Years ago, you accidently helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse, being promised a “Favour” in return. Now, desperate, you seek them out to cash in your favour.
TW: mentions of abuse, sexual assault, and fighting after the cut.
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The situation that gave Riley said offer had been very mundane, which had made it all the more bizarre. She had been driving when she spotted a slightly older gentleman, maybe 10 or 15 years older than herself, on the side of the road cursing out his phone. He seemed panicked.
She didn’t know what made her pull over, but she had the tools in her car to help and figured it couldn’t hurt. The man seemed suspicious at first, then rather embarrassed when he admitted to not knowing how to change it, though he did have the spare. So, Riley helped him.
He was littered with scars. He’d taken off his nice jacket and rolled up his sleeves, insisting on at least helping, and she couldn’t not see them. His whole vibe had been vastly different from his personality. Though she later found out why she got these mixed signals.
When the change was finished, he’d revealed who he was: William Balthasar. The William Balthasar. The one who lead the local mob and controlled a lot of the economy and social welfare in the area from underground.
But, he gave an offer to her instead of threatening or killing her like she’d expected. Told her that he owed her, one favor. One favor that she could call in whenever and gave her the number to a burner phone that he kept on him personally.
It took all of two months for Riley to feel like she was going insane with the weight of the offer, and she decided to just call it in and get it over with. She had a big move that she couldn’t quite afford, moving across the country for a job. And when she *did* call William, he’d laughed.
“This wasn’t what I mean’t.” He’d hummed, amused by the easy task she was giving him. Nonetheless, he’d arrived with a team of strong men and women alike and even personally drove her to her new home. They even stayed to help unpack, and Riley felt she at least should buy them some beer and pizza for the trouble.
As the group left, though, William hung back, a soft and amused smile on his face.
“I’m happy to help, but this isn’t your favor. Save it for when you really need it. I’ll see you around, Sweetheart.” And that was that. She still had her favor, but the weight felt less heavy having spent some time with him and some of his members. They’d all been kind, and seemed rather happy for the mundane, three-day job across the country.
It had been nearly five years since then, and Riley truly didn’t need anything from William in that time. She was beginning to doubt he even remembered her. The few opportunities she had to go back and visit her home town, though, she’s spot some of the members who helped her move, and they always smiled and waved. But things were good, and she had no need for such a serious favor.
Then it happened.
She had moved about six months ago, back home to be closer to family with a well-paying remote job, and with a boyfriend of three years. 
Years ago, you accidently helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse, being promised a “Favour” in return. Now, desperate, you seek them out to cash in your favour.
c/w : not proofread, fluff, childe x reader, drabble, maybe ooc..
Childe knew you were the one.
He knew it when you helped him take care of his younger brother who came down with a fever. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you—not for the regular reason, no. This time it was out of admiration. You cared for his family just as much as he did—just as much as you did for him.
He knew it when you’d scold him for being so reckless. “I was so worried Ajax. Be more careful next time.” He’d laugh it off but deep down he so desperately wanted you to keep scolding him. To keep telling him off and worrying about him.
He knew it when he saw how hard you work to take care of the things he leaves for you. He often leaves you with random tasks no matter how much you complain. When he comes back to see it’s been completed his heart warms.
He knew it when you sticked with him even through the most complicated of times. His job always makes something harder no matter what it is. You stay with him despite the lies and excuses. Your trust in his ability to keep you safe and not push himself keeps him grounded.
He knew it when he noticed your unconditional love. He’s never said a thing to you about his crimes, but he’s sure you know. He’s slipped up a few times near you, but you’re still with him despite it all.
He knew it when he saw that look in your eyes. The look of love some may say. He particularly sees it right before he heads on his so called ‘Work Trip’. That look of worry, warmth, admiration, and affection all in one all for him was too much. He knew he needed to see it over and over till the world ends.
a/n : I felt the need to write genshin..have a good day/night
c/w : not proofread, fluff, childe x reader, drabble, maybe ooc..
Childe knew you were the one.
He knew it when you helped him take care of his younger brother who came down with a fever. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you—not for the regular reason, no. This time it was out of admiration. You cared for his family just as much as he did—just as much as you did for him.
He knew it when you’d scold him for being so reckless. “I was so worried Ajax. Be more careful next time.” He’d laugh it off but deep down he so desperately wanted you to keep scolding him. To keep telling him off and worrying about him.
He knew it when he saw how hard you work to take care of the things he leaves for you. He often leaves you with random tasks no matter how much you complain. When he comes back to see it’s been completed his heart warms.
He knew it when you sticked with him even through the most complicated of times. His job always makes something harder no matter what it is. You stay with him despite the lies and excuses. Your trust in his ability to keep you safe and not push himself keeps him grounded.
He knew it when he noticed your unconditional love. He’s never said a thing to you about his crimes, but he’s sure you know. He’s slipped up a few times near you, but you’re still with him despite it all.
He knew it when he saw that look in your eyes. The look of love some may say. He particularly sees it right before he heads on his so called ‘Work Trip’. That look of worry, warmth, admiration, and affection all in one all for him was too much. He knew he needed to see it over and over till the world ends.
a/n : I felt the need to write genshin..have a good day/night
The angsty/bittersweet retirement/separation Superbat fic that lives rent free in my head but that i’ll probably never write:
bruce is early/mid 60s, still active as batman (though maybe doing a bit less field work), and during a recent fight he got a pretty serious injury bc he made a mistake bc his body just couldn't quite keep up with his mind and he very easily could've died had the situation been a bit worse
he realizes that he has to retire, that putting himself in the field is putting him and every one around him at risk, and he can longer effectively be batman (he also resigns from the JL)
he is not happy about this, he is not taking well to retirement and he is taking his frustration out on the people around him, namely clark
bruce and clark have been married for like two decades
clark, though having physically aged, still has all his superpowers and is still just as physically capable as ever
it starts to be really hard for bruce to be around clark bc clark is a reminder of everything he's had to give up and the knowledge that clark will never have to give up being Superman is just hitting all his sore spots
bruce decides to ask for a separation after a few months and clark is devastated
bruce is clear that he doesn't want a divorce, and he doesn't want this to be permanent, but he can't be around clark right now. he won't be able to fully accept and make peace with retirement while superman is always there and he doesn't want resentment and frustration to build and ruin their relationship in a way that can't be salvaged
there are tears on both sides but they come to a mutual agreement, bruce stays in the manor and clark moves back to metropolis
despite the separation, they do actually stay in contact pretty frequently, they text each other often and call once a week, and after the first few months i think they even have weekly dinners together (while their marriage is put on pause, i still very much want the sense that they are still best friends and they still care about each other immensely)
i have this image of a scene early on of bruce going to dinah for advice and mostly she recommends a therapist but she also tells him that one of the reasons he's having such a hard time with retirement is bc his whole life revolves around batman (he met his husband through batman, his kids through batman, all his friends through batman, he had no hobbies outside of batman, the bruce wayne persona is completely fake for the sake of batman, etc) and what he really needs is to build a life outside of batman. Make some friends, find a hobby, join a book club, etc
bruce really takes this to heart bc he realizes it's true and thus begins bruce's journey towards acceptance
i think his first outlet would be doing some hands-on volunteer work at a homeless shelter or something like that, and while it would feel a bit awkward at first it would end up being very rewarding as it would help fill the desire to be doing something tangible himself to help beyond just throwing money at organizations
he would also start making friends through this with other volunteers and making connections with people of all different ages and backgrounds and they would expose him to a lot of aspects of civilian life that he's never really experienced before (like normal hobbies and getting into tv shows and just other mundane things)
he would have a moment during a shift where he realizes that he feels content for the first time since retiring and while he's not magically better and he's still struggling, he feels like he can finally see a path forward where he could be happy
interspersed would also be a lot of scenes of bruce talking with other heroes who have retired/chosen civilian life and how they cope
meanwhile, on clark's side of things, the complete change in routine and the situation with bruce, makes him realize that he wants to retire and this is causing him a lot of conflict
quite frankly, he's tired. he's been doing the superhero thing for about 40 years, all on top of having a normal civilian life, and while he loves doing and he finds it immensely rewarding, he's tired--he wants more time to himself, he wants more time with bruce now that bruce is retired, he wants to experience normal civilian life things that he hasn't had the chance to (esp the more he hears about what bruce is doing)
the world is also very different from when he started out as superman, when there was only a handful of superheros. Now, there's tons of superheroes, many of whom he's trained himself who are more than capable of taking over his responsibilities
i feel like a lot of superman is rooted in a sense of responsibility and duty--like bc he has the powers he has, he has a responsibility to use them and help people, so he would be held back a lot by guilt and feeling like it would be his fault if people got hurt bc he gave up being superman
there's also the guilt of knowing how hard a time bruce is having and that bruce would give anything to be in clark's position, to never have to give up being a hero and wanting to retire feels even more selfish
i think his main confidants would be diana and lois, probably the only people he would feel comfortable talking to about this and who he knows would keep it a secret, but they both encourage him to retire and help talk him through it
his arc would focus on his overcoming the guilt he feels for retirement and accepting that he doesn't have to take on the responsibility of the safety of the entire world and that he's done enough and earned retirement if he wants it
eventually, once he feels more sure of his decision (like 10-11 months into separation) he sits down and tells bruce that he wants to retire
bruce would feel a lot of complicated emotions about it but is taking a lot better than clark thought he would
bruce has had a lot of growth during their time apart and has really come a long way to being okay with not being batman, and though he doesn't fully understand, he hears clark out and finds that he's strangely okay with it (surprising both himself and clark)
clark would then start working officially toward retirement--making the announcement, resigning from the league, and he'd give lois one last interview to officially announce his retirement to the world
a little over a year after their separation, they're both in a much better place and bruce finally invites clark to come back and they have a very sappy reunion
i've left out so many details but this has been my go to fantasy for a while so please feel free to ask about it, i'd love to talk about it more
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no because he does it on purpose. makes u drink water alll day, eats you out for over an hour too. he keeps you in a mating press while he fucks you, absolutely bruising your cervix. you've been whining and creaming around him and it's just not enough "c'mon baby... give me what i want and then you get a break" he laughs when you shake your head, voice breaking a little, "i cant!" and he sounds like he's genuinely being motivational "oh sure you can baby... c'mon" and he lifts your hips slightly, slamming against your g-spot over and over. sure, the whole compound can probably hear you, and you won't be able to walk tomorrow, but when you feel the wetness drenching the small space between you two and head jasons little "that's it... that's my fuckin' girl. make a mess f'me" over the fog of it all, it seems worth it.
Or: you're going through one of the most stressful points in your cycle, and your favourite men are here to help out. With Ayato, Baizhu, Tartaglia and fem!reader.
TW: mentions of pregnancy, sexually explicit
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Ayato
Is cooped up in his office when you approach him, holding together what little of your sanity remains. He doesn’t look up from his papers. "Is something wrong, dear?" he asks absently whilst flipping through paperwork. He has no clue that something is wrong. He’s sitting on a bomb that’s going to blow up in his face.
You push his files and binders aside, sitting on the table and planting your feet on either side of his thighs. “Do you know what time it is?” you hiss with venom. He blinks away the flash of surprise on his face, cataloguing your presence and what’s changed. Messy hair, eyes glazed over… ah. Your figure has filled out a little more, particularly at your breasts and stomach, and your chest is heaving. You’re clutching at the table so hard, your nails could split the lacquer. It’s obvious there’s only one thing on your mind, as your gaze lands at the seam of his trousers. He finds it cute to see you so desperate, when he hasn’t even done anything. It’s far more adorable to know that it’s because he doesn’t have to.
“Ah… so that’s why you came to disturb my work. I was in the middle of something very important, you know?” He smiles teasingly, even as he leans in, catching your scent. Sweeter, muskier. He doesn’t know how he could miss such a thing.
You grab him by the collar. “The only job you have, as the clan head, is to provide the family with an heir.” With that crazed look on your face, the heat radiating from your face into his skin, he can’t possibly refuse his sweet wife.
“An heir, you say?” He stands up, lifting you into a bridal carry. You squeak at the sudden change in position. “Well, my dear… if you’re so insistent on performing your duty, I’ll just assume you are prepared to be put to work for the next day or two.”
Baizhu
He already tracks your cycle religiously, with a calendar you both keep in your room. That morning, when you’re late to get up, he already knows why. He’s pressing a cup of tea into your hands and making you soup to settle your stomach, already giving you a lecture. “It is extremely important to hydrate well,” he drones as he hands you a bowl and a handful of dates. “You’re also low on iron.” You roll your eyes as you eat, more focused on the sliver of his stomach shown by his tight-fitting outfit.
You remember how ovulation felt before you had your lovely fiancé: painful, miserable and sexually frustrated. Now, you have a well-oiled machine of a routine: you sit in the back, doing tasks around the pharmacy that are much less frustrating than regular customer service, such as checking inventory, brewing medicines, and managing the slots for consultation. The pharmacy closes at regular time, with no hitches, and you and Baizhu are both locked in the bedroom by six sharp.
You grip his shoulders, crying out as he adds another finger to your overstretched hole. He shushes you, thumb circling softly around your clit as you clench, which only makes you bear down harder. Your fiancé might be an ailing man – it in no way means he isn’t a quick study. Or that he can’t make your eyes roll back with just the press of a few fingers against your sweet spot. He kisses your temple with reverence, even as you gush around his fingers.
“I’ve been noticing how you’ve been complaining less of mittelschmerz,” he remarks. “You present with fewer instances, and of each instance, you report a decreased severity of pain.” He chuckles indulgently as you squirm. “However, I do think we should go for another round, just to make sure.”
Tartaglia
No hide nor hair of you has been seen for three days now. It’s starting to worry your clingy boyfriend. He regrets all the times he’s gone on missions for longer. How lonely you must have been during those times… A taste of his own medicine shouldn’t hurt him, he supposes.
He asks around, but everyone gives the same response. “She’ll come around. Just leave her be,” they shrug. The very thought of leaving you alone when you could be depressed, or scared out of your mind, or archons forbid, hurt… It leaves an acrid taste at the back of his tongue. His skin crawls, until he can’t stand it anymore and turns up at your door. You answer, rubbing your bleary, red eyes, standing in your pajamas. Instead of your food delivery, in front of you stands your boyfriend, arms crossed.
“You didn’t talk to me for three days.” He frog-marches you into your living room, setting you down on the couch. “You know how worried I was? I was going to put posters all over Snezhnaya, ask for the Tsaritsa to put the country on lockdown…” He notices you guarding your stomach, brows furrowed. “What happened, sweetheart?”
You explain what it is: you’re ovulating, and it hurts. You feel on-edge all the time. Everything you eat makes you feel sick. He listens to it all, brow furrowed. “I’ll clear up some of this. You should go and rest up. I’ll be back soon, OK?”
True to his word, he’s back within minutes. You watch him, forearm muscles flexing as he does chores, and something flickers at the base of your gut. He pads into your bedroom, voice soft.
“Hey, sweetheart. I’ve—” You cut him off with a hungry kiss, sucking his tongue, and your eyes press shut, moaning. This is exactly what you need. He kisses back hard, letting a hand wander down your front until it rests over the swell of your lower belly. He pauses, then tugs off your trousers. “You know, I know of a way to get rid of these cramps. All I have to do is touch you right here—” he thumbs at your clit over your panties – “and they’ll be all gone.” He gives you a rakish grin. “How about it, sugar?”
from millie: listen… i have no excuse to be writing another smut blurb but that i am practicing my writing LOL, don't throw tomatoes pls… (also no way am i moaning childe in bed LMAO wtf)
warnings: light smut, afab reader.
Puffs of his breath tickles your cheeks, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours as his hips piston in and out of your cunt. Ajax hisses, breath stuttering and knuckles whitening from how tight he is gripping the pillow below your head.
"Fuck, baby. Missed me that badly?" He sighs, "You're squeezing me—shit—so tight!"
Your own hands wander his body. From his nape, to your nails scratching his muscled shoulders. You leave your own marks on the expanse of his milky skin, red scratches decorating his back. Your back arches when he hits a particular spot, your pussy clenching around his dick.
A moan of his name leaves your lips, "M-missed you… Ajax." The knot in your stomach tightens and tightens, until you unravel. Your hands immediately find his ginger locks, gripping them tightly that causes him to fall apart.
Your moans and how tight you clenched around him as you came drives him to chase his own orgasm. Ajax lets go of the rhythm he set, frantic in his thrusting as he presses your thighs to your chest. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the back of your thighs.
"F-fuck… Cumming—let me cum inside you, baby." He begged reverently on your lips, hips stuttering as he struggles to hold back. You nod feverishly, the tip of your tongue swiping out to wet yours and his lips.
His whines rise in pitch, muffled only by how he's breathing it into your neck. His own orgasm washes over him, his spine tingling as warm spurts of cum coats your insides.
Ajax carefully lowers his on top of yours. Sweaty skin on skin, he sighs out contentedly into your neck. A smile on his lips as he presses more kisses above your heartbeat.
✦ Between sadism and masochism, this man will always lean towards the latter.
✦ He loves and hates his hair getting pulled; loves it because of the way it makes his whole body shudder and tingle his senses, but hates it because it makes him cum faster than he'd like.
✦ Don't overthink or hesitate if he asks you to choke him harder, he means it. Even as his vision starts to blur and it gets tainted by black dots, he is really into edge play and it intensifies his orgasms.
✦ If you're a nervous person, he will constantly reassure you he's been through worse and tease you by saying he's tough to break.
✦ He is as versatile as they come; he will be a cocky service top one day and a bottom brat the other.
✦ Despite all his teasing, he is into being told what to do.
✦ He prefers being a giver rather than a receiver.
✦ He is very vocal; trust there's not a solid minute of silence with him. Either it's teasing comments to try and get a reaction out of you, groans, moans or whines– this man does not shut up.
✦ Insane stamina and endurance. Multiple rounds and marathon sex are not unusual with him. It could be the fifth round and he’d still be going like he just started.
✦ He can ejaculate an unbelievable number of times in a row. He rarely has orgasms without ejaculating when going for too long, but most of the time it keeps coming out like he’s got an endless supply.
✦ Cannot stay still for too long. If he’s the one deciding, he’ll be constantly switching the position and angle.
✦ Does not have a favourite one, but prefers the ones where he has a clear view of you or you’re closer to each other. e.g. lotus flower, missionary, cowgirl.
✦ Average girth, but makes up for it with his 8 inches when soft and 9.3 inches when hard.
✦ Has crazy patience and self-restraint when he’s in control. Enjoys slowing the pace just to take in your face contorted in a mix of frustration and pleasure; the sound of your whines and complaints is like music to his ears.
✦ Blood kink… (please hear me out)
✦ If his partner can menstruate he loves having period sex with them.
✦ Has come before just from the sound of your voice praising him.
✦ His hydro vision is used during foreplay.
✦ Extremely sensitive nipples.
✦ Obsessed with temperature play if you have a cryo or pyro vision.
✦ He’s a fucking freak, he's up to trying anything you propose or are comfortable with.
✦ Despite all of this, he’d do everything in his power to make his partner feel comfortable during intercourse. 30% of the time he’d rather go slow and be gentler, taking his time and relishing in the shared intimacy.
✦ Most of his taunts have an underlying care in them. Questions similar to “you like that?” are used both as teasing and to make sure you’re feeling good like he is.
✦ Oral fixation!!
✦ LOVESSS kissing you all over, nibbling you, leaving marks, and trailing down your navel before teasingly removing your clothes with his teeth.
✦ Often bites you hard when coming for the last time, staying put in the same position and riding out the high until your breaths regulate and your heartbeats return to normal.
✦ He does NOT play about aftercare.
✦ Lazy conversations as he nuzzles your skin and asks how you’re feeling.
✦ Reverently places soft kisses here and there before leaning up after a while and finally kissing your face and lips.
✦ Let’s you know how much he loves you while you two get cleaned up and does not leave your side for the next couple of hours.
ITS FINISHED I CAN FINaLLYY MOVE ON WITH MY LIFEEE!!!!
This is my longest anything by a lonnnnnnggggshot. My literal second longest animatic is 1 minute, THIS IS ALMIST 5 MINUTES LONG. Or my others are unfinished. I love bendystraw. I had so much fun making this until color picking. I love bendystraw. The universe tried killing me 3 times making this. I love bendystraw. If u say this is ooc u hushhhh. I love bendystraw. Au where they get to have normal problems for once. I love bendystraw.
