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aventurinemybeloved · 30 days

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Summary: Aventurine wouldn't mind being your personal mannequin forever if it meant having you this close to him

Fem!reader who's a popular fashion designer all throughout the universe, currently just "friends" with aventurine here, more like sugar daddy tho- very self indulgent because I have my oc in mind while writing this lol

"Not that I'm questioning your process when it comes to your craft, but aren't you tired?"

"Hm nope, not at all are you?"

"I've handled far worse than just standing for a few hours, don't mind me friend, continue"

While that wasn't exactly a lie, it has been a couple of hours since Aventurine was made to be a makeshift mannequin for you, this was supposed to be a day to relax and take both your mind off work.

But it seems that inspiration has struck the minute you laid eyes on a particular fabric store that just got a new stock on a handful of interesting designs, without a second thought you rushed in, your companion had looked away for one second and the next he sees that you've already made yourself comfortable shuffling through the many options to choose from.

As he made his way back to your side, the faint sound of you mumbling under your breath could be heard clearer and clearer, while he didn't quite catch all of it, he was able to piece some things, one of which you wishing you had your mannequin back at the boutique right about now.

"Hey, why not use me for a bit?"

While Aventurine obviously isn't a mannequin, he can sure act like one if you need it, and that you did so you agreed without putting much thought into it, making a mental note to make him a little something as thanks.

And now here you two were, in the middle of the store as you try to pin fabric with your hands on Aventurine's body, he expected this to happen after all he's not the type to willingly volunteer for something without it benefiting him in some way, but he was not prepared for how close you'd be.

Practically an inch away from him, chest against his as you maneuver the fabric in your hands all over him trying to come up with a design in mind, his nose catching a whiff of your shampoo as the top of your head was practically in his face, he's mastered the art of keeping a poker face but a couple hours of this, no one can blame the man for cracking as time goes on.

Luckily for him it seems you've finally finished whatever it was you were doing, he can't even remember even though you were talking about it earlier, his mind growing muddled with serotonin.

He managed to snap out of it as you call over a worker to place an order for your chosen items, and of course pay for it, Aventurine beat you to it though handing his card while softly smiling.

"It's on me"

"What? Aventurine I can pay for it myself, there's really no need to-"

"I insist, it's a treat for how much I enjoyed being your little helper"

Just as you were about to contradict him, insisting even more that you should be the one paying since he already helped you, the worker has already swiped his card handing it back to him and walked off to prepare your order.

You could only facepalm, this wasn't the first time that he has thwarted your attempts at paying for your own things, he's done it so many times you've lost count, and while it's a fact that all of it combined wouldn't make a dent in his wallet, you still couldn't hell but feel guilty.

Not for long though as you could feel a hand gently patting your head, peaking up at him you could see a soft smile on his face.

"You know the deal~" he said in a singsong way

You playfully rolled your eyes

"Yeah yeah, Just let me know when you're free and we'll hang out again"

It was weird to you at first how that was the only thing he wanted after spending so much on you, but overtime you've sorta started to understand it, and want it as much as he does as well.

#aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #belle writes

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompts no 29

This one might hurt you btw

Project Bird was an attempt to create a weapon by generically engineering a child with the DNA of all three Robins in hopes he would have the best qualities of each of them.

Unfortunately the only subject they were able to produce was physically unstable due to the over-abundance of DNA and repeated tampering of his genetic code. The project was deemed a failure and all information and proof of it was to be terminated, including the child.

One guard offered to put the kid down himself but actually helped the kid fake his death. However once they were alone and outside for the first time in the childs life the kid bolted.

He lived on the streets for a few weeks, acting as the bane of candy stores and burger shops until someone nearly caught him and he fled the city. He snuck onto a greyhound bus by holding on the the end of a woman's coat while she was boarding, making the bus driver think he was hers.

Next thing he knew he was in a new city and he started all over again. This process repeated for a few months until he became interested in some weirdos in colorful outfits yelling about ghosts. He would have ignored them if not for the shiny weapons they were carrying about. Plus they seamed powerful...so of course he needed to steal them! That way he'd be able to protect himself better!

Long story short there was a portal and he left that place with the weapons, the disassembled parts to aforementioned portal, and with cool new superpowers. Yeah, he lost part of his life(?) but in his mind it was so worth it. He sets the portal up in Gotham because that place is strange enough that if something ghostly happened no one would bat an eye right? Plus his dads were here and he really wanted to meet them, even if they didn't know he was thier son.

Christmas eventually came but he wasn't cold. Not since he got used to his ice powers. He thought for a while there that he was going to go full Elsa but no, he just needed to let it out, not let it go. His own little batcave became nice and cozy. Just him. No crazy scientists, no cruel guards to mock and flick cigarette butts at him, no tubes or wires. Just the cold darkness he had always associated with safety.

Thats why the lights bothered him so much. In the labs, red and orange lights meant they were prepping the experiment rooms and that meant he was going to be in a lot of pain soon. It was no wonder he hated "Christmas lights". He also couldn't stand the smell of the pine trees people were dragging in, it reminded him of the cleaning agent they used on his cage and how it burned his skin if he touched it when it before it dried.

As much as he loved the safely of his newly dubbed "birdcage" he needed to go out and hunt for food. He Skulked through alleyways and picked pockets like a pro, the powers were so useful, even at the cost of him having to eat more. He made sure to memorize the patrol patterns of the bats and birds, which was why he was so surprised when Red Hood jumped down to him in the rich side of town while he was looking through the small army of wallets.

"I'm assuming those aren't yours."

The former experiment hissed at him, like actually hissed as he covered the goods with his body like an animal, "They are now! Go away!"

There was an embarrassingly short scuffle in which the kid lost. He didn't have the greatest control of his powers not that he would let Hood see him use them anyway, but he made sure to put dents in the mans leather jacket with his little teeth so he didn't win completely unscathed. Red Hood just seemed amused by this though and carried the kid curled up under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

Phantom (the name he chose for himself) really hoped they weren't heading for the police station. He kinda guessed those guys who made him never looked for him, but he couldn't help but to be paranoid. To avoid being taken to jail, and possibly killed, he asked the question that had been burning a hole in his head the past few weeks, "Were you a Robin?"

The way the man stiffened but didn't answer, but fortunately it became his means to escape.

Once he was back at the birdcage he began to review all his facts, he was 75% sure Nightwing was a one of his dads, 100% sure Red Robin was one and about 60% sure with Red Hood. He liked to analyze things, it calmed him down and helped him think he was more in control than he actually was. They never told him anything when he was in the labs. He loved learning new things and making friends and memories. His thought always circled back to his dads. Were they like him? Did they like learning and analyzing and talking to people? Would they want him if they knew about him?

Would they take him to a museum or teach him how to use a cell phone? Would he have to be a Robin? He didn't want to. It sounded scary and they had to fight a lot. He never admitted it out loud but he felt ashamed to be so afraid of combat seeing as that was his main purpose in life. Plus there was a new Robin who was very good at his job. Would he have to fight the new guy like a gang initiation? He hoped not, that sword reminded him too much of the scalpels. Never again.

His opinion changed a few months later. His body, the human half, was beginning to "degrade" whatever that meant. The clock ghost who gave him cookies didn't tell him what that really meant. Only that Phantom was dying. Phantom didn't want to die, he had only just begun to live! It hurt everywhere and it just wouldn't stop.

He made the decision to go to his dads. All he could tell them was that it hurt. It hurt so much he was crying. He never cried. Everything after that was spotty, like he was falling asleep and waking up over and over again but without ever leaving his dreams.

When he woke up again it was Spring and it didn't hurt anymore, but new challenges came soon after. His dads knew about him now and somehow knew about Project Bird too. None of them seemed happy, only sad and angry.

Were they angry he existed? Sad they had to deal with him? That must be it. Everytime he talks about the labs they look angry and he bolts off to hide under or behind something. Usually furniture.

Everytime he flinches from raised voices or sharp objects they look sad. Many times the Robin, Damian, would raise his katana almost as if suggesting something but Nightwing, Dick, would tell him no. Red Hood would argue about how they should "avenge thier son" or something. But Phantom was still alive? What was there to avenge?

One night his Grandpa was reading the newspaper while his Great Grandpa did something in the kitchen. Phantom sat there on the sofa staring at his reflection in the TV screen. He knew how to turn it on and stuff but he didn't understand how he was supposed to use it. Was he just supposed to...watch? And listen? Without interacting at all?

He only vaguely listened to two of his dads from where they were sitting in the nearby chairs bickering about what his name should be. He thought Phantom was a perfectly fine name for both his ghost and human halfs but apparently he was wrong.

His final dad, Tim came up behind him with a glass of water and asked, "What are you doing?"

Danny looked up from his own reflection towards his last dads and something clicked, "Oh, I have your eyes."

An wierd look his didn't understand crossed his fathers face and the sound of shattering glass sent him bolting up the stairs to safety. He hid under a guest rooms bed clutching some of the star shaped knives he had stolen from his uncle, because if Damian used them then they must be good.

Phantom never blamed Tim for his accidents. He was taking it way better than Dick, who was trying to be a brother instead of a father and tried to shove the father role onto Grandpa.

Jayson was the best of the three and was always willing to spend time with him. He was even teaching him how to read! He got him these cool light up shoes! He had never had shoes before! Dad even taught him how to color and was showing him how to aim a nerf gun and throw footballs and all sorts of stuff.

Tim was close behind showing him how to organize his thoughts and giving him life advise and answering all his questions. He even gave Phantom an old Wayne tech tablet of his to play on so long as he didn't mess with any of the settings.

Dick never liked being called Dad, or more specifically "one of" his dads. He overheard him talking on the phone with someone and appearently it wasn't that Phantom was his clone son that bothered him, it was the fact that he was a baby made between him and his brothers and it freaked him out. He knew he wasn't being fair and mentioned someone named Connor and how disappointed he would be if he knew.

Phantom just wishes he knew what to do to make everything better. But what can a six year old reasonably do in this situation?

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #nightwing #dick grayson #everyone is skeeved out #damian keeps offering to murder the guys who made Phantom #Hood agrees the others dont #phantom has severe ptsd and flashbacks #he hates Christmas because of this #the whole batfam has devolved into a kicked hornets nest #danny is so tiny and dirty and shoeless #danny likes to hide under Damians bead during thunderstorms he things Damian doesnt know but he does #jason is super protective #tim isnt sure what to do #dick wants to pretend he can big brother his way out of this one #bruce originally objected to being called Grandpa until he saw the kid was about to cry #the same thing happened with Alfred with the added bonus of Phantom asking if he didnt want him #not only was it allowed but Phantom got a slice of pie #tw: cage #tw: child abuse

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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There isn’t a lot of mochi from Tokyo revengers writing so imma make a request on that character if it’s alright and based of this headcannon I have of him. And it’s that he tends to take huge bites out of his food which leads to us to the request

The reader and mochi are just having a nice time together and then they stop across a bakery and they both get pastries, and mochi ask the reader “can I have a small bite” and the reader lets him only to see mochi take a huge bite out of the reader pastry and is baffled and a bit mad and mochi quickly apologizes saying it’s a habit he has and unfortunately it continues through the time they get ice cream mochi ask for a bite and accidentally takes a huge bite, and they go get donuts and it happens again and lastly they go to get burgers and the reader decides to try and take a huge bite of mochi burger but barely makes a dent (cause I’d imagine mochi would get the largest burger the place sells cause he’s a big boi) and at the end mochi apologizes and buys the reader more snacks/food

Okay I'm gonna be honest and just say it. I don't know much about Mochi. He never really stuck with me in all honesty. But I hope you enjoy this!

(Name) smiled brightly swing his and his boyfriend's joined hands. Mochi couldn't help but chuckle at (Name)'s antics. He was always like this when they were together and it always warmed Mochi's heart honestly.

So when (Name) pulled him to a Bakery he had read about Mochi could only shake his head. (Name) and his sweet tooth. Mochi watched as (Name) practically pressed himself completely against the display glass as he looked at the many sweets. It didn't take long for (Name) to order.

Although with how many he ordered Mochi worried for not only his wallet but (Name)'s stomach. When they sat down and was able to enjoy the pastries, (Name) immediately started chowing down. But after biting into a strawberry pastry he stopped. "Stomach hurting already?" (Name) shook his head. "No. This one is just extremely delicious!"

Mochi hummed the leaned forward. "May I have a small bite then?" (Name) immediately nodded and held out the pastry. Mochi leaned and took a "small" bite. Which turned out to be the rest of the pastry....(Name) stared at his empty hand while Mochi actually enjoyed the treat. "Hmm that really is delicious." Mochi noticed his quite boyfriend and lightly nudged him. "(Name)? You good?"

(Name) turned and glared at Mochi. Terribly confusing the taller male. "(Name)?" "You said small bite! Not the whole pastry!" Mochi winced. "Sorry. It's a bad habit I have." (Name) huffed and continued to pout. Which Mochi found adorable. (Name) warned him to not let it happen again. Which Mochi said he wouldn't.

He lied. On their next date they had gotten ice cream. (Name) had a cone of (Flavor) ice cream. Which he was enjoying very much. Until he let Mochi take a bite. "Mochi! You said small! You took a huge chunk of my ice cream!" Mochi bashfully apologized and rubbed the back of his head. (Name) huffed again and finished his cold treat. He once again warn Mochi. Mochi said it wouldn't happen again.

He lied again. This time (Name) wanted donuts. So when they got donuts and Mochi asked for a bite. (Name) was hesitant to let him have a bit. But when Mochi pouted (Name) felt bad a let him. But he once again took too big of a bite! "Dammit Mochi! I swear the next time you ask for a small bite and it's not small. I swear to god." Mochi once again bashfully apologized and promised it wouldn't happen.

So when they went out to Mochi's favorite burger joint, (Name) decided to ask Mochi for a small bite of his burger. Mochi was confused when asked. "Are you sure (Name)? You might not like it." (Name) nodded determined. Mochi shrugged and let him have a bite. Thats when (Name) tried taking a big bit of the burger. But sadly failed. Poor thing didn't even make a dent in the burger.

(Name) pouted while Mochi only laughed. Realizing what (Name) was doing. So the Mochi promised he'd work on taking smaller bites when they share food. (Name) had only huffed and glared at Mochi. So to make things better Mochi bought (Name) his favorite snacks as payment for the large bites he'd been taking.

Which (Name) hesitantly forgave him for but he gave him a finally warning. "I swear, if the next time you ask for a small bite and it's not. I will not only bite you, but I'll bite you so hard you bleed." Not gonna lie (Name) had slightly scared Mochi with that warning.

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #mochi x male reader #mochizuki kanji #mochizuki kanji x male reader

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shininglikeyoursmile · 2 years

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I have a gift for you...even though you love to complain and whine about factual things 🤣

You never thought you'd be in this position, but life has a way of doing that, throwing you curve balls. Which is how you found yourself in the dive at the highway rest stop, watching the big rigs come in.

You hadn't done it before and it terrified you.

You had seen him shuffle in the diner, grabbing a quick bite before heading out again. He was dirty, soot taunting his strong forearms as if he was elbow deep under the hood for hours. He barely spared a glance in your direction as he walked by, but it was enough to catch his attention.

You were nervous, that much he could tell. He was a week in on a long haul and hadn't had sex in months - work taking over his life. But Ari could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Sighing deeply, he took a step over to you. He had never paid for sex before, but damn if he wasn't already hard at the thought of the seediness of it all.

"How much?"

It was so quiet you could barely hear him. But you responded with a number. Lower than what you needed to make your rent this month, but enough to put a dent in it.

Ari nodded, "Follow me."

His rig was huge and its colour a brilliant shade of deep sea blue - matching his eyes, you absently thought.

He helped you climb up, making sure you didn't fall back before he climbed in after you. You pulled yourself to the passenger side as he settled in. He wouldn't look over, both of you shy.

"What's your name?"

You smiled, and answered. He smiled back. "I'm Ari."

"Hi, Ari."

"Oh," he suddenly remembered and pulled out his wallet, handing you some bills.

You tucked the money in your bra and leaned over, eyes on his,, seductively, as you lowered his zipper. There was a hitch in his breath as you pulled his cock from his pants, fisting him.

He was huge in your hands and despite your nervousness, could feel yourself grow wet beneath your skirt.

Ari leaned in to you, capturing your lips with his, sliding his tongue easily in your mouth. You hummed appreciatively.

If this were anywhere else, your stomach would be fluttering at the soft sounds he was making. His scent was all grease and filth and 100% testosterone.

Ari tugged you over his lap, your skirt hiking up around your waist. You rubbed his fat head between your lips, soaking him in your juices as he made love to your mouth.

Ari couldn't take the teasing anymore, finally reaching around you and impaling you on his cock.

It was immediate - the overwhelming passion between you both. Your lips parted briefly to exclaim the sheer eroticism of the moment as your body got used to the size of him.

He gave you a moment - not a second longer.

Ari wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he devoured your mouth and your cunt devoured him, slamming up into you in a frenzied pace.

Ari broke the kiss, burying his head in your neck as he succumbed to your body. You fingers dug into his Jean shirt, clawing at him - desperate for skin. With one arm still around your waist, he moved his other between your bodies, thumbing and rubbing against your clit.

You came fiercely, teeth claiming his naked and thick neck. You pierced his skin and Ari cried out - spilling his seed deep inside you, painting your walls a glorious shade of pearly white.

You relaxed in his arms, a shiver running up your back and through the sweat that pooled there. As you both came to, you pulled away, remembering your place, but Ari kept you close, mumbling into your lips which he swept his tongue over.

"Do you need to go? Meet someone?"

"No," you breathed. "This was the first time I've done this."

Ari pulled back, searching your eyes for the truth. Finding it there, he smiled, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I wouldn't mind company on the road if you have no place to be."

"I think I'd like that," you said, smiling.

😊

I-

HOW THE FUCK I AM SUPPOSED TO RESPOND????!?!?!? 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🥵🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵

I WANT THIS MAN TO FUCKING OWN ME . FUCK ME DUMB UNTIL ALL MY HOLES ARE LEAKING WITH HIS CUM . JUST UUUGGGHHHHHHHHH😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

THIS IS FUCKING EROTIC!! AND NOW I NEED TO GET OFFF AND YHE DAY HAD JUST STARTED AND I AM WHINING LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Why would you do that to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😣😣😣😣🤤🤤🤤😵😵😵🥴🤯🥴🤯🤯🥴🥴😵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

AAAAAGGGHHHH THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING SEXYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦💦💦

I am staring at the wall . Dumb. No thoughts. Head empty .

#YOU ARE A MENACE #etyjsgtsrtsrgjsfg #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x f!reader #ari Levinson smut #chris evans imagine

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crowley-in-arkham · 2 years

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Patient Session #1: Harvey Dent, Two-Face

Mr. Dent sat directly in front of me.

Dent: Good morning, Dr. Crowley.

Crowley: Well, Harvey, I don't think you need to call me such formalities.

Dent: We think it's better this way.

Crowley: Very well. Is it okay if I document the session?

Dent: If it lands on heads.

Crowley: Then flip.

Dent flips the two-faced coin in his right hand. Pristine Heads.

Dent: Go ahead.

Crowley: Well, how are you feeling, Harvey?

Dent: I'm sitting in here all day; how do you think we're doing?

Crowley: Understandable, but you'll have a break from-- Arkham, here in my office. So long as everyone plays nice.

Dent: How'd you get here, birdie? Didn't imagine you got caught in the shitstorm like the rest of us.

Crowley: Like you and Edward? No, afraid not.

Dent: Curt, little bird.

Crowley: Frank, really.

I snickered. Dent smiled some kind of way.

Dent: You still talk to Bruce these days?

Crowley: We grew apart after the case.

Dent: A shame; it seems he went off the radar for everyone after it.

Crowley: He doesn't visit you?

Dent: No.

Crowley: He and I weren't close, so I expected it. The two of you, though? You guys were such good friends.

Dent: He used to, 'bout-- We don't know, once a week? Then it got more sparse. Then, he stopped showin' up at all. We don't even go down to visitation anymore. Grace doesn't visit either nowadays.

Crowley: Really? I'm sorry to hear that, Harv.

Dent: Don't be; there's no point.

Crowley: If it's any consolation, which it might not be, I did visit him last week. He asked me how you were once he learned I was working here. I didn't have much of an answer at the time but-

Dent let out an amused huff.

Dent: He asked. That's Bruce for ya.

Crowley: I guess so; I never felt like I could read him, honestly.

Dent: Nobody can. We sure as hell couldn't.

Crowley: Harvey, do you ever regret taking the Falcone case?

Dent: No.

Crowley: Is there a reason?

Dent: Bird, justice was the reason at the time. The case let me learn justice was-- genuinely blind. A chance. Nothing more than a flip of a coin.

Crowley: I see; sorry for mentioning it so flatly, Harvey.

Dent: Crowley, do you regret coming here?

Crowley: To Arkham?

Dent: No. To Gotham.

Crowley: No, I don't.

Dent: Why did you come here in the first place?

Crowley: To study.

Dent: Why'd you stay?

Crowley: I don't know, to help somehow?

Dent: To bring those criminals in Gotham to justice in whatever way you could, right?

Crowley: I guess so, in some capacity.

Dent: Now, Crowley, do you regret it?

Crowley: No, of course not.

Dent: Exactly.

Dent plays with the coin in his fingers.

Dent: You understand us, and that's something I've always felt about you, little bird. You can hear us, know what we're conveying.

Crowley: You said Grace stopped visiting, right?

Dent: She's probably moved on. Married to some prick with a wallet.

Crowley: You don't actually see her that way, do you? Does Harvey think that, or does Two-Face?

Dent stays quiet.

Crowley: You're still attending your classes as requested, right, Harvey?

Dent: Yes. We are.

Crowley: Oh, how are those going?

Dent: They're-- frustrating. Sometimes.

Crowley: How's the feeling on your left side? Still, using the topical steroids?

Dent: The doctors have been weaning me off of them, but it's still a bit tender.

Crowley: I see. Are you interested in a group therapy session? I could-

Dent: Sure.

Crowley: Really? Well, I'll sign you up then. You've been wonderfully cooperative with me, Mr. Dent.

Dent: Well, I know you, Dr. Crowley. You're not bad people.

Crowley: Thank you, Harvey. We're almost at the break for this session, would you like a drink, a coffee maybe?

Dent: Coffee'd be nice.

Crowley: Hold tight.

END SESSION NOTES.

OBSERVATIONS: Abnormally calm compared to records on his file, reestablished trust. Of course, I'm a bit hesitant when it comes to treating him, a by-product of my predisposition towards him I'm sure. I'm taking note of that now, for further reference.

#dc comics #arkham asylum #dc universe #batman rogues #batman villains #dc #working at arkham #gotham rogues #crowley in arkham #harvey dent #two-face #patient sessions

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