anyone was going to be leader, it should be Albedo. But I’m afraid he’s not interested,” the white-haired boy with the red streak in his hair spoke softly after what had felt like ages, his tone completely calm and patient. He was stirring a cup of milk tea in his hand and took petite sips out of it.

“ALBEDO?!” Wriothesley cringed in disgust as if the name on his tongue was poison “Why would you want HIM to lead us out of all people?!”

At that exact moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. An albino boy stepped outside of a room that had been locked, expression unclear. His face was covered with a comically large pair of goggles, his long, white lab coat was stained with suspicious looking stains of green and red. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, and he looked like someone who was chronically insane. That’s mostly because he was.

But the thing that weirded everyone out the most was the jar he held tightly in his hands. It was filled with a strange gelatinous liquid, tainted with pink and red. Cyno’s face was immediately drained of all of its color, and Wriothesleys face contorted into an expression of nausea.

“I heard my name come up in conversation,” he said smoothly, oblivious to all the disgusted stares from his peers. 

“Eeeugh, is that a brain?!” Sethos gasped, coming closer to inspect it with childish curiosity, being the only one seemingly interested in it.

“Well, yes. I thought I would conduct some experiments on it. Did something happen here?” he asked sincerely, although a heavy monotone seeped into his voice. 

“Nope, absolutely nothing. I’m going to buy more groceries.” Cyno said, his voice heavily strained as he quickly left the scene as quickly as possible. 

“I’m going to do…something.” Wriothesley stuttered, quickly making his way to the boy’s shared bedroom, avoiding the other boy's eye. Albedo took no heed to this, making his way into the kitchen and taking another carton of milk before his disappeared into the depths of his laboratory.

[littlespacereader]

Hiiiiii!!!

I saw that Halloween fics were open and figured I'd send in one!(I also saw you write Dr who)

Could I possibly request a fic where the doctor (preferably 11) and reader(gender neutral) either go trick or treating or carve pumpkins (you can choose if you want)/nf

Sorry if it's hard to read I've never done a fic request!

-@prettybeearts

Thank you so much for the fall request @prettybeearts !! I absolutely love this idea and had so much fun writing a story for it!! I wrote it in connection to another fic I did with Amy and Rory: Little Flower in the Garden. You don’t need to read that one to understand it I just made small mentions of things from that fic in this one. Please enjoy! I love you like it! Thank you for the request @prettybeearts 💞💞

It’s the Greatest Pumpkin Doctor Who!🎃 (SFW!)

Cargiver! 11th Doctor & GN Little! Reader with Caregiver! Amy Pond and Caregiver! Rory Williams

Tags-dress up, pumpkin carving, sippy cup, forehead kisses, desserts, the Doctor is just as playful as the reader, Halloween themed

“Amy I promise they are going to be alright!” The Doctor repeated for about the fifth time.

Amy and Rory were invited to a Halloween party and while they would’ve invited their Little one Y/N to join, they were not feeling up to a crowded party with people drinking and loud music.

So the Doctor offered his himself to be babysitter for the night, dressed like an actual doctor as a joke. But Amy, being the worried Mama she is, felt the need to keep telling the Doctor where everything is.

“They have all their supplies in here. Anything and everything they could need.” She points to a basket in the living room.

Amy was dressed as a police officer, Rory as a prisoner. Y/N dressed up as Paddington the bear, complete with the blue rain coat, red boots and a red rain hat with bear ears.

“Amy, you’ve already told me this. It has their blankie, their sippy cup, a diaper and change of clothes incase of an accident, snacks, a pacifier-.” The Doctor rambled off.

“I know, I know.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t left them without me since they became my little one.” She looked into the kitchen where Rory was putting the last of their face paint on. “And it’s not that I don’t trust you! It’s just-.”

“That you haven’t been away from them, I know Amy.” He rest a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I promise I will take good care of them. I plan a simple evening inside together anyway. Just pumpkin carving and some movies and then straight to bed.”

“Doctor, I almost forgot. They won’t fall asleep in their own bed. They have to sleep next to someone.” She reminds him, “They’re afraid when they’re regressed of sleeping by themselves.”

The Doctor takes this in, really listening to this. “I’ll make sure to stay close when they do fall asleep then.” He says, away from his usual lighthearted demeanor and and instead sincere.

“Thank you, now let me show you-.”

“Mama!!” Y/N runs around the corner in their Paddington costume to show Amy. “Look! Papa made me a bear nose!”

Amy smiles and gasp at the sight, “Oh my Goodness! Look at my little baby bear.” She takes their hand and show them off to the Doctor.

“Doctor! Like it?!” They smile to him.

“Like it?! I didn’t even recognize for a minute there! I thought a bear had walked in!” He leans down and picks them up into his arms.

~~~

I giggle, holding onto the Doctor as he held me in his arms. His outfit was ridiculous. He wore a stethoscope, a long doctor’s coat and a shinny circle thing on his head.

Papa joined the group of us in the living room. Dressed in black and white stripes. “It was simple really. Though someone couldn’t stop giggling when I did their nose.”

I smiled and hid my face. The Doctor laughs, “Papa is silly isn’t he? Wearing his Zebra costume.”

Rory looks at the Doctor confused, “I’m a prisoner….she’s the police.”

“Really? I thought you looked more like a Zebra.” The Doctor replies.

I can’t help but giggle even more. The Doctor smiles back, “Doesn’t Papa look like a Zebra?”

I look to Papa and then hide my face against the Doctor, giggling some more.

Papa sigh, “Guess I’m a zebra tonight.”

Mama smiles, “And a handsome one at that.” She leans over and kisses him.

“Ew! Okay, you two better get going.” The Doctor says, breaking up their kiss.

“NO!” I cry, putting my arms out to them, “Don’t go!” Tears start to well up in my eyes at the thought of them leaving.

Papa looking especially guilty, talking me into his arms. He bounces me as Mama rubs my back. “Don’t worry sweetheart! We’ll back as soon as you know it! There’s no need to be sad. We’ll see you at bedtime.”

Papa kisses my forehead, then Mama. He sets me back down.

I look to Mama still upset. She kneels down and wipes the tears away, “You’re going to have so much fun tonight! The Doctor told me you’re carving pumpkins tonight!”

“That was supposed to be a surprise!“ The Doctor whines.

Amy playfully rolls her eyes, “I can’t wait to see what your pumpkin looks like. Make it extra spooky!” She makes a funny voice at the end that pulls a small giggle from me.

“Have fun together! And if you need me, ask the Doctor to call me okay? I’ll have my phone on me all night just incase.” Mama leans towards and kisses my cheek. “Love you so much my little bear.”

Rory look to the Doctor, “And not that much sugar! It’s too late for candy.”

Both the Doctor and Y/N whine.

“Rory lighten up, it’s Halloween. A few pieces of candy can’t hurt.” The Doctor argues.

“You hear me Doctor.” He warns.

“Alright alright Zebra. No candy. Enjoy the party.” He says but winks to me.

After a heart felt goodbye, Amy and Rory leave for their party. Leaving the Doctor and I alone to do whatever we wanted.

I sigh though, looking out the window to their car leaving the driveway.

“Come on Y/N! We have a night of fun ahead of us!” The Doctor smiles and offers his hand. I turn back to him and take his offered hand, the fun starting from here.

“Now, your Papa said no candy…but he didn’t say no sugar.” We walk into the backyard and immediately into the Tardis. “So! I have just the compromise!”

He lets go of my hand for a moment while I stand by the console. I hear him go down the hallway and when he returns he has a platter of Halloween cupcakes.

I gasp, taking one off the tray. “Papa didn’t say anything about cupcakes!”

The Doctor smiles, “No he did not.” He winks eating one too.

We sit on the small Tardis chair beside one another and eat about two cupcakes each before we both start to get a sugar high.

The Doctor smile, “So! I have a brilliant idea! Instead of carving two regular size pumpkins…I was think we could carve…A GIANT PUMPKIN!!”

I jump up from the chair, “YES!! GIANT PUMPKIN!!”

The Doctor stand too, clapping his hands with excitement. “Yes!! Alright, let me grab something first.”

The two of us go down the stairs and underneath the Tardis console. He digs around in a trunk and pulls out a little packet of seeds. “This will do the trick!”

Then, hand in hand again, we run out of the Tardis and into the backyard. “Alright, step back. I don’t know how big this is going to grow…”

I step back as the Doctor leans down and starts putting the seeds in the ground. He stands back with me and smile, “Just wait!”

And we stand there and wait.

And wait.

And wait…

I pull on the Doctor’s sleeve. “When is it going to happen?”

“I don’t know…” he takes his sonic out and scans the ground. “What are we doing wrong?”

“Wait!” I suddenly realize the issue! I run over to the back shed and grabs the my water can. I sprinkled the water over the spot we planted the seed and wait.

“Excellent idea Y/N! Where did you learn to garden so well?” He asks, wrapping an arm around them.

“Mama taught me! She’s really good! She told me that-.”

Suddenly the ground starts shaking. Then BOOM! Out from the ground starts to grow this massive pumpkin that keeps getting bigger and bigger!

And bigger!

AND BIGGER!

“Doctor…” I start backing up.

Suddenly it stops growing, but by the time it does it’s about the size of the house. I look up at it in awe as the Doctor wears a big smile.

“I wasn’t lying when I said giant pumpkin.”

“You weren’t!! Wow!! It’s gigantic!!” I yell happily. “How are we going to carve it?!”

“Oh that’s easy! The Tardis will do the work for us! All we have to is make a design it.”

Once again we walk into the Tardis and start brainstorming designs. Once we found one we like we set the Tardis to work!

The outside of the Tardis spins really fast and starts to carve the outside while we watch, not spinning on the inside. After it’s done, The Tardis takes off and lands inside of it, acting as the pumpkin’s candle.

I run outside the doors of the Tardis and look from the inside of the giant pumpkin. “Wow!!” My eyes practically glow.

“Wow!! He steps out and admire the work, “Amazing design!! Now you’ve brought our pumpkin to life!”

I smile back to him and giggle. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.

I go to touch the pumpkin but I take two steps before my red boot steps in a bunch of pumpkin insides. “Ew…”

“I know it’s always gross but…” he picks some of it up, “I bet we can cook this and make more desserts. What do you say Y/N?” He smirk, “The night is still young!”

~~~

Amy and Rory carefully open the front door to their cottage home, hoping not to wake their Little one. “Doctor?” Amy whispers as she comes in.

“In here!” The Doctor calls back from the living room.

Amy and Rory walk in the living room to find Y/N peacefully sleeping with their blankie in hand, cuddling close to the Doctor. The Doctor had a big blanket wrapped around the two them, while the tv softly plays old Halloween cartoons. Littered across the table were plates of half eaten pumpkin desserts.

“Someone had an eventful night. How were they?” Amy asked, smiling at her little one.

“Oh they were a joy as always. We had tons of fun. We carved a pumpkin, baked some desserts,”

“What did I say about sweets…” Rory sighs.

“You said no candy, nothing about dessert.” The Doctor quickly replies.

Amy smirks, “You’ve got him there.” She chuckles.

“Where’s your pumpkins?” Rory asked to change the subject.

“Oh in the backyard.” The Doctor replied casually.

As Rory went to see in the backyard, The Doctor and Amy continued their conversation.

“So they gave you no fuss?”

“No fuss at all. Well…maybe a little when I cut off eating desserts for the rest of the night. But that was an easy fix with a quick sippy cup.”

“Amy?….” Rory calls from the back.

“But then after that we started watching some cartoons and they fell asleep right after that.”

“…Amy?”

“Did they miss us?” Amy asks.

“Just a little in the beginning, but I was able to help them past it.”

Rory runs into the living room, “There is a giant pumpkin in our backyard!” Rory whisper yells.

“What?!” Amy follows him to the backyards.

All while the Doctor smirks to himself and gently rubs Y/N’s arm. “Happy Halloween little one.” And with a little kiss to their forehead that ends a perfect Halloween night.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

[fumiliar]

self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.