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Beani you're a bad influence for me. Pushing your bottom Knives agenda on me and getting me to write your will. How dare you! Remember that picture I sent you on discord of Knives in a maid dress and I asked you how you felt about it? Yeah, I asked for a reason. You owe me. I even put a little plot into it. CW: Rim jobs, spanking, mild degradation, over stimulation. Calling Knives a good boy turns him into a mess.

Now that the dust had settled, you found yourself living a very normal life with Knives, much to his hatred. He found the mundane ways of human life to be boring and wasteful, but he had agreed with Vash that this act was for the betterment of humans and PLANTS alike.

Knives and Vash were often making up for lost time. Their bond was more like that of two teenage brothers who had just started puberty. Always wrestling, bickering, making stupid dares, and always coming to you when the other acted out.

That's how you found yourself here. Both brothers had their foreheads pressed against each other as they glared holes into each other.

Arthur borrowing YOUR clothes!!!!

The hoodie you put in the dirty basket this morning to be washed when you come home is scooped up with trembling hands, fingers digging into the material as a grateful face burrows into it, a muffled moan coming out of Arthur as his entire body SINKS into the comfort your scent offers him.

The jeans you haphazardly kicked off an hour ago when you got home from work, which are on the hardwood floor immediately before the living room’s green carpet are picked up with a humoured “hm” as Arthur turns the legs the right way and then folds them, moving into the bedroom to leave them at the foot of the bed, his bruised fingers lingering on them. He doesn’t want to let any part of you go and that includes the clothes you wear. He’s grateful to them, in a way, for keeping you warm and for protecting you when he can’t.

Your favourite T-shirt, fresh out of the washer, is cradled in Arthur’s hands as he runs his fingers over any print displayed across the front. It smells like his laundry detergent but the material looks and feels like you, so often have his fingers delved beneath the material to feel your skin against his own. It’s damp but he doesn’t care, he buries his face in it and imagines for just a moment that you’re in the room with him. If he concentrates, he thinks he can detect a faint scent of you under all the laundry detergent. You’re always right beside him, even when you’re on opposite sides of Gotham.

He wears them when you’re in the apartment with him and he wears them when you’re not. If you ask him where this article of clothing has gone, you might receive a murmured, “in the wash”, or you might get a sheepish grin and a “right here” as he pointedly tugs on what he’s wearing. Either way, Arthur loves to feel like he’s surrounded by you; it grounds him in the moment, it keeps him safe from harm, it makes him feel like he can face the day and the many cruelties of the world… it’s the same way you feel when you wear his clothes and after some time together, you stop using separate spaces to store your clothes, because you borrow from each other all the time.

No matter how much you both feel like wearing the other’s clothes is like a constant hug, though, both of you readily admit to yourselves and each other that you would prefer - if you’re someone who likes touch - to have an actual hug. Nothing quite like the basic comforts in life to pull you through, and yet nothing about your relationship is basic. It’s everything you never knew you needed until you found it.

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summary: a sleepless night leads to a short but memorable chance encounter.  

warnings: smut. 

word count: 5310

notes: part one / part two 🌹

a most huge and heartfelt thank you to the one & only @iartsometimes for her absolutely stunning painting, “dance with me,” which directly inspired me to pick up with this piece again & finally finish it, over a year after posting part 2 🙈 i couldn’t have done it without you, tanya. i treasure this so, so deeply, the inspiration it’s provided has been endless. i cannot overstate how special this is to me, and i will never be able to thank you enough ❤️❤️❤️

thank you also to @fleckcmscott for beta-reading & helping me figure out how to get things as right as i could 🙏🏻

this is the final part of this story. thank you for reading 🌹

Neither of you could hold back any longer. He kissed you with a newfound ferocity that contrasted the delicateness you had come to know from him so far; his lips were thin and dry but eager and met yours attentively. Though he was slim, and not too tall, you felt entirely encompassed by the weight of him as he settled on top of you.  

The moon shone big and bright behind him, lighting up the sky and giving his silhouette a silvery glow. He pulled away and you took him in; his hair had gone wild with the wind, a messy mane of forest green that framed the canvas of his pristinely painted features and eager smile. Your eyes followed the contours of the red paint, the elongated dimples of his cheeks to his uneven teeth. He really didn’t look at all unlike a wolf – a wolf in sheep’s clothing, maybe, but all the same a wolf you wanted to rescue from his urban dwelling. You couldn’t help but think that it didn’t seem like it was where he belonged.

I remember discussing the wish to see more after I made the drawing; I knew you had the rest in you! 🥰 It came together perfectly! This is heartbreaking but beautiful.

Your Joker is so gentlemanly while retaining the confident devilish air I adore! It’s such a sexy mix and makes me 🔥. I am already seeing more images I’d love to make happen one day but for now my imagination will do!

The way you ended it… 🥺😭 so poetic. I can’t describe too much without spoiling but it destroyed me in a wonderful way.

The wolf analogy is a favorite of mine, thank you for including this, along with the roses, the concept by which so many of us are swooned! 🌹😂 So classically romantic which just seems so Arthur, right? Even though I see Joker as an entirely new version of himself, I can believe he would retain parts like that of himself. I love seeing this softer side of Joker too. So many ways to interpret and portray him!

★ AIZAWA SHOUTA | THEN & NOW ERASERHEAD ★

Ship: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader Trigger Warnings: Mirror sex, slight edging, vaginal penetration, teasing, genital piercings (mentions not graphic descriptions), Reader does wear a skirt Length: 4.3k A/N: I struck while the iron was hot!  Inked part 2 is here!!!!  *cheers for myself*  The smut is here.  And lemme tell you, I had a ton of fun writing it.  Tagging the lovely @thewheezingwyvern​ because I tortured her with some snippets from it.  I would be sorry except Wyv likes it. Part One here

Nerves settled like lead in your stomach as the day approached for your tattoo.  Shouta had sent the sketch to you and it was beautiful, exactly what you’d pictured in your mind.  You wondered if you could ever turn his head towards you.  The man was supremely frustrating.  He put up a wall between you two and no matter what you did it stood strong.  Approaching Mic had been useless when you’d talked to him.  Your best option was Nemuri.  She’d been in the grade above yours but liked the group enough to hang around.

“You need a favor?  Anything for you kitten.”  You huffed at the nickname but was glad she agreed to meet with you.  She gave you the address and you headed off after work.  Your eyes widened at the front of the building.  After Midnight was a well-known establishment that catered to certain tastes.  Nemuri ran the club with a strict fist, and whip, and every time you suggested visiting it both Shouta and Mic had blown up about it.

The security guard waved you through with a tired expression and you slipped in through the door.  The club was gearing up for the night.  You were friendly with the staff and you knew your way to Nemuri’s office.  Just because Shouta and Hizashi thought you didn’t belong, didn’t make it the truth. Nemuri usually invited you during the off hours so there’d be more time to catch up.  “Kitten!  Look at you!” Nemuri grinned as you knocked on the office door.  “Come in, tell me all about it.”  She hummed as you explained the situation to her.

Alright, of all the Hitoshi’s I’ve written this is probably my favorite. It’s pretty hardcore so please be warned. Not for the faint of heart. bUT LIKE ALSO I forgot how much sweet consent stuff I put in here and I’m like elrkkj;qlekjr dawww. This displays a healthy master/slave dynamic and oh god does it make me fucking horny.

Kinks: degradation, humiliation, squirting, master/pet, toys, spanking, bondage, pain play, fear play, mind control, face fucking, harsh names, dirty talk

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You’d been aware of Shinsou Hitoshi’s sadistic side for quite some time. During play, you would notice him holding back, concerned about going “too far,” or at least, what he thought would be too far.

It was clear, however, that this restraint was for your benefit,

There was no doubt that once he reached that dominant headspace, Hitoshi was a predator, and you, his intended prey.

After your most recent mind-blowing scene, he was helping you come down when you thought you’d tell him what was on your mind.