#original concept

little did you know that dad was waiting just for the moment you dozed off.

you’re feeling warm, way more than normal. a strange sensation stirs in your lower belly and your cheeks are burning, you can feel your hair sticking onto your sweaty temples. you finally open your eyes & the first thing you notice is that the movie is over, only the credits rolling on the television’s screen are visible. the next second your eyes drop down between your legs to make up in the glow of the television a familiar face between them, lapping at your cunt, fucking you with two thick fingers. your brain goes blank for a full minute.

you instinctively grab his hair, thighs squeezing around his cheeks, but that doesn’t stop him. “you looked so innocent, I couldn’t help myself,” he only whispers before busying his mouth between your folds once again. you’re too drowsy to resist, too overstimulated by such unexpected pleasure to say no, even if you know how wrong it is.

you give in to his attentions, beg him for more, even, and he obliges—only after basking in the feeling of power your surrender gives him. “oh, how I missed you, kiddo,” he whispers as he kisses his way up your chest, towards your neck which he kisses as well and bites, pulling out an eager sounding whine out of your throat. his large, calloused hands slide over your body to grab your waist, pushing your body into the couch’s cushions, the amount of pressure starting to become painful, enough to leave bruises.

you hear some rustling from below, a metallic sound and a zip. you know what’s about to come. “this is sick, we shouldn’t be doing this…” you sluggishly whisper, still tired. dad ignores your words and pulls his hard cock from his containment before rubbing it over your pussy, then, without asking, he starts to push it inside your damp hole, grunting loudly into your ear.

“dad, please!” you writhe in pain, squirming under his weight at the forced intrusion, pleading him to stop. no verbal response from him. what you obtain instead is your lips being forced open by his tongue, kissing you so aggressively you struggle to decide on which stimulus to focus on.

it doesn’t take you too long to give up on your fighting, letting your father roughly fucking into you and kissing him back, too. your moans muffled by the wet sounds of your mouths. your hands even reach behind his back, scratching desperately at his shoulder blades with your nails, leaving red marks on his skin to match with his bite mark, a proof of the sin you’re guilty of and that you two are now sharing.

all the fear starts fading away, shame melting with the warmth of the deed you’re consuming together, you feel all the pleasure coiling up into your lower belly, a tight thread ready to snap at any given moment. it feels so good you forgot how wrong it is, until…

“cum with me, my son.”

all your concerns start festering your mind again, and that’s what brings you to your undoing. dirty. oh, so dirty.

those words, sharp like a scissor, make that thread inside of you snap, and suddenly you’re coming around your father’s cock while he does the same thing inside of you, your releases mixing up together, filling your womb to the brim with that forbidden essence.

“I love you, kiddo,” he kisses your lips with a softness that makes your heart ache.

“I love you too, dad.”

Updated my sweet Sarentu!

Before the incident, you were no one special. 

Growing up, your family belonged to the middle class, your mother a waitress and your father a construction worker. You were an only child, raised by your grandmother from a very young age, as your parents were young and unfit to care for you. Choosing to spend their time working and partying with their friends rather than looking after their baby.

You hadn’t gotten into any of the colleges in your area, so you resulted in making a basic wage by working dual jobs. Saving up just enough money for some scrappy apartment on the outskirts of Gotham.

One afternoon, just before you were able to clock out of another grooly ten-hour shift, six masked women had smashed through the front windows, raiding the store.

The back room was dimly lit, with only a couple dusty desk lamps shedding any kind of light. You were shoved to the ground and forced to sit amongst the other victims while the women gathered whatever they came for. One of them, presumably the leader, began to count the people they had captured, when she stopped and took notice of you. It was the luck of the draw, really. 

You were terrified, practically trembling as the barrel was shoved up against your temple, the hard shove against your front being the only warning to move. 

You don’t remember much after that. Seeing four of the infamous masked fighters coming to rescue your fellow workers and subdue the other robbers. You, however, weren’t as lucky.

Just as the blunt edge of Robin’s katana was slammed into the side of the woman’s weapon, a shot rang out, echoing throughout the walls. 

The weapon was knocked to the ground by the force, completely out of her reach, and she was wrestled to the ground by the vigilantes.

You’re not sure why you fell, but everything suddenly felt warm.

As the room around you grew dizzy, your head spinning from the impact, the world around you felt like it was slowly fading, blurring and darkening at the edges of your vision. The ground was growing sticky beneath you at a rapid rate, turning dark as the deep red liquid began to seep and pour out around you like a spreading fire.

You remember all four of the vigilantes rushing towards you, their faces twisted into panicked masks unlike anything you had ever seen, not even the one time when you had broken your arm as a child. They were more worried than your father would have been at the thought of you dead. 

Oh... I’m dying.

You wanted to chuckle at how absurd it was. You were barely twenty four, and here you were, lying on the cold, dirty floor of a back room, shot through the chest. 

Fuck, my chest hurts.

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, watching as the last few moments of your life were spent looking at the frantic and worried faces of Gotham's heros.

You weren’t sure why they were so devastated. They had all seen death before, first hand. You shouldn't have been any different. There was nothing special about you. You were just an average, worthless citizen, no friends, a shitty job, and an even shittier apartment.

Your hand moved to the hole in your chest, a pained scream ripping through your lips, your eyes squeezed shut.

Then it all went black.

Or.. at least it should have.

Instead, you woke up. 

Gasping frantically for air, you looked around, your heart racing. The looks of the worried teens around you were inconsequential.

Your hands flew to your chest, clawing at the covered skin, looking for the bullet wound that had once been there. It's gone…

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, a relieved sigh following right after.

Then, you finally looked up to meet the eyes of your twelfth grade literature teacher.

After the incident, you had found yourself flung back six years into the past. However, this time, things were different from how you remember them to be.

Now, a cocky, billionaire’s son was claiming to be your best friend, your neighbours, who you vaguely remember having been old, crabby couples, were now completely different. Your old friends were nowhere to be found, And the ever prevalent vigilantes in Gotham seemed almost obsessed with you.

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The idea that instead of a half elf and human child not being practically flawless but have many medical conditions…

Meet Tobias; elf father and human mother brought him into the world but due to being different species he came with a lot more against him.

But he still has his friends and family to help me✨

SOMETHINGS AFOOT…

An AU where Minnie is a hitman/hitwoman* who's good at her job but has kept her identity secret for multiple years. She has a hit one day on a train but becomes distracted by Mickey, a rather sad looking mouse, whom she finds herself falling in love with at first sight. He describes to her, when asked, that his sadness comes from the murder of his wife and daughter, and that he also fears for his own life. Minnie then makes it her mission to hunt down the group that killed his family.

This AU was inspired by a game I was actually creating before my mother pulled me out of coding classes, called Hitmouse, inspired by Hitman and, obviously, Mickey Mouse in the black-and-white era. Since I cannot afford coding classes nor do I remember anything I had learned, I figured I'd share. I had a lot of ideas for this AU so if anyone wants to know more I'm beyond happy to share! More stuff to come! I called Minnie "Molly" and Mickey "Markus" in this to avoid copyright lol, feel free to call them either tho!