What if we were at a house party and you pulled me into the bathroom every hour or so to fuck my brains out while you keep refilling my drink so I get drunker and drunker until the end of the night when I'm so far gone on alcohol and orgasms that the only thing I still know how to do is seek out your body so that I can cum again
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Anon asked: “How about a Dick Grayson imagine where his s/o gets kidnapped and they don’t know that they’re Nightwing so when Nightwing saves her and is about to kiss her she’s like woah boy sorry I got a boyfriend!!!! I’m sorry if it’s confusing😅😅😅 P.s love the blog ❤️️”
A/N: I’m sorry once again for taking so long. It wasn’t confusing at all, thank you for your request! Hope you like it! If not, let me know so that I can rewrite/correct it.
Warnings: Swear Words; Kidnapping
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“Shit I forgot my wallet!” you gasped as you entered your house and put your phone on the table.
You quickly opened the door and ran to the store you left about 10 minutes ago.
“No!” you slowed your run to a fast pace as you reached the building that was now dark and silent. “Closed.” you sighed tired and leaned your back against the wall sliding until your body hit the ground.
You were breathing heavily and you didn’t notice someone standing in front of you. You raised your head and gasped before feeling a strong bang in your head.
A strong scent of dirty socks and mold entered your nostrils and filled your lungs making you wake up coughing. You were feeling dizzy and all you could see was dark You tried to move but both your hands and feet were tied with a strong rope. You didn’t know where you were, it was a small space and it seemed to be moving. You realized you were kidnapped and trapped in a car trunk.
You were panicking. You had no idea who kidnapped you or where they were taking you, most importantly, why they did it and what they intended to do to you.
The car suddenly stopped and your body crashed against the hard inside of the trunk, making you groan in pain. You could hear the car’s front doors opening followed by steps. Fortunately, instead of hearing the steps getting closer, whoever was there was walking away. That made you feel relieved but scared at the same time. Where were they going? You wanted to get out of there but, deep down, you weren’t sure if it was the best option.
“(Y/N), I’m home.” Dick said as he entered your shared house. “(Y/N)..? he called furrowing his brows. You always answer him when he gets home. He walked towards the kitchen in hopes of finding you listening to music with your headphones on but, instead, he was faced with an empty and silent kitchen, your phone and shopping bags on the counter.
He immediately searched the whole house for you and got very worried when you were nowhere to be seen. He knew you would never leave the house without your phone, even when you forgot it you would come back to get it, no matter where you were. Seeing no signs of a break in, no footsteps and nothing broken or out of place he figured you might’ve left the house before anyone could get to you. It was impossible to know where you had gone so he decided to go to the last place you went before coming home: the supermarket.
As he got there his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw it was closed. Great. If you weren’t here then he had absolutely no idea where you could be. He grabbed his hair in desperation as he started to walk around mumbling swear words and promises to find you. His mind was racing but something on the ground caught his attention. He crouched next to it to examine it. "Guess someone forgot to clean the tires of their car.” he touched the mud marks and looked at his fingers afterward “Not dry.” he smirked knowing exactly where you were.
It was getting late but you fought to keep your eyes open, you couldn’t fall asleep! The ticking of your clock echoed in the compartment each second that went by and that constant sound was making it more difficult for you to stay awake.
“It’s a fine one, boss!” a voice said and your heart started to beat so fast you were afraid they could hear it.
“We’ll see about that.” a deeper voice responded now closer to the trunk.
A second later the trunk door was opened revealing three strangers standing before you. You closed your eyes and turned your head the other way because of the strong flashlight that was being pointed at your face. You heard a chuckle followed by that voice again. “A fine one, indeed.” the man in the middle said amused. “Get her off.”
Two strong hands grabbed your body and you screamed for them to get their hands off you. “Scream all you want” the man holding you said “No one can hear you here.” he laughed and you finally had a chance to look around. You were in a farm, about 2km away from the city. Tears started to form in your eyes as your panic rose. You tried to steady your breaths in order to calm yourself.
“W-What do you want from me?” you managed to ask.
“You’ll see soon enough.” was the only answer you received and you didn’t dare to ask anything else.
A loud noise of a metal door opening was heard and you started to scream once again, terrified of what you might find inside that door. Before they could push you inside, a figure appeared in front of you knocking the other two men unconscious. The one carrying you held out a gun at the figure but they easily disarmed the man punching him in the face and making him fall backward. You stared surprised at the stranger and as they stepped into the moonlight, a big blue bird appeared on their chest. “Nightwing!” you hugged the vigilante, relieved and, to your surprise, he hugged you back even tighter than you did. “Thank you so much” the tears finally fell, rolling down your face.
“I’m so glad I got here on time.” he whispered.
“How did you know where I was, anyway?” you looked at him, curiosity filling your eyes.
“I saw fresh tire marks with mud next to the supermarket and found it odd they weren’t dry since the supermarket had been closed for some time. Even if there was nothing wrong going on, it was a way of curing my curiosity and boredom.” he lied "Since this is the closest farm to the city, I decided to check it out. And I am so glad I did.“ he confessed, smiling. He stared at you for some seconds and then started to lean to you to kiss you.
Realising what was happening you put your hand on his chest and took a step back. He looked at you and seemed confused for a moment. "I think you got the wrong impression.” you started “I’m very grateful for what you did for me, I really am but, I have a boyfriend who I love very much, sorry.”
“Oh!” he quickly said, his eyes widening “There’s no need to apologize, I am the one who’s sorry! I totally understand.” he laughed in an embarrassed way “It’s so good to see that there are still faithful people around these days” he added and you could swear he seemed to be proud of you, but you didn’t think much of it. “Well, I guess I should take you home now.”
okay so i've been sick the last few days (booo stomach bug) but now i'm thinking about how the lads would react to finding out you threw up blood..... (I'M FINE JUST TO BE CLEAR!!! DR SAID I WAS FINE!!!! not concerned about the blood at all? wasn't sure he got the full picture but i was OUT of it otp with him trying not to pass out or throw up sooo??)
like imagine telling them you threw up blood and your doctor said you're fine?? they would NOT be chill !!! they would in fact be so un-chill !!! so chalant !!! so perturbed !!!
Xavier would hear you downstairs and RUN down to come help, he'd break down the damn door if he didn't have access already, rubbing soothing circles on your back whilst setting up a doctor's appointment for you (he wanted you to go to the hospital, you said no), when the doctor didn't seem too concerned about the blood he'd take the phone and explain again why it's concerning and (slightly threateningly) demand they get a second opinion. he takes you to the hospital anyway. when you're discharged he basically moves into your appartment for the next few days as you recover to help you, he orders food you can manage, gets your perscription, and curls up for cuddles and movies while you rest
Zayne would be running over to give you an exam himself and assess the situation and asking why you didn't call him (and ask for the information of the dr who said you were fine, and very possibly put an anonymous complaint against them in). he'd take you to the hospital anyway and other patients at the hospital are asking why their doctors aren't holding their hair back (if you have hair that needs holding back) and rubbing their back and whispering comforting words. he'd be personally checking your IV to make sure you're staying hydrated and not losing too many fluids, and double and triple checking test resuts. he LIVES at your bedside until you're discharged, then he takes you to his home and takes the next few days off work to look after you
Rafayel would NOT be letting you stay home, he'd be driving you to the hospital (much to your dismay) and making sure not a single stone is unturned, not a single test missed, and he'd call in some private fancy doctor he knows to come and check on you and the tests. when you're feeling a little better he'd bring you colouring supplies for something calming to do that doesn't require a lot of thinking, complementing every single page you do. when you're discharged he takes you back to his studio "the sea air is curative cutie" and dotes on you until you're feeling better, but not without some little remarks like "all i am is a servant to you aren't i cutie?"
Sylus would be calling up private doctors and setting you up in the medical bay of onychinus, demanding every test be done. he's making you stay and rest there with him until you're better, and he has the twins and mephisto and your beck and call. he's checking where you've been recently, what you've eaten, if it could've been tampered with, and he's checking his enemies movements, and if it turns out this was an attack against you, you BET they don't exist the next day. if it just turns out as food poisoning or something from that take-away you had the other day, you find out a couple days later they shut down after a few anonymous reports of sanitation concerns. he'd read you bedtime stories to help you sleep, and he'd rub your sore/aching muscles until you felt better, and make you the best tea with honey for your throat
Caleb would be pulling up your old medical records while rushing you to the hospital anyway, complaint against your original doctor already filed, he's going through everything to see if there's anything relevant in your history, and making notes for the doctors. he's already called out of work for the next week. he's talking to doctors for you, and demanding (threatening) they run all the tests again to double and triple check you're okay. gets you extra pillows/blankets. when you're discharged he's taking you home and getting you comfy, then imediately he'd start cooking, baking you fresh plain bread to eat as toast and other foods you can manage with your delicate stomach, like chicken soup
not proofread, purely self indulgent <3 hope you enjoyed LOL
A game of truth or dare where I think I’m sooooo smart because I keep choosing “dare” and all you keep daring me to do is take a drink. Sure, I’m drinking much more than I usually do, but that’s kind of a boring dare for you to pick every time. For you, anyway; I’m having a great time. You know, I think I’m willing to do just about anything now, if you wanna change things up…
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Let’s play a drinking game where I have to take a drink every time you squeeze my tits! And if I get too drunk to notice where else you’re touching…well…that’s all part of the game, isn’t it?
Dom who makes me stuff myself with a dildo when we go out. That’s distracting enough—that constant feeling of fullness, the tantalizing friction when I move just right—so maybe I drink a little more than I usually do to take my mind off it, make it a little easier to exist in public without having to constantly fight the urge to tear my pants off and fuck myself. But once I’m nice and tipsy and have gotten to the point where I can enjoy the feeling without focusing too much on it, my dom pulls out their phone and turns on the vibrator. I nearly cum right there, but I manage to keep myself in check, and once they turn the vibrations down to “low,” I get myself another drink. A big one. Because I know I’m going to need it.
Game idea: you take turns feeding me drinks and stroking my clit while asking me factual questions so we can both watch in real time as I get dumber and dumber.
