#look at the little bird... that fucking bird

[baby-tini]

Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

#baby-tini #anon ask #dabi x reader #dabi #tw noncon #dark content #touya todoroki #tw content #tw blood #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi bnha #boku no hero academia dabi #my hero academia dabi #dabi todoroki #todoroki touya #touya smut #touya x reader #mha dabi smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki x reader #mha x reader

[idyllcy]

in sickness, in health - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #10)

"You know, Damian, calling me out into the middle of Gotham U is sketchy asf." You hold your phone to your ear, raising a brow at the series of arrows on the ground. "Is this your way of getting Tim to propose to me?"

"I have no idea what nonsense you're sprouting."

"Watch." You turn around, Tim falling right into your arms, and you suddenly get the vibe that you're in some sort of Kdrama. "Caught ya."

Tim stares up at you, eyes wide as he laughs. "You caught me, pretty bird."

"See? Now, what is the nonsense you were telling me about? If you guys are planning a wedding in the middle of our university, I highly advise you to do it in the Wayne backyard or summer home instead."

You blink as Damian hangs up.

"We're flying out. They just wanted us to host a small wedding where they get to watch us exchange vows. Remember the letters you used to write to your future husband? Your mom mailed them all to me." Tim hums, fingers brushing over your wedding ring.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Your eye twitches, horror written all over your face as you wince. "How did she even find them??"

"Apparently she dug them out when you told her that you got married."

"Mm." You grimace. "Do I have to read them in front of your family?"

"No. Just the two of us. I asked them for private vows. It's the least they can do for us"

"And it's a gala?"

"The party after is at the gala. No worries, Bruce didn't tell anyone why there's a fourth gala this year."

"Are you sure?" You raise a brow.

"I promise. We can stay in my old room the entire time if you want it that bad."

"Can we play Hades?"

"You and your fifty seven hours on a game because you want to fuck the main character." Tim rolls his eyes.

"Okay?? And?? Listen, my husband is hot, but fictional characters are still fine as fuck." You huff. "Besides, my vows are to you, no? I hope you them since I didn't get to tell you at the courthouse."

"Hey, how about reading them to me after the wedding so I can pick it apart?"

"What is this? Literary analysis?"

"Yes." Tim laughs. "To show my love for you."

"Then shall I frame your vows?"

"No need. You can keep the original draft on a USB."

"Yeah?"

Tim laughs. "Yes. That way, each time you wonder if I still love you, you have proof that the choice I made was to love you until I return to the dust of the earth."

"That's absolutely insane to say to me."

"Oh, hey. There's the helicopter." Tim looks up, leading you back as it lands in the quad.

"Is this... legal?"

"Nothing a little money can't handle."

"Great day to be marrying rich, I guess?" You raise a brow. "Where are we even having vows?"

"In private." He holds out his hand for you, helping you onto the helicopter.

"Did you plan this?"

"Just the vows part." Tim hands you the headphones as you pop them on. "We'll land at home."

"And then?"

"And then, we'll read our vows as we help each other get dressed for the gala."

"My wedding dress is nowhere near appropriate for the gala after all that sand got on it."

"I have another white one that we ordered. It's more casual." Tim grins, taking your hands again. "Everything I have is for you."

"You sound so sappy it hurts."

"Love you too." Tim snickers.

You find it strange. Tim finds it strange. You wonder just what kind of a life you led in your past life that had led you to end up with him. He is flawed, but you find that it's fine or whatnot. The world could stop spinning for him, and you would still stay by his side — until the earring rusts and your ring finger is worn down by the on and off before and after bed, he would be engrained into a part of your soul, hums gentle against your skin as the rain splatters against the window. There would be a fixing, until the two of you are withered and frail with age, until you can no longer fix each other and return to dust as one.

"Ehem." You make the dramatics of dropping the rest of the paper as Tim helps you lace your back, laughing. "To my dearest, sweetest, loveliest, future husband. At the time I am first starting this page, I am twelve and have a thrashing obsession with Robin. As with all of my hyperfixations, I expect this to last no longer than two months. Even if it continues, I hope this is whatever the hell my classmates won't shut up about... the invisible string theory? I wonder if that means I'm gonna marry Robin's girlfriend or something. Oh, maybe even another hardcore fan of his—"

Tim holds back a laugh, back shaking as he finishes with the bow. "My girlfriend?"

"You weren't bi at that point in time. At least not to us." You snort, continuing. "Regardless of whoever I end up with, I'm fine if I never end up married too. I keep hearing all of this nonsense about how women are having less kids and shit and I think it's a good time to never have to deal with it. Hopefully you don't want kids either. Or, maybe you're down bad like those men in all of that fanfiction I've been reading. Regardless, if I end up marrying a man who can't respect my boundaries, I want a divorce. Fuck this, man."

You move down the paper, and Tim runs his hand through your hair.

"You're doing my hair this time?" You raise a brow. "What's next, my makeup?"

"I will be attempting to do your makeup today." Tim purses his lips. "If you'll let me?"

"Sure." You hum, moving your head to make sure he gets all of your hair. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you need to know if you want to be my one and only all my life."

Tim holds back a laugh, but you feel him shaking behind you anyway.

"I have a Robin addiction. I know he technically assaulted me or whatever on the rooftop the other day, but oh my god he's got such a feminine-shaped face that I think I am never going to reach that level of pretty. Even if I do, somehow, I don't think I could ever have a figure that nice. Do I look better now? Maybe I do. I don't know. Hopefully I'm the prettiest girl in the world to you even when I'm old and wrinkly. I got scolded by mom because of... nearly losing my camera but.. boo. I hope you're Robin. I really hope I end up marrying that guy because my friends may not be able to marry Jungkook but I at least have a chance of marrying him. Are you Robin? The one that has pants? It sounds so romantic... please take me out on midnight swings." You pause, blinking at your next words.

"I bet it's something about how you'd let me fuck you six ways from sunday." Tim reaches for a brush.

"Wow, you're like, psychic." You snort. "I also hope whenever I look at you like I'd let you hit fourteen different ways, you catch the cue. Or, maybe the idea of sex grosses me out now. I don't know. I wouldn't know. I can only keep hoping and praying that you're Robin. Oh, also, please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have— I CAN'T."

"No, keep going." Tim stops, hair still in his hand as you shake from laughter. "KEEP GOING."

"Please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have abs. Oh, also, is it possible to cut my finger on your jawline? Maybe you'll let me bite into your collarbone until I draw blood. Okay, that was oddly kinky and weird. I am sorry if future me has to read this to you. I might be insane or something. I wouldn't know." You close your eyes for the next part. "Regardless, I want a big fancy wedding that costs a billion dollars where you'll fly all of my friends in and we'll party until sunrise. That was sarcasm, by the way. I want a small wedding where it's just family and friends. Maybe a second one to host more people if you're a socialite or something. I hope my future in laws love me more than they love you. Mom's been teaching me how to cook lately, and I might have a talent for it. I hope you enjoy every single Chinese dish on the planet, because I can not live with white people food for extended periods of time. Kisses! Xoxo."

"Yeah, I think that last part is apparent." Tim finishes with your hair, reaching for accessories. "The ironic part is that you DID manage to marry that Robin."

"Yeah, I bet she'd be having a crazy ass moment." You hum. "Ehem, dear future husband. my parents are divorced now. I'm in high school at this point in time. Robin seems rather chummy with me now, but I still don't think he sees me as a potential romantic partner. I think he only recognizes me if I have my all black clothes on. Regardless, I think he's a funny guy. Also, I caught him kissing Spoiler a couple days ago so I don't think I have a chance."

"Makes me nostalgic, almost." Tim hums, looking through your jewelry. "What colors for accent?"

"Red." You hum. "For good luck for the bride and groom."

Tim laughs.

"You know, maybe you're one of the other Robins. Maybe you're the second one.. that like. died. or something. I heard there's a new vigilante running around. Red Hood? I think he's more of a crime lord, but his build... I MEAN. I MEAN IM NOT LIKE UNFAITHFUL OR ANYTHING. I JUST THINK HE'S HOT. Yeah. Anyways. I still run a twitter for Robin, but I think he's rebranded as Red Robin. His fit is kinda fire. Don't tell him I said that, though. I don't think people pay me enough for this nonsense, honestly. My current friends are alright. I don't think I find them particularly entertaining, but it's not like I'll see any of them when I move away for college. Is it wrong to dislike your friends? Probably. They drain too much energy whenever I hang out with them. How are your friends? I hope you have a great relationship with your family, or else I am royally fucked."

"Tilt." Tim hums, and you raise your ear, letting Tim pop your studs off for the rubies. "I should get you a new pair."

"Maybe." You laugh. "I have two more pages. The two of them are addressed to you."

"Both?"

"Dearest Tim Drake." You hum, straightening your back as Tim helps you put on your necklace. "I really fucking hope you're the guy I marry, cuz I will burn this letter if not."

"I'm so glad this lived to see the light of day." Tim mumbles, starting with your makeup. "Is this alright?"

"Yes, birdie." You hum. "I remember most of it."

"Good." He grins. "Because I have a letter for you too."

You beam at him, eye closed as he pats your foundation on. "I genuinely can not believe you had sex with me. I do not radiate sex appeal, have an addiction to a Japanese green tea brand, and probably do not study half as much as I should. I have a crippling addition to Red Robin, nearly kissed him at a Halloween party, and once on the rooftop of my dorm. I do not understand why you brought me to a place that I felt I did not belong in, and I wonder if you had just picked me because I seemed like an easy target."

Tim frowns at the words.

"Regardless, I think you're the one. I think it's becoming more apparent just through the assignments I've been writing. Do you love me? Do I love you? Is this called love? I don't know. I haven't loved someone in a long time. I think my best friend calls it a delusionship. A one sided, delusionship. Hopefully they'll be there at our wedding or whatever. Will you buy me an apartment building for our wedding gift? A reverse dowry of twenty billion dollars? I don't even know how much money you have, tch. I just want a nice apartment to live in. The bar is actually in hell. Yet, I find myself catching up with interviews and news about you, desperate to learn more about you and understand just what about you draws me in. You know, I really wonder if you genuinely loved me when you said good morning to me. Maybe you did. Maybe you don't anymore. Human emotions are fickle, after all."

"Lips." He hums.

You open your mouth, jutting out your lip as he helps you apply lipstick.

"Any more?"

"Human emotions are fickle, yet I find myself clawing at my heart when I think of you. Maybe I do love you. Maybe I am nothing in myself, and I need someone to love me. Maybe you showed me love. Maybe, just maybe, you are the one. Yet, I dare not promise it. So, I go back to where I began in this letter, wondering if you would receive it. No kisses this time. May you be the one to send me those instead."

"I think I'm done." Tim takes a step back, lips curled upwards.

You turn to look in the mirror, grinning. "Yeah, birdie?"

"Yeah." Tim hums. "I'll read you my vows next, I promise."

"This one's my vows." You hum, folding the paper back up and cutting open an envelope. "Ready?"

"You wanna sit on the couch before the car gets here?"

"Not gonna say no to that." You stand up, Tim leading you as you get used to walking in the dress. "Wow, I keep forgetting how annoying it is to walk in these dresses."

"You're the star of the show tonight." Tim hums. "Depending on whether or not you want to give the paparazzi a show, I can carry you for the whole night too."

"I'll be fine in the heels, I promise." You sit down as Tim lets go of your hand. "Ready for my vows?"

"Of course."

"To beloved birdie, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne." You hum, smoothing out the paper. "We did not get to have proper wedding vows at the courthouse, so I am writing mine down knowing that you will definitely host something at the complaint of your family. I vow to love you until the sun rises from the west and the moon is eradicated — until the moon becomes the sun and the sun becomes the moon, I vow to cherish you even unto death. I vow that when you are sick and dying, when you are struck with illnesses I have never heard of, I will be by your side. I vow that even if the paparazzi decide to tear their claws into my skin to ruin my life, I will stay. I vow that when you are struck by pollen and in need of release, I will be there for you. Until the world collapses and you are no longer red but old, and even when one of us leave, I promise I will be by your side and follow you until there is nothing left in this world but us. I vow that even on the days where we can not stand the presence of each other, we will find each other again. In this universe, the next, and in every universe out there, I vow that I will find you. I vow that even in the worlds that we are not together, I am nearby. I vow that in sickness and health, in richer or poorer, for better or worse, to love and cherish you even unto death. Love you lots, your pretty bird."

Tim holds a napkin to the corner of his eye, blinking to get the tears out of his eyes and onto the napkin, careful to not ruin his makeup.

"Birdie?"

"I can't read my vows without crying right now. Give me a second."

"I'll touch up your makeup if you do." You laugh. "I vow to be by your side through every gala we attend, your makeup forever next to mine, my heart forever yours to hold."

"You're awful." Tim sniffs, laughing as he manages to calm down, unfolding his own letter to you. "To the prettiest bird in every universe. To my beloved wife, I, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne vow to protect you until crime is no longer in existence, to hold you until we both return to the dust of the earth, to love you even after death. I vow to hold only you when I am in need of help, and to seek you out first amongst a crowd of people I have known all my life. I vow that my love for you will not fade, and that I will be infatuated with you for all the days of my life and death, and that on both good and bad days, I will be the person by your side. I vow that even when we are old and wrinkly, I will bring you items that remind me of you, flowers that bring a smile to your face, my whole self for you alone. When you ask of something, I vow to do my best to grant it, and when the end of the world comes, I will shield your body with my own, and in every other universe that I accidentally end up in during missions, to every other version of myself that is not me, I will stand as proof of love to them. May we be tangled in each others' lives throughout all our days."

"I don't know, birdie." A smirk makes its way onto your face. "I'm starting to think I was a lot more dedicated than you were."

"Psh." He rolls his eyes. "I'll read you my letter from the morning after we started going out eventually. "

"WHAT."

"Come on. The ride is here." He holds his hand out for you, and you raise a brow.

"And when will I be reading that letter?"

"One day." He laughs.

You click your tongue as he kneels down to help you put the heels on.

"And that day is?"

"I promise, pretty bird," he hums, sliding your shoe on with a kiss to your hand. "You will read it."

"If you say so." You mumble, yelping as he carries you.

"Ready to scare Gotham shitless?"

"Oh, I've been ready."

#tim drake x reader #☾.events #☾.blurbs #☾.pretty bird

[faecreatureinthewoods]

The Playlist™

My 12 hour Batfam playlist (with repeating songs!)

The repeating version has 200 songs and is 12 hours. Non repeating has 167 songs and is 9 hours and 54 minutes.

I am so sorry to whatever poor souls are reading this just trying to find good songs for their faves

@batfambrainrotbeloved it’s done

The bat-playlist from hell is under the cut

Alfred

Be our guest

Let it be

Sweet caroline

You are my sunshine

God is really real

Istanbul (not Constantinople)

50 ways to say goodbye (him faking Bruce’s death when he went training)

What was I made for

No time to die

James Bond theme

I got you

Child of Mine

Little Lion man

You’ll be in my heart

Never grow up

Edelweiss

Baby mine

Friend like me

My heart will go on

Bruce

Never grow up

Everything has changed

I hate it here

I look in people’s windows

imgonnagetyouback

Karma (AJR)

Humpty Dumpty

Inertia

Two birds

Cat’s in the cradle

Song for Orphans

Tears in heaven

Heart of stone

Robin

Whatever it takes

ocean eyes

Migraine

I’ll make a man out of you

Under the Sea

Beautiful Boy (darling boy)

Babs

The story of us

Just a girl

Clara Bow

Role Models

Break my face

The DJ is crying for help

Little miss perfect

She used to be mine

Mastermind

Pretty distraction

So high school

How did it end

Fight song

You should see me in a crown

The man

Runs the world (girls)

I bet you think about me

Inertia

Ours

Part of your world

Dick

I can do it with a broken heart

Touchy feely fool

Never grow up

The Bolter

Surface Pressure

You’re on your own, kid

Because of you

Karma (AJR)

Way less sad

Perfect (simple plan)

Father of mine

This is me trying

Count on me

The Greatest Show

No way

Mr. Perfectly fine

Dancing Queen

Show and Tell

How far I’ll go

Used to be young

Cass

Who’s afraid of little old me

Cassandra

The Albatross

Father of mine

You’re on your own, kid

Heart of stone

Fight song

Everybody wants to rule the world

She used to be mine

Family Line

Because of you

Roar

You should see me in a crown

I won’t

When will my life begin

The prophecy

I hate it here

Speechless

I’ve got a dream

Blackbird

Jason

The Prophecy

Mr. Perfectly fine

Better than Revenge

I did something bad

My tears ricochet

Vigilante shit

You’re gonna go far, kid

Time of dying

Deja vu

good 4 u

Because of you

Father of mine

These boots were made for walking

Fuck you

One way or another

Bang! Pow! Boom!

Be prepared

One jump ahead

Vampire

I think I’m gonna like it here (baby jason needs a song)

Steph

Record Player

Turning out Pt. II

The Dumb Song

Just a girl

Cardigan

The Man

But daddy I love him

the manuscript

Guilty as Sin?

Father of mine

Dead!

Teenagers

You’re on your own, kid

Mr. Perfectly Fine

High school sweethearts

Drama Club

My Play

Devil Town

This is love (air traffic controller)

I won’t say (I’m in love)

Tim

Ur gonna wish u believed me

Yes I’m a mess

Karma (AJR)

Mastermind

Don’t blame me

Fool

Wow, I’m not crazy

Humpty Dumpty

Good 4 u

Pretender (Acoustic)

Mister Cellophane

Come hang out

Let the games begin

Heart of stone

brutal

Deja vu

Every breath you take

The sound of silence

Go the distance

Viva La Vida

Duke

Here comes the sun

Walking on sunshine

I see the light

How do I say goodbye

The Prophecy

Turning out

Sunshine lollipops and rainbows

Teenagers

Our song

Demons

I’m still standing

Waiting on a miracle

I’m not famous

Paper rings

We didn’t start the fire

Everybody dies

What was I made for

I’ll follow the sun

Sunflower

Into the Unknown

Damian

Insane

Oh no!

Surface Pressure

Control

The good part

Role models

Mother knows best

Bad guy

What else can I do

Devil Town

Bones

Rät

Maniac

Losing my religion

(Don’t fear) The Reaper

Heathens

Pumped up kicks

Go the distance

A whole new world

I just can’t wait to be king

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #playlist #batfam playlist #batfam #batfamily #this took way too long #i have a problem

[green-eyedfirework]

"The first time I wanted to hit Adeline was a week after I got home," Slade said, voice quiet and slightly distant.  Not looking at Dick.  "We were arguing over what to have for dinner, it was late, she was snarling that she wasn't in charge of the cooking.  And I looked at her, so fucking frustrated, and thought, if I backhand her, she'd shut up."

Dick stared at him.  The condensation from the ice pack was beginning to drip down his cheek.  Slade stared silently at the wall, his gaze a million miles away.

"Did you?" Dick ventured out slowly.

"No," was the immediate reply.  "We went out for dinner.  And a week later, I accepted my first contract job and left."

Dick's inhale was sharper than he intended.  Slade turned towards him at the sound, his expression cold.  "Slade," Dick started slowly, but the mercenary cut him off.

"Grant was two," he said.  "The first time I thought about slapping him to shut him up.  He was disobedient, defiant, reckless.  Joey, even earlier.  The kid never used to stop talking."  A moment of darkness across Slade's face, yawning grief heavy and sorrowful.  Dick didn't know whether to get closer or move away.  "Do you know how many times I looked at my wife and had to restrain myself from hitting her?"

Dick opened his mouth and closed it.  Slade just watched him.  The coldness in his eye wasn't cruelty or apathy.  It was sadness.

"Slade," Dick said quietly.

Slade shook his head.  "She was my commanding officer," Slade said, "and we'd never been on opposite sides.  I was used to controlling myself with her."  His gaze tracked to the large, aching bruise that Dick was holding the ice pack to.  "But we blurred the lines, little bird.  And I-- " Slade took a breath and stood up, turning away from Dick.

Dick hastily scrambled up but Slade didn't turn back.

"All it takes is one moment of lost control.  And I won't risk that."

#my snippets #sladick #domestic violence

[everythingmp3]

in good hands

adult!Van x fem!reader

working at Lottie´s retreat has its regular routine, which suddenly gets disrupted when you cross paths with one of her old friends. lucky for Van, you are in a giving mood and might just know how to help her unwind after a stressful day.

warnings: minors dni. smut, reader "tops" but just lightly

author´s note: hii it´s been a while since I’ve dropped a Van fic but I found this in my drafts and edited it a little bc I thought some of you might enjoy it during our painfully long wait for season 3! so here u go, something lighthearted <3 (this is set during 2x7 when they’re all off doing their little therapies, a brief Lottie appearance at the end)

people might have assumed that the way you found your job at Lottie´s compound was some exciting story, but it really wasn´t; nobody recruited you, there was nothing cult-like about it, you simply needed a temporary job and had found it online.

they were going to pay well, on top of giving you a whole cabin to yourself, so the decision to send off your resume and accept their offer had been a very easy one. the place was serene and refreshing after coming there from your place in the city and your new boss, Lottie or “Charlotte” as everyone called her, seemed sweet in both a maternal and sisterly kind of way way. you could see why everyone was enthusiastic about the community she´d created there, but to you it was just a way to earn money, you didn´t buy into the whole spiritual aspect. still, you were glad to play along for anyone who wanted you to, agreeing with others that your time there was very “transformative” and that you were eager to create a “safe space” for any guests that you worked with.

still, some nights it all got a little boring and lonely, about a month into it, you almost felt like you were living in a monastery: no friends, no internet, no junk food, no way to let loose and it didn´t help that hardly anyone at the camp was on the same wavelength as you. you got along with everyone but nobody stood out to you as someone you´d wanna get close to, have fun with, get in trouble with, so you were left to your own devices; sometimes you stole some liquor from the dining hall and drank that on your own at your secret hiding place that you´d discovered about two weeks into being at the compound. it was a spot in the woods, you had to walk about five minutes to reach it, an old bench close to the lake, nobody ever bothered you there.

one day you were particularly tired and exhausted, people had unloaded a lot of emotional bullshit onto you, so around 7 pm you were ready to escape and to have at least an hour to yourself, just sitting there on that bench listening to the birds and trees, zoning out, trying to let the stress of the day go.

while you were already there, Van was still deciding where to go to be left in peace while drinking what she´d just gotten out of her truck. wherever she looked, she saw people dressed in purple who absolutely would not approve of her plan, so her last resort was going into the woods. she almost laughed to herself about how ironic it was, that the day she reunited with her old friends was also the day she went into the woods for the first time in ages. 

she was hoping to maybe find a large tree stump she could sit on, but a few minutes into walking she saw something she didn´t expect: you, sitting on a bench. at first she thought fuck. that would have been perfect. for a moment she wanted to turn around, but once she saw that you weren´t wearing purple she got curious, it also helped that you looked rather attractive, even from behind, so she decided to stay. Van didn´t want to startle you, so she tried to sound very calm and polite as she approached you tentatively.

“sorry I really don´t mean to bother you-” you turned around, taken off guard, a little annoyed by the fact that someone else had found their way to your spot, but once you saw Van you knew immediately: oh that´s not a guest. you were confused, she could tell, “I´m a friend of Lottie´s, I was just looking for a place to chill for a moment, but I can leave” your gaze fell from her striking face to her hand that was holding a bottle of what looked like tequila, so a smile spread across your face, “oh no, it´s okay! you can sit if you want. if I can get a sip of that..” you said in a mischievous tone. Van nodded, relieved you didn´t mind her presence, she came over and sat down, handing you the bottle, “here you go. so are you..” you realized you hadn´t told her anything yet “oh right, I work here. so.. shhh” you held an index finger to your lips, grinning, before you took a big sip of the liquor, exhaling after “yeah this is good”, she smiled, eyeing you curiously, “so, I take it the job isn´t all that easy huh?”. you shrugged, looking back at her, realizing how hot she was now that she was sitting so close, the faint scars on her face somehow adding to it, “oh it´s fine, really, this beats any of the other jobs I had so I won´t complain to you. but you know... the whole enlightenment and personal growth obsession does get annoying sometimes.” 

she laughed, realizing that you might be the exact person she was looking for, someone who shared her suspicious mindset, “okay I take it you´re not a “believer” then?” you shook your head “nope, absolutely not, I am here to earn money and help people. that´s it, I´m not looking to see the light or whatever the fuck” you took another sip, she let you, more interested in your thoughts than getting fucked up, increasingly glad she had the guts to approach you, “I see. and how do you help? what´s your job title?”, you passed her the bottle as you explained it, “well. I am sort of a physical therapist but the amateur version, nothing super medical, just massages and stuff like that, helping with tension or soreness or just general discomfort.” she didn´t expect that, “really? so you´re good with your hands then?” the moment she said that she realized how shamelessly suggestive it was, but before she could backtrack she saw a flicker of intrigue in your eyes, a pleased smile as you answered, “you could say that, yes”. it dawned on you then that she also found you attractive, and you were starved for genuine excitement, for pleasure, so you challenged her, staring into her eyes, intensely “I mean, I can tell from looking at you that you could also use some help physically” she raised her eyebrows, things were getting interesting“oh really? how so?”.

without warning you reached out to squeeze her shoulder, feeling her wince, “yeah, just as I thought. tense as hell”, an authority to your voice, you saw right through her and she felt her face flush, your grip was harder than she expected, it was turning her on. “well driving for about six hours straight will do that” you were sympathetic then, “oh okay, that´s a lot. I mean, I´m off the clock but I could make an exception if you wanna let me try something” you smiled, kindly, a sweetness to your tone, but not without a certain danger in it, she could tell, and she was getting nervous, but what did she have to lose? so she said “sure. okay..” you nodded, determined, gesturing for her to turn her back to you, “right, please tell me if anything hurts too bad” you instructed, her face burning up by then from the anticipation of your touch.

“you have really nice hair” you said, drawing out the really for emphasis, as you moved it to the front so it wouldn´t be in the way, letting it spill down her chest as you placed your hands on her shoulders, near her neck, slowly pressing your thumbs down through the fabric, “oh thank you” she said, her voice giving away that she was almost a little shy then, it felt exhilarating, to have a hot stranger being that that attentive and charming out of nowhere. the surroundings helped her with relaxing, the sun was setting and the sound of small waves crashing on the shore close to you filled the air. the moment she felt your fingers digging into her flesh her whole body reacted, at first it hurt a little but then she realized you knew exactly what you were doing, there was a distinct skillfulness she could detect, so her muscles relaxed into your palms. 

“good?” you inquired, sort of cocky because you knew it was, her eyes were closed by then, “hm, yeah, feels nice”, her voice was smooth and deep, you almost told her to keep talking so you could hear more but instead you silently, diligently continued your touches, moving towards the space between her shoulder blades, pressing down enough so the circles you were drawing could loosen her up, you wished you could have touched her bare skin, a few noises of discomfort escaped her but you could tell it was the good kind of pain, the kind that signaled to you that her body was reacting well. after a few moments of silence and focused pressing and squeezing on your part, she spoke up again,“the people here are spoiled as hell huh? getting treated like this by a pretty girl” you perked up then, your hand moving up to her neck, your touch lighter, almost sensual, closer to a caress than a massage, she could tell that it wasn´t something you´d do to any guest, “did you just call me pretty?” you said, leaning close to her, your head almost resting on her shoulder then, your voice playful, she still had her back turned to you, Van knew there was no going back from that,“well. you are.” she said, matter of factly.

“wanna say that to my face maybe?” you teased, tapping her to signal that she should turn around, which she did, slightly disappointed that you´d stopped touching her, giving you an intense look, “you´re that starved for compliments huh?” she teased back, tilting her head, “I am starved for a lot of things” you were bold then, her expression shifted, a sudden need came over her as she scanned your face, her gaze involuntarily stopping at your lips, “I can tell”, her voice somehow even deeper than before, sending a shiver down your spine. you did not have any shame left in you by that point, moving closer to her, close enough to feel her breath, pressing yourself against her a little while staring at her, your hand on her thigh, “you know. I can think of something else that might help you relax..” she almost blacked out for a second as you said that, your hand placement killing her, your breath on her neck, she had no idea how you´d figured out that she was into being overpowered by other women, but it felt too good to push back. you were almost purring at her as your hand wandered down to her zipper, undoing it for her, but her own hand moved to your face then, grabbing you rather hard, stopping you, “jesus maybe give me a kiss first” she whispered as she pulled you in and you immediately matched her eagerness, her soft lips a thrilling sensation, both of you clearly worked up by that point, kissing turning into making out within a split second, neither of you holding back with the desperate sounds that left you, for a moment Van had the upper hand, feeling you turn needy from her touch, and since you´d initiated she had no problem taking advantage of the fact that you weren´t wearing a jacket, she reached under your shirt and grabbed your chest firmly enough to leave bruises, forcing a whimper out of you, it had been a while since she´d hooked up with anyone and she groped you in a way that made it very clear, taking what she wanted without much regard, but you liked it, feeling wanted like that. once you pulled away to try and breathe, you resumed what you´d started doing before, making sure she was fine with it, “can I?” you sighed against her cheek, breathing her warm scent in, hearing her take unsteady breaths, she nodded, “hmm” a sound of approval, so you pushed your hand down her undone jeans, slipping your fingers into her underwear, the heat of her skin already delicious before you even went further down.

her hand was gripping your arm with force as you did this, the moment your fingers met the wetness that had collected from her arousal you let out a barely audible “god..”, it was all you wanted in that moment, to feel her growing even wetter, so you slid two of your fingers between her lips, getting them all slick before slowly moving them up and down, really savoring it, hearing her moan a little, followed by a soft “fuck”, her nails digging into your skin by then, you couldn´t keep it that slow so you added some pressure to it, some force, the way you knew it felt best from masturbating that way, paying attention to the rest of her body too, kissing the side of her pale neck, all the way to the middle of her throat, which was easily accessible since her head was tilted back in pleasure. you focused on her clit then as you briefly ran your tongue over her neck, making her whine from the double intensity of your fingers and your mouth, “you´re so fucking hot” you sighed before kissing her again, feeling her struggling to kiss you back, in disbelief over having someone so your type practically melting into your hands.

“fuck don´t stop” she begged, as you found the exact right rhythm, her clit throbbing by that point, “go on, cum for me” you cooed as you felt her losing her composure, her hips moving upward to meet your hand, a desperation to it, so you did your best to really put all your strength into the last few moments of getting her off, her underwear a soaking mess by that point, she bit down on her lower lip as she came, almost drawing blood, your face deliberately near hers to hear the sound of her climax, “that´s it” you praised as you slowed down but still kept touching her, getting your fingers covered in her juices even more, the heat and velvety texture a sensation that almost got you to cum as well then. Van was so dizzy with heat that even those light lingering touches felt heavenly, but finally you let go, trying to regain a sense of where you were and what had just happened, a satisfied grin on your face as you looked at her, her face all flushed, her cheeks glowing red as she zipped up her jeans with unsteady hands, shaking her head as she returned your look.

“I think am starting to like this place..” she uttered in a breathy tone, you smiled, "good, I am doing my job right then”, she nodded, grinning, “yeah, I think you really found your calling” enjoying the attention you were showing her with, the afterglow of the endorphins that had unexpectedly rushed her tired body. “oh fuck I think the others might be looking for me by now” she realized that it had gotten dark, her phone was still confiscated of course, so Van knew they might get worried if she randomly disappeared without a trace.

“right, okay, I should get back too I think” you said, standing up, suppressing a laugh as you saw her struggling to put weight onto her still slightly shaky legs, “oh you´re enjoying this huh?” she said, pushing you forward as she approached you, “if I wasn´t running late I´d get you back right now”, you blushed at the thought, “is that a threat?” you asked as she caught up to you, “maybe” she uttered, adjusting her hair and clothes. “well in that case, if you do end up staying here, my cabin is number 7. if you wanna follow through on that”, she couldn´t believe how bold you were being, but it did thrill her, and after a day like that, driving home at night seemed awful, so she thought why not stay until the morning? your offer made it much easier to abandon her escape plan “sure, I´ll keep that in mind” she said, meeting your eyes one last time before you were on the camp grounds again, walking towards the main area.

"you know I saw you guys earlier. in the parking lot", you confessed, "you did? well, believe it or not that was the first time I have seen most of them in like.. 20 something years", that was not what you had thought, "wait really?", "hmm." , she couldn´t help but take the chance of maybe making you feel a little jealous, "actually one of them is my ex. to make things even more awkward..", you laughed, "damn, you have more going on than me, that´s for sure", she looked back at you then, "really? nothing fun you´ve gotten up to here so far?", you shook your head "couldn´t you tell, with how I ambushed you just now?" she laughed, "right, no, it was kinda obvious."

the moment you approached the road that lead to dining hall, you could both see Lottie making her way in your exact direction and let out a simultaneous, “fuck.” as you saw the tall brunette looking straight at you. Van would have to talk to her but you took the easy way out, whispering a “good luck” to her as you excused yourself, avoiding eye contact with Lottie as you passed her, only a brief wave and barely audible “good night” as she was busy fixing Van with her gaze, the look of someone who was about to start an interrogation, her arms crossed. of course she could tell, that blush on both of your faces, the way Van looked at you as you walked away, it was clear as day what you two had been up to. once Van stood in front of Lottie she decided against an apology or justification and went straight for a joke to try and diffuse the tension.

“I think you should give that girl a raise”, she said, Lottie nodded and raised her voice, “oh I am sure I fucking should after whatever it is that you just made her do”. Van protested, acting offended, “made her do?? I´ll have you know that your worker pursued me, thank you very much”, and Lottie couldn´t help but crack a smile then, shaking her head in disbelief, “you know I expected a lot of things to go down when we all reunited earlier, but this was definitely not on the list”. Van shifted her weight, an almost girlish expression on her face then, “well. I mean if it makes you feel better, coming here definitely did help me relax”, “you know what, if that´s what it took then I´m glad. not that I´d ever pimp my workers out on purpose but hey. what happens happens” Van nodded, “exactly. also, you can´t act like you´re so holy, don’t tell me you’ve never seen a hot girl around here and.. considered things” Van teased, Lottie gave her look that said careful, “believe it or not I don´t have ulterior motives” Van laughed, “sure, you never do.” a familiarity to their exchange that made both of them feel a little nostalgic, in the end Lottie was just glad to see Van smile, after all this time she could tell that life had worn her old friend down, and if having some fun with a pretty girl could get her spirits up, who was she to judge? “okay. ready to go back to the others?”, “no.” Van answered, dryly, Lottie smiled, “me neither” as she linked arms with Van and dragged her off to where the other four were waiting.

as they walked Van tried to keep it in mind, “number 7”, the cabin that she might have to casually walk past later that night. 

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Thinking about being Meng Yao's favorite servant!

She always finds some excuse for you to be near her! She feeds you the dish you brought her because she can't eat all of it by herself. She'll insist you call her by name. How she needs someone to carry a basket around as she tends to her flowers. She'll see if you want to feed Dhalia with her, and before you can leave, a fresh cup of tea will be placed in your hands.

She'll have you sit next to her dolled up all pretty and just talk to you about anything, all while her light fingers linger longer than they should. She has you try on some of her jewellery, preferably naked, just to see how it looks, of course.

That one time when she woke up late at night just to take a little stroll around the estate, and you just couldn't stop yawning, so she sat down on the stone bench, offering you her lap. Once you finally gave in, you laid upon the stone, a head resting in her lap.

She lulls you to sleep with gentle hands, stroking your exposed skin in tender circles. You awoke in her bedroom, to birds chirping and the gentle breeze of the wind. The sweet embrace of her hand running along your head that was pressed against her breast. You stretched your body and looked up, being met with a soft smile and a loving "good morning, my dove."

Following that night, when you made your way towards her quarters, a sheepish smile was placed upon your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

Imagine the surprise, seeing somebody else by her side, and you tried to be reasonable, tried to pull every possibility out of your head, but it still didn't help the bitter feeling in your heart.

So later that day, when everybody was asleep, you went to her workroom, plopping yourself on your knees in front of her. Teary-eyed head pressed into her lap with handfuls of her hanfu, you asked her through held back sniffles.

"Please don't replace me."

With widened eyes, Meng Yao wasted no time raising you up onto her lap, forehead touching yours with her hands hold your cheeks as she whispers onto your lips.

"I would never entertain such thoughts, my sweet."

~

She stretches one of her arms out, reaching behind you to pick up the neatly wrapped gift box, and plops it in your hands. With curiosity, you open the gift. You are met with a thin gold necklace, one that matches hers, with accents that compliment your skin. You let out a gasp, awestruck at the beauty of the jewellery.

"Meng Yao, this beautiful, thank you, I don't know what to say." She chuckles, a teasing grin on her features she whispers into your ear.

"Of course, my sweet dove, I had it custom-made just for you... though you are simply adorable when you're jealous."

You feel your cheeks heat up, staring at nothing but the piece of ornamentation. She takes the necklace out of the box and fixes it around your neck. One hand rests on the curve of your neck, the other finds its spot on your cheek, thumb rubbing circles over your skin.

"So beautiful."

Your eyes flicker at hers and find that she's staring directly at you, not the necklace. Her thumb runs over your lips, she whispers, eyes ogling down at your lips.

"I wish to feel your lips upon mine... is that alright?"

Breathless, you nod your head and mutter out a tiny "please." She takes hold of your chin, guiding your lips to hers, your eyes fall shut. Her lips feel so soft brushing up against yours, you felt her tongue brush against your lower lips, hesitantly you let your mouth drop open.

Her hand falls down to the small of your back, pushing your body closer. You let out a soft whine as her tongue dances around your own. The kiss gets rougher, and you feel an ache between your legs, you let your hips take an experimental grind.

Meng Yao pulls herself away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You try to chase after hers, but she puts her index finger on your lips, halting you in your tracks and wiping away the string.

A small pout takes form while you let your dilated eyes fall open, gazing upon her own heavy-lidded dioxazine ones. A smile on her lips, she grabs hold of your waist, standing you both up, she takes your hand in hers.

"Accompany me to the bathing rooms."

Upon arriving, she sets the tub, putting in oils and bath salts, to help the skin. She turns towards and disrupts the peaceful silence that settled between the two of you.

"Please be a dear and help me undress my sweet angel dove."

She turns her back towards you and you carefully step forward. Taking her hanfu off, layer by layer, revealing the intricate tattoo that takes its place on her lean muscular back. Averting your eyes quickly before she can turn around and reveal her bare body to you.

You opt to let your eyes trace the designs along the floor. She takes hold of your chin, slowly raising it, being met with her supple breasts that have your cheeks burning hot before your eyes locked with hers. A small smirk tugging at her lips she whispers.

"Let me take care of you."

You feel a pulse of arousal pooling in your abdomen. With a nod of your head, she pulls you closer by your hips, stripping you of your clothes.

Faced with her bust, you couldn't help but leave an open mouth kiss under her pebbled nipple, sucking the skin gently before pulling away. She lets out a small gasp, letting the rest of your clothes fall to the floor. She leans down to your face, tapping the tip of your nose, a teasing grin on her lips. She lets her fingertips glide down your spine with her other hand, a shiver runs through you.

"Naughty... very naughty indeed."

She steps away and moves closer to the bath. Standing next to it, she gestures towards the steaming water as if saying "you first." Realizing your naked, you wrap your arms around your boobs and take timid steps towards the bathing area.

She puts one of her hands on your back as you step into the tub, waiting for you to sit down. Settling down in the deep tub that accommodates her size, you play with your fingers under the water.

"Don't be so nervous, love. Does it feel good?"

You look over at her only to lock eyes with her wet core, you quickly turn your head away, your heart beating rapidly. You didn't know your body could get this hot, you stutter out your reply.

"I- well I mean" you take a deep breath and exhale. "Yes, thank you."

She lets out a deep chuckle, sitting down in front of you, her legs taking place on both sides of your body. She eyes you for a minute before speaking out.

"Come here."

You move closer with the help of her hands on your waist, she repositions herself, so you sit on top her thigh. She gives you a smile, a twinkle in her eye, leaning forward she gives your lips a peck.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?"

You let a shy smile grace your face and let out a small "thank you." She pulls your body flush against her, rubbing a hand up and down your back, laying your head against her chest.

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, your hands resting on her shoulder, your lips forms a giddy grin, butterflies forming in your stomach. She gives the top of your head a kiss, your eyes flutter shut and gives the top of her breast a small kiss in return.

She lets out a small sigh, one hand dropping to hold onto the globe of your ass, giving it a slight squeeze, the other makes it way to your hip. You give another peck to her tit, then another and then another. The hold on your waist gets tighter, slowly gliding you over the apex of her thigh. Your bundle of nerves dragging deliciously back and forth.

Sparks of pleasure shooting throughout your body, coiling up in your abdomen. Letting out little moans, you take one of her nipples in your mouth, flicking and circling it with your tongue.

She lets out low grunts and grinds you faster against her thigh. Your body starts twitching, holding onto her shoulders tightly, you scatter various little hickeys over her breasts. Your breath hitches, squeezing her thigh around your own, you bite down on her shoulder, tears making their way in your eyes.

She litters kisses on the top of your head. Your blood rushes downward, fire pooling low in your abdomen and your muscles tense up.

The bath water splashes against the sides caused by the vigorous rolling hips. Words of encouragement are whispered huskily into your ear. A shudder runs through your body, arching your chest into hers. Panting against her body, you clenched your eyes shut, tears springing free. You come undone on her thigh, crying out between choked cries "mommy."

Tender hands gently guide your stuttering hips back and forth, riding out your high. You come back down hearing Meng Yao's sweet praise and a hand caressing your head.

"You did so well."

"Such a good little dove."

"It's all alright, I'm here"

"Such a pretty darling."

"You took it so well."

Sharp teeth biting onto her lip with heavy breaths, she stares down at you with lidded eyes, assessing the situation. She wants nothing more than to grind your face onto her throbbing cunny at this very moment, but she comes to the decision that she'll let you have a break, for now of course. She reaches over to grab a soft cloth, squirting soap into it.

Sitting you up between her thighs, she lathers the soapy cloth over your body. Your tired eyes roam her body, letting your fingertips track the marks you made. Using both hands to massage your muscles, working her way down towards your arms and towards your chest. The cloth runs against your nipple, gasping you flinch back. She purred in a hushed tone.

"You're so sensitive." She pauses before continuing. "Don't you want to wash me too?"

With a nod of your head, you pick up a different cloth and begin to do the same to her. Running it along her skin, stopping at her shoulder, you use both hands to ease the tension.

She lets out sighs of relief letting her head fall for a minute, only bringing it back up to bring focus to your tits. Squeezing the rag over your breasts, she set it down to the side, running her hands over your mounds. Pushing them together and pulling the hardened bud, you let out little moans.

She rinses the suds of your breasts, wrapping her arm around your lower back and pulls your chest to her face, taking hold of a nipple in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the pebbled bud, cupping the other one in her hand, tweaking the nipple between her fingers.

Noticing how close your knee is to her folds, you gently nudge it against her core. A gasp fills the room, her face forms into a teasing smile, sinking her sharp teeth into your shoulder, simultaneously grabbing onto the back of your thigh and pushing it against her core.

You let out a whine, wincing at the stinging sensation, she runs her tongue over the punctured wound. She lets out a sigh, spread her legs a little more and grinding her swollen bundle of nerves against your knee. She grips the hair at the base of your neck, snapping it up and shoving her tongue roughly down your throat.

Your hands fall down to one of her breasts, squeezing it between her fingers and the other trails downwards, on her stomach. Before your fingertips can meet her throbbing clit she pushes you back, against the other side of the tub. Positioning herself over you, she rubs her cunt against your abdomen. She shoves your face between her mounds, you begin to lick and suck the sensitive area. She holds your hair tightly, panting out breathy moans. Rutting her hips back and forth, she hisses out.

"F-fuck."

Your eyes widen, a softly muffled "language" is heard below her. A smile makes its way to her face, shaking her head she lets out a tsk. You feel her hips starting to lose their rhythm, she barks out through gritted teeth.

"Say it again."

It takes you a second to realize what she wants. She lets out an airy gasp as you run your finger down her spine, letting your tongue drag up towards her collarbone purring out.

"Please come for me... mommy"

Biting down on her shoulder, electricity shoots throughout her body, hips stuttering. Her nails sink into your skin as a piercing moan rips throughout the room. Your hands rub her shoulders and back as you trail kisses over her chest and up to her neck, sucking the skin under her jaw gently.

She lets out huffs of air, and you help her come down from her high. A finger hooks under your chin, your lips are brought to hers. She then moves herself down, resting her head against your breasts.

A pleasant stillness fills the once lively room. Laying together and you share each other's warmth.

You run your fingers through her hair and slide a hand up and down her back. You see no need to disrupt the peaceful energy created in the room. She brings her hand up, putting one digit under your chin and guiding your face to hers, giving you one meaningful and deep kiss.

As if she couldn't get enough.

She pulls away, gazing longingly into your eyes. You feel her heart beating in her chest, and she feels yours. The next words she utters out is said in a lascivious whisper.

"I suppose... we should continue this in my quarters."

Your widened eyes is enough for her to carry on with her words. With a gleam in her eyes and a smug smile, she chuckles.

"You didn't think I was done with you? Did you?"

She stands up, the water droplets perfectly cascade down her soft skin. Dripping off her breasts in a way that has the throbbing between your legs creep back.

Stepping out, she fetches a robe, proceeding to hold out a hand to help you out. You take her hand in yours, coming to a stand and stepping out as well. She wraps the robe around you, arms going through the sleeves, it fits in your body perfectly.

She runs her hands down your front, only stopping at your tits to give them a quick squeeze that has you jumping. She chuckles, hands finding the fluffy belt to tie around you. Stepping back to admire her crafty work, she turns her body around, looking back at you from over her shoulder with a teasing grin and with a sway of her hips she goes to get another robe.

Her ass slightly shaking with each step, you feel the heat inch its way over your face once again, it has your cunt drippings. As she turns back around you quickly avert your eyes, she quirks her lips into a smirk before dropping it quickly.

Adjusting the robe onto her body, she slinks back over into your direction. Holding your chin with her thumb and pointer, she gives you a kiss on your lips. Leaning down to your ear she purrs.

"Are you ready?"

You feel yourself clench around nothing, nodding your head with hast. She takes your hand leading you towards the door, you stop and turn your head towards the discarded clothes. She stops with you, turning her gaze upon what caught your attention.

"I will have them sent to us in the morning dear. Let us go."

Exiting the bathing room and entering the halls, you walk side by side with her. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

Up ahead, she hears someone coming and tilts her down to the floor. A servant you recognize stops before you both. "Oh! Madam Zhao! It is so late, I hope..." the servant stops mid-sentence, her gaze finally landing on your intertwined hands.

Following the robes sleeves up she sets her eyes on the varying marks left on your skin, she then observes Meng Yao's state. The floor soon becomes her sole interest, shuffling on her two feet, she continues "...you are feeling well." Meng Yao just smiles sweetly at the servant.

"Mmm yes, of course I am well." She pulls you closer, dancing her fingers along your back until her arm hooks around your wasit, pulling you flushed against her. "We are enjoying our quality time together."

A heat spreads over your face, remembering what has happened mere moments ago. Now you look just like the servant you have worked along side with.

"Good night, and have a pleasant sleep."

"You as well Madam Zhao." The servant bows and takes a quick leave. A smile appears on Meng Yao's face, taking steps towards her room, pulling you along with her.

With no further interruptions, you make your way to her door, anticipation building up in your gut. She opens the door for you, letting you in first. Stepping in after you, she slides the door shut, closing the both of you off from the rest of the world.

Coming up behind you, she lays her hands on your shoulders, massaging them a little before letting her hands glide down your arms and placing a peck on your nape. In the quiet you whisper out. "I've dreamed of this for a while now... being with you, I mean." There is a moment of silence feeling her lips form a smile before she whispers back.

"So have I."

Her lithe fingers pull at your belt, tugging it completely off and letting it hit the ground. The robe falls apart slightly, revealing a strip of your skin.

Stepping around you to see you better, she pushed her hands under the robe. Hands roaming your stomach and up to the under part of your boobs. Tracing her thumbs under them, you let out a small sigh at the sensation.

She moves to push away the soft material, letting it fall around you. Skin prickling, your nipples harden in the cold room. Your hands go for her belt, untying it and pushing the robe away from her and having it meet the same fate as yours.

She gazes down at you, biting her lip with heavy eyes awaiting your next move. Your hands barely hover over her skin, admiring her body under her lust-filled gaze. You lean forward to give a peck on her nipple, watching it harden after.

She abruptly pulls your body against hers. Tits smooshed against the others. She reaches down, curling an arm around your back and a hand on your ass, pulling you up, your legs wrap around her waist.

Lips connect in a passionate kiss, full of unspoken words and promises. She walks over to her bed, laying you down in the middle without breaking apart. Her kisses run under your jaw, trailing down your neck to your collarbone.

Her lips graze over the necklace she had gifted you from earlier, she smiles fondly at the memory. Continuing her descent, she swirls her tongue around your nipple, doing the same to the other. Your body heats up under hers, letting out sighs, you feel the throbbing between your legs grow.

You lay a hand on her head. She trails her kisses down, just below your pubic bone before licking a straight line-up to your breasts. A spark runs up your spine, toes curling and thighs clenching, you let out a high-pitched whine.

She kisses down the wet strip of saliva she left behind, slower this time. When she reaches just above your puffy clit she licks a straight line-up, followed by another whine.

Your brows furrow, a pout forming on your lips, you send a glare down at her, trying to persuade her. You are met with her lifting slightly, gazing sharply in your eyes with a tilt of her head and one brow raised, challenging you. Her next words were said in a low command.

"Don't try to pull that on me."

You break your gaze and whimper out "I'm sorry."

She lets out an acknowledging hum, easing herself back better your legs. Repeating the teasing process four times, dancing her lips around your dripping cunt.

She loops her arms around your underside, gripping onto your hips, pushing you into the bed. With each kiss that is laid upon your thighs, a building pleasure coils between your legs, sucking and nipping on the sensitive skin.

Finally making her way to your core, blowing her cool breath on your burning, clit. She licks her soft lips and plants them on your swollen bud. A gasp leaves your lips, hips trying to buck under her hold, she moves away.

Your hands grab hold on top of hers as she glides her tongue up your slit in long and slow strokes. Breaking away before she meets your bundle of nerves, a drawled out whine leaves your lips.

"Please, pretty please mommy."

Her lips attach to your bud once more, sucking on it as she lets out a hum of approval. A small chuckle leaving her lips, letting go to speak in a low breathy tone.

"See? Was that so hard?"

She lets the flat of her tongue meet your pussy lips, dragging it upwards towards your clit, she skims over it. Gazing deeply into your eyes with a smug look on her face, she laps at your bud.

You writhe under her, pulling at her hands, airy moans leave your mouth. Your hands find their place on her head, fingers threading into her hair, you pull at the base of her head. She lets out a groan, vibrating against the bundle of nerves before her eyes fall close.

Her lapping turns into fast flicks, saliva falling down her chin, her grunts become longer the more you pull her hair. A familiar coil tightens in your abdomen, your cry comes out in choked sobs. Your muscles tighten preparing for a euphoric high only for it to be ripped away at the last second.

You feel tears gather in your eyes, whining out a multitudes of no's and why's.

Meng Yao climbs over you, locking the two of you in a passionate kiss that is mixed with saliva and arousal. She huffs, eyes are filled with desire, grabbing your legs, she pushes them against your chest, just far enough apart to see your breasts.

You wrap your hands around the back of your knees as she positions her hot core above yours. She places her hands over your own, knees sinking into the side of the bed next to your hot body.

A sinful grin pulls way on her lips, staring down at you with lidded eyes, your cunt gushes at the sight. She sinks her hips down on yours, dripping folds meet yours. A moan is shared between the two upon contact. She gives an experimental roll of the hips, leaving both of you sighing in relief.

You wiggle your hips side to side chasing after the pleasure. Jolting together as your clits rubbed one another deliciously. A taunting voice cuts through the air.

"Ever the patient one, aren't you?"

A pout forms on your face, your hands desperately aching to be on hers, you whimper out, "I'm sorry." She leans down, laying a soft kiss on your lips. A hand is brought to your neck, squeezing the sides, you let out a moan at the pressure, your hand takes hold of her arm.

With no warning, she rolls her hips roughly against yours, picking up momentum. A moan rips through your body as you feel yourself sinking into the mattress with each thrust. The moans she lets out sends arousal down to your sopping core, her breasts bouncing so rhythmically, you just had to reach out to touch it.

She lets out a high-pitched moan at the sudden touch, with a dark look in her eye she grinds her hips against yours harder. You let out strangled cries, feeling heat spreading under your skin. Your tits jiggle oh so perfectly below her, she can't bring herself to look away, a coil starts to tighten in her abdomen.

Her pants are heavy, and her thrusts turn erratic, a signifier that she's approaching her high. A red hue paints her face, her face is pinned in pleasure.

Your back arches, a heat pools at your groin, ready to burst, writhing and twisting under her strong hold. She lets go of your neck to take hold of your cheeks, puffing your lips. Leaning down to kiss them, tears pour out of your eyes, feeling your about to tip over the edge. She pants out in a husky whisper.

"Come on baby. Say mommy, do it for me."

Waves of pleasure take over you, a white veil curtains your vision. Her hips snapping against yours, you scream out "Oh fuck, m-mommy."

This sends her into a stupor, she throws her head back and her back arches. You reach your hands up to her mounds, squeezing one and tweaking the other. She takes hold of your hands and lets out a loud cry. Cunt gushing over yours, your fluids mix together as her rolling hips slow down, helping you both come down from your orgasms.

With heavy puffs of air she lifts her sopping cunt off of yours, strings of arousal connecting you together. She grabs your sore legs and places them down with care, giving you little kisses.

She grabs one of the discarded robes and cleans your tired body with it. You wince as the fabric meets your sensitive lips, she coos down at you, doing the same to herself once she's done with you. Throwing it in the corner for later, she climbs back on the bed next to you.

The cold air helps your body cool down. Tugging you into her, your body's slots together like a puzzle. One arm is drapped over your side, hand rubbing circles into your back. The other hand is brushing soft knuckles against your cheek.

Her gaze holds deep fondness as she looks upon you. One of your arms is hooked over her hip as the other goes to hold the hand by your face. She takes your hand, guiding it to her lips and giving your palm kisses without taking her eyes off yours.

You feel safe here in her arms, you always feel so at peace whenever you're with her, but this feels different. Like you could spend an eternity here with her, in the safety of her arms. Her soft-spoken words only prove this further.

"How are you feeling?" She pauses before speaking again. "I have greatly enjoyed this, I've always relished the moments when you're with me." A soft blush has crept over her cheeks.

You smile up at her, inching closer to press a peck on her lips, you answer. "That was wonderful... thank you. I enjoy every second of every time we have spent together. I... I care for you deeply." She pulls you closer, kissing your forehead and then lets her nose brush against yours, she whispers out.

"As do I."

Two hearts beat together, wrapped against one another in tangled arms. The two of you share sloppy slow kisses, a silent promise of partnership. You feel your body slip into a slumber, Meng Yao looks you over once more, gives a single kiss to your lips and joins you in sleep.

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[balladofmoony]

a little collage for dstg lily of @mayescapade because honestly lily evans and the phoenix are all i think about these days.

#at the top we have our order of people and i am kind of hoping they are well and happy in that memory #look at the nasty dementor! #and beautiful cradle <3 and of course regulily scene #lily and phoenix are the characters of the show #look at the little bird... that fucking bird #also some documents from lily's previous profession. my girl turned out to be a phoenix after all #i will always think about how she lived in a burning house and carried in herself always #btw this was supposed to be a he is for me collage idk lily kind of stole the spotlight #i will always love you dear girl hope you find peace #oh i forgot we have some burning in our eye #also 2 thank you jude for such a masterpiece i love dstg with all my heart

[fantasykiri5]

A pair of birds of prey for days 15 and 16 of @hermitadaymay !!! Definitely not a day and a half (?) late

#my art #Hermitaday #hermitadaymay #hermitadaymay2024 #hermit-a-day may #Hermit-a-day may 2024 #Hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #falsesymmetry #falsesymmetry fanart #welsknight #welsknight gaming #welsknight fanart #WHY DID I DECIDE TO DRAW THE STUPIDEST POSE FOR FALSE AND ARMOR FOR WELS AND WINGS FOR THEM BOTH ALL IN ONE DRAWING… #These cunts have six total hours tracked on them… I didn’t even do a background because they took so long… #and thats not even counting looking for armor and feather references like this took two straight days #I’m very proud of it though #anyways they’re NOT related I was in the middle of drawing and realized they looked uncannily alike. So I made the wise decision to give- #-Wels the same mole I give False and the same little lower lash because they’re nose and eye shapes already matched #they’re not siblings (shown by one of them not even being an actual raptor bird) but they do look uncannily similar #and I’ve decided now that my False and Wels like to just lie to people and say they’re twins for fun. #They both have fucked up doppelgängers they would find it funny. #anyways False is a red tailed hawk (specifically a dark morph) #and Wels is a peregrine falcon #armor is so hard to draw guys never draw armor it SUCKS. I did get to have Laois Dunmeshi Touden on my screen for reference the whole time- #-I was drawing Wels though so it’s not all bad #still baffled I draw the human body part of that pose for false so easily though. Fully believe I was possessed by one of the Greek muses- #-or something because I do not know enough about anatomy to have that shit memorized but it looked normal when I looked at it so. Shrugs #anyways YES i will get to Etho tomorrow… I may just draw him WITH Joe because I wanna draw him but I don’t wanna think about posing two- #-difference pieces… though then I’d have to pose them together… but the appeal of putting a Kakashi cosplayer and a muppet next to each-

[frnkiebby]

i fucking can’t~🎃

#anthony is literally only a few inches taller than frank #there is no reason to put frank on a box #also this has got to be the queerest post for two people in a group photo ever #my queer idols #i absorb and thrive off of them to become the queerest little punk possible #god franks stupid fucking legs i love him #look at the pins on that bird #frankfrankfrankfrank #anthony green #franthony friday #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ls dunes

[spadefish]

i haven't posted anything in a while, so here, hold this. one of my commissioners wants me to draw dragon seteth + flayn, so here's my first stab at their designs.

#my art #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fire emblem #seteth #flayn #dragons #i fumbled around with seteth's design a lot and i might still make changes. we'll see #i'm pretty fucking happy with flayn's design tho i knew exactly what i wanted to do with her #in the actual commission i'll probably make it more apparent that her flight feathers are shimmery #real talk i tend to lean VERY heavily on macuil's design when i think abt 3H dragon designs #i always look at rhea first for general shapes #and then i tend to look at macuil for details #i tried to shake up seteth's facial structure a little so i wouldn't be giving EVERYONE bird-face #bc byleth has bird face and flayn has bird face [because of macuil having bird face and me liking it] #it's really insane to me how much morphological variety there is in RELATED members of the same species...???? #rhea is a lizard and macuil is a bird and indech is a TURTLE? #rip to indech i never reference him. sorry

[fiendishartist2]

guess who just watched this years fourth of footwerk

#idk why it hadnt occurred to me how easy it would be to make my own fin fin #i was watching the youtube upload of the stream and wayne started talking about how he wishes he had a fin fin plush #and i was like wait a minute......... #bc like its literally just a bird body with a fish tail. i just frankensteined like 3 patterns to make him #i love him <33333 #he looks better in person i just have a shitty phone lol #rtvs #fourth of footwerk #fin fin #teo the magic planet #amigurumi #man my wrists are not happy that i was crocheting oh my god. they're cracking and stinging like crazy #i was sewing the other day so they were already a little fucked up but doing tiny crochet projects like this are the worst for my wrists #its worth it tho like look at him :3

[caesarsaladinn]

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#fuck dude. shit. #things die all the time. *people* die. it’s natural I guess. but I’m never going to see that little bird again #was she scared? did it hurt? did she look for me?

[svampira]

hes doing the debby ryan...

#im not sure how to go about drawing imesh in the front #i want to do a little turn around but then id ever have to use a silhouette or do some sort of chibi figure #anyways this elias. ultimate baby bird. hope he stays cute when i start painting it #i already know the hair is gonna have me spitting blood #wip #the figure in the front looks really good (not the drawing itself but the concept) i hope i dont fuck this up

[merlyn-bane]

stewjoni wooley birds!! they evolved wool rather than feathers because it is more flame resistant, and the stewjoni people use it to create textiles as modeled by our keeper here. the presence of wool on their necks and faces is dependent on the climate at the time, and they are very big but not very intelligent. they also lay their eggs in ash from volcanic eruptions to incubate them :)

beak is based on a flamingo, since lesser flamingos living in a volcanic environment gave me the idea to do a bird in the first place, because i thought it might be a good shape to be able to dig morsels out of the ash, and also because i thought it looked cool.

yes i know she looks stupid, but i love her, and consider: this is star wars everything looks stupid. she is called a wooley bird because she's a bird and she's wooley and that's about how creative people usually tend to be with these things.

please feel free to use these if you want to, i'd love to see it.

#foelu #foelu adjacent #creature design #star wars creature design #stewjoni wooley bird #stewjon #original creature #star wars #my art #digital art #look i love fuck off giant birds okay #and star wars is a little too reliant on just lizardizing everything

[robotsafari]

“you insolent little bitch.”

-ansem, seeker of darkness (he definitely said this)

#beep boop you want fries with that #kingdom hearts #ansem #sora #i love how ansem becomes HUGE during his world of chaos phase #after finishing this i realized that this looks like its about to become the jerma clip #where he pretends to find a bird and then eat it #or the clip of scar holding up a mouse to his face #i know sora isnt THAT small in comparison to ansem in this phase but how much more funny would it be if ansem got this big. #i just wanted the silly visual of ansem picking up sora like Listen here you dumb little shit. (ansem’s calling him dumb not me #because he literally does this the whole game its super cute and funny) #idk why i feel the need to clarify. i guess im trying to say that im not ensnared by the fandom notion that sora is dumb or whatever #he isnt. dont let the fandom or dream drops (and maybe beyond but i havent checked) awful writing convince you that he is #seriously what the fuck is up with modern kh and being mean to sora. i guess the writers are into mean spirited humor nowadays. #SORRY THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE A RANT #anyway. like always i cant draw hands and my anatomy is dogshit. #what else do you want me to say? [my lawyer has advised me to omit this part]

[jeeklaart]

He is being birthed 🪿

#my art #THE LITTLE GUY IS COMING SOON #LOOK OUT #plushie making #duck plushie #duck #goose #fuck it round bird #toys #cute #small buisness #jeeklaart