#ITS SO FUUUUUN I LOVE FUN!!!! LET ME HAVE FUN.

[lesbiangiratina]

FLY OCTO FLY / EBB AND FLOW LIVE TOKAIGI 2019 I SHOULDVE BEEN THERE

[mable-stitchpunk]

FNAF-TOBER Prompt- 8: Funtime Freak Show

“You wanna disappear, Lambchop? Heh, you’ve got it.”

Millie had never been as terrified as when she heard those words echoing down on her. She began to panic then and frantically banged on the hatch that made up the bear’s belly, hoping she would either break out or alert her grandfather. Neither happened, and Funtime Freddy giggled at her meager attempts. Though otherwise he stayed quiet.

After a couple of hours passed, Millie became convinced that Funtime Freddy was intending to hold her until she died from dehydration. That would be a particularly gruesome death, but she held onto the hope that her grandfather would come into the room and find her before then. It was a thin sliver of hope.

That was, until sometime later in the night when Funtime Freddy started to move. Millie had fallen asleep and awoke to the body shaking and shifting as he stood up. It easily carried her weight and she was beginning to panic.

“What’s going on? Where are you taking me?!” she asked frantically.

“You’ll see,~” he trilled. He punctuated it with a short giggle. 

She knew there was no point in pleading with him- she had for hours on end- but this newfound sense of secrecy only made her more aware of her lingering doom. Now nobody was going to find her. He was right, he was going to make her disappear.

Unable to see anything or make much of directions, Millie sat inside of Funtime Freddy for ages as it left the house and went... Somewhere. Again, Freddy was strangely quiet, and whenever she did press for answers he was remarkably tight-lipped. Save things like, “You’ll see soon enough!” and “Oh, we’re going to have SO much f-f-fuuuuun!”

The long period of travel was broke by a loud creaking noise that sounded like a metal door. Millie tried to listen in against the hatch and could hear the lumbering footsteps on what sounded like concrete, and what very faintly sounded like voices in the distance. They quieted down but she attempted to listen closer.

Then, all of a sudden, Funtime Freddy’s hatch opened and Millie was dumped onto the floor. Onto a thin tarp that did little to deflect the concrete beneath it.

“Welc-c-come to the F-F-F-FUNTIME FREAK SH-SHOW!”

Millie looked up quickly and found her blood run cold. She was in some sort of abandoned warehouse or something like it. Old props, probably from pizzerias closed decades ago, were sat up like some sort of makeshift diner. Posters were clumsily taped up on the walls and strands of lights weaved in shelves and hung between them and along the walls.

But what horrified her was not the decor, but the creatures standing around her. They were like Funtime Freddy, broken and busted animatronics barely keeping themselves together.

There was a ballerina hunched down on all fours like a spider. Her eyelids were open, but there were no eyes inside, her paint was worn away, and some of the plates on her chest were missing. Four, small ballerinas clung to her body, some of them missing limbs or stained with dirt and paint.

Then there was a fox who looked like it might’ve been styled like Funtime Freddy. It was missing one eye and its chest plate was missing, revealing wires spilling out of its belly. Its mouth was also hanging open, so its jaw was probably useless.

There was a small animatronic that looked like a blue rabbit. Though what was odd was that its legs didn’t seem set against its body right and were white and beige instead of a matching blue. Almost like they didn’t originally belong to it.

The final one looked to be a clown from the face peeking out from behind a shelf. Though she couldn’t make much of it other than a few wires poking out under its face. 

All of their eyes were staring down at her and Millie was becoming increasingly nervous. Her heart started pounding, her vision began to tunnel, and her palms were sweating worse now than when she first was trapped inside Freddy. She was beginning to hyperventilate.

“What’s wrong, Silly Millie? Just so in sh-sh-shhock and aww about our fantastical lil scrap circus?” Funtime Freddy chirped mockingly. When she looked back at him, dwarfed by his massive form, he chuckled. “Oh, you should see the look on your face!”

“You’re going to kill me-?!” Millie blurted out. Her voice was high and her question mixed up. He cocked his head at her, eyes lowering to show the metal above them, almost like giving a half-lidded look.

“I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was deeper, still mocking but now borderline threatening. It sent a chill down her spine. “...But nope! See, I had a ba-rilliant idea on how you could disappear- just like you wanted~- and still be a pr-productive member of society!” He spread his arms. “You’re gonna join our circus!”

That was not what she was expecting. “...What?”

“See, we’re not all put together here. Foxy can’t close his mouth to save his life, Ballora’s blind as a bat- Anyone who sees us is gonna think we ain’t good enough to be on stage. But yoooou~,” he sing-songed as he reached out and poked her on the forehead. “You’re just as busted up as we are. You’re into twisted and dark stuff. You’re a real sicko! We like that. You’d be the perfect audience.”

“So... So you kidnapped me, brought me here, and you want me to watch your show?” Millie asked. 

“That’s the plan!” Funtime Freddy chirped. There were happy-sounding giggles from the ballerina’s direction, but it sound more like it was the dolls on them. The fox clapped his hands, clattering the metal together. For a moment she thought that maybe this was more innocent than she feared. Maybe she could still get out of this.

“So... If I stay and watch the show, you’ll let me go?” Millie tentatively asked. This time she was met with a pause, then a low chuckle from Funtime Freddy.

“Ha ha! You’re a killer, Lambchop! If I let you go, you wouldn’t be disappearing, would ya? Nah, you’re going to stay right here- with us!- and you’re gonna watch allll our shows! We’re going to have so. much. Fun!”

Millie felt that fear return. She looked around at the warehouse and could tell it had been abandoned for a long time. There were no signs of windows and she couldn’t see where the door was. She was trapped here, and even if she did try to escape, they would stop her. Or worse- the thought of being trapped back in the bear made her feel ill. 

By now she was trembling, tears of panic and frustration welling up in her eyes.

“Aww, don’t cry, Honey-Bear. It’s gonna be great! We’ll get you food and water, keep you safe and warm- we’re gonna take good care of you!” Funtime Freddy assured. His voice dipped once more. “Because you’re going to be with us for a long, long time.”

[purplesurveys]

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‘Does your best friend bother you more than anyone else? This is so weird. Someone wouldn’t be my best friend if all they did was annoy me. If one of my best friends did start to bother me with anything they’re doing, we’re close enough for me to comfortably call them out on it. Who is your best friend? Angela and Gab. Do you like someone right now? A lot more than that at this point. Do you even think you stand a chance with this person? I’ve been with them a handful of years now, so yes. Do you consider yourself truly happy? Not truly. I can generally keep myself happy but I’ll sometimes have days where I’m anxious, angry, hurt, confused, lost, or all of the above. It’s a work in progress.

How often do you cry? I want to say at least once a week; that's pretty accurate. Are you emotional? Yes. What is the worst thing you would do for 10 million dollars? I find these questions so stressful to think about lol. Just give me scenarios to do for $10 million and I’ll tell you if I’m willing to do it. Have you ever had/do you have an eating disorder? [trigger warning] No. But when my depression was at its roughest a part of me wanted to try adding self-starvation to the other methods I was already using to harm myself at the time. Didn’t really work out. Have you ever cut/burned yourself intentionally? Cut, yes. Burned, technically yes, but I didn’t know it would hurt me. When I was 7 I thought I had some sort of invincibility so I placed a finger on a clothes iron that was plugged in at the time. So I kinda did it on purpose, but not because I wanted to burn myself lol? If that makes sense? What do you think of people that do? Hope that they have people around them who care for them and can help them pull themselves out of that hole. What's your opinion on drugs? Have you ever done any? Scary, especially the hard drugs. I’ve seen Breaking Bad, Trainspotting, and Requiem for a Dream to know not to try them lol. I’ve only had milder ones like caffeine, nicotine, and painkillers. Have you ever noticed the hidden adut jokes inside of kid shows/movies? When I encounter the episodes these days, yeah I would notice them. When I was a kid they used to be just sentences that didn’t make sense to me. Do you want to be famous? Why? I’m not opposed to it. I wanna be able to travel places, get freebies, and afford a lot of nice clothes, but I’m also not willing to do absolutely anything or lose who I am just to get famous.

Do you sin often? I don’t really think of that anymore. What are your views on God? Nope. What do you think happens after you die? I go to sleep permanently, which for me is the most peaceful way to think of death. Sometimes if I’m feeling a little alone or helpless, it’s just as comforting to also think of the possibility of reuniting with my lost loved ones when I die, like my lolo or the great-grandparents I never met. Are you afraid to die? I’m afraid of dying painfully, if anything. Like I don’t want to be stuck in a burning room or have a ceiling collapse on me, you know? If you had the chance, would you want to know the date of your death? Yes. Have you ever felt that you weren't good enough? Of course. Do you have any siblings? If so, are you jealous of them? Yes. I’m not jealous/envious of Nina, but I do sometimes wish I had a talent that was as tangible and recognizable as hers – she’s an artist and an editor, and very good ones. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Why or why not? I mean we don’t hate each other, but I wouldn’t go running to their arms if I had a problem. We have a more buddy-type relationship.

Are you always wanting more? Yep, I’m quite materialistic. Do you make good first impressions? You’d have to ask the people I’ve ever met. I hope I do, though. Do you feel bad for obese people, or do you just laugh? I am so unimpressed with this question.  What would you do if you were obese? Idk, it would depend on the mindset I have once I’m at that point. Are you ashamed of your past? Not ashamed. I just wish it had a lot more happier days. Do you miss your past? No. Do you have a song lyric that describes where you are in life right now? Ain’t it fuuuuun living in the real wooooorld ain’t it goooood being all alooooone Who are you closest to in your family? In my immediate family, it’s probably my sister. But generally speaking, it’s my eldest first cousin on my mom’s side. Do you ever open up to people? Yes, but I’m also private. Like I wouldn’t just share my life story with anyone - you have to ask about it and know which questions to ask. Do you consider yourself guarded? Why or why not? Sure. I’ve had shitty people come in and go out of my life throughout the years. Are you an honest person? I guess. Do you like animals? Love them, except cockroaches and flying cockroaches.

Do you think doctors prescribe medicine too often? I...don’t really have an opinion lol and I don’t know if I should. I don’t know the first thing about medical ethics. Are you a control freak? In a group setting, mostly yep. Do you enjoy getting drunk, or do you feel like you're losing all control? I like getting drunk but only until a certain point, i.e. when I feel giddy enough to socialize with strangers or start dancing. I’ve had a couple of bad experiences from drinking too much and it’s always so embarrassing the day after. What do you think happens when you go into a coma? I’ve read accounts on Reddit from people who used to be in one and the stories vary. Some stayed passed out through the whole thing, others dreamt in a lot of vibrant colors, others had dreams that they considered metaphors for dying, others were a little aware of what was happening or being said around them. Do you think the internet is dangerous? I know it is, lmao.

Name all the social networking sites you use: Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, YouTube, Linkedin. I re-installed Snapchat recently but I don’t use it for social media. Do you think anyone truly knows who you really are? My best friends do, in different ways. Have you ever given anyone the chance to really get to know you? Yes. Do you block people out of your life when they start to get too close? No. It’s very rare that that gets to happen so when it does, I keep them around. Who do you think has the most pressure to be good-looking; guys or girls? I think both experience a lot of pressure in very different ways. It’s not a contest. Do you care what impression you make on people? Kinda, especially if they make the wrong one lmao. Do you think TV is too much of an influence on today’s youth? If anything today’s TV has a lot of responsible representation from sexual consent and coming out and mental health to POCs, which gives off a suuuuper positive influence to kids and young teens these days who now feel like they can see themselves in the characters they meet and scenarios they see. Racism, sexism, homophobia, and all the other -isms and -phobias never get to fly by in this age anymore and that’s a great thing too. Just look at Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Sex Education, Itaewon Class, and I wanna say The Good Place? but I’ve never seen it. What do you think people would do if all the computers crashed? I honestly think that would be the last straw that would break the camel’s back for people to start chaotically freaking out lol. There’s too much happening as it is. Honestly, do you say racist things? Filipinos in general are resentful towards mainland Chinese but that’s because they have bullied us for so long, they’ve literally shit on our historical parks, they keep buying our lands, they claim our seas, and they belittle and mistreat Filipinos, especially the ones who work as OFWs in China. We wouldn’t be as racist if most of them didn’t act like such assholes to begin with. Personally, I don’t verbally say racist stuff but I will judge mainland Chinese in my head if I come across them or hear another incident of them misbehaving. Do your parents put way too much pressure on you? No, which I’m quite grateful for. They just let me do my thing, they ask me what jobs I want without hinting what they want for me, they let me fantasize about my dream purchases once I have a salary without guilt-tripping me over letting them have a share of my money, that kind of stuff. Has anyone you loved ever died? Two big people in my life. Do you think people overreact when their pets die? Not at all. Pets are family, and everyone’s reactions are valid. I remember when Lorde’s dog died and people were either 1) making fun of her and called her overreacting when she said she was gonna be unable to release new music for the meantime, or 2) stoked that her new music is probably gonna be sad and emotional because of her dog’s death, and I thought both were terrible. Do you know who you are, or what you want to become? I’m getting there, don’t pressure me lmfao. Do you have your future mapped out? Or are you just taking it day by day? Day by day. I have a good big picture planned out, but I also like living in the now. What are you going to do now? I dunno if I want to take another survey or watch YouTube videos now. But directly after hitting post on this I’ll definitely take another sip of my coffee and give my dog cuddles for a few minutes since he just woke up from his nap.

[bentaylorrogerhardy]

Lily of the Valley - Part 9

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 2366

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 

A/N: This was my first attempt at writing smut, sorry if it sucks. ENJOY! Leave me some feedback if you liked it. Reblog/comment/like/send me an ask or DM. Anything!

“Date night, huh?” Jana asked, leaning against the counter of the nurses station.

“Yes, so would you be willing to keep Lily for the night?” you asked. It had been a while since you and Joe had gone out, just the two of you, so you decided tonight would be a good night for that. It was a Friday night, so Lily didn’t have school the following day, and neither did you or Jana.

“Of course,” Jana replied, “David and I would love to spend some quality time with her.”

“I know she’ll be excited,” you smiled, “thanks. I feel like it’s been so long since we could have a night on our own.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Kristen asked, walking behind the counter, “dinner? Movie?”

“I think we’re just getting some take out and watching a movie at his house,” you said, “nothing too fancy.”

It was finally the end of the work day, so you finished up your reports and headed to your car to leave to pick up Lily from school. 

“How was school?” you asked her when she got in.

“Good,” she answered, “I colored a lot.”

“That’s fun,” you smiled, “hey, Aunt Jana and Uncle David are gonna watch you tonight, okay?”

“Why?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Joey and I are going to have some adult time,” you said. You looked at her through the rearview mirror and caught her rolling her eyes, “what’s that for?”

“Sounds booooring, mom,” she said, then perking up, “but, I’m excited to see Aunt Jana again!”

“What about Uncle David?” you laughed, parking the car when you arrived at your apartment.

“Him, too, but Aunt Jana can paint my nails,” she said. The two of you got out of the car and headed inside.

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“Thanks again for watching her,” you said to Jana when she opened the door and Lily ran inside. 

“We’ll have so much fun,” she answered, “right, Lils?”

“Right!” Lily yelled from the other room. 

“Have fun, be safe, wrap it before you tap it,” Jana said, causing a laugh to emit from your lips. 

“We haven’t had sex yet,” you laughed, “I haven’t had it since I was still with Chad.”

“Well, what’s the hold up?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

“I’m nervous,” you said, “what if I forgot how?”

“Oh, PLEASE!” she said, rolling her eyes, “you...don’t forget how, (Y/N).”

“Well, I don’t know!” you laughed, “okay, I’m leaving. Bye, Lily!” 

“Bye!” She yelled, then came running over to you and gave you a hug, “I love you!” 

“I love you, too,” you smiled, leaning down and kissing her head, “be good, okay?”

“I always am,” she giggled, then ran back to the living room.

“Have fuuuuun,” Jana smirked, causing you to laugh as you walked back to your car, then headed to Joe’s. 

—-

A short while later, you arrived at Joe’s house. You parked the car and headed up to the door, gently knocking when you reached it. Not too long after, Joe opened the door, greeting you with a huge smile across his face. 

“Hello, my love,” he said, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. 

“Hi,” you smiled against him, returning the hug then leaning up and kissing him, “I missed you.” 

“Missed you more,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips, then pulling you inside.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, setting your purse down by the door, then following Joe to the living room and taking a seat on the couch. 

“Well,” he started, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around the back of the couch, “I was thinking getting some chinese food delivered to us so we don’t have to go anywhere. Then, putting a movie on while we eat.”

“Your movie?” you asked. After three months of dating, Joe still hadn’t shown you Undrafted, and you were eager to see it. He always talked about it with such pride and you thought it was the cutest thing.

“If you want to,” he shrugged, smiling. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle. 

“Of course I do,” you smiled, laying your head against him, “gotta support my boyfriend.”

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You borrowed a pair of Joe’s sweatpants and changed into them as he placed the food delivery order. While he was ordering it, you sat back down on the couch and pulled a blanket over your lap, waiting for him to finish. 

“Okay,” he said, walking back into the living room, “food’s ordered. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Great,” you smiled, then patted the spot next to you, “come snuggle.” He took the spot next to you and you laid against him, with him lazily tracing your arm up and down. About a half hour later, the food had arrived. Joe got up and answered the door, then carried in the bags of to-go containers as the aroma of lo mein and chicken fried rice filled the air. He set the bags on the coffee table, then went to put the movie on. You sorted through the bags and divided up the food, grabbing the chopsticks and starting to eat. The movie started and Joe came and sat back down next to you, taking his chopsticks and started eating.

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“Why is he so angry all the time?” you asked, laughing at Joe’s character, Pat Murray. The two of you had eaten every single bite of the food, and the coffee table was covered in the empty to-go containers, and you were both now snuggled up on the couch under a blanket and watching the movie. 

“Just is,” he chuckled, tracing your arm up and down just as he was doing earlier. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” you said, bringing your hand up to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“You think so?” he smiled. You nodded in response and laid your head against him, causing him to immediately kiss the top of your head. 

The movie came to an end, and a few stray tears rolled down your cheek. Joe noticed and immediately wiped them away.

“Why are you crying, my love?” he asked, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

“‘Cause it was really good,” you laughed, wiping another tear away with your other hand, “I’m really proud of you.”

“That means the world to me coming from you,” he said, then kissed you passionately.

“I love you,” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against his. 

“Love you more,” he said, then pulled back, letting his hand rest on your thigh, “hey! Let’s read our fortune cookies now.”

“Good idea,” you smiled, then reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing the two cookies, handing one to Joe. He opened his, popping the cookie into his mouth and taking the fortune in his hands.

“What does it say?” you asked, curious to know the answer.

“The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly,” he read, a small smile spreading across his face, then looking over at you, “don’t know about unexpectedly, but here you are.”

“You’re sweet,” you said, returning the smile and placing a kiss to his cheek.

“What about yours?” he asked, finishing up the cookie, and setting the fortune down on the table. You ripped open the wrapper and broke the cookie, setting it aside and taking the fortune out. You scanned the small slip of paper and let out a small laugh.

“You will soon get unexpected kisses in unexpected places,” you read, raising an eyebrow and looking over at him, “is that so?”

“Depends,” he shrugs, moving closer to you, “would you want unexpected kisses in unexpected places?”

A chill ran up your spine as the words came out of his mouth. The closer his face got to yours, the more focused you got on his lips. A hand went up to his hair and an audible gulp escaped your throat.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, staring intently at his lips, biting your bottom one. You laid back on the couch, with Joe hovering over you, steadying himself with his arms on either side of your side. In an instant, your lips were connected once again, your hands running through his hair as one of his found its way under your shirt. You shivered at the contact; his cold hand against your warm bare, growing hotter by the second. His lips made their way down, first to your jaw, then slowly to your neck, where they reached the spot right above your collarbone, causing a whimper to emit from your lips. 

“C’mon,” Joe practically growled, his lips disconnecting from the spot as he stood up, picking you up with him, “bedroom.”

You held onto him, wrapping your legs around his torso, leaving little love bites all over his neck. He carried you all the way to his room, gently tossing you onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you once again. You held onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, taking it off and throwing it to the ground. 

“Don’t need these,” he said, holding onto the waistband of the sweatpants you had borrowed and tugging at them. You lifted your hips slightly and he pulled them off with ease, throwing them to the ground where his shirt now resided. He pulled your shirt off of you, throwing it to the floor as well, leaving you in just a bra and panties. 

“So beautiful,” he breathed out, attaching his lips to your neck once more, slowly making his way down to your breasts. He managed to get your bra off, with a little help from you, and peppered the area with kisses and love bites, before doing the same to your torso, then pulling your panties down to your ankles. You quickly kicked them off as he slid his sweatpants, leaving him in just his boxers, his hard member clearly visible. 

“So wet already, huh?” he questioned, running a finger along your folds. You moaned quietly, bucking your hips a little bit. Joe smirked, pleased with the fact that you were turning into putty at his touch. His hand went up to your clit, and started rubbing in circles slowly.

“Oh my god, Joe,” you moaned out, pleasure overwhelming from his touch. His speed increased just a touch, as he inserted a finger to your entrance, another moan escaping your lips as he pumped it in and out with one hand, while his other hand continued rubbing your clit. 

“Joe,” you moaned out again, gripping onto his forearm, slightly arching your back and bucking your hips. 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he growled, adding another digit and increasing speed.

“You,” you moaned out, “I want you. Please.”

He smirked again, removing his fingers then leaning down and giving you a rough, but passionate, kiss.

“Off,” you whined, tugging his boxers down and pushing them to his ankles, his hard member springing free.

“Eager, are we?” he chuckled, kicking the boxers off, then reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a condom, opening it and sliding it on. When the condom was on, he lined himself up at your entrance, then kissed you once again, a hand resting on your cheek.

“You want to do this?” he asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really do.”

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure, the both of you moaning. He began to thrust, slowly increasing the speed, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to push him in farther. Nails scratching up and down his back, you were overcome with immense pleasure as he hit your sweet spot, over and over. You both were moaning messes, pressing your forehead against his as he sweetly and gently kissed you as his speed increased. 

“Does it feel good, baby girl?” he breathed out into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin, “do I make you feel good?”

“Yes, yes,” you managed to moan out, gripping his shoulders. You could feel your orgasm drawing closer as Joe thrusted into you faster and harder.

“Let’s cum together, okay?” he growled, then moved one of his hands back to your clit and rubbed vigorously in circles, causing you to moan loudly, “c’mon, baby girl.”

“Oh my god, Joe,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back.

“Cum for me,” he said, continuing to rub your clit and thrust into you, “oh, god, (Y/N). You feel so good.”

A few seconds later, the room was filled with the sound of your mixed moaning as you both reached climax, Joe collapsing on top of you, lazily kissing your face as the two of you tried to catch your breath. When you came down from your highs, he rolled over to lay next to you, taking the cum filled condom off and tossing it into the trash can that was next to his bed. You lay there breathless, moving to lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies making contact. He traced a finger up and down your back and pressed sweet kisses to the top of your head.

“That was incredible,” you said, finally catching your breath, “holy shit.” 

“It was,” he said. You looked up at him and kissed him, then returned to laying back down on him, toying with his fingers of his other hand. 

“Gonna be hard to explain all these marks,” you laughed, referring to all the love bites the two of you left on each other. 

“Oh well,” he chuckled, then sighed, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you said, sighing in contentment, then yawning, “I’m sleepy.”

“I wore you out, huh?” he smirked, then laughed. You playfully smacked his chest, then snuggled into him closer.

“Hush,” you laughed, pulling the blanket over you two and shutting your eyes, “goodnight, lovey.”

“Goodnight, my love,” he said, moving a hand up to your hair and playing with it as you drifted off to sleep after an incredible evening. 

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[damijon-supersons]

Super Puppy Love: A Super Sons fic

Synopsis: Damian and Jon had gotten the hang of working together as the Super Sons. Just as Damian thought that he could make this team-up work, he runs into an unexpected snag: Jon has a crush on him.

Update: I made a sort of epilogue/continuation of this as a response to a story prompt. Check it out here!  Super Puppy Love: Jon actually explains why there’s a naked Damian in his bed.

Over a hundred panicked families ran away from the Metropolis stadium when a thirty-foot robot fell from the sky and began terrorizing the patrons. Walking on four legs each as thick as a cargo truck, it lumbered across the grounds as it indiscriminately fired beams of energy at anything that moved.

Not a moment later, a red blur streaked toward the robot and slammed into it with a deafening crunch. It turned to fire its gun only for it to suddenly explode. When the smoke cleared, the public breathed a sigh of relief as Robin and Superboy stood firm, gadgets and fists at the ready.

“Its movements are slow and reactive—it’s unmanned. Outflank it and destroy its balance!” Robin commanded.

“What’s ‘outflank’ mean?” Superboy asked innocently.

“Tt,” Damian clicked his tongue impatiently. “I’ll attack the left side, you take the right!”

“R-right! Sure thing!” Superboy nodded meekly as the duo began to battle with the robot.

The two boys had become a common enough sight that the public knew about the country’s newest hero-duo—the Super Sons. The Son of Batman and the Son or Superman have earned a modest reputation for themselves since their public debut together. Some complained they were too young, some thought that the boys were quite admirable. Others claimed they were secret lovers, while many agreed that they were cute—much to Damian’s chagrin.

One thing that everyone agreed on, though, was that they were quite effective. The giant robot was a trivial cleanup job for Damian Wayne and Jon Kent.

“Freeze breath at your three o’clock!” Damian bellowed as he fished explosive birdarangs from his utility belt.

“Got it!” Jon responded as he blew a gust of wind at a patch of the road, coating it with frozen ice.

Damian aimed his birdarangs at the robot’s joints and threw each with calculated precision. The robot’s foreleg joints exploded, causing it to stagger sideways. Just as Damian had planned, it slipped on the frozen road and stumbled to the ground in a hail of sparks and smoke, destroying one of its legs in the process.

“Let’s finish this,” Damian said confidently. “I just need to attach this EMP emitter to an exposed circuit and that’ll be the end of it.”

Jon placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder to stop him. “Wait, there’s, uhm, I saw with my super-vision that it has hidden weapons and stuff under the outer panels. If you get close it’ll instantly pop out and hit you.”

“You’re sure?” Damian asked with a raised brow. He found it weird that Jon hadn’t mentioned that detail before then.

“Yes!” Jon replied in an oddly enthusiastic tone. “So…it only has one blind spot directly on top of its main chassis. We could…er…do that thing we practiced so you can get to it, if you want.” The boy sounded almost hopeful and eyed Damian eagerly.

“You mean maneuver 3?” Damian asked skeptically. “It doesn’t seem necessary.”

“Trust me, Damian!” Jon insisted. “Besides, you said you’ve always wanted to try it in a real battle, right?”

“I mean, it can’t move already, but sure, since you want to so much.” Damian shrugged.

“Okay!” Jon replied giddily as he moved behind Damian. The older boy couldn’t see the goofy grin that Jon had on his face.

Jon gently wrapped his arms around Damian’s torso and began to fly.

“Careful with your fingers!” Damian complained.

“I know, I know,” Jon giggled. As much as Damian didn’t want to admit it, he actually had a few ticklish spots on his body. Jon had accidentally discovered them during their training together.

Maneuver 3, as Damian liked to call it, involved Jon flying him up a certain height and then throwing him directly at the enemy, using altitude, speed, and Damian’s superior reflexes to overwhelm the enemy. This time, the enemy was a mostly immobile and now-relatively harmless robot.

Jon held Damian tight, and without even thinking about it, he nuzzled Damian’s neck.

Damian was startled by the contact—this was definitely not part of maneuver 3. “What are you doing, you idiot? Throw me already!”

“Oh, right!” Jon snapped out of his trance and spun twice before throwing Damian with gusto.

Damian zoomed through the air and landed with a roll onto the robot’s back. A few bursts of blue sparks later, it collapsed on the ground fully, and the mechanical drone of its engines ground to a halt. Amidst the cheering crowd, Jon swooped back down to pick Damian up and the pair left the scene toward the sunset.

Jon could see Titans Tower getting closer and sighed. It almost seemed like he wanted it to take longer to get there. Damian, for his part, was getting restless as Jon carried him like a damsel in his arms.

“You didn’t have to fly me, you know,” Damian said ruefully. “I could’ve remote-activated the Robin cycle to pick me up.”

“Well…this saves time! It’s way faster if I carry you,” Jon chirped.

“I suppose,” Damian muttered.

Once they’d reached the rooftop, Damian eagerly hopped off Jon’s arms as Beast Boy came to greet them.

“Hey, my man has returned! Welcome back, D!” Beast Boy called out cheerfully.

“I told you not to call me that!” Damian replied curtly. “Any issues while I was gone?”

“Starfire cooked up a mean pudding, you gotta try it!”

Damian grunted unenthusiastically as Beast Boy turned to Jon.

“Hey there, Jon!” he greeted.

“Hi, Gar,” Jon waved.

“You and Damian had fuuuuun?” Beast Boy asked as if he was teasing.

“Yeah, a lot! We did this technique we were practicing…and it was pretty cool how Damian was just all over that robot, and man!” Jon giddily recounted. He didn’t notice Damian shoot him a curious look.

Beast Boy smiled, amused that Jon didn’t understand his intent. “Good, good. Say, you wanna hang out in the tower for a bit?”

“Oh, uhm, I’d love to but…you know…I’m not a Teen Titan yet and…” Jon stammered as he fiddled with the hem of his cape.

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Beast Boy reassured him. “It’s not like there’s a door the shuts you out if you’re not yet thirteen. We’ll just play a few hoops, maybe a dip in the pool? Damian here needs a babysitter anyway…” he looked meaningfully at Damian, who merely cocked his head in confusion.

“N—no thanks! I don’t have my trunks and, uhm…!” Jon was incredibly flustered, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “I-gotta-go-see-you-later-Damian-!” he blurted out in a hurry before he flew up and zoomed away.

Beast Boy put a hand to his face and shook his head. “Man, does Jon have it bad or what?”

“What do you mean?” Damian asked.

“Little dude is crazy for you, Damian,” Beast Boy explained with a smirk. “Didn’t you see how much he was blushing? He’s got a major crush on you!”

“What…?” Damian snapped in surprise. “Impossible…”

“Don’t you notice the way he looks at you?” Beast Boy insisted. “The way he eats his words when you two are together? The way he takes every opportunity to hold you close?”

“Hmmm…” Damian had to agree with Beast Boy. Jon had been exactly like that recently. “I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

“Classic case of sweet puppy love.” Beast Boy came up to Damian’s side and transformed into a shaggy green Labrador. “C’mon, Damian. Don’t you like petting puppies?” Beast Boy’s Labrador form panted and began nuzzling Damian’s leg—it was his way of teasing Damian.

“Hrrnn,” Damian grunted, lost in thought. He patted Beast Boy’s head as if to pet him, but then quickly and smoothly pinched the side of the green Labrador’s neck.

“Gaack!” Beast Boy sputtered as he twitched on the floor.

So, Jon has a boyhood crush on me, huh? Damian mused. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it, but seeing his young partner get flustered so easily made Damian smirk. He was going to have fun with this. He grabbed Beast Boy’s tail and dragged him back inside the Tower as he hatched a devious scheme to make the most out of Jon’s affection.

“Stay close,” Damian whispered.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Jon whispered back.

The boys’ footsteps echoed in the derelict building. The walls, with its broken panels and cold metallic sheen, seemed to close in on them with every hallway that they passed. It was the middle of the day yet the darkness crept up on Damian and Jon like a persistent malaise as they explored deeper inside.

“So, uh, these HIVE people,” Jon began, “just how dangerous are they?”

“Oh, they’re a nefarious group I assure you…” Damian said. It was all he could do to stifle his laughter. His mouth was a thin line, halfway to a smirk or a smile as he thought of his ingenious scheme.

“They could use more lights here…” Jon remarked as he stared up at the ceiling. Only one out of every seven lights actually worked and half of them were flickering eerily. It was obvious that Jon was unnerved.

Suddenly, something exploded behind them, from one of the doors they’d passed. Jon twisted and looked back toward the sound, and in that instant, the lights in the corridor completely shut off.

“Yaagh!” Jon yelped in surprise. “What was that? Why’d the lights go out?”

The darkness hid the fact that Damian was shaking from holding back his laughter. “It must be one of their sensors. There could be traps…” He emphasized the word almost mockingly.

Certainly, there could have been sensors that killed the lights in the HIVE hideout that the boys were exploring, but it was more likely due to the birdarang that Damian threw at a circuit breaker box connected to the lights. He’d surreptitiously dropped a small plastic explosive near one of the doors, and triggered the explosive after they’d gone past it so that the noise would distract from and mask the sound of the birdarang that he’d thrown.

It was all part of an elaborate prank that Damian had cooked up. In reality, the facility they’d entered was indeed a HIVE hideout at one time, once filled with enemy androids, laser traps and other nasty surprises. But the Teen Titans already defeated HIVE a couple of weeks ago, leaving this hideout abandoned. Damian led Jon here on the false pretense of scouting out the lair as if its owners were still there. But the truth was, Damian just wanted to take advantage of the place’s remaining working traps as an excuse to tease Jon.

And the best way to tease the boy, Damian decided, was to get as touchy-feely as much as possible.

“You can’t see through the dark with your super-vision yet, right?” Damian asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jon confirmed.

“That’s fine, my visor has night-vision.  I’ll lead.” With that, Damian held Jon’s hand, their fingers weaved together.

Jon made a strange sound, something like a cross between a strangled squeak and an excited gasp.

Damian could feel Jon’s hand warming up. His visor indicated that there was an unusual concentration of heat in Jon’s cheeks. He had to control his desire to chuckle again.

They walked the length of the dark corridor and turned a corner, still holding hands. Jon couldn’t find his words, but the way his fingers subtly twitched and how he’d sometimes stumble was a clear sign that he was extremely flustered. Damian’s only regret was that he couldn’t capture this on camera.

Damian knew this particular passage from the last time he and his team had been here. There was a hidden sensor at knee length that triggered lasers to crisscross into a lethal barrier, impeding would-be intruders. He intentionally tripped the sensor and barely a second later, the harsh zing of lasers came to life in front of them. Damian had grabbed Jon around the waist to get him out of the way, despite the fact that the lasers wouldn’t have been able to reach them yet anyway.

“You okay?” Damian asked softly, knowing that his tone was just a little flirty.

“I…uhm, yeah…” Jon gasped. He was staring at Damian’s arms around his waist.

“I told you to watch your step. You’re acting like you’re running into traps on purpose so I can save you,” Damian mock-accused with stifled glee.

“N-no I’m not!” Jon choked. He tried to pry Damian’s hands away from his waist, but he did so with barely any effort, as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted Damian to release him or keep holding him.

Damian let go and dragged Jon to short side corridor that had a dead end.

“There’s a way around,” Damian began, “There’s an exhaust shaft above us. But it’s a tight fit so we’ll have to squeeze together.”

“Squeeze together…? But—“

Jon’s reply died in his throat as Damian pressed his body against his and hugged him. His cheeks flushed crimson so much that if it were physically possible, his face would have been glowing as red as a stoplight. Had Jon’s mind not been turned to mush by the physical contact, he could have reasoned out that it would’ve been more practical to enter the shaft one after the other. But he was rendered speechless as Damian held on to him and fired his grapnel toward the darkness above.

Damian was having the time of his life. He rarely ever used the word ‘fun’ to describe his escapades with Jon, but now, it was the best word to describe what he was feeling. His scheme to mercilessly taunt the boy’s affections was working perfectly, and with every new mission, he’d think of more ways to play with Jon’s little boy crush.

It was worth it even when it cost him his gear, like that one time when they were battling the Orca, a villain who looked like and had the prowess of…an Orca.

“Damian, watch out!” Jon had warned. He’d been fighting off Orca’s goons while Damian had handled the whale villain herself.

But Damian hadn’t needed the warning. He’d intentionally taken the brunt of the Orca’s vicious swipe so that his vest would get torn. He’d then ripped off the dangling flaps of shredded material so that his bare torso was exposed.

While it was a little disadvantageous to leave himself unprotected, and not to mention having to ask his father for another suit later, it was altogether worth it after seeing Jon’s incredulous look. The young boy’s eyes almost popped out of his head after seeing Damian half-naked, and he had this look that looked like he was arguing with himself. Damian could just imagine Jon’s internal struggle.

“Oh my gosh…Damian’s so…I’ve never seen him without his shirt before…wow…”

“No! I shouldn’t stare! It’s rude! What if he catches me staring? It’ll be so embarrassing!”

Damian had actually giggled as he resumed fighting Orca, earning him the villain’s fury.

“Really? Laughing at the whale-faced lady? You went there? You’re such a little dick!” she’d growled.

“Yeah, I’ve been told. But my older brother is an even bigger Dick,” Damian had countered, still forcing himself to stop smirking at the thought of Jon’s reaction.

Teasing Jon had become such an enjoyable distraction for Damian that he didn’t even mind getting a little embarrassed himself sometimes if it meant making Jon’s head spin, like with the boat incident.

At the time, they’d had to save the passengers of a small boat on the verge of capsizing. Jon had carried the sinking boat together with the family of three riding it, but the father’s foot got tangled in the anchor’s rope and sank when the anchor fell.

Damian had realized the opportunity and had stripped to his spandex trunks, his Robin uniform’s standard undergarment, and had dived in after the man.

He’d saved the father and both he and Jon got thanked endlessly, but Damian’s ultimate reward was Jon’s open-mouthed expression as the boy ogled him shamelessly. It was as if Jon had forgotten how words worked and had just stared at Damian the whole time. Damian had concocted some not strictly factual reason about his suit having anti-drowning mechanisms that would make him float, forcing him to strip. Jon didn’t seem to have cared and had just gulped while he stared.

In truth, Damian had felt very vulnerable and a little embarrassed to be naked in public like that. Sure, he’d still had his visor and his trunks on, but stripping like that was something he’d have never done on any other occasion. But then, he’d felt like if it meant making Jon flustered again, he could’ve done almost anything.

“You seem like you’re having fun with Superboy,” Starfire said.

“I never thought that ‘fun’ and ‘Damian’ would ever fit in the same sentence,” Beast boy offered as he snacked on some nachos.

The Teen Titans were gathered in the main living room of the tower, supposedly for a briefing. It quickly devolved into them talking about everything except the briefing, including Damian’s hobby of teasing the life out of Jon. Beast Boy had promised to keep it a secret. So naturally, all the Titans now knew about it.

“What Kent and I do isn’t your business, Garfield,” Damian chided after swallowing a mouthful of peanuts.

“Sure, whatever, D,” Beast Boy replied. “But it would help if you phrased it better than something you do under the covers—“

A throw pillow smacked Beast Boy right in the face, apparently coming from the direction of Aqualad, who was failing to hide his laughter.

“But seriously, Damian,” Aqualad said after blinking back tears. “Isn’t it a little cruel playing with the kid’s heart like that?”

“The Robin is a cruel mistress…” Beast Boy intoned with a deep, husky voice. Another pillow smacked his face, this time from Damian. Everyone laughed.

“Kent will snap out of it,” Damian said dismissively. “This is just my way of training him to set aside emotions in the battlefield…”

“Are you sure?” Raven piped in. “I can sense that you actually like the attention. You haven’t been this elated in a long time.”

“I think I’ll believe the resident empath,” Starfire mused with a grin.

“Nonsense!” Damian huffed. “You powers must be waning—“

“Say what you want, Damian,” Raven said with a calm smile. “But ask yourself this: if you really didn’t care about Jon’s feelings, then why go through all the trouble of doing these things at all? Just to tease him? It actually looks more like you’re doing these things for him.”

“It sounds like you like that he likes you,” Aqualad said sagely. “That begs the question if you’re starting to like him too…”

To Damian’s dismay, the other Titans nodded and agreed with utmost seriousness, as if agreeing with a doctor’s diagnosis.

“Tt! Since when were any of you experts on the matter?” Damian demanded. He didn’t notice the color rising to his cheeks.

“Unlike you,” Aqualad explained with a smile, “we’re not new to this whole ‘being-a-teenager’ thing.”

The battle was a bit more difficult that Damian had anticipated.

A new criminal had emerged wielding a lightning gun. The man was apparently a criminal mechanical genius who’d stolen one of Leonard Snart’s freeze guns and modified it to shoot lightning, using a piece of Khandaq’s Rock of Eternity. Worse, that meant it was magic lightning, because of course it was.

Damian rolled his eyes as the man gave a boring monologue about how he’d supposedly take Jon and Damian down, then crown himself king of the universe, or something to that effect. The problem was, Neither he nor Jon could get close enough for a hit, and even just dodging was hard because of how fast the lightning would strike. Damian didn’t even have time to think of a way to tease Jon, and that had annoyed him greatly.

There was only one way that Damian could think of to win. He fished out one of his copper birdarangs, hoping that its conductive properties could divert the gun’s electrical discharge. He baited the villain, preparing to throw the birdarang just as the gun aimed in his direction.

It was all going according to plan - until Jon happened.

“Robin, get down!”

A blue and red blur streaked in front of Damian and caught the full force of 10,000 volts with a sizzling zap.

“Gah! Jo—Super Boy!” Damian rushed and cradled Jon’s unconscious form. Kryptonians—even half-sized ones at that—were weak to magic-based attacks.

The battle went quickly after that. Damian wasn’t sorry that he might have gone overboard in pummeling the sniveling criminal that now lay crumpled at his feet. Red Hood would have been proud.

“Please, no more!” the man cried. “I don’t deserve this!”

Damian fixed him a death glare. “That’s for hurting my friend.”

Jon woke up slowly, his eyes almost protesting against the light. Slight gentle vibrations thrummed through his body as if he was riding a very comfortable car. He leaned his head against whatever he was sleeping on again, sorely tempted to drift back to sleep.

But wait, what about the battle? Jon thought. He opened his eyes again and he saw the sky in front of him—he was up in the air, apparently inside a small plane with black interiors and a thousand complicated-looking buttons—he was in the Robin Jet. He tilted his head to look at his comfy but stiff makeshift pillow. It was apparently the crook of Damian’s shoulder.

“Damian!” Jon gasped as he sat upright with a jolt. He felt lightheaded and insanely embarrassed when he realized that he didn’t have a shirt on. He glanced to his side and saw his Superman jacket charred and smoking with a hole right in the middle.

“Oh, good. You’re awake,” Damian said casually without taking his eyes off the screen. “I thought you needed the rest so I didn’t wake you.”

“I’m sorry I was sleeping on you!” Jon squeaked. He was staring at his lap because he couldn’t look Damian in the eye, not with how embarrassed he was at the moment. He hugged his bare chest as if willing his arms to turn into clothes.

“I don’t mind,” Damian said quietly.

“Wait, what about the battle?” Jon asked, and now he did look at Damian. He looked fine…except that he seemed oddly uncomfortable, as if he was struggling to find his words.

“I won, naturally,” Damian replied. He tried to sound haughty but his heart didn’t seem to be into it. “I would’ve won faster if a certain idiot didn’t try to be a hero even though I had everything under control.”

“I’m sorry…” Jon murmured apologetically. He stared at his legs again.

Damian sighed wearily. “Why do you feel the need to put yourself in danger for my sake, Jon?”

Jon lookup up at Damian again with a pleading look. “Of course I would! We’re partners…and I—“

“I know you like me,” Damian said simply, cutting Jon off.

The younger boy’s words died in his throat as his voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Damian said reproachfully.

A few seconds of tense silence passed before Damian cleared his throat. He looked right at Jon, who seemed like he was just about ready to tear up.

“I’ll let your sloppy performance today pass, just this once,” Damian said, almost cheerfully. “But only because I like you.”

Jon sat in stunned silence for what seemed like an eternity. Did Damian just say what he’d thought he’d just said?

“You…you like me, too?” Jon asked hesitantly.

Damian had his attention back to the screen, giving no indication that he heard Jon. But he had the trace of a smirk on his lips.

“Go back to sleep, Kent.”

Jon felt impossibly hot. He felt like a million butterflies thrashed inside his tummy. He’d have flown circles around the plane if only he wasn’t so tired. He slowly leaned on Damian’s shoulder again. Damian didn’t resist. He let himself relax and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next time that Jon opened his eyes, it was night time. He was back in his bed at his parents’ Metropolis apartment and he had the covers over him as if someone had tucked him in. A spot on his forehead felt slightly cold as if something wet had just recently dried there. Did his mom put him to bed? How did he get home? Did he even leave the house at all?

He lay still as he tried to remember. His memories felt so surreal—fighting the electric gun criminal, and then waking up in Damian’s jet…and then Damian saying that…well…Damian had said something that made him impossibly happy.

It was all a dream, huh? Jon sighed wistfully. Damian would have never said that. Jon probably never even met Damian today and had just dreamed up the whole mission.

Just then his super hearing picked up noises from the living room. The voices were of his mom…and someone else, a gruff, urgent voice that he knew quite well—Bruce Wayne!

“Damian hadn’t reported back yet and I’m starting to worry. You haven’t seen him anywhere, have you, Lois?” Bruce asked worriedly.

“No, I thought he was with Jon on a mission and neither of them popped in here yet,” Jon’s mom replied. “I can call Clark, he can help look…”

Jon was just about ready to get up and tell them when he froze. He and Damian had been together on a mission today. He wasn’t dreaming! The battle did happen! Damian…he really had said those things! And just as Jon thought that, he had the urge to look beside him.

There he was…Damian was sleeping peacefully on the bed facing Jon, his unmasked face inches from the tip of Jon’s nose. Damian’s discarded Robin uniform was strewn across the bed haphazardly, as if this whole thing wasn’t planned at all.

A muffled squeak escaped Jon’s lungs as his body tensed. He wasn’t sure if he should be extremely happy or extremely mortified.

All he knew was that he was not looking forward to explaining to Batman how and why Robin was sleeping naked right next to him.

Whew. I could have sworn this was shorter when I was writing it. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.