#poll results

[pollsgalore]

Why did you choose the 2nd language that you learned in school? (Such as choosing to learn Spanish in high school)

It was mandatory because of the country's official languages

I like the language

Lived closer to one of the countries with the language

A relative knew some of the language, so I took it because of them

Unsure of why I did ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Other reason why you chose

See poll/I didn't have to take a 2nd language class in school

Voting ended onSep 17, 2024

[kiraeta]

Being missed so deeply is the price of being loved so much

Yap session:

I was thinking of making an animatic or something similar, but I lowkey haven’t been feeling it (ㆀ˘･з･˘) So I’m going to settle with this before the trend dies 😭

Anyways, I had a lot of fun adding random little details in this. I don’t usually put this much effort into a mini comic, but I think the colors turned out really well, soo I’m happy :3

But I thought yellow would be a good choice for the focus color because to me it feels like nostalgia (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Lmfao i am not explaining any symbolism there might be in this. You got that

[dididc]

Poll’s results

[artistworms]

Genuinely he is one of the nicest people in the show, give the man a hug

[myboykillme]

Fuck man, I had a busy last week but here it is! Long story short, Ren breaks into your house and finds you masturbating on your bed... So yes. Hope you all like it!

Word count: 2.6k

Tw: Stalking, obsessive yandere behavior, dub-con, smut!

Minors don't fucking interact

Smut under the cut :3

Ren slipped out of his cheerful persona, after a full day of entertaining your little fantasy he had to return to himself. He carefully put the wig onto the stand next to his desk, glancing at the collection of cutesy clothes. Scoffing at the sight of them, he was mad at the world for not letting him be exactly what you wanted…

It's all alright tho, it's fine, he loves you, you love him too right? He loves you so much, he doesn't even mind changing himself for your pleasure, you must love him after all this effort… You have to, there is no other choice.

After a bit of spacing out, the turtle neck was also removed, letting his tattooed skin breathe in the chill of his room. Now there's only one thing left to do, the piercings. The jewels glinted in the room of his monitor, your sleeping form illuminating the room as he started screwing them back in. The little spikes fell a few times as he struggled, this practice getting a bit tiring after a while, but alas the snake bites and septum took their place on his face.

You looked breathtaking as you slept, hugging the plush he brought you while wearing his hoodie. The definition of perfection was before Ren's eyes, oh you, he loves you so much. Warmth went through his entire body as he watched you toss and turn, god he has to see it in real life. Hurriedly, he threw on a black hoodie and a mask. Anticipation made his heart beat faster, wonder if you minded if he took a pair of panties for later, you wouldn't mind right?

His angel…. With quick and practiced steps he soon arrived, in front of your apartment, for now. The hallway was dark and quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city that never truly sleeps. Ren crept silently down the dimly lit hallway of the apartment building, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the door to your unit. He had been thinking about this moment all day, the thrill of sneaking in to admire your divinity, to see you in the privacy of your own space. With a deft hand, he picked the lock, the mechanism clicking softly as the door swung open.

The apartment was dark, but Ren could make out some things from the moonlight seeping in through the window. He slipped further inside, closing the door softly behind him. The sound of his heartbeat deafened him for a while as he got closer to your door, but something caught his attention. A sweet sweet moan of his name, oh you want him here watching you, right? You must have known he was coming, and you're putting on a show just for him. What a sweet angel you are. As he crept closer, he heard even more of the soft, rhythmic sound - the unmistakable sound of self-pleasuring. His cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of you, lost in your own world, unaware of his presence.

He approached the bedroom doorway and he could feel himself getting lightheaded, kneeling down to look through the keyhole. There you were, sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but his hoodie. Just for him, just for Ren… The sight of you in his clothes, the fabric clinging to your frame, sent a surge of possessiveness through him. One hand was buried between your thighs, moving in a steady rhythm as you pleasured yourself, lost in your own world, occasionally whimpering his name. His angel wouldn't mind if he continued watching, maybe even touching himself… This is all fine since you're all his.

Ren watched, transfixed, as your back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping your lips. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to palm his cock as you did this for him. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the confines of his jeans, wanting to be set free. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his aching flesh as he watched you, and probably that's what you want him to do too. Why else would you wear his hoodie and touch your sweet sweet cunt? As quietly as humanly possible he freed his aching cock, covering his mouth as his hand went up and down, relieving a bit of his tension.

More and more, Ren just wanted to feel your delicious nectar flow down his cock as he fucked you silly. This is fine too, it's all fine, what he's doing is fine since it feels so good. His poor cock is leaking onto the floor from the sight of you playing with yourself, his grip getting harder. How can someone like you even exist? So gorgeous, an angel just for him. Faster and faster, his hand now starts to match the pace of your fingers. The hazy pleasure started clouding his judgment, a good boyfriend never leaves traces. But before he knows it he cums on the floor, like a pathetic (stalker) lover groaning your name.

He watched, your eyes fluttered open, and you let out a scream of shock, shutting your legs. “WHO ARE YOU?” Ren moved quickly, zipping up, opening the door, covering your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. Poor little angel, you're a bit confused, aren't you? Now trying to scream even more as he held you down with one arm. So beautiful, the cum on his hand dripping down, decorating your skin, it's getting on your lips. He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you.

"Shhh, I won't hurt you," he whispered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Don't be scared Angel” You struggled even more beneath him but didn't dare to talk, the vulnerability of this situation making you shake. But as you looked up at him, you saw the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of you splayed out beneath him, wearing his hoodie and nothing else. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions cursing through you now. He looked almost like your boyfriend, Ren but your sweet boy would never do that to you.

"Who are you?" You tried speaking, but your voice echoed through his head, making it sound like whiny begs and pleads. Your brain was telling you to fight him, but his familiarity made you feel scared and turned on at the same time. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He ignored your questions, his attention focused on your spasming pussy, begging for him to touch it. "You look so fucking hot, angel," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I have to…” You wanted him to touch the aching heat between your legs. Didn't you?

With that, he pushed his filthy cum stained fingers into your mouth, wanting you to taste him as he helped you. Your chest rising up and down fast, so needy for more… His fingers trailed down your stomach, then lower and lower, finding your slick, swollen flesh. Ren wanted to be inside you as much as you craved the release, but this was about you. He paused there, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound. Your hips bucked up, seeking more contact, more friction. You're such an insatiable little angel, greedy for pleasure. Ren's eyes flashed with triumph at your reaction.

You could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his want. A part of you screamed to run, to push him away. But another part, a darker part, thrilled at the allure of this handsome man. After all, the two of you were meant to be, you can feel that.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice cracking at the need he was feeling, Ren's eyes looking into yours for affirmation. He only wants the best for you, for you to feel as good as he did, a reward. "Tell me you want my fingers inside you, filling you up. Beg me… “ His obscene words sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core, a mysterious stranger offering to relieve your horniness. Your walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, to be stretched, to be used for his pleasure.

You were trembling now, your body burning up with a fever only he could quench. You needed his help, there was no use resisting even if it disgusted you a bit on the inside. All you could do was say your answer breathlessly, a broken, desperate sound that echoed in the charged silence of your bedroom. "Please..." The word slipped out before you could stop it. A plea, a prayer, a demand.

You didn't know what you were begging for anymore. All you knew was that you needed something, needed him, with a desperation that consumed you whole. Ren's fingers flexed against your mound, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just enough pressure to make you see stars. "Please what, angel?" he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good girl."

His other hand slid from your mouth to wrap around your throat, his thumb and forefinger encircling your delicate neck. Not squeezing, not yet. Just... holding. Claiming. Owning. A toy. You were trapped. Trapped under him, trapped in his thrall. Trapped in a web of fear and desire so intense it bordered on pain. And still, you couldn't look away. It's disgusting how despite the fear your body and mind still craved the sweet release.

"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking on a sob. "Please, I... I need... I need..." The words died in your throat as Ren's fingers pushed past your folds, sinking knuckle-deep into your soaked, aching heat. A squelching sound could be heard, and a relieved moan when Ren began giving you what you asked for. Such a delicious sound your cunt makes, for the man it belongs to.

Ren's breath hitched as he watched you, transfixed by the erotic sight before him. Your desperate whimpers and the slick sounds of your fingers plunging into your dripping cunt filled the room, stoking the flames of his desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the lewd display, his cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his pants

"Fuck, angel," he growled under his breath, his voice rough with lust. A pussy made for him to ruin, to claim, as much as he wants. "You look so fucking hot like this, letting a stranger touch you like the slut you are. Have you been imagining someone taking advantage of you like this? Thinking about a strangers fingers buried deep inside this greedy little pussy, fucking you hard and fast just like you need."

His other hand tightened slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel like his little toy. Your pulse jumped beneath his fingers, and he felt a surge of overwhelming obsessiveness drowning his own senses. He knew the pleasure, the pain was mixing inside you into a delicious poison. "Tell me, angel," he demanded, Ren's eyes zoning in at your face that had a stupid expression stupid, what a whore, dumbed out on lust. "Tell me what you need. Beg. For. More." His thumb pressed down even harder on your clit, assaulting your senses with a simple touch. He needed you to be his, his goal was to consume you, as a whole.

Ren's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt your body respond to his touch, your hips bucking up into his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. He knew he had you right where he wanted you - desperate, needy, and completely at his mercy. "That's it, baby," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't fight it. I can give you everything you need. I can make you feel so fucking good." His fingers plunged deeper, curling inside you, stroking that special spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.

"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking onto a small scream. The word tumbled from your mouth involuntarily, anything for him, for pleasure. You didn't know what you were begging for anymore, only that you needed it. Needed him. Needed something, anything, to quench the fire burning inside you. Ren's grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark promise as he felt your body tremble beneath him. "Please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good girl."

His fingers pumped faster, harder, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room as he fingered you with wild abandon. Ren's breathing was getting harder and harder, only he deserved to see you like this. He was claiming you, marking you, branding you as his in the most primal way possible. The urge to fill you up with his cock and seed was overwhelming, but he had to resist. His greediness can't overwhelm his devotion to your eternal figure. "So fucking tight and wet, like this greedy little pussy was made for my cock." His thumb rubbed mercilessly over your clit, the rough pad circling and pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves until your vision started to swim.

Ren leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he panted hotly, his breath mingling with your own ragged gasps. "I'm going to fill this hungry cunt," he promised darkly, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Gonna stuff you so full of my thick, hard cock that you'll forget your own name. You'll be screaming it, begging me to fuck you harder, deeper, until the only word you remember is mine." His other hand slid up your side, cupping the soft swell of your breast through the thin fabric of his hoodie. He could feel your nipple stiffen under his touch, poking into his palm as he squeezed the supple mound roughly. Rolling and pinching the hardened peak between his fingers, he tugged on it, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

"Please..." you whimpered again, your voice breaking on a sob as your body writhed beneath him. "Please, I... I need..." The words dissolved into incoherent babble as Ren's fingers pounded into you, his thumb rubbing your clit with brutal intensity. Your hips bucked wildly, fucking yourself back onto his hand, chasing the release you so desperately needed. "That's it, angel," Ren encouraged, his voice rough with lust. "Fucking take it. Take my fingers like the needy little slut you are." He could feel your body tensing, your walls starting to quiver and clench around him as your climax approached. "Cum for me," he demanded, his eyes boring into yours with fierce intensity. "Cum all over my fingers like a good girl."

With a final, brutal thrust and a hard press of his thumb on your clit, he sent you hurtling over the edge. Your body convulsed, back arching sharply as a scream tore from your throat, your pussy clamping down on his fingers like a silken vise. Ren groaned, feeling your release gush around his hand, your juices dripping down his wrist as he worked you through your orgasm, drawing it out, making it last as long as possible. "That's my good girl," he praised, his voice a low, approving rumble. "So fucking perfect, cumming so hard on my fingers like this." He brought his soaked digits up to his mouth, sucking your essence from them with a low moan of appreciation.

"Delicious," he purred, his tongue swirling around the digits, cleaning them of every last drop. The taste of you was a nectar, only for him. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as a claiming gesture. "I'm going to devour you as a whole, until there's nothing left" he promised darkly, knowing he needs you to fill the hole in his soul.

[himbotimbo]

Hell yeah we love strong girls in this house

[mewtwoandme]

Not even a senzu bean will help Cell bounce back from this, holy XD

[akiwidarling]

♥︎▪︎《—@akiwidarling—》▪︎♥︎

pairing: Damian wayne x fem!reader

themes: supermans daughter reader, broken promises, brothers best friend, cave chaos, etc

warnings: heavy obsession, swearing, jealousy (only a little bit of reader jealous of jon), sadness, but only a tiny bit!

A/N: based off of this poll I posted. Also not proof read. Idk i hope you guys like it bc Its 12:31am now and I have been up for hours for this so yar. I hope it doesnt seem rushed or anything i tried making it as long as i could. Follows are appreciated <3 enjoy!

It was supposed to be your week with dad. Just the pair of you. Lois had taken Jon to Toronto to go see her Aunt Hilda, which made you very excited, as you get to have daddy-daughter time. Clark loves you, his only daughter and youngest child. Your everyrthing to him. He knows he hasn't spent much time with you lately but hes trying to! 100%! And he promised you, when Lois and Jon left for their 20 hour road trip, he would spend hours with you having quality time and fun. He even planned a beach trip for the pair of you! The sand, the sea, a nice picnic, watch the sunset, you know, the works.

So imagine your disappointment when he has to fly out of orbit, into space, to address a intergalactic threat. Out of all the times a threat comes, its when you, after maybe 8 months of barely any time with your dad, are alone with him and had a whole week of fun planned.

The transition of sunny, beautiful busy Metropolis to gloomy, dark Gotham is also adding to your disappointment and annoyance. Jon is in Toronto, enjoying himself, probably getting spoiled and cherrished by your mum, whilst your dad has practically left you with thr wolves. Specifically, one 18-year-old wolf with Spotify green eyes, black hair, and a look that could kill. A wolf who also happens to be your brothers best friend.

"Your being incredibly loud." A sharp voice hisses out from the shadows of the bat-cave. You dont turn around. You just sigh and continue eating your apple pie (courtesy of Alfred), still annoyed that your dad left. Your wearing a navy blue oversized hoodie that reaches a few cms under your waistline and has the iconic superman logo on it. Plus some denim jeans. Your back is still facing where the voice came from, as your sitting on an office chair. You spin around to watch Damian step out from behind the massive glowing screens of the Batcomputer. He was half-suit, having just stripped off his cape and cowl after a grueling crazy patrol. His dark hair was a sweaty, messy disaster (a fucking HOTTTT one sjsmsmmdhdosksyessir), and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest.

"Im eating, Damian. Im not even smacking my lips like a barbarian or anything. This cave just has a strong damn echo. And if its bothering you go sit by the big dinosaur thingy." You say, voice dripping with annoyance. You turn back around, not even caring to face his ass anymore.

"It is 3am and nobody, especially not a guest, should be entering the cave! You should be asleep!" Damian says as he grabs the chair and spins it around so your facing him. His green eyes lock onto your own eyes fiercely. "You snuck into here, eating an apple pie! We have rules, Kent. Your intolerable."

"You know what's actually intolerable? The fact that Jon is currently in Toronto, probably eating poutine and getting completely spoiled by my mum. He gets a vacation. My dad gets to punch aliens in the stratosphere. And I get dumped in a damp basement with an eighteen-year-old wolf who clearly doesn't know how to share his space."

You gesture with your pie fork at the giant cave around you. "I was supposed to be on a beach right now, Damian. I had a picnic planned. Sunsets. Actual sunlight. Instead, I'm stuck with you."

The sharp and sarcastic retort you’re expecting from him doesn't come. Instead, Damian stops. His eyes scan your face, tracking the slight downturn of your lips, the genuine frustration in your shoulders and your pretty face. The arrogant assassin posture slowly drains out of him. He doesn't pull back, though. If anything, he leans a fraction of an inch closer, his voice dropping into that quiet, rough voice he uses rarely.

''Your father is a fool. The lanterm corps could've handled it. He is foolish to save a universe that already has other saviors and ignore you."

Your breath hitches and you pause. Gosh you feel your heart race faster. And all of a sudden...you see Damian in a new light. Those eyes...that jawline...his body...the way he looks at you. It drives you crazy all of a sudden.

Damian notices the shift. His eyes notice the sudden flush on your cheeks, the way your fingers grip the armrests of the chair just a little tighter. For a second, his breath hitches too. The tension between you stretches so thin it feels like it’s about to snap. Then, he clears his throat, abruptly straightening up and breaking the spell. He steps back, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, looking anywhere but at you. "It is late," he mutters, his voice sounding a little rougher than usual. "You should not be down here. The cave air is bad for your lungs."

"Right. Yeah. Lungs. Terrible for them, heh..," you blurt out, mentally kicking yourself for sounding like a total idiot. Where did your sarcasm go?!

Damian walks back over to his desk, grabbing his discarded cape. "Go upstairs. And make sure you get some rest." He pauses at the edge of the shadows, his profile looking entirely too cinematic in the dim light. "I will be... reviewing patrol footage. Do not stay up." With one last lingering glance, he slips away into the darker training decks of the cave, leaving you completely alone.

In a rush you go to grab your apple pie and sprint up the manor stairs. As soon as you get in your room you close the door, you flop in your bed. You groan bury your face into a silk pillow. A thought then hits you. One good thing can come out of this. Time with Damian. You blush harder as another 18+ thought reaches you and you shake your head. Because now? Your crushing over your brothers best friend.

4 days later...

Bruce, for all his tactical genius and world-saving detective skills, had the social awareness of a brick wall when it came to teenagers. Clearly feeling a sudden spike of billionaire guilt for leaving his best friend’s daughter trapped in his gloomy house, he had declared it "Movie Night." Which is how you found yourself sitting on a ridiculously plush velvet couch in the manor’s private home theater at eight in the evening.

The thought was sweet, actually. But what ruined it was the fact he chose a old black and white 3 hour film based on architecture. And to make it worse? Je passed out to sleep only 10 minutes into the movie, slumped on the lounge chair across from you. Hes knocked out.

Which left you.

And Damian.

Sitting on the exact same couch in total, suffocating silence.

Ever since last night in the cave, your brain had been running a non stop marathon. You couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, or his jawline, or the roughness of his voice. You had spent the whole day avoiding him, but now, you were trapped. Damian was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, his long legs crossed, staring rigidly at the screen. He was wearing black sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. No armor. No weapons. Just him looking devastatingly casual and too attractive for your peace of mind.

You shivered subconsciously, as the room is freezing cold. Your wearing a jersey with a white singlet underneath and a pair of shorts. Of course your gonna be somewhat cold. You didnt anticipate it would be this damn freezing.

Without a word, or even looking away from the screen, Damian reached for a thick blanket resting on the back of the sofa. He unrolled it and tossed it over your lap."Thanks," you mumbled, reaching down to adjust it.At the exact same moment, Damian reached down to tuck the edge in. Your hands brushed under the fabric.It was a split-second touch, skin-on-skin, but your heart literally leaped into your throat.

You flinched back like you’d been zapped by Livewire, your face instantly exploding into a furious, burning blush.

Damian froze. He slowly turned his head, his sharp green eyes locking onto your flustered face. In the dim, flickering gray light of the documentary, his gaze felt heavier than usual. He tracked the way your chest was rising and falling, your complete lack of your usual snappy composure.

You desperately needed a defense mechanism. You needed to be sarcastic.

"Uh," you cleared your throat, your voice cracking horribly on the first syllable. You internally screamed. "Great movie, right? Really gripping stuff about... bricks. And arches. Honestly couldnt love it more. Better than titanic thats for sure. Hah."

Damian didn't break eye contact. A slow, incredibly faint smirk began to tug at the corner of his lips—a look of pure, dark amusement. He leaned sideways, resting his arm on the back of the couch and shifting his weight closer to you. The distance between you vanished. "You are not watching the bricks," he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, dangerous baritone. He leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up.

"Are you nervous, Kent?"

Your breath hitched. You glanced desperately at Bruce’s snoring form, then back to the beautiful, arrogant boy practically looming over you. "Me? Nervous around a guy who wears a cape and reeks of sweat and books? My brother's best friend? Never." you whispered back, trying to regain your footing, but your racing pulse was entirely betraying you. Damian’s smirk widened just a fraction, his hand sliding under the blanket to find yours again. This time, he didn't let go. He leans in closer and whispers, "You know, for a Kent...your tolerable."

You swear butterflies are running around in your stomach right now. You bite your bottom lip, a nervous habit, and lean a bit closer to him. Embarrassment and nervousness fades away into something else. You dont know what exactly. "From anyone else id be offended. But from you?? I take it as a compliment. I mean id take anything from you as a compliment." And as fast as the embarrassment went, it came back as you slipped that last sentence out. He doesnt tease you. He grins. And before you can react?

His lips crash against yours. Its not rushed. Not rough. Its soft. Passionate yet sweet. Your eyes widen and your body stiffened...before relaxing and kissing back. After a good few seconds, you pull away and blush. "Wh...I...uh...what...wha...just happened..." yiu stammers out. This man has you whipped.

"You dont know how long I've wanted to do that for. Years, Hayati. Years. All these years of being quiet and I...I couldn't anymore. I love you. I do. You make me soft. You make me want to start smiling and laughing around everyone with all of the small things that you do. I really love you."

Your heart races and you cant even mister up a reply. You try but all that comes out is a whimper and a soft 'mmmh'. You flush up and he chuckles. He leans in and kisses your forehead. You snap out of it and kiss him back, yet again, all embarrassment and shock gone. And just like that your under the blanket, muffling the noises of wet sloppy kisses and whimpers and words of love.

The rest of the days fly too fast for both of your liking. And before you know it its time to go. You and Damian are now a couple basically. Not that Damian ir you would tell anyone out loud anyways. He grabs your bags and walks outside with you as he sees Clark get out of his pickup truck and thank Bruce.

"Hayati make sure you have everything and text me as soon as you exit the manor gates. He zips your bag up tightly and you share a final kiss. As you both exit the manor, Clark runs to you and picks you up and hugs you. "Sweetheart I missed you! Im so so so sorry we couldnt have our time together honestly I will make this up to you–" you cut him off with a soft laugh and squirm out of his arms.

"Dad its fine. Im okay. I had a surprisingly good time. Heh." You thank Bruce and Alfred as you get into the backseat of the pickup truck. Dick, Jason and Tim walk out too as you drive off. You cant help but feel a sudden pang of sadness at having to leave your new boyfriend. But at the same time you know you will see him again.

"Hey. We have a day left for just us. Dont think we can do the beach, but we can have daddy daughter activities at home!" Clark says proudly, to which you smile at.

Because in the end, you do get time with your dad. And a week at the manor has given you something you hope to cherrish forever. Damian Wayne.

@notyouraverageloser-13