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ramvur · 3 months
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got your six
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jerreeeeeee · 10 months
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linaharutaka · 7 months
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miss lazuli..
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ᴡᴇɴ ᴋᴇxɪɴɢ | ᴇᴘ28
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whitefuzzykitty · 3 months
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Bunch of doodles in my sketchpad of my faves from cotl :)
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howfishismade · 3 months
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jerma photostudy
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apnourry · 3 months
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❄️first snow day in 6 years❄️
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filez34 · 2 years
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Fallout Las Vegas got me in a fist grip.
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phoenixkaptain · 2 months
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Slides this SuperBat story over
Summary:
Clark Kent has known about Bruce Wayne long before he met the man. He’s known about Bruce Wayne long before he knew Batman or even became Superman.
He saw him in the papers.
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joyouscatus · 2 years
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my baby my girl
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avvail-whumps · 11 months
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‘guns for hire’ — pretty lips #12
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content warnings: captivity, intimate whumper, non-con touching (not sexual), mentions of sexual content (not explicit), non-con kiss (non-con for both whumper and whumpee really), mentioned punishments, mentioned whipping
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Leo was scared.
That wasn’t anything new since he’d been held captive by Roy, but he hadn’t felt fear this intense since being caught.
The mercenary was uncharacteristically quiet, and he hated that. At least with his taunting voice and sarcastic notes, he could have something to cling on, something to fill the silence and keep his brain occupied.
The silence was scary.
It was even scarier when Roy was leading him in the direction of the basement, and those stairs came into his line of sight. He immediately began struggling, digging his heels into the ground to try and stop them from descending down there. His back pressed into Roy’s chest, almost tempted to whirl around and throw himself into his arms to convince him to stop.
Tears were already steadily streaming down his cheeks, shaking his head frantically.
“I don’t want to go back down there, please,” he sobbed, letting out a quiet gasp when Roy gripped him by the wrists, twisting them forward. Leo sniffled quietly, and he felt it was a miracle his legs hadn’t given out under him when he was urged down the stairs.
The familiar sliding of the lock grated against his very bones, and Roy shoved him hard enough to make him crumble to the ground. He stifled a painful cry, scrambling back as he watched the mercenary push the door closed, locking it.
His shoulders seemed to relax an inch, and he began rubbing a hand over his face.
“Christ, lion,” he sighed, sounding heavily exhausted. Leo gripped his jacket, tugging it around his body as he grovelled pathetically on the ground.
“Please don’t hurt my dad,” he blurted, his shoulders shaking with his tears. “Please.”
“I’m not going to hurt your dad,” he scoffed, lip quirking into somewhat of an amused smirk. He stepped forward, and Leo shrank in on himself in fear, ducking further into the jacket surrounding his shaking limbs. “What were you thinking?”
Leo’s choked on a breath, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked, flinching when Roy bent down to his level. A hand gently wiped away the tears wetting his skin, only to be replaced by fresh ones not a moment later. The mercenary didn’t seem to care, his icy eyes gazing at him.
“You would’ve been running for hours,” he wryly pointed out, shaking his head. “What really was the plan, lion? I thought I made it clear we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”
Leo frantically nodded his head, not sure what else to do.
Roy clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, rising to his feet. The secretary watched him with wide, frightened eyes, his chest bouncing with his shallow breaths. He swallowed the horrible thickness in his throat as Roy sank down into the chair, hand sweeping under his chin.
He was glancing at the assortment of tools on the wall, and Leo pathetically began crying again, unable to help himself.
He didn’t want to get hurt anymore.
He remembered the misery he’d felt being down here, waiting for his brain to shut off just to reward him with a slither of bliss from this horrible situation. The way the same walls, same mattress, same room had almost driven him crazy.
And worst of all, Leo recalled when Roy had told him he could make him hurt a lot worse than he was. How he was ‘going easy’ on him.
“I was pretty fucking pissed off,” the mercenary hummed, still eyeing the tools as if he was meticulously deciding which one he wanted. “Even if you’d got out, it wouldn’t have taken me long to catch you. But in front of them lot?”
He whistled.
“They’re going to think I can’t keep you on a tight enough leash. I have to really prove them wrong now, don’t I?”
Cold dread settled in the pits of his stomach.
Leo’s eyes darted towards the tools, lingering on the shock collar he’d had the displeasure of being on the receiving end before, and he almost burst into fresh tears there and then. He didn’t think he could stand on his legs, and Roy liked it when he crawled, didn’t he?
So he did that, crawling clumsily until he was inbetween his legs, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Please, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, his bottom lip quivering. He could hardly form coherent words through his shaking breaths, trying to stop the horrible thoughts plaguing his mind. He didn’t care what he did, as long as it stopped Roy from hurting him.
His fingers gripped the fabric on his pants, and he tried to ignore the way the mercenary’s eyes were burning into the top of his skull.
“I’ll do anything,” he begged, leaning his head down and pressing it against the inside of his thigh. “I’ll be good for you this time, I-I promise. Please, please don’t hurt me...”
Leo didn’t even know what he was saying, and he barely had the strength the lift his head when Roy tapped two fingers under his chin. He blinked blearily through soaked eyelashes, trying not to flinch when he realised how close the mercenary was.
“Anything?” He mused, lips pulling into a smirk.
Leo’s stomach grew cold, but he couldn’t control the desperate nodding of his head. Roy hummed, his fingers combing through his blond locks as his eyes wandered lazily over his face. The secretary hiccuped, his fingers trembling as they dug into the fabric of his pants.
Roy was so close, and Leo leaned up to kiss him.
The mercenary’s eyes hardened the moment their lips connected, and he instantly shoved him back. The secretary fell on his heels harshly, eyes widening in fear.
“What are you doing?” The man scowled, his voice sharpening. Leo’s mouth quivered open, panic slamming into him.
“I-I thought that was what...” He dissolved into silent tears, tripping unpleasantly over his words. His lips were still tingling, a hot sensation spreading through the flesh, despite it being for a only a split second. He shrunk back. “I thought you were...I thought, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The anger in Roy’s eyes seemed to melt away, a huff slipping past his lips. He shifted in the chair, that calm expression befalling his features once more.
“I’m going to have you when you’re willing, if I do,” he murmured quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that just yet.”
Leo shuddered in disgust, quietly reminding himself that he would never submit to Roy even if he was the last person on Earth. He needed to keep that locked in a box in his mind; it didn’t matter how much he liked his jacket, and how much he loved the smell surrounding him, he had no desire to let his mind wander into that territory.
It was dangerous. Also incredibly foolish.
It was hard to keep his wits about him, but Leo needed to do it. Even if he was realising this was all a lost cause. Even if he was realising he was never going to get out of here.
“Now.”
Roy’s voice ripped him from his thoughts, swollen eyes stinging when he blinked away the tears in the crease of his eyelids. The man gently cradled his wrist, thumb stroking the initial he’d carved on the inside of the skin. Leo’s breath hitched, feeling the tears slide down his cheeks once more. His heart squeezed painfully, throat to tight to beg anymore.
“I can’t let this go unpunished, lion.”
“No,” Leo croaked.
“Yes,” the mercenary countered in a voice just as soft, and just as mocking. “You knew the consequences, and you still ran. Fuck, if you were going to take the keys, you should’ve gone for the car instead.”
Leo inwardly hated himself for his stupidness. A car would have been the better option, wouldn’t it? Maybe he really was hopeless, after all. Maybe he was never going to get out of here.
Roy’s eyes slid back to the tools. He’d only really been looking at one, anyway.
“How do you feel about whips, lion?”
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matlab-exe · 2 years
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(don't) bring a knife to a fistfight
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somethinghotpls · 3 months
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Showing off my birthmark
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daikunart · 2 years
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ᴡᴇɴ ᴋᴇxɪɴɢ | ᴇᴘ20
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lepusrufus · 2 years
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Anyone asked for more paranormal AU? I'm sure it comes as a shock to everyone that Caitlyn and Jinx don't like each other here either
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a-tenno-called-prin · 30 days
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