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DC Characters x WronglyAccused!Reader Headcanons

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Damian Wayne

• Damian wouldn’t want to believe that you actually did whatever you had been accused of, and would have a hard time believing it no matter how terrible it was. But if all the evidence pointed to you then he wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter and would have to take the logical path.

• If Damian did genuinely think that you were guilty then he would try his best to prove otherwise until he could no longer oppose the thing you were blamed of. He’d be very hurt if he couldn’t prove your innocence.

• If you decided to leave because of the accusations and felt that the environment you were in wasn’t exactly the safest or best for you then Damian would agree with your decision. He wants the team to be with people he regarded as trust worth, and if he doesn’t think you fit that category then he won’t oppose your leaving.

• This could possible even cause you to leave your vigilante or crime fighting life for a much more ordinary and mundane one. Word travels fast amongst the vigilante community so if Damian did think you were guilty, many of the other would hear about this pretty quickly too.

• When you turn out to be innocent Damian would be one of the first people to reach out to you and apologise. He finds that admitting when he’s wrong a hard thing to do but after all you’ve been through he needs to put his feelings aside and set things right.

Conner Kent

• Conner would be very surprised at anything you had been accused for as he has such a positive out look of you. So, he certainly wouldn’t believe someone’s word against yours unless there was a lot of proof or you admitted to it.

• Conner is one of the most understanding and supportive people you could ever meet, so if they genuinely thought you were guilty this would be no small thing. He wants to believe that you’re innocent no matter what, but if he has no basis for it he can’t help but chose what the others believe to be true too.

• He’d be heart broken to see you leave after how close the two of you had become, and especially as Conner doesn’t have many people there for him. Even if he wasn’t the one targeted or affected he would still feel like it was rather personal.

• If you decided to leave vigilante and hero life Conner would still find a way to be with you. Deep down he has an inclination that something wasn’t right, so even if he can’t convince you to continue he’ll still keep an eye out for you from the sidelines.

• When you are finally revealed to be innocent Conner would be overjoyed and the happiest you’d ever seen him. Straight away he would include you in the things you had been missing out on and would treat you as if nothing had ever happened to begin with.

Rachel Roth

• Raven usually takes her time when reacting to a betrayal or someone doing something she doesn’t agree with, so she isn’t quick to judge you. But when the thing you’re being accused of is serious then she does need to be wary with you.

• When Raven is finally convinced that you’re not as innocent as you’re claiming to be she will try to take charge and have something done about you and what it means for the team. She doesn’t want to make things hard between the two of you but she will always keep the safety and best interest of the team as her top priority.

• Raven would give you at least a final goodbye of you did decide to leave the team because of the accusations. She doesn’t want all of your friendship and meaningful time together to have been a waste and to end things on bad terms when she doesn’t know what could happen in the future or if you ever will come back (and she’s hoping you will).

• Raven would wait a little while before she would get back into contact with the tou if you had left a lifestyle of crime fighting. She wants you to get on your feet again, and still wants to wait until the accusations had settles.

• When you are announced to be innocent she’ll welcome you back with open arms and tries to ease you back into the team the best that she can. Ravens aware that she can’t erase everything you had been through and how the team handled things, so she tries to make up for this gradually.

Jason Todd

• Jason would firstly try to ignore the accusations and pass them off as simple rumours intended to ruin the team when he first heard the accusations. He doesn’t believe that you’re the type of person to do such things and would stick by you through a lot of it.

• If Jason did genuinely think you were guilty he he would be furious and you’d be met with an explosive response from him. He’s been betrayed and through enough hurt in his life so he has a no tolerance policy for anyone no matter how close he is to them.

• Jason would prefer you to leave more than anything if the accusations hadn’t been proven wrong or you accepted them, mainly because he needs to put himself first. He cares for you deeply but the thought of you being guilty makes him feel personally betrayed and lied to by you.

• You may not hear about how Jason is if you leave the vigilante lifestyle, but he would be raining terror on all the criminals and villains he could get his hands on. As said earlier, he’s pretty angry about it and needs an outlet for all that he’s feeling.

• Jason would get rather emotional and may even cry to you in private if you come back after being proven innocent. He hates the feeling of abandonment and hates himself for thinking that he abandoned you when all along you were innocent.

Garfield Logan

• Garfield would be in complete shock when he hears about the accusations targeted towards you. His first inclination is to protect you and keep the accusations away for as long as he can so you don’t get hurt as much.

• If Garfield had thought that you were guilty or had no way of proving otherwise then he’d try to get a response on the situation from you directly. He’d talk to you for a while about it and believe the things you say, but he can only support you for so long in a situation like this.

• Garfield would miss you a lot if you ever left, and would almost feel like a state of grieving for him. You’re one of the closest people he is to, so your presence not being there has a detrimental affect on his happiness.

• If the accusations become to harsh and you have no way of calming the situation other than leaving the team then Garfield would mois you dearly. He’d wish to be with you and spend some quality time with you again even though he knows he can’t because he knows that you’ve never done anything bad to him or the team.

• When you’re finally proven innocent the. Garfield will rush to you as fast as possible and would act almost like a lost puppy who has found their owner again. He knew deep down that the things said couldn’t be true and is ready to get justice for what you’ve been put through any time that you’re ready.

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jojolovesdogs00 · 7 months

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Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Ch 9

You woke up feeling refreshed and ready for another day as a Titan. You got dressed quickly and headed to the common kitchen area where everyone else was already gathered. Dick was talking to Kory probably about last night. They seemed worried. As you entered the room Kory noticed you and stopped mid sentence.

"Morning Y/n." she greeted cheerfully. She walked over to give you a hug.

"Morning Kory. What's the hug for?" you asked confused. She looked at you seriously.

"Did you forget what happened yesterday honey?" she said worriedly. You blinked in surprise. 'She really cares about us huh' you thought. You smiled at her reassuringly.

"Thank you Kory." you said while hugging her tightly. She was surprised but happy to see you hugging her.

"Anytime Y/n. I'm just glad you girls are okay." she said. She released you from the hug. You sat down next to Gar. He smiled at you.

"Morning sleepyhead." he said teasingly.

"Shut up Gar." you retorted playfully. He laughed at your response. Your eyes searched for Rachel but couldn't find her anywhere.

"Where's Rachel this morning?" you asked curiously. Gar shrugged his shoulders.

"She needs to practice magical stuff. I don't remember what exactly she said but it was about that." he explained. You nodded understandingly.

"That's so weird and cool at the same time. I mean she's being a..well.. daughter of a demon. But still she chooses to be with good people. And help everyone." you said thinking out loud. Everyone around you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." they all replied.

After some more talking Gar decided it was time to training. The rest of the day went as usual. After dinner you were at the library with Gar for making some search about demons. While you two were informing yourselves Rachel came into the library looking very tired. You both got curious when you saw how exhausted she looked.

"Hey Rach..." Gar said. "What's wrong? Why do look so tired?"

Rachel sighed deeply.

"I had to cast a lot of spells today. It took me most of my energy. So I need to rest now." she replied tiredly. You could sense the exhaustion on her voice.

"Y/n and I were trying to find a way to help with these..magic books?" Gar said while turning towards you.

"Yes. We were trying to figure out a way to help you for your spells not taking all energy you have. You look exhausted really." you replied with concern. Rachel seemed relieved hearing your reply.

"Thank you guys. I appreciate your help." she said gratefully. She gave you both a smile and then turned to leave the library. Gar walked behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually before you leave.. Y/n found something. Maybe you could take a look at it?" he asked Rachel. You both looked at him surprised. 'What are you doing Gar' you were thinking.

Gar didn't seem to care your confusion.

"It's nothing special. Just something we thought might help you. Take a look if you want." he said smiling. Rachel looked back at you. Her face showed curiosity.

"Sure let me see." she replied.

You looked at Gar confused again. But he continued speaking "You two check the magic and I'll bring some tea. Ok?" he said leaving the library. You

were left alone with Rachel and felt awkward. 'What are you doing buddy' you thought to yourself. You saw Rachel was looking at you nervously.

"What was that spell you found?" she asked nervously. You could see her hands shaking slightly as she held them together.

"Are you ok Rachel?" you asked concerned. You were worried seeing her like that.

She just nodded her head yes. You noticed she was breathing heavily. She had been holding her breath for a long time. She was probably very tired from using all those spells.

"If you're too tired we can talk later." you suggested while putting your hand on her shoulder. She smiled at you. You could feel her body shaking. Was she about to pass out? You didn't know. "Rachel you ok?" you asked again. She kissed you softly on your cheek. You were surprised.

"I'm fine. Thanks for caring about me." she replied blushing.

'What's happening tonight' you thought to yourself while pulled her from her neck and kissed her lips passionately. You wrapped your arms around her waist. She was blushing redder than ever and didn't know what to do with her hands. She was still trembling. You could hear her heart beating fast when the library door opened.

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damianwayne0 · 3 months

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Y/n: Damian!

Damian: Yes beloved?

Y/n , putting on her shoe: I am going out ! Do u want something to eat !?

Damian, smirking : Yeah, you.

Y/n : ....*beep beep* *beep beep* Hey , Raven imma little sick, can we go out later? Thanks love ya~

Damian : I was kidding-

•The rest is unfortunately a history•

Raven: *sighs* I better get some nephews and nieces

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circeyoru · 2 months

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The Raven’s Deer

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little sibling!Reader]

Part 1 (here) — Part 2

Zestial speaks in [archaic dialect redolent of early modern English], so something like Shakespearean English and you speak that same

Where as Zestial is a bat-like demon, you’re a raven demon with two pairs of retractable black feathered wings on your back. Your appearance was similar to that of an angel, but it was more of a mocking to them since you have an inky substance that would float around you

Different to Zestial who instills fear with just a look and/or his appearance, you tone it down and is arguably the more approachable of the two. Though others can’t see this as a free pass to bully you as you were more prone to violence than Zestial too

You do speak ‘funny’ as the modern sinners would whisper and sometimes try to instantly translate your words with their phones, especially those that were unlucky enough to meet your shopping requirements. But you can speak ‘normally’ in a way that everyone understands. You just don’t to watch them struggle more

Your big brother and you rule over your batch of souls in a small district that you two share and guard, your brother overseeing a mansion while you oversee the surrounding forest. Your people were your silent servants with powers that were useful to you and have signed contracts with you, soul-binding or otherwise

Being as old (do NOT use that word since you died young) ancient as you were, you’ve seen your fair share of the rise and fall of overlords. Though not one as interesting as Alastor. At first, you were merely enjoying some wine while you read whatever was in your collection. Then you heard screams of agony and pain in your room. You were positive there was no one being tortured at the moment, so where did it come from?

The radio had come to life on a shelve of yours. You twitched your fingers, bringing the radio closer to you, the screams were indeed from the device before you. But you never turned it on and this was the first time you heard such music. You left it playing to see when it would stop, to your delight, it never did

Well, until the culprit behind such an act came forward. The screams died down a bit, but not entirely gone as he made his name known. “Greetings, sinners and demons of Hell! I am Alastor, The Radio Demon!”

“Fitting.” You mumbled out as you listened, from then on, you’d leave the radio playing. Sometimes Alastor was hosting and other times it was those screams. You even talked about it with Zestial, expressing your fascination to this new demon

Your older brother, growing curious and intrigued, asked for Carmilla to host a meeting to see who were still surviving. As luck would have it, it was the day after the extermination. The pair of you were positive Alastor had been safe and alive since he was having a wonderful time broadcasting, all the while Carmilla, Zestial, and you listened and done your own activities in your safe underground room deep within the forest

Your ravens had been the ones to collect the angelic weapons for Carmilla to experiment and create her weapons, even perfecting her fighting style. Since you were more physical and violent than Zestial, you happily trained with Carmilla, even helping her. In exchange, she made sure your wings were even deadier than before, now having angelic coat. Your wings were your weapons

The meeting was uneventful to say the least, Zestial and you didn’t need it to see what Overlord was alive since Zestial could name every demon behind the scream on the radio. See, he was the one with more information and a nack for those things. The pair of you really do complete each other

What caught your interest (and maybe slight fancy) was Alastor. You and Zestial arrived right behind Carmilla and took your seats side by side, ignoring all the Overlords you passed by. Their aura and presence were lacking to say the least, it was no wonder Alastor could overthrow these bunch. You noticed Husk and Niffty missing though

The formal meeting between you and alastor came only when you were delivering some demon bodies to Cannibal Town. You dropped by where Rosie would be without checking if she had company, so you made quite an impression

Alastor blinked with his head tilted as Rosie suddenly got up from her seat and opened one of the bigger windows. Then you appeared, your wings undercovering from the cocoon you wrapped yourself around to enter through the window without breaking it. “Oh, so nice to see you!” Rosie hugged you, careful to avoid your wings even after you shifting it away from her. You returned the sentiment. “I always told you there’s no need to drop bodies for my people.”

“T wast a valorous way to ex’rcise. (It was a good way to exercise)” You waved it off. “Thy people w’re joyous to seeth me anyways, so I’m m’re than joyous to giveth those folk a valorous meal. (Your people were happy to see me anyways, so I’m more than happy to give them a good meal)”

“Oh, where are my manners? Here, allow me to introduce you to our rising Overlord friend.” Rosie guided you over to where Alastor was seat, he immediately got up when you neared. “This is Alastor, The Radio Demon, I’m should you’ve heard. And this is The Nightmare Raven.”

“Quite a pleasure to be meeting such a legend, I’ve heard tales of you!” Alastor bowed a bit, then taking your hand to kiss it. “Never in my weirdest dreams would I think we’d be meeting so causally, my dear.”

“Charm’d I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to beest meeting thee as well. Thy radio did broadcast given thee quite the nameth, broth’r and I has’t been listening and wast ent’rtain’d. (Charmed I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to be meeting you as well. Your radio broadcast given you quite the name, brother and I have been listening and was entertained)” You smiled back

Turns out, you and Alastor hit it off quite well and enjoyed your time well enough that Alastor started acting more intimate behind closed doors. A relationship even Zestial didn’t mind but he sure as hell threatened Alastor a bad time if your heart was broken in any way, shape, or form. Alastor swore, “I’d never leave such a beauty and terror alone. Why, I’d think your lovely sibling is worthy of all things!”

LIAR

The first year of his disappearance, you thought he was busy with a human contract up above. But there was none. The second year, you thought he was perhaps taking a break from interacting with you since you were a bit more clingy than he’d like. The third year, you thought an exterminator got to him. The fourth year, you accepted his disappearance and broke down. The fifth year, you were suddenly active when you caught wind that Husk and Niffty were alive but still bound by contracts, you searched high and low, but no Alastor. Not even his radio played new screams. The sixth year, Zestial comforted you and suggested you drop your interest in Alastor. The seventh year, you locked yourself in your forest. Only leaving and observing the city by your ravens

Alastor flinched when Zestial spoke of you, he eyed the raven on the ancient Overlord’s shoulder, it was on the side away from him, so he was a bit grateful. Perhaps it was a luck thing that you weren’t joining the meeting and Zestial came in your place with the raven. He did feel a shiver when Zestial spoke of your state, how you were not yourself and more drawn back and distant

He honestly never expected to leave for so long. 7 years, 7 exterminations. The times after the two of you met, both of you were tolerant of the other under your shared interest and use of the other. It was merely beneficial, like business partners. Yet he found himself more adaored by you as time passed. He had planned to confess and solidify the relationship between you two, but then came his disappearance

“May I see the darling?” Alastor asked, begged. He needed to make things right

Before Zestial could answer, or perhaps he was waiting for your cue, the raven on his shoulder screamed loudly, motioning its head as if to peck at Alastor. Then came Zestial’s cold tone, different from the previous carefree one when he greeted Alastor. “I believeth mine own sibling hast nay w’rds ‘r timeth to spareth f’r thee, Alastor. (I believe my sibling has no words or time to spare for you, Alastor)”

Note: Yes. I took a break from the requests. But you can still send your ideas for me to write. It's just taking time for me to come up with ideas on how to write it~ I love reading and writing some of your interesting and silly ideas~ Keep them coming!

Circe Y.

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ravencincaide · 3 months

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How do you want it

Summary: Dazai has gotten you many presents, and has been generous enough to let you pick which one you wanted to try first. But it was best your hurried, or else he’d pick one for you.

Pairing: Fem! reader x Dazai Osamu

Warnings: Mature content minors DNI!

This fic/drabble contains:

Use of sexual toys, mention of oral (female receiving), use of cuffs, inexperienced nervous reader with very experienced Dazai.

“Come now belladonna, if you keep me waiting I’ll just have to decide for you”

His singsong voice sent shivers up and down your spine. Butterflies- no anxious and excited snakes played ping pong in your stomach. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp as you felt him draw nearer. Hot breath hit the base of your neck, arms on either side of you, ever so often he brushed them up against yours. Hairs raised on your arms with each touch; goosebumps on your skin gave your arousal away.

Traitorous body.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he hummed closer; as he caged you in between his chest and the array of ‘gifts’ he had so thoughtfully laid out on the table. “ Well my belle?” Dazai trailed the shell of your ear with his lips, then nipped ever so slightly on your earlobe. You gasped- your perfect mask of disinterested control, not so perfect anymore. Another nip, then smirking lips landed on your cheek.

A mocking sweet touch- a taunting kiss.

“ Now that we’ve established you’re interested in my Valentine night suggestions, why not pick the ones you fancy” Dazai chuckled and made an exaggerated motion towards the table once more. All covered in pink and red and white erotic simulators and their likes. Few reasonable- many far beyond what you had seen, let alone tested.

“ We did not establish anything, I am not–” Dazai grasped your hand in his and trailed it over the phallic appendages, purposefully wrapping your hand around the largest- monstrous sized dildo. The thing you couldn’t even grasp with one hand- let alone push inside you. “ -Maybe this one bella?”

Before you could reply he moved your hand towards the rabbit vibrator still inside its newly purchased special edition box.

“ Or this inside you, taking you to highs of pleasure while wearing these-” Dazai purred as his hand left yours and grasped the skimpy underwear made of actual candy. The devil's grin was back- you caught a glimpse of it as Dazai leaned back to your ear, as if sharing a secret he didn’t want anyone to hear. And yet his voice was loud- so loud anyone passing by his office would be able to hear him; “ Imagine donna; the rabbit inside you while I eat these off your gushing pussy, one candy at a time. With you being the ultimate desert”

His body pushed up against you, hard cock against the cushion of your ass. The clothes doing little to hide his desperate need; the carnal desire that could barely wait until the work days end. Dazai pushed himself firmer against you, almost rutting the soft flesh. Scratch waiting until tonight- you’d be surprised if he could hold himself through his next meeting without either skipping it or doing something indecent under the table.

“ Maybe we should check that they fit you, sweetheart?” Dazai’s lips were on your neck, his teeth assaulting the delicate skin. Not giving you time to think, to pick, to consider- just time to feel.

“ The c-cuffs” you gasped out in between moans, finally picking your gift. The words made Dazai freeze- pause as if he did not expect that answer. Then he raised his head, the look in his eyes sadistically lust filled.

“ I agree belladonna,let's add the cuffs to this delicious mix!”

Author note: Happy naughty Valentines day! I hope this fic fills your mind with all sorts of ideas! Stay tuned for another fic update in four hours.

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narcissisticmf · 8 months

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persistence | bellamy blake x gn!reader

description: training with bellamy.

trigger warnings: some seductive behavior, gun usage, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Holding the shot gun close against your right shoulder, you aimed it towards the wooden target outside. You'd been the only one training that afternoon, everyone else was at lunch. You closed your left eye and tried your best to hit the center of the target. You pulled the trigger and missed it, the bullet drove through the wood several inches away from the center.

You released a grunt and tossed the gun against the grass and dirt, frustratedly. You kicked a rock that was by your feet as you clenched your jaw. Placing your hands against your hips, you stood still for a moment, staring at the target for a while; as if it would give you the answer as to how to shoot the center of it.

"It's really not that complicated," Bellamy's voice was heard from behind you.

You parted your lips and released a soft breath, uninterested in his instruction. "I almost had it," You avoided eye contact and reached down to lift up the shot gun, holding it tightly against your shoulder again.

Bellamy stood behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you for a moment. His eyes squinted subtly due to the brightness of the sun.

You pulled the trigger and missed by a hair again. You sighed, quietly.

"Hold it up again," Bellamy instructed, walking towards you.

"I don't need your help," You replied, looking back to him.

"Just hold it," He said, not phased by your attitude. You looked ahead at the target and held up the gun again. Bellamy's hands slowly moved around to your arms to fix their position. You could feel his breath fanning against your neck. The closeness caused a lump to develop in your throat, unable to speak.

"Yeah.." Bellamy cleared his throat and stepped back, awkwardly. "Like that," He nodded.

You felt your grip against the gun loosen from the sweat that produced in the palms of your hands. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself back into focus and closed your left eye again. Bellamy stood at your side and watched as you pulled the trigger.

The bullet swiftly moved through the red painted dot against the wood carved into a circle. You smiled widely as you stared at the hole in the middle of the target.

"I did it!" You laughed, almost baffled that you were capable of doing it. You turned to see Bellamy and he was smiling at you. That was something he didn't always do often, but when he did it was beautiful.

"I told you it wasn't that complicated," He smiled. "It's all in how you hold it."

"Thanks, Bellamy," You grinned.

He simply nodded with a smile to his lips.

a/n: hi, darlings!! so i just started watching the 100 and it's honestly so good! i hope that i captured bellamy's character well here and if i didn't, i'm sorry 😭 i'm still learning his character! love you guys mwah! — angelina

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tswhiisftteedr · 3 months

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Good Pup ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!Sciences Proffesor!Divus Crewel x College Freshman!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Professor Crewel interest had peeked. You were not from this world, and your academic knowledge was far too different from what was taught here, too different for it to be considered fair for you to study such material at the college level, a lost cause, he thought at first. And yet, he couldn't help but feel proud as you quickly rose to become one of the top students in his class. One day after potionology you had forgotten your textbook behind, and being the great teacher that Divus Crewel is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in a hallway talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Based on this ask and poll.

Warnings: Mature Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Spanking(of ass, thigh, and pussy, by hand and pointer), Choking(on dick lol), degrading names, pet play ig?(just names like pup, dog and mutt but not anything else in that area). READER IS A COLLEGE FRESHMAN AS NCR IS ONE IN THIS FIC SO THEY ARE AT LEAST 18, CREWEL IS CANONICALLY 32 SO KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ENGAGING.

Note: This is sort of a remake of ‘Personal Training’ but instead of Professor Vargas, it’s our dear sadistic Divus Crewel. Like a different Au, so the encounter between reader and professor Vargas didn’t happen here. Also why are all the proffesror mean you may ask, well the answer is quite simple… I like to bullied by authority figures/people in charge and those fics self indulgence 🤪✌️. Also for future request, if not precise what type of behaviour you want for the love interest, i will default to writing mean!dom!character or pervy!dom!character cuz that’s i like lol.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a college Freshman. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with college courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Magic analysis was like any other analysis class you had taken before the topic was just different, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was Potionology…

That class was your beacon of hope each week. You genuinely enjoyed it, not only because it resembled chemistry, making the 'laboratory process' easier to grasp, but it was also the only class where you could actually use magic! The mixtures you created could do things you could only dream of in your world. Moreover, making such complex and potent elixirs made you feel useful. You felt competent with this world's materials because of it, even if Crowley didn't find a way for you to return home, you possibly could get around. Of course, there was another tiny reason why you loved the class so much, actually it was a pretty significant one. Even in your own thoughts, you couldn't deny that you were practically drooling at your professor each time you entered his classroom.

But how could you resist? That man was incredibly hot, smoking even. And his voice, god! It was undeniably sexy. Plus, the way he addressed you was so appealing: Generally, he would call you a 'pup', 'good girl' or 'good dog' when you did something right or answered a question correctly. He'd say 'bad dog' or 'bad girl' if you made a mistake.

He would also refer to himself as your trainer, at some point asking of you and Grim to address him as "O Great Crewel" or "Master/Master Crewel" instead of "Professor Crewel", as a form of discipline.

And fuck was that hot, honestly that was the primary reason you worked so diligently in his class. Hearing his praise and being able to call him "Master" only served to fuel your fantasies.

You wondered how he could discipline you in a more 'physical' way. Would he use his pointer or his hands on your thighs and ass when spanking you? Would he continue to use the usual nicknames, or would he resort to degrading names like 'slut', 'whore', ‘needy bitch in heady’ or perhaps 'greedy pup'? The curiosity from it was driving you mad, to the point where you even considered pulling your panties to the side and touch yourself at the sound of his voice, as taught class unbeknownst to it all.

Naturally, you wouldn't actually do it. After all, even if your noises didn't give you away, the smell certainly would. (You were certain the beastman in your class would detect something like that.) However, there was a certain allure in to the scenario.

Perhaps a classmate would inform your professor, leading to a public reprimand. You picture your professor criticizing your behavior while you stand in an embarrassing position for all to see. Your skirt would lifted and he would be abusing your behind, probably edge you during the spend of the whole lesson. Then right before the bell rang, he would touch your sweet spot one last time, and right around his fingers you would squir-

Oh, right, the bell. Class had just ended. You snapped back to reality and turn to your friends. From their expressions, it's clear they've been trying to get your attention for a while.

Hastily gathering your things, stuff them into your backpack, and follow your friends out of the classroom. Unbeknownst to you, the potionology textbook you need for tonight's homework is left behind on your desk.

You soon reach the hallway where you and your friends usually sat at a break. It's lunchtime, and as per your routine, you start your daily rant about your professor to Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Sebek. Grim is also there, but as always, he is so focused on his food that he isn't paying attention.

Meanwhile, Divus was getting ready to head to the teachers' lounge to enjoy his lunch when he noticed the Potionology textbook on your desk.

Even if he didn't know where you sat during class time, he could tell that it belonged to you by the fact that it had small pawprint stickers surrounding your name on the book’s bridge. The memory of you telling him that customizing the book that way was the best resurfaced. After all you were a "good pup, so why not add the paw prints to match the statement.”, you had told him when he inquired about the decorations.

That comment made him chuckle, which brought a bright grin to your face. While it's true that he would refer to his students by such names, at no point in his career did a student use the term to address themselves. To be honest, he finds it cute that you adore the name that most of your peers detested. You simply smile and giggle anytime he uses it to compliment you, and you pout like a real puppy when he corrects you. ‘Truly adorable.’

He actually liked you. Regardless of how your entourage behaved, you were an excellent student who did not cause any problems. You paid attention in class and worked really hard to achieve the highest grades not only in his class but in others, but it appeared to him that you were more interested in the course that he taught compared to the rest. In non-magical courses, you received an average of 70-80, and your sciences marks were in the 90s, slightly higher grades.

Divus also liked how, despite the restricted male uniform, you had altered the uniform to be more fashionable with the consent of the headmaster. Instead of the dull pants that came with it, you wore a skirt that was little longer than mid-thigh but did not reach the knee. It was elegantly embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, and you wore stockings to match it. A work of art in the man's eyes, which made you even more favourable to him; he adored when someone had a true sense of fashion.

Despite your puppy-like demeanour when he spoke to you, there was a gleam in your eyes, a lustful one at that. You looked at him as if you wanted him to bend you over your desk that very instant, practically eye fucking him throughout the lecture. You may not realize that he noticed, but as a desirable man, he was highly aware of such things. He observed as you unconsciously rub your thighs together, while he chewed you up for a small error; he 'was expecting better from such a bright girl like yourself, this was extremely disappointing'.

Even though he kept it to himself, attempting to maintain professionalism, him still being your teacher and all. Maybe you weren't as horny as he believed, just slightly flustered by the charming way he addressed you, especially coming from a handsome man like himself. However, no matter how sweet you were, you couldn't fulfill his desires. He craved someone he could dominate and control, someone who to basically bully into submission. You were far too innocent and gentle for that. He assumed that if you did have any sexual thoughts about him, your fantasies would be quite vanilla in nature.

‘And oh, boy, was he wrong!’ That was his thoughts when he overheard the conversation between you and your friends, having finally reach the hallway you usually frequented, your potionology textbook book in hand.

A bit earlier,

You and your friends had started eating and you were babbling;

“Okay, lisent, like hear me out-“ you begin,

“I am not hearing, YOU out. You’ve already said enough.” Sebek quickly retorts.

“Valid point, but, but think about it. Hot mean teacher disciplines you with a spanking while degrading you.” You suggest,

“NO!” Sebek tells you horrified.

"Come on, Sebek, don't be so ip tight. I may not be into that kinda of stuff, but Y/N has a point. I don't get the appeal, but Professor Crewel does fit her type.” Ace tells the distress crocodile.

“But he's a teacher, OUR teacher. I don't understand how people can have crushes on their teachers, but openly lusting for them should be prohibited! Also, not discussed like any other normal subject!” Sebek tells the card soldier.

“I agree with Sebek, you should keep such intimate thoughts to yourself.” Jack adds on,

“Ya say that but chur tail be waggin' like an exited puppy. It’s obvious ya like hearin' bout the naughty stuff from missy over there!” Epel comments.

“That’s not-“ Jack begins, but cuts himself off, like Epel said his tail was wagging crazy so he couldn’t deny anything. So “whatever!” was all he said, followed by a huff and a frustrated growl.

"Look, I'm not saying people should go out of their way to fuck their teachers; it's just that the man who potentially would fulfills all of my desires and fantasies happens to be my teacher. And, honestly, he must be aware that his nicknames and actions would turn some students.” You say to the group,

“What? How’s that?” Deuce questions.

“Come on, it's not like you can't go to NCR if you're into things like pet play or bdsm. He must have known that each year would have some students who fit that description. Don't tell me you thought he was completely clueless towards that?” You explain,

“Well when you put it like that, I guess Professor Crewel probably knows about it.” Deuce sorta agrees.

“He’s probably just ignoring it, pushing it to the back of his mind and pretending that it’s not real.” Ace comments,

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. But at the end of day, the fact that he’s aware doesn’t change much, I still won’t get him to bend me over his desk” you say with a dramatic sigh, making both Epel and Ace laugh.

“Honestly even if there was some stellar chance that he could be into me, he’s probably in a relationship already. If he isn't married, he is most likely casually dating someone.” You add on.

“Yeah, too bad for ya!” Epel says with a snicker.

Unknown to you and your friend group, the same professor you were discussing was right around the corner, listening in on you thirsting over him.

And truthfully this was a shock to him. Sure he might have found you attractive, but also he had convinced himself that you couldn’t fulfill his desires. Now turns out both of your fantasies aligned, and he was going to make good use of that knowledge.

Now heading towards your group the clacking sounds of Divus’s heels made all of you turn around. Some of their expression where terror, some confusion but Ace and Epel looked like they were holding in a laugh.

Clearing his voice, “Miss.L/n, just the person I was looking for. You had forgotten your potionology textbook in my class, so I went looking for youu in to hand it back, you wouldn’t want to miss tonight’s homework, now would you?” He told, as passed you the book.

“Oh, um, thanks professor Crewel!” You exclaimed a bit distraught, ‘did he hear what I’ve been saying or what?’

“Try again. You know that’s not the appropriate way to address me, now is it.” He states making you rethink your words,

“Right, sorry, Master Crewel...” You spoke out.

“That’s much better. Now come along pup.” He said as he turn around and started walking,

“What- why?” you ask confused. And he turns his head to gaze at you.

“Well isn’t it obvious, you and I got much to discuss. Do not question me anymore today, or any day for that matter. Stand up and follow me right now, otherwise you will suffer greater repercussions than I originally planned to make you endure.”

“Oh, okay.” You squeak out and grab your belongs, now trailing right behind your dear professor Crewel, ‘oh, right, O Great Crewel.’

You returned to your classroom, Divus locked the doors behind you. He had been sitting at his laptop for the past 10 minutes. You were sitting on a chair, on the opposite side of your desk.

"I have magi-mailed your other professors, they have cleared your itinerary for the afternoon. Lucky for us, today was the one I had spares in the afternoon as well." He informs you.

"But if this talk was going to take a while, I could have just come back after class," you say.

"No, I must have a chat with you right this instant.” Divus replies.

You only nod, turning to gaze out of the window to ease your nerves. Of course he noticed, so he turned his lamp desk on, it was bright, then magically closed all the blinds. He moved from his seat to your side of the desk, resting on it as he looked down at you.

“Now, let’s start this talk. Do you know why I brought you here?” He inquires.

“I’m sorry sir I don’t know.” Honestly you weren’t sure maybe he overheard you or maybe this was about something else.

“Not don’t play coy pup.” He told you sternly,

“Perhaps my grades sir…” you croak out, barely above a whisper.

“I guess you decide to persevere in your bad dog act, stand up.” He tells you, sounding exasperated.

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself mutt!”

Without a word you did as you were, the suddenly felt a had push on your back, not protesting anymore you just expect your fate as you were now folded upon the wooden desk.

“Looks like your not completely hopeless, but that one time show of obedience won’t exempt you from your punishment.” He said, you felt a somewhat thin metallic object glide up your right leg, you guessed it was his pointer. “Spread” was all you heard before the words were followed by a swift whip of the pointer.

You were dazed by the feeling, not completely registering the given order. This seem to irritate Divus, as another strike came down, but this time you react right on impact, now having your legs nicely spread out. ‘Your head was slightly dizzy, was this going the way you thought it was?’

But before you could linger on that thought, you felt Divus's hands remove your panties from your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. Your ass and cunt were now exposed to him. You heard a little shuffling, then his soft breath was in your ear. "Listen, since I'm not going to say it twice. I overheard you being a little slut, talking to your friends about how much you want me to hurt you. So that's exactly what I'm going to do, I'm going to discipline you to never forget how to address me, to never talk so lewdly in front of another man, and to make you incapable of living a functional life without me in it. Now, if you understand, say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes!..sir—!”

"Good. Now I'm going to spank you, and you must count after each hit and thank me for it, you may only address me as Sir or Master, if anything other than what I've instructed comes out of your mouth or you mess up the count, we'll start over and add 10 more strikes for you to go over. Also, you aren’t to touch me unless instructed otherwise.”

By the time he reached strike 29, your bottom was a of deeper color than your regular skin tone, covered in marks and bruises. Your thighs were quivering from the constant impact of his hand on your sensitive areas. "Twenty-eight... Thank you, sir..." You panted heavily, biting down on your lower lip to suppress any further sounds of discomfort.

Crewel stopped suddenly, taking a moment to admire his work. He ran his fingers gently over your bruised ass cheeks, leaving trails of coolness where they brushed against your heated skin. "That’s wrong," he spoke out, a spank from his hand came down your ass this time. "You already said 28, this means we have to start over. But this time, we’re going up to 40."

You whimpered softly, your eyes widening in terror as you realized what this meant for your already sore ass. "N-No! Please, I apologize, sir! I'll count better!" Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Crewel resumed his merciless assault on your sensitive flesh. Each strike landed harder than before, leaving deep marks that would surely become bruises soon.

"One... Two... Three... Four..." Eventually, you reached number 40. The last blow sent waves of agony coursing through your entire body, and you let out a strangled cry. Tears trickled down your cheeks, streaming down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. "Thank you, sir..." You managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

After giving you a moment to recover, Crewel noticed the wetness between your legs and smirked cruelly. "You enjoyed that didn't you, filthy slut?" he growled, his voice lower than usual, almost seductive.

Grabbing hold of your waist and lifting you slightly before slapping your sensitive folds forcefully. The sudden contact caused a sharp gasp to escape your lips, followed by a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

"What did you just say, mutt?" he demanded, his voice dripping with malice. "No, don't answer," he continued before continuing his barrage on your sensitive areas, alternating between your lips and clit, ensuring that you wouldn't forget this lesson anytime soon.

After several minutes of relentless punishment, he finally stop the smacking of your privates. Following it by cupping your dripping folds in his hand, rubbing them roughly, spreading your juices over your sensitive flesh.

Than bringing his fingers in view for you to see, sticky liquids all over them."You see how much you enjoy this, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Your body had shook after every blow, your moans had turned into sobs as you struggled to maintain composure. Through tears and gasps for air, you managed to choke out between breaths, "Y-Yes, sir... I love it!" your tone was desperate, pleading for more even though your body ached in pain. You couldn't deny the intense pleasure mixed with the agony.

“That’s it," he praised, his voice dripping with false approval. Reaching between your spread legs once more, he inserted one finger into your tight entrance, stretching you further than you could with your own. Despite the pain, a soft moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

"Now, beg me to cum, you needy bitch in heat," he commanded gruffly, his tone harsh yet somehow erotic. Your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions; part of you begged for release, while another part of you wanted to defy him and deny him what he sought.

You forced yourself to focus on the burning sensation of his finger probing deeper into your sensitive core, trying hard not to move or squirm too Your your body ached everywhere from the brutal punishment you had endured thus far. "P-Please... sir... I need you to..." your voice trailed off as he thrust another finger inside you, stretching your even further.

"More, please!" you managed to croak out between gasps for air. Your hips involuntarily bucked against him, seeking more contact, more stimulation. Despite the pain, the combination of humiliation and arousal was becoming too much for you to handle.

Crewel chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you squirming and begging for more. Slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out of your tight entrance, teasing your sensitive spots with precise strokes. "Good," he praised again, his voice laced with malice. "Now, beg me for your orgasm properly."

Ultimately, survival instinct kicked in, and you forced out a broken plea, "Please, sir... I need to cum... Please..." your voice cracked on the last word, betraying both your desperation and submission.

His pace picked up slightly, thrusting faster and harder into your tight passageway. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries of pleasure as you neared the edge of ecstasy. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he stopped abruptly, leaving you hanging on the brink of orgasm.

"Not yet, don’t tell me you thought you would get what you want that easily, did you?" he growled, his voice cold and commanding. "You haven't earned it yet." With a final taunt, he pulled out both fingers, leaving your dripping. "Clean yourself up, mutt," he ordered harshly, before turning away from your exposed body.

You were a mess, your body trembling in pre-orgasmic bliss and frustration. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him through sobs, "P-Please, sir... I'll do anything... Just let me cum!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Divus turned back to you, grabbing you by your hair and making you drop to your knees in front of him. Reaching down, he unfastened his pants and slid them down, revealing his massive cock, hard and throbbing with desire through his boxer. It flapped against his stomach as pulled his garment down, it was veined and pulsing with need. "Much better," he said coldly. "Now, show me how much you want it."

Swallowing thickly, you raised your head and tentatively wrapped your lips around the tip of his member, taking as much of it into your mouth as you could without gagging. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the head of his cock, seeking more sensation. You began to suck greedily, your throat stretching around his thickness.

Divus groaned, his hands grasping your hair tightly as he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into your willing mouth. Your gagging and choking sounds only fueled his desire further. "That's a good mutt," he praised between heavy breaths. "You take my cock so well, you filthy dog."

You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat, your eyes watering from the burn in your nose and throat. Despite the pain, you relish the feeling of being completely owned by him, your body becoming nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. You moaned around his cock, hardly able to form coherent words between the constant thrusts.

As he continued to pound into your throat, your body shook with each powerful thrust. your hands reached up, grasping at his thighs for support as you struggled to keep him in your mouth. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, causing your mind to spiral into a hazy fog of desire.

Eventually, Divus slowed down, pulling out just enough for you to catch a brief moment of air before plunging back in deeper than before. "Are you ready for your reward, whore?" he growled, his voice low and menacing yet laced with promise.

Without waiting for a response, he unloaded his seed into your waiting mouth, filling it to the brim with hot, sticky semen. You gagged violently, struggling to swallow every drop, your eyes watering from the intensity of the sensation.

He held your head in place until his orgasm subsided, then pulled out, leaving your filled with his essence.

Your vision spun as you coughed and gagged, your body still trembling from the intense asphyxiation. Slowly, you felt your body being raised, finding yourself laying on Divus's desk, your legs folded and spread wide open, exposing your wet and swollen folds to his hungry mouth. Before you good connect 1 and 2 together, he was already between your legs, his tongue darting out to trace along your dripping entrance.

"Oh sevens..." you whimpered, arching your hips upwards, begging for more contact. Pulling away slightly, he teased your sensitive flesh with light touches before finally plunging his tongue deep inside your core, sucking and lapping at your juices voraciously. His fingers found your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly, eliciting another moan of pleasure mixed with pain.

Your body trembled on the verge of orgasm once more, as he continued to torture your sensitive spots. Your nails scratched at the desk to avoid grabbing his head, you were sure you would get reprimanded for it, the wood was left with white lines shaky lines on it. "P-Please, sir... I need you to—!" you managed to choke out between gasps for air before you was cut off by a powerful moan.

Divus pulled away from your dripping folds, his face covered in your juices. "Mhm is that so," he growled, his voice dark and menacing. "Sadly for you, I don’t feel like letting you climax quite yet, you greedy pup." He teased.

Your body shook with frustration and need, your entire being aching for release. "P-Please... sir..." you begged pathetically, your voice barely more than a whimper. Hips bucking upwards, seeking more contact, more stimulation.

For what felt like a millennium, he continued to tease your sensitive spots, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy only to pull away just when you thought you could bear no more. Sweat trickled down your back, staining the cool surface of his desk beneath you.

Finally, feeling that it was enough, Divus thrust two fingers back inside your dripping entrance, simultaneously rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. “Now cum.”

The combination of sensations was too much for you to handle, and you cried out in pure bliss as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over your. Your pussy contracted tightly around his fingers, cumming so hard to be able to see stars.

Smiling down at you, he gave your cunt a small peck. Crewel smirked cruelly yet something sweet behind his eyes. "Seems like you’re beginning to learn your place well, pup," he said before moving closer again, his lips brushing against yours roughly. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming ownership over your mouth once more, as well as your mind. He tongues wrestled violently, your saliva mixing together in a sickening dance, tasting each other on the other’s tongue.

After breaking the kiss, he stood up straight, looking down at you battered form with satisfaction. "Now, go home and get yourself cleaned up. We're finished for today." With that command, he help her up and walk her out of the school building, trying to avoid anything prying eyes. At her professor was kind enough to accompany her out, but she was on her when it came to walking home.

“See you on Saturday in my classroom, Miss. Y/n” was all he said as he turned and left for school once more. Leaving you alone to recover from the brutal punishment she had endured.

You only replied by a weak “See you sir”, but only when arrive at your door front did it click ‘Wait we don’t have class on the weekends, does that mean—‘

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jazjelspen · 11 months

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leaving on wild charted waters [pt.4]

(what if our mc got tired of Night Raven College and all it's inhabitants?)

(what if our beloved mc has...(voluntarily) been helping with decorating for the ball that will be happening in the next few days!?)

(just a “filler” chapter but it's just pure fluff and our mc having a great time with their new RSA friends + fleshing out some RSA students that I may use in future chapters/will get back to angst but as many of you know: our mc needs to be happy!

p.s Neige is actually a nice person in this series, he just doesn’t mean to come off as fake. I just wanted to write a nice version of the character for this!)

(fluff/splash of angst but it's very short)

the ball: part 1

you couldn't be more relaxed. you are currently chilling with your new friends and Rielle on the same shore you stepped your shoes in on your first day here. you all decided that after a long day of studies, activities, and fun ballroom decorating that it'd be a great idea to just relax beside the waters with everyone having each of their favorite snacks and drinks.

you and your friends were quiet since all you could all do was take in the refreshing sea air and the feeling of the breeze kissing your faces, the sound of the water sloshing and splashing also added to the calm ambience of the scene, and of course it wouldn't be complete without the screech of a seagull or the cute chirps of birds. I just can't forget to mention the same beautiful sunset that came upon your first day here also appearing in this exact moment, it really did always take your breath away. 'god, nothing could beat this view' you thought.

you noted how this time when you volunteered to help out with ballroom decorating, that no one actually ever left you on your own or ditched you. everyone did their part, some mishaps here and there, but it wasn't anything none of you could fix. you actually felt as if the work was much less with everyone actively doing their job and not slacking off or disappearing when they have the chance... these guys actually sticked by you and didn't let you down in the slightest. it was as if a splash of the freshest water just hit your face and took off a lot of stains that you had from NRC.

you all reveled in the moment until someone finally spoke up, "today was no joke." your friend, Alex Underlan, spoke in an exasperating tone as he laid with his arms and legs spread as if he's about to make a snow angel in the sand. "it felt as if this day would never end."

the next to speak was Neige Leblanc "we did take awhile to set up the decorations for the ball. thankfully we managed to finish just in time before the setting sun left!" he spoke with a smile as he looked up to see his little blue bird friends sitting comfortably on his hat. "we have to admit we did do a pretty good job on the decorating."

Chenya, an acquaintance from NRC and now very good friends with in RSA, stretched his limbs out in the sand with a loud yawn "beats me, I'm just glad that the hard part is over and we can now nap like kittens!~..."

"I agree with Neige though, we did do a pretty great job with decorating! along with the help of our fellow animal friends too it made the whole thing a bit more hectic yet fun." Rielle chirped in "I do have to admit-- Raps and _____ did an amazing job painting the ceiling and walls for the occasion! it's like those really detailed murals from waaay back then!"

Raps then replied with a bit of a sheepish smile "aww thanks Red, but obviously I wouldn't have been able to get it done in time with my favorite assistant _____ here!--" Raps shook your shoulder gently with the entire group chuckling with each other.

"hey! I'm your only assistant!" you replied with a light giggle "Raps I seriously have no idea how you're not afraid of falling from such a height-- you have immense trust in your hair." you paused " but then again i was hanging onto your hair while painting-- so I actually can tell why you have immense trust in your hair." you all just fell into a fit of laughter together in harmony at the hilarious memory of you freaking out a bit while clinging onto your friend's hair over how high you were to then feeling confident and relaxed while painting the ballroom walls and ceiling with Raps.

after you all calmed down the excitement for the ball started rising in your chest once again "honestly... i'm so excited for the ball. mostly because it's the one ball where I most likely won't have to deal with any people that have underlying personal issues that I have to deal with." you let out an almost happy sigh.

Chenya snickered, knowing well what that referenced to "nahh, no overblots here. don't remember there ever being one since I first came to this rabbit hole." he then closed his eyes as to take a light cat nap.

"me either!" chirped in Neige "but no need to fret or fear, in case an issue does come up we won't ask you to have to take care of it for us. with what you've told us you have seemed to have gone through so much already--" he spoke this next part more lowly " I should've... noticed it back when the VDC event was happening..." Neige sulked a bit but then gave you a small smile "I'm just glad you still came all this way to give RSA a chance _____!.."

"thanks Neige, that's actually... very kind of you to say." you smiled back as one of Neige's little blue birds landed on one of your knees and chirped a small song for you.. how cute and charming. "actually back then at the VDC event I honestly thought you were probably hiding under some super cute and friendly facade but turns out that it's really just you being naturally kind and well... friendly!" almost everyone either choked on their drinks or giggled, basically all collectively agreeing that everyone else thought that too in the beginning of meeting Neige at some point.

Neige paused a bit and looked at you with wide eyes and a genuinely confused smile, processing what you just said as he let out a very confused "huh?--"

"Raps Belleflowe!"

a loud interrupting and snarly voice boomed from behind the group of six, so loud it caused the little birds that rested on you and Neige to fly away! you all simultaneously turned to look at the tall and dark figure with voluminous black curls awaiting for one of you.

Raps sighed in immense disappointment as he packed up any snacks he had out back in his satchel, now looking all gloomy. "well- I'll see you guys tomorrow!.."

Chenya then turned to look his long haired friend with an almost disappointed look too "leaving so soon blondie? not staying over to grab some full grub with us?"

Raps shook his head "ahh...not today guys! maybe next time--" he was about to walk out before he quickly faced the group who all groaned in disappointment together " hey how about to make up for it I treat you all to lunch at school!" everyone still seemed disappointed yet each still gave Raps a thumbs up at his idea.

you all watched him scurry to his father who seemed to be less than pleased, almost scolding him before they both walked seemingly back to the dorms.

"I don't like Raps's dad... always gave me the heebie jeebies, keeps Raps from us outside of school-related stuff, and always gives me low scores on my biochem tests!..." Alex grumbled as he looked up at the sky.

"he is an intimidating individual.. but he seems to be very attentive to Raps and always seems to help him with all the countless hobbies he has!.." Neige tried to seem a bit positive, but he does agree with Alex on the first two things.

"a bit too attentive, I know a helicopter dad when I see one." Rielle huffed before he yawned. "well let's get a meal before we all head our separate ways and sleep like sleeping beauty."

Chenya and Alex both seemed to agree very much with this idea with how quickly they both to stood up in a weirdly comedic way.

you chuckled at this "guess we don't have to tell you two twice."

Alex laughed at your comment "you really don't!"

while the other three got up Neige gently tapped on your shoulder before you got up as well. "hey _____! if you don't mind-- could we take a photo together for my Magicam? I've posted photos with everyone except you, and I wouldn't want to leave you out!" he gave you these puppy dog eyes as he asked, you couldn't help but chuckle at this and nod.

"of course Neige, I'd love to be in your Magicam." you spoke before a bright smile grew on his face and you both set up a pose together in front of his phone's camera.

"1...2..!" and right when he was about to say three he clicked on the camera button and now he has a memory of you two! he looked over the photo "look at us! we look great!"

you nodded in agreement, genuienly impressed with how good you two looked "huh!.. we really do don't we!"

you both giggled together before a loud and sharp 'ahem!' interrupted you both. both pairs of eyes looked up to see all three of your standing friends waiting for you.

Chenya groaned "let's get going slow pokes! Im starting to mistake Alex's stomach growls to that of a lion's roar." the cat tittered before Alex gasped and punched him on the arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him.

"no they do not! fleabag.." Alex sneered.

"awwe! that hurt, blondie #2..." whined the cat.

the rest of you three lightly laughed at the scene before you as Neige and yourself got up together. once the two wrapped up their play fight you all as a group started walking to the nearest shop for a quick meal.

guess you didn't realize that with Neige posting the picture of you two later on in the day that it'd rise hell onto the campus of Night Raven College-- unbeknownst to all of you.

(really short compared to other parts but next chapter will be when the actual ball will happen and all the silly funzies stuff too. as mentioned once again this chapter and the next are basically just fluff and "filler" and to flesh out most of mc's new friends +adding sprinkles and splashes of angst here and there to at least keep it interesting!)

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spidernuggets · 5 months

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Jason Todd x Reader

"Thought I was gonna lose you"

"Oh, baby, you can't get rid of me that easily"

You slammed into the hospital room where the nurse told you your boyfriend was at. You received a call from Dick almost 15 minutes ago while you were reading Jason's annotated Pride and Prejudice book, smiling at his little comments at the side. Once you heard "Jason" and "Hospital" in the same sentence, you quickly bookmarked the novel and ran out the door.

The four Titans accompanying Jason; Dick, Gar, Kori and Rachel, turn to you, but your main focus was on Jason. His eyes closed, bandages all over his torso, IV needles stuck all over and an oxygen mask over his face. Your heart beated faster, pushing the Titans out of the way to get a closer look of your lover, gently caressing his face.

"We were told he's in a coma," Dick immediately says. "There was a messy encounter with Deathstroke and-"

"And Jason jumps head in first like always," Kori interrupts, arms crossed, annoyed expression on her face, staring down at the boy.

"We don't know when he'll wake up," Gar says quietly.

You don't reply. All you can do is lean your forhead against his, praying that he'll wake.

You're not part of the Titans, but you've known Jason for years and he'd entrusted you with his identity, and soon after, neither of you could hide your feelings towards one another for long.

"He's going to wake up. He'll wake up soon," was all you could say, just barely above a whisper.

"C'mon," Dick quietly says, motioning for the Titans to leave the two of you alone. When the three members leave, Dick places his hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"He was knocked out but.. he was calling your name when he got out of the ER," Dick tells you. "He's strong. He'll wake up."

When Dick leaves, you pull a chair up beside the bed, sitting down and laying your head beside Jason's torso, holding his hand.

And that's how it remained for the next few weeks. Jason didn't show any signs of movement but you still stayed in that chair, only getting up to use the bathroom. Even with Dick's authoritative commands, telling you to go home and that he'll watch over Jason, you didn't move an inch.

Gar was the only other person to visit Jason, and occasionally dropping of some food for you, while the others focus on missions.

"He never stops talking about you, y'know," Gar suddenly says, placing a paper bag full of greasy food on the small table beside you. "Training, fighting, debriefing, he's always bringing you up. 'Do you think Y/n would be impressed with this move?', 'I have to go, I want to hang out with Y/n', 'Don't tell Y/n I got stabbed'. I don't remember the last time he talked about anything other than you," Gar tells you, repeating all the things Jason had told him about you.

Your eyebrows scrunched together and lifted your head up to look at Gar as he handed you a burger. "He got stabbed? When??" You asked, accepting the burger.

Gar lightly laughed at the fact that you know Jason can take a punch or a stab, but would still be concerned even if Jason stubbed his toe.

"It was a month ago. He's more than fine now- well. The wound, I mean," He corrects, knowing Jason's current situation is definitely not more than fine.

You sighed, looking back at your boyfriend. "Thanks, Gar," You say, a smile tugging at your lips as your grip tightened on Jason's hand.

"For...," Gar's head tilted, confused what you were thanking him for while quickly stealing one of your fries.

You shrugged one of your shoulders. "For being his friend. He's told me some of the stuff he's gone through. How some of the other guys treat him. Without a shadow of a doubt he's wreckless and impulsive. But he's smart. And strong and brave. So.. thanks.. I guess. For believing that he is all of those things."

Gar sighed and gave you a lopsided hug. "Of course. He's my teammate amd my friend."

You leaned into Gar's hold, hand on his arm, giving it an accepting and gentle squeeze.

You remained by Jason's side a month and two weeks later, only leaving the room to go back to your house, asking Gar to look after Jason while grabbing a pair of extra clothes, plus a hoodie and leather jacket you stole from Jason.

You fell asleep, hugging Jason's arm, not noticing how his other arm went over his body and rested on your head, stroking your hair.

"Wakey wakey, gorgeous," You heard a raspy, groggy voice call out to you. You blinked twice before processing that someone was calling out to you. Your eyes widen as you jolt up from you seat and saw Jason smiling up at you.

"Don't tell me you've been sleeping in that position for long, babe, that could not be comfortable," Jason tried to joke. You didn't even realised what he said. You were still processing that he's awake.

A few seconds of realisation later, you start breaking down, tears cascading down for face and sobs choking out your throat.

"Oh, mama, c'mere," He whispers, weakly holding his arms out. You lunge forward, but careful not to lean over his bandages. You sobbed in his bare shoulder as he shushed you, stroking your hair.

"You scared me," you whimpered.

"I know, baby. 'm sorry, shh it's okay, I'm okay." he assures, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head.

"I missed you," you mumbled, your finger tracing shapes along his skin.

"Missed you too, doll," he responded. "I heard you, y'know. Rereading Pride and Prejudice, saying how stupid my comments were. Asking me to wake up. Talking to Gar 'n all," he quietly explains.

"Thought I was gonna lose you"

"Oh, baby, you can't get rid of me that easily," he tried joking once more, this time earning a skicker from you as you left a soft, lingering kiss on his collerbone.

Jason shifted to one side of his bed, leaving a wider space beside him. He patted the empty space next to him, telling you to lie with him.

"Jay, I can’t, your bandages-"

"They'll be fine, I promise," he interrupts you. "Just come here with me. I'll heal faster if I'm holding you," he says with a cheeky smile dancing across his face.

You roll your eyes, but as much as you wanted him to have space to heal properly, the selfish part of you took over and slid in beside him, craving his touch that had you starved for too long.

You lay your head on his arm and you gently wrap your arm over his waist as Jason's arm cradles your head, the other draping over your body, pulling you closer, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours. It was a deep and hungry kiss that you both missed as you tiredly nuzzle your fave against his arm.

"Get some sleep, beautiful," Jason says. "You need some proper sleep," he kisses your forhead.

You hummed in response, quickly falling into a quick, comforting slumber, Jason closing his eyes shortly after.

Bonus:

After what felt like eternity, you finally slept, better yet, in the arms of the love of your life, knowing he's okay.

After finally getting a break from missions, the Titans made their way unto the hospital to see how Jason's doing.

"If Jason hadn't start the mission on his own, he wouldn't even be in this state," Rachel ranted to Dick, the two of them carrying plastic bags full of take away.

"Definitely taking a toll on Y/n," Kori says. "That kid's seen better days"

The group stopped in their tracks, looking through the window of Jason's room, seeing the couple in each other's embrace.

"Jason's awake!" Gar exclaims.

Dick smiled to himself and started shooing the Titans back.

"Alright, Jason's okay, we'll come back later when he and Y/n wake up". He said, smiling once more at the sight of the two.

♡Might be an ass fic seeing as I tried not to fall asleep. So.... definitely spelling/grammar errors somewhere.. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed reading! ♡

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Constantine (helping Raven)

Y.N (looks like they been betrayed)

Constantine: Y.N stop being jealous. You are still my favorite demon.

Y.N: I don't believe you anymore!

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mysadcorner · 2 years

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DC Characters x Reader Killing A Villain Headcanons

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Damian Wayne

• Damian has seen you in a variety of situations, so when it finally comes around to you killing a villain he isn’t that surprised ( he’s wanted to do it many times before). He would be more worried about you and your state of mind in the moment, and probably whatever physical wounds you may also have.

• If Damian had a different thought process he certainly wouldn’t think of the situation as lightly; however, he’s done many things in his past so this doesn’t hold as much weight to him as it probably would go someone else. He’d prefer you not to have done this, but he’s fully aware that it can’t be helped sometimes.

• Damian himself would probably also kill a villain if it came to that situation and it wouldn’t traumatised him too much. He thinks quite a bit and has a plan figured out just in the case of this ever needing to happen, and after the upbringing he’s had he is well prepared for these kinds of circumstances.

• Damian would try to stop the people around you from trying to make you feel bad or guilt about what you did unless he truly felt that you were in the wrong. No matter who dislikes him when he defends you on this matter, he’ll always stick by you.

• If your killing of a certain vilain caused other villains to come after you then he would protect you with his life. He’d hide you and keep you safe for as long as possible and take out any potential threats along the way just to make sure everything goes back to how it once was.

Jason Todd

• Jason wouldn’t think too much of it at first as he’s used to doing it on a frequent basis, just like how he’s used to seeing severe violence around him very often. Although, if you were showing signs of extreme distress in doing so or being affected by something then he’d immediately try to calm the situation down.

• If this is something you don’t usually do then he’d find it very concerning for you to have done so, and would be very worried about the impact this may have on you. He’d also probably react the best to this situation and stop you from feeling bad in comparison to anyone else who may know about it.

• Killing a villain is something Jason is very accustomed to and does on a regular basis. He hates that some people in the world have been let go and are able to hurt people so often so he definitely thinks that you’re doing the world a favour when you do this, just as he does when he does it himself.

• Jason becomes very defensive regarding you if you’re getting negative attention because of this. As he does this himself quite often he very much agrees with your actions no matter your reasoning, so seeing people act this way also feels like a personal attack on himself.

• Similarly to Damian, Jason would protect you with his life if vilains were to come after you for this. Except the main difference would be his anger, he’d be relentless in his retaliation to these villains and none of them would be able to escape the justice he serves.

Rachel Roth

• No matter how many times she goes out to fight a villain she never expects anyone to actually be killed in doing so. Whether it’s your direct actions that cause it or simple influence it would definitely shock her for a little while.

• She doesn’t see this very often, so she finds it shocking that it’s happened just like the people she’s usually with would. She would never purposefully do this behaviour herself, but Raven also wouldn’t judge you if you had to do it.

• Raven wouldn’t willing kill a villain herself if the situation came up, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t happen by accident or in self defence. Even if this is something you regularly do, she wouldn’t adopt your ways for herself due to her own moral beliefs.

• Raven would try to defend you if the people who are close to her start treating you differently because you killed a certain villain; however, this may vary depending on whether she agrees with them or not. If she doesn’t agree with you then she would find it very hard to be on your side.

• She would do her best to get you to a safe place and keep you out of dangers with the help of others if she’s able to. Immediately she lets everyone know that you’re in danger and tries to get as many people as she can along side the two of you as a team in order to protect you.

Conner Kent

• Conner’s mood would completely change from the second he sees this. He isn’t the most experienced of heroes or fighters, and certainly has many years in the future to continue to experience both good and bad things, so when he sees this it’s like nothing he’s ever witnessed before.

• Conner may not understand your reasoning for drilling the villain at first, and even if it was justified he’d still need to think about it. He wouldn’t try to remind you of it or make you feel bad, but if you don’t typically do this then he would bring it up until he understands why.

• He wouldn’t openly kill a villain for no reason, but when he has no other choice but to do so then he certainly wouldn’t regret it. It would stay on his mind, although he wouldn’t then be open to doing it more often than he has to.

• Even if he doesn’t agree with the killing of the villain, he would still try to defend you. You’re a good friends and he can see past your actions when others can’t if he knows that it won’t change you into a worse kind of person and it wouldn’t be a regular thing.

• Conner may end up being out of control when he’s trying to prevent other villains from getting to you. He’s well aware of how they lack morals and care about who they hurt so protecting you from their dangers of revenge would be his top priority until it’s over with.

Bruce Wayne

• Killing a villain in front of Bruce would definitely strike a chord within him, but he wouldn’t really have the typical reaction you would expect. Depending on the circumstances he would either be worried or disappointed, but his regret for not stopping you sooner would be there no matter what.

• Bruce is very much against killing even if the person was a villain, so he would be quite strained towards you because of this. He doesn’t understand those who do things like this even though quite a few of the people around him do, it’s a big part of the philosophy he sticks to.

• Bruce would never be okay with doing this no matter how much he’s going through. He’s too influenced by his past and the things that he believes in, so even if you were justified in killing a villain he would never willing do so himself.

• Bruce would try his best to convince others not to be too hard on you. However, he may act like everyone else and be cold towards you for quite some time before this happens. He can’t help but see you differently as he doesn’t agree with what you’ve done at all.

• Bruce and everyone he’s affiliated with would do everything in their power to take down a group that was bothering you after you killed a villain. Even if he isn’t on hood terms with you, if he knew that you were in danger and didn’t have bad intent then he’d try his best for you always.

Clark Kent

• This is one of the last things he’d ever want. However, Clark is very aware of the pain and damage these villains have caused to you and everyone else, so he isn’t too hard on you about the whole situation if it was done for a justifiable reason.

• Clark doesn’t typically believe in killing villains, but he certainly wouldn’t refuse to do it in an extreme situation. He knows how terrible some people can be and the harm they can do, so if it’s something big or personal then he wouldn’t be too opposed to your act.

• Clark prefers to be seen as the hood guy who helps people so he always tries to minimise the amount of times he kills a villain, although he does have a lot of strength that can get out of hand if he isn’t careful. He also realises that things can happen without them meaning too, so although he doesn’t go out and seek to kill a vilain he wouldn’t be completely against the concept.

• You’re going to be defended by Clark no matter what happens. Even if the others decide to cast you out of the group then he would try to make it as gentle as possible and would make things as easy and calm for you as possible.

• Clark is one of the best people you could ever ask to protect you not only because of his powers but also because of how much he cares. He has a deep feeling and responsibility to look after those who are vulnerable around him, and this combined with his abilities, means that you probably couldn’t be safer anywhere else.

Barry Allen

• Barry would be very surprised and his easy and light mood would turn into a much calmer and gentle one. He doesn’t want you to feel bad for what you’ve done no matter how justified it was, as he himself has had to see others make really tough decisions with harsh consequences.

• Barry wouldn’t think of you any differently if you had to kill a villain, and wouldn’t associate you with your actions as long as they were done without bad intent. If it was a genuine reason then he could understand and look past it even if others may think differently.

• He’s still on the good side so killing a villain wouldn’t be something he would openly do or take with pride. He’d only do such a thing if he had no better choice or was doing so in self defence, in situations like these he would always try to avoid it as much as possible.

• Barry would try his best to keep the peace between everyone and stop any further disagreements from happening. Even if you were in the wrong at that time he would try to support you and treat you as a friend until the time was right to let things go.

• Barry would trying to find out as much as he can about the situation before he makes a final decisions on what to do. He would definitely ask for the help of people around him, both to protect you and to take care of the villains that may be now coming after you.

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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year

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Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Chapter 1

You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.

"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.

When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.

"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.

"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."

Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.

There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.

"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.

"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."

"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.

"You must really be something huh?" he asked.

"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.

You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.

"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.

"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.

"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.

"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."

#rachel roth #rachel roth x reader #rachel roth x you #rachel roth x y/n #raven #raven x reader #raven x you #raven x y/n #lesbian #female reader

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mechanicalinfection · 6 months

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Uhh

Springtrap cuddling a very annoyed y/n

He is sly and he isn't afraid to admit that

#art #entertainer's inbox #entertainer's request #the mechanic's crafts #digital art #fnaf #springtrap #william afton #fnaf movie #moot shenanigans #hi raven i started with you first #i knew you were going to be the first one kmeydios #they're so cute actually #y/n #springtrap x y/n #yeah

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cemeteryspider · 3 months

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It's All Fun and Games

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing! x Teen Titan! Reader

Summary: Dick Grayson tries to impress the new girl on the team by winning her a prize at the carnival.

Word Count: 403 Words

After an incredibly demanding mission, Nightwing managed to persuade the team to attend the carnival in town for the weekend. Dick saw it as an opportunity to spend time with y/n without the pressure of a formal date.

Despite being a recent addition to the team, y/n felt like someone he had known forever. She was a speedster like his best friend Wally West, who was currently the Flash in Central City, while Barry was away on an extended off-planet mission.

While Y/n chatted with Raven and Starfire, who were eager to learn every detail about her, Beast Boy practically dragged Raven away to the Love Tunnel. Cyborg convinced Starfire to join him on rides, leaving Dick and Y/n alone.

As they strolled around, they reached the carnival games, catching Y/n's attention. Her eyes lit up as she pointed excitedly at a large purple raccoon stuffed animal hanging in one of the booths above the milk bottle game. Despite the obvious rigging, Dick knew what he had to do.

Once y/n left with the rest of the gang to grab a bite to eat, he set his plan into motion.

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After an hour and a substantial amount of cash, Dick Grayson struggled to win the game, perplexing himself. Despite his skills in Gotham City, this seemingly simple carnival game proved challenging. Y/n returned, holding a red slushie, offering a blue one to Dick.

"Oh my gosh, can I try this one?" She asked, and with a feeble nod, she took the rings from his hand. Dick tried to downplay the difficulty of the game when suddenly, Y/n effortlessly landed all the rings onto the bottle necks, leaving only one dangling.

"Better luck next time, sweetheart," the carnie said.

In that moment, Dick Grayson launched a quarter at the ring, perfectly settling it around the neck of the bottle.

"You were saying," Y/n smirked.

"Sorry, Mam', I called it too soon." Y/n took the purple raccoon from him, and they headed back to Titan's Tower.

Once out of the carnival, she fell into step with him. "You were truly my hero back there, birdboy," she smiled, and he felt his heart melt a little.

"Ah, it was nothing," he tried to dismiss any effort.

"Still, I really appreciate it," she pecked his cheek and grabbed his hand as they walked back to Titan's Tower.

#nightwing #batfam #beast boy #cyborg #teen titans #raven #starfire #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n

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The Raven’s Deer _ Part 2

You guys send requests for this so fast. I thought I have time to write. Anyways~ Here it is!!

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little Sibling!Reader]

Part 1

Part 2 (here)

How the tables have turned. Before, Alastor could enter Zestial and your territory just fine, even teleporting via one of the many ravens in the city. But now, he found his own presence blocked just outside the two sibling Overlords’ domain

He recalled how Zestial and you would have radios in the mansion and even in the forest to sometimes catch his broadcast, since the two of you ancient souls were less pleased with Vox’s attitude and not his product per say. So he tried his hand at finding a radio from within your domain so he could at least request for your ears to listen to him

What he got back was nothing. As if all the radios were gone. He knew it wasn’t gone, but it was merely because he wasn’t allowed to reach it. As much power as he had over radios and broadcasting throughout the city, it pale in comparison to yours. While you weren’t as showy, you were feared for a reason

Alastor put his minions at the edge of your domain, as much as he could to cover grounds and alert him when you appeared. Not even Rosie was helping him with them since she said it was his private business with you. She’d love nothing more than to have you and Alastor reunited and be the same as you always have (maybe more), but you hated when people butt into your affairs, thinking that it was ingenuine to both demons. Then there were Zestial and Carmilla that actively blocked Alastor’s connection with you

Call it luck, call it Alastor’s stubbornness and persistence. Either way, he caught you one way or another when you were flying back from a little murder spree. “My cruellest dear, I merely wish to speak to you. Please lend me your ear and time.”

“Actions speak louder than words, Alastor. Rosie must have told you so. Your 7 years disappearance spoken plenty to me.” You had given him a taste of your nightmare aura with your black wings that mimicked that of an angel’s puffing up to make you look more threatening

“My nightmare, and I have been trying to get a hold of you for the longest time. That accounts to something, yes?” Alastor pleaded back. The fact that you used the modern way of speaking was very telling of your mood. He had to be careful with himself else risk angering you further. “May I take you to… Your favourite restaurant?”

“It closed after the third year you were gone due to angels raiding the place.”

“Your favourite hunting grounds?”

“Just returned from there.”

“Your forest?”

“You have not permitted entry.”

“Anywhere you please, name it and I’ll bring you there.”

You had raised a brow. This needy side of Alastor was something he showed to you after some time of being acquaintances and business partners. You have to admit that it was very attractive and you love seeing him like so. Your anger overpowered your curiosity as you nodded, though where to move the conversation though… “The Vees’ headquarters.”

Ruthless as always. You knew he and the Vees had bad blood yet you wish for your talk to be there of all places. If he backs down or suggests another location, you’d definitely leave him in the dust

So the two of you made your way to the Vees’ tower, walking side by side while Alastor was a bit behind. Imagine the look on Vox’s face when he saw the two of you coming to his building, worst thing was your wings were out. Not a good sign. At all. Vox was quick to intercept when you two had passed the front door

“What can I do for you, Raven? Nightmare? Mare? Uh, Night?” Vox put on his business smile, holding his clapped hands in front of his lower chest. He’d eye back to Alastor when you made no movements or eye contact

Alastor cleared his throat. “We- I’d like to use your building as a location for the dear here and I to have our chat. So if you’d be so kind as to vacate this location for a moment, that would be much appreciated.”

Vox stared at Alastor, his face showing ‘error’ on it as he went on overdrive to understand the situation. He was really curious why you were with Alastor and why here? “Ha, you think you can waltz into here and just—”

“I don’t mind taking your souls. Vox.” Your eyes glowed, looking over to the TV Demon with intensity. Hallucinations of all kind appeared in Vox’s eyes when your gaze was on him. He had to do a double take that you weren’t speaking as you normally would. “I’ve been looking for a reason to level the three of you, especially that freakishly tall one with 4 arms.”

When the hallucinations of terror stopped, Vox nodded, immediately making an announcement for everyone to leave the building immediately. By then Vox had realized Alastor did something to you that warranted your wrath

While the staff left, Vox personally went to his two partners to ask them to stop what they were doing and leave. Velvette was understanding since she wasn’t even doing another. It was Valentino that caused a problem that needed Vox to step in with a bit of convincing from your side

(You weren’t aware nor did you care at the time, but you had saved Angel from a hellish work schedule. Even giving him a breather and the idea that Valentino was powerful as long as within the building the Vees own. You certainly didn’t care about Angel and Alastor making brief realizations of each other in the same vicinity)

Sitting down at the top floor where Vox was so kind to put out snacks and drinks for you (not Alastor). Before you could disrupt the recording devices in the room, Alastor had taken that action for himself to complete. You retracted your wings to lean back with crossed legs and arms, signalling for Alastor to start speaking

You were internally screaming when Alastor was on a knee at your legs, his ears pinned back. If it weren’t for the fact that you were mad at him, you’d be playing with his ears and hair. They were just so fluffy and soft and— Ahem! You listened to every word that came out of Alastor’s lips, his confidence dying as he told you his situation that he kept close to his heart

To confirm his words, you leaned forward and hovered your open palm to his chest, as you would when extracting a soul. Yet there was nothing to grasp at; instead, there was that familiar thick collar around his neck and a chain that disappeared into the floor to wherever his owner was

The room was enveloped in darkness with stars all around, a scenery anyone could fall asleep under. The two of you floating in the middle of nowhere. Your black wings cocooned the both of you as you hugged him by the waist, “I bethought thee w’re dead. I did accept yond thee w’re gone. (I thought you were dead. I accepted that you were gone)”

Alastor hugged back, the warmth from you was so foreign but so comforting all the same. He missed this. “I apologize for the heartache I caused your black heart, my sweet.”

“M’re apologises can’t saveth thee f’rev’r, Alastor. Thee needeth to doth something. (Mere apologises can’t save you forever, Alastor. You need to do something)” You gave him a look and a pout, showing your ‘childish’ anger

The taller demon laughed and nodded as he asked what you wanted. You answered by saying you wanted to have his cooking, you craving some deer in particular. Alastor obliged to your request with delight, the two of you walking about and shopping for ingredients to catch up. Similar to who demons acted when seeing Alastor and Zestial together, demons all did a double take to see you smiling at Alastor and chatting away like old friends

Oh, speaking of. You left some money behind for Vox. You weren’t unreasonable, just think of it as suddenly renting a place to use and returning it with money. You basically gave him an amount that could sponsor his and the other two’s projects for at least 2 years, if they spend it wisely. Even though they exacted the corpse of Alastor when they returned, this was also a good surprise, no complaints

“Ah, I guesseth I shouldst bid broth’r Zestial and Carmilla yond we madeth up, else you’d beest blacklist’d in two domains…... (Ah, I guess I should tell brother Zestial and Carmilla that we made up, else you’d be blacklisted in two domains…)”

From then on, Alastor drilled it into his head to never anger you if possible. Like ever. “Hahaha, My darkest star! Your wrath is one to be feared!”

Note: Welp. Hope you guys like this. The Vees part was not planned I tell you. Originally it was them being murderous on the streets and Alastor having no room to talk. But then Reader's (somewhat) design was to be a similar similar in trait with Zestial, so... This happened

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This was supposed to be a good day

Summary: You haven't seen Chuuya in almost a decade. The humiliation of his break up with you still burned fresh, still hateful. No you never wanted to see his stuck up “I am better than everyone” attitude ever again. Unfortunately for you fate had other plans. And this time it was unlikely that he would leave you alone, even with your threats.

Pairing: Fem!reader x (ex) Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Not today fic by @chuuyaswifeandhoe. So all cred for this thing goes to her. Please check her amazing works out if you're into really painful angst!

Warnings: Cursing, angst, parents

“ Get back here you little rascals!”

Children's laughter filled the empty playground as you chased the twins around the slide. Past the climbing net, and all the back to the steps which lead up into the wooden playpen. You were just shy of catching your daughter, your fingers brushed against her ginger ponytail. A little more and– she ducked inside the round playtube with a giggle- just out of your gasp. You could hear her small hands slam against it as she shuffled through to the other side and out of your reach. Before you could follow after; you gasped, stopped and spun around as yet another snowball hit your back.

You scanned the play area until you caught sight of a head of messy ginger locks belonging to your son. Your little boy full of mischief who was in the process of throwing yet another snowball at you.

“ Hey don’t even think about it Daiki-” your playful voice was cut off as the snowball made contact with the front of your jacket. You narrowed your eyes at him, watched the way he froze mid motion with a slightly guilty look on his face. Then as you took a step in his direction, the boy audibly yelped before he started running.

You were not going to let him escape you.

You ducked, narrowly avoided hitting your head on the monkey bars and ran just a little bit faster. “ Gotcha!” you laughed as you circled your arms around the little boy. You lifted him up and spun him once, twice your joint laughter filled the silence until you heard your daughter’s cute yell; “ Me next, mama, me next!” as she ran straight into you with full force.

If she was older and heavier she might have successfully tackled you to the ground. But being the tender age of seven she was barely strong enough to make you shift weight. Still you acted along and pretended to be brought down to one knee, still holding her twin to your chest. “ Ahh Fumiko you got me” you groaned out as your daughter jumped up and down in glee. Then the two ganged up on you; with giggles small hands tried to drag you down further into the snow while the same small hands tried to tickle you through the thick coat. Your joint laughter filled the empty playground in the otherwise calm park.

The day was beautiful; chilly but perfect in the sense that you had the entire play area to yourself. Just you and your two precious twins with whom you made heartwarming memories together. Another perfect day, another perfectly sweet–

“ Y/N?” That voice sent shivers up and down your spine. The pleasant shivers of longing which made your heart shred itself in your chest mixed together with painful memories of humiliation. The condescending degrading way he had tossed you aside. The icy blue of his eyes- the twisted smirk- imagines that you had desperately hid in the very back of your mind behind lock and key were slowly coming back. Flashed one by one right before your eyes.

His words from years ago and the way you cried and begged for him, the way he brought you to your knees and then kept tearing you to shreds.

Completely humiliated.

That humiliation was twisted and turned into a tight knit ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. Filled your lungs with air; a suffocating rage. At that moment you did not know what you were going to do if you turned around and actually saw Chuuya. Were you going to yell? Hit him? Demand an explanation for his cruelty? Rub in his face that he had lost years with his children and that this one chance encounter would be the only time he would ever get to be in their presence?

“ Mama are we done playing already?” you were brought out of your trail of thoughts by Fumiko. Her expression was sad; huge blue eyes stared into yours not understanding what happened but being old enough to realize it was not something good. Daiki clung to you tightly, clearly afraid. The anger inside you subsided enough that you could plaster a pleasant albeit forced smile onto your lips. “ Yes but if we go now you can play some video games when we get home.” before the words could leave your lips, the twins were out of your embrace and running throughout the playground to collect their things.

Their childish innocence warmed your heart.

The smile on your lips faded the second you saw a gloved hand stretch towards you out of the corner of your eyes, a silent offer to help you off the ground. You ignored it, used your anger as sufficient fuel to stand up in one swift motion. You shook off the snow before you turned to face Chuuya, arms crossed over your chest.

He looked more stunning than when you last saw him. More of a man; sophisticated suit, a brand new coat and his usual hat now adored with additional accessories. He wore cologne; a musky scent which just barely hid the smell of cigarettes off of him. “ Oj Doll,Why the fuck did you not fuckin’ let m’know?” his tone was accusing, hurt and angry. His blue eyes bore holes into you so clearly demanding an explanation.

You gave him none. You did not have to; you did not need to. A part of you wanted to deny that the twins were his- but you bit your tongue to prevent that. You knew that even a blind bastard would see the similarities. Still you relished in the idea that this hurt him. You hoped this hurt was even a fraction of the hurt he caused you.

“ It’s none of your business” you stated icily, out of the corner of your eyes you kept track of Fumiko and Daiki; made sure none of his goons for hire would even attempt to approach the two.

“ None of my– the fuck?! You sold the goddamn fuckin apartment, kept this from me and just–”

“-the apartment and all its content which you left to me for wasting my time, effort and looks on you” you cut him off, old hurt surfaced like a steel knife. But no, as much as you wanted to yell and accuse him, to tell him exactly what you thought of him you decided against it. You were not going to stoop down to his level. You were better than that- better than him. And especially not in front of your twins who waited nervously for you at the edge of the playground “ We’re done here.”

“ Oj Y/N don’t you even–”

Chuuya reached out for you and you sidestepped his touch. His action made you lose a sliver of your self control in the process;“ Touch me and I will call the police; it won’t lead to anything but we both know the mafia doesn’t want to flash in front of the government.” your voice was icy as you watched him drop his hand back to his side.

His face took on a surprised expression, clearly not expecting the threat.

You took this moment to continue “ I have never been happier than in these seven years without you. Seeing you today just ruined my day and time with my babies. We don’t need or want you, so make yourself scarce.” You fixed him with a pointed look and made sure he understood each syllable that left your lips. Then you turned on your heel and left the playground. You held your head high, proudly, as you left the playground with your twins safely in your arms.

You meant every word you uttered to him, every syllable past your lips. You hated him, detested him for everything he had done to you. And yet why did your heart ache so pitifully?

Author note: This fic was written today and thus hasn't had a lot of editing. Once again it's all thanks to @chuuyaswifeandhoe. Think of it as an early next-week update ;)

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