#also??? fuck out of here dick wouldn't fight for the spot

[bruciemilf]

Bruce's love language is handing you his kids. Yes, even the 6'5 anti hero with anger issues. Lift with your back

Bruce: Isn't he precious

Martinez, struggling to hold this human tank: y..yeah ....

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 delicate seashell - beach vibe, hotel sex

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content: friendgroup beach trip, hotel sex, penetrative sex, sweet loving, kind of body worship, established relationship, oral (fem), "gguk" bc its hawt

note from cherry: ignore the typos pls it's late :(

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summer hit seoul like a ton of bricks, the usual rainy weather turnings into 40 degree Celsius heat, living without aircon? Impossible.

For the first week of vacation that your work has granted, your far less busy friends and boyfriend all gather up for a trip

Fuck it, let's fly to jeju and enjoy the seaside while the sun lasts

Although blaring and someone unbearable from sweat drenched clothes, noting beats a beach day with enough suncream and fruit to cool off

"Soojin, are you gonna be ready soon?" namjoon calls out, your best friends boyfriend being just as impatient as she is,

"Seriously? We just started getting ready!" She shouts back, rolling her eyes at the closed door,

Sully who's also your childhood bestie, and you share a giggle at Soojin's typical behavior

"Baby?" a soft voice calls out for you, sticking his head into the small gap of the huge hotel bathroom, three girls still in pj's that are busy with skincare and waterproof mascara or the perfect bun all inside

His eyes only land on you, if the other two didn't speak, you're sure he wouldn't even have noticed

"Kook? You okay?" You turn, caressing his head with your hand,

"Yeah, we're gonna ahead though, if that's cool with you? Like, set up the chairs and drink station" he says, now stepped fully inside the doorframe, his hands finding your tshirt covered waist immediately

"If you promise not to look at girls in bikinis?" you raise an eyebrow, cracking into a smile shortly after

And my god did he look irresistible, already in swim shorts with that white muscle shirt that did nothing but show off his ripped body, big arms fully on display and his abs peaking out from the side of the opening

He tsk's , kissing your forhead softly

"You're crazy ma, you know damn well i only care for you" his voice is delicate when he speaks,

"Ew gross get out already" sully yells, even though she's 3 meters away from him

"Grooooosss they boutta start fucking in here" Soojin adds, making a disgusted face for you to see in the mirror

Jungkook laughs, "Sure ladies, take your time" surrendering to the fight against two very protective best friends, he leaves the room

Leaving you to continue your grwm session, 30 mins later, all three off you leave in your bikinis, bags stuffed with change of clothes, hairbrushes and something to keep you distracted

"what the fuck" your boyfriend mutters when he spots you from afar,

Even while laying on a foldable chair, just being able to make out your silhouette in the distance is enough to make him drool, willing to drop to his knees for any taste of you he can get

The dirty thoughts only become louder urges when you stand in front of him, setting your bag down,

As if the tiny, red triangle- tie up bikini doesn't already reveal enough to him, the way you bend down right there, tits almost falling out of their hold, pushed together by the bikini throws him off even more

He's sweating, nervously thinking how he would be able to keep his dick soft for hours if you're gonna walk around like that

"Baby" he says sternly, the look in his eyes letting you know that you're playing with fire, but you don't seem to care, smiling at him when you lay down on the chair right beside his,

"Ahhh, the breeze is so nice" you hum, closing your eyes momentarily to take in the roaring waves and rays of sunlight

Unable to stop himself for devouring you with his eyes, he just allows it

Tracing over your collarbones, the way your waist dips in before the squishy roundness of your hips, how your thicker thighs press up against the chair, making the string bottom appear even smaller on your covered cunt

It cant get worse, right?

Unless you decide on what you're doing right now, letting your beautiful hair out of the bun's restraint, shiny stands flowing messily over your chest area

You notice his obvious staring, looking at his needy eyes and spotting the suspicious looking bulge inside his swimmers,

Jaehyun shoots Jungkook a look as if to say "you cannot be serious" once he also notices the effect your innocent swim attire has on the younger friend

You stand up from the chair abruptly, while looking at Jungkook's dick you noticed how muscular and comfortable his thighs look,

"Baby please" he whispers into your ear, your ass planted down right on his bulge, the tiny string doing nothing to create an extra barrier

His hands move to caress your thighs, his chest pressed up against your back while he's trying his best not to grind you down on him in front of your whole friend group

"Namjoon, you need to cover my back well" Soojin says to her boyfriend when turning around and jungkook is sure he will thank her for this to the end of time, something in his brain lights up,

"Oh shit, i totally forgot about sunscreen. Lets go grab it" his finger nudges your side, a clear clue for you to agree and get up with him,

Why would you ever deny him anyways?

Your friends watch you leave hand in hand, rushing back for... the sunscreen..

"They're gonna fuck aren't they" Sully says, looking over to the rest with an annoyed look,

"Yep" Soojin answers, popping the p at the end,

"Whatever i'm going in" jaehyun announces, dragging sully up with him to push the unsuspecting girl into the water

"Fuck baby this bikini is too sexy, i can't take it" Jungkook says against your skin, immediately attaching himself to your neck the second the door shuts

He's gentle but desperate in his kisses, moving along messily but not putting on too much pressure, kissing his way all along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbones where be begins to nibble,

"So pretty, this body of yours is driving me crazy" his soft moans make your skin react, goosebumps spreading fast while you run your fingers along the muscle of his shoulder

He unties your top in no time, kissing and licking at your nipple while his hand stimulates the other one, groping and tugging on the pink flesh ws gently as he can

"Feels so good gguk" your nails dig into his shoulders, chest arching into his mouth with loud whimpers of pleasure flowing from your lips,

He responds by moaning, biting down on your nipple softly before switching sides, teasing and kissing with so much love

"I love your tits so much, they are perfect so perfect" Jungkook stops, big doe eyes looking up at you with need, one hand moves down to cup your pussy,

"let me eat it please , i wanna taste you so bad baby, please let me eat that sweet little pussy out" the way his desperation becomes evident in his pleas instantly weakens your will to tease him, nodding to him with a small bite to your lip

He wastes no time carrying you to the soft silk of the hotel bed, spreading your legs with his hands and dragging the string down from your hips,

"Mnhmm baby you smell so good" his kisses trail down your abdomen until they halt on the outside of your pussy, moving to your inner thighs instead, his hands working to caress you in the meantime

"Gguk please" you whine, squirming under the soft touch of his hands running down the inside of your thigh,

He smiles, leaning his head down between your thighs, right in front of your glistening cunt,

Thumbing your clit side to side, he takes a second to admire you, back arched just for him

"Cute pussy, all mine"

"Mghmm yes!" your high voice cries out, fingers finding his small locks and engulfing them into you, tugging at them while simultaneously pushing his head further into your neediness

"Just like that" you continue rambling, grinding your heat against his skilled, warm tongue that's working hard to lapp up all your juices

His tongue is tireldessly pushing into your hole, fucking you until you can't help but shake,

"You taste so good pretty"

"Prettiest girl" he whispers, blowing some air on your swollen clit, his cock throbbing inside his swimshorts as much as your soaked entrance

"Want your cock please baby!"

He stops, pressing a kiss to your cunt before crashing his covered lips onto yours, your hands busying with his shorts, pulling his hard on out with a sigh

Then, you turn sideways to kiss his neck, licking over his sweet spots and making him moan until he can't wait anymore, gently lowering your back on the bed and aligning his stiff dick against your entrance

"God so tight" he whines, hands getting lost in the flesh on your hips, you moan from feeling so full,

His bicep flexes while he begins thrusting into you, as needy and hot as it is, he's slow and firm nonethelss, keeping his eye contact with you

"You're beautiful" he smiles, referring to so much more than your tits slapping against each other erotically, than your little cunt drenched in slick or your soft face in the sunlight, he means everything, every little detail on your skin, that mole on your neck, that sound from your lips, the way you touch him, the way you love him

"You feel so so good, so pretty too ggukie" your moans are genuine and long, not hasty or in a rush to release

He does feel himself get close when you begin touching his torso, abs flexing with the little touches and his cock becoming more and more desperate to paint your gummy walls white

Savoring the moment with a passionate kiss, he caresses your hips and listens carefully to your moans,

"Almost there pretty, cum for me" his encouragement drives you up the edge, the, getting pushed over it by his finger drawing small circles on your oversensitive clit

You cum blissfully, coating his cock in your essence while he paints you with his, smiling into ths open mouthed, messy kiss

"Mhm.. i love you" he breathes out, kissing your cheek repeated, his softer cock remaining inside you

"I love.. you too jungkook" you reciprocrate, pressings a tiny kiss to his nose

The romantic moment is disturbed by your phone buzzing,

Soojin: did u find the suncream or did he cream you instead?

Both of you giggle, sending a selfie that shows both of you are probably naked, happy and definitely naked.

── ‧ ୨୧ @luvismenu

[yandere-sins]

Okay so I feel a bit silly about this, but I just have to ask at some point. To keep it short, I wonder if Dr Ratio has already had his first time and if he even has sex often. I mean he is a grown adult at all. Don't see me as a horny Dr Ratio simp, I'm just interested and little things like that always make me like a character even more. I would be happy if you would answer this question :)♡

Why feel silly? We love all kinds of sexual status here, especially when it's someone as delicious as Ratio! Also, I appoint you simp from now on, because we should be simping for him (but don't be like me and have him in your team just for aesthetics bc my Ratio makes no damage at all! :D And that's okay... :'D)

As wonderful as our Doc is, this is a very open-to-interpretation question. You can honestly go both ways with him, and we'll never know because... he probably wouldn't even tell or show any signs to his darling how much experience he has once he gets with them ;)

Maybe he is a virgin and a very stoic and pathetic one at that. In his pursuit of making knowledge more accessible to every "idiot", there isn't much time for personal needs. I totally see him pass out from sleep deprivation despite being horny and then suppress his morning wood with a cold shower, even though he's really not happy about it. No one knows why he's so upset, but they all avoid him on mornings like that. There's no way he never put a hand on himself in all these years, but he won't know the blessing that comes when someone else does it, until he meets his darling.

It's an instant game over for him, Veritas unable to form a complete sentence when he first meets you, his cock springing up, precum staining his clothes. It threatens to burst out of his pants, hard and agitated and in desperate need to be treated to its first experience of intercourse. He tries to play it cool with a faint blush on his cheeks, tries his usual spiel of pretending he's better than you after catching his composure immediately, always gauging your reactions and wanting to see them to fuel his desire. All while completely hiding the fact that he wants to drop to his knees and hump your feet.

That night, jerking off is more like ripping off as he just can't stop the thoughts of you invading his mind and making him hard again and again. His whole bed is sullied, the tissue box empty, the Doctor is panting and blushing and immediately reminded of how plump and soft your lips were. Or your ass as you walked away from him. The sparkle in your eyes and the few exposed spots of skin in your outfit. And then his thoughts are going wild with you bent over on his bed, exposing yourself to him, your giggles and moans replaying in his ears, although he made all of them up. Honestly, he's a bit ashamed afterward for losing his composure quite like that.

It doesn't make him any less pathetic when he finally gets his hands on you. You might be fighting and hating him, but he tied you up exactly the way he needs so he can fuck your thighs or pry your pretty lips open to stuff your mouth with his thick cock. And you never disappoint him in that regard. You'll still be as amazing, making him cum almost instantly the first few times, after being with him for years. Ratio will still yearn for the warmth of your body around his dick decades down the line, and he'll greet you with the same enthusiasm (just more stamina and better technique) every time he comes home to you. You two really grow together; isn't that sweet? ;)

OR

Man's still stoic and pathetic, but not with all those partners he had over the years, oh no. It's really bothersome to him to actually let one of those groupies get a piece of his cake, and he doesn't do it because his mind wants to. But it's just normal to fulfill a need he has, right? Veritas doesn't bed some random person (who found him super hot and practically ogled him all evening) for pleasure or enjoyment. Even less for payment, though some people try to buy his time and affection.

In short, he's a miserable lover.

We should feel bad for the people thinking he's going to blow their minds. It's not like he hurts them or anything, but he does his thing and leaves, telling anyone who's confused and dissatisfied that he didn't enjoy it much, either. He got to finish; that's all that matters to him. He's really awful to these poor souls; we can't deny it.

But then he met you, and everything changed. You are constantly on his mind, the underside of his table stained with remnants of cum as he savagely had to jerk himself up to free his thoughts again. But it doesn't really help, and he imagines doing things with you on his table, books, honestly, everywhere. Ratio has to flee any function if someone there happens to have the same perfume as you because he cannot control himself once reminded of you. And in the bitterness of moaning your name in an empty room, his cock mangled and still hard despite previous jerk-off sessions, he decided he has to have you, just so he can get a remnant of himself back. 

He is reading up on how to be a better lover as he fingers you simultaneously, observing your reactions and even going down on you... for research, of course. No one knew he'd get drunk on bringing you pleasure. On learning that the reason you were feeling so damn good was his work. Sure, it boosts his ego, but you have no idea what it does to him to see your eyes dazed, your expression twisting. He teases you, but it gets him off quicker than anything else when you admit how good you feel. He'll be grinning from ear to ear the following day, remembering what you said, only to pretend he wasn't reveling in the memories when you catch him. He loves teasing you, kissing every part of your body while you squirm, knowing it turns him even more on than it does you. It's a good thing you need so much convincing, so he can satisfy his greed for you plenty before the real deal begins.

Suddenly, sex is so much more interesting when he does it with you, no matter how much you complain in the beginning—your moans say otherwise. You may hate him, but gods, does he love the look on your face when you're overstimulated, and Ratio is only getting started, making you arch your back as he plunges into you, your legs quivering around his head. Drawing out the act and letting you 'suffer' is so much more delicious and enjoyable than anything he had with another person before. He doesn't even wonder if it would have changed anything for his feelings had he done his research with the partners he fucked before. Only you can make his heart race, get him drunk on your juices, and look like an angel in his sheets covered in his cum. It's only you, it's only ever been you, and he'll never let that go.

Because no matter how much you simp for him, he'll always simp more for you ;)

[rigginsstreet]

i beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker

the upside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit.

the downside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit. and also kind of a bitch.

it's billy's fault, really. he should've known better when dating a guy nicknamed king.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana, though, is that secrecy is a requirement, which billy doesn't have a problem with. the thought of publicly displaying his affections makes his skin crawl. he's got no problem doing it with the girls he pretends to be interested in because that's all it is - pretend.

but when he really means that shit... it's a harder pill to swallow.

and none of this really bodes well with steve harrington's style of dating. billy knows from his brief overlap of being in town while harrington and wheeler were still a happy item that the guy likes to be clingy, needs constant attention and validation of his affections and he wants to put it all on display for the world to see. and billy can't give that to him.

so he goes looking for it elsewhere.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana is the secrecy, but that rule doesn't extend to billy's sister or his best friend.

heather was never supportive of billy's taste in men. warned him plenty of times that steve was a dick and a leopard doesn't change its spots. but billy had waved of all concerns by saying they weren't even in a serious relationship and that heather didn't know steve like he did. heather and steve hated each other, of course she was gonna see the worst in him.

max was supportive. at first. until dustin started coming around with stories of steve and the new girls he was picking up, gloating about him like he was some golden god of women. and max would come fuming into billy's room asking if he knew about this shit, and billy would sigh and explain to her that it was just steve keeping up appearances to throw the scent off their trail.

"oh, is that why he had his tongue down tina's throat?" max accused.

and billy would have to pretend like he wasn't embarrassed. like he was in on the joke.

the thing with billy is that he doesn't let himself fall often, because when he does it's like a ten ton boulder down the side of a steep cliff. and shame isn't a color he wears well. he's gotten enough of that for a lifetime from neil, and since he's thankfully fucked off now, billy doesn't want to face it ever again.

which is maybe why he snaps at tommy's party.

he came here with steve, but now he's currently watching him dance with some chick with ten pounds of hair and double the makeup. laughing his preppy little ass off as she gyrates her dainty little lady parts all over him.

and yeah, billy can handle a bitchy attitude and some temper tantrums. and he can even wave off vague flirtations that he only hears about secondhand.

but this shit? right in front of his face? that's where he draws a line in the sand.

so he crumples the red plastic cup in his hand, not caring that beer spills out from the top, spotting the hagans' carpet, and throws it full force at the wall beside him, causing those nearby to jump, probably wondering what the hell set him off, if there's gonna be some grand billy hargrove performance.

but no. they'll just have to make due watching his ass walk out the door.

-

billy's sitting on the steps outside his house the next day, smoking a cigarette, when the beemer pulls up.

it's half expected, half not. billy braces himself for a fight anyway.

"you ditched me last night," is what steve says once he's up the sidewalk, a few feet in front of billy. he doesn't sound mad really. maybe a little offended.

billy sucks on his cigarette. blows out the smoke, his eyes never leaving steve. "got hit by a sudden wave of nausea," he says. "didn't wanna ralph in front of the party. didn't think you'd notice."

"why wouldn't i notice? we came together. i was looking all over for you."

billy shrugs, taking another pull of his smoke. "you seemed preoccupied."

it looks like steve's playing a tape in his head of the previous night, trying to pinpoint what exactly the fuck billy's talking about until it must finally click. "man, are you talking about that thing with cindy?" he laughs. like billy's fucking joshing him. "that was nothing!"

billy finishes his smoke, flicking it into the grass before standing up. "yeah, well, it something to me." he turns to walk up the steps, leaving this conversation - and steve - behind, but he's stopped with a hand on his arm.

"aw, billy, c'mon-"

"don't!" billy spins around, hands shoving steve square in the chest. watches his face go from jovial to nervous in two seconds flat.

good. the prick should be fucking nervous.

"you think you can walk around doing whatever the fuck you want like you own this town, but guess what? you don't! and you sure as shit don't own me!"

steve watches him with wide eyes, clearly out of his depth. this isn't the meeting he came here for. billy doesn't really give a shit. "billy, i-"

"i stood up for you, motherfucker," billy seethes, shoving steve again with two pointed fingers. "you know how many times heather's tried getting me to leave your ass alone? how many times max has threatened to castrate you because you can't keep it in your fucking pants?"

"i haven't slept with anyone else!"

"i don't care!" billy bellows. he's making a fucking scene. he hopes the neighbors aren't home. "i'm prime fucking real estate, baby! back in cali i had guys lining up the fucking block to get a piece of this! you think i just give this up to anybody?" steve opens his mouth, but billy cuts him off. "don't answer that! i defended you, asshole. and you make me look like a fucking idiot."

"i didn't think you cared..." steve says after a moment of stunned silence.

and that stuns billy. but he recovers quickly. "of course i fucking care. i wouldn't be doing this-" he gestures between the two of them, "-if i didn't."

"well you don't exactly express feelings very well." it's mostly teasing, billy thinks, but still that undercurrent of signature harrington bitch. "but-" he takes a step closer. "-if you're serious about this, then i am, too." another step.

"i swear to god if i have to sit through an 'i told you so' speech from maxine or heather because of some shit you pull-"

"is this your way of saying you love me?" steve grins, all cocksure and obnoxious, closing the distance until he and billy are standing toe to toe.

"don't press your luck," billy breathes in the space between them. "i'm serious, steve. i don't do thi- this is new for me, alright? and, i don't know if you've noticed, but i don't really handle rejection well."

"yeah, no shit," steve chuckles. "i'll be on my best behavior from now on. scout's honor." he holds up the three finger scout salute in mockery, but billy thinks, hopes, there's a sincerity in his eyes that he can hold him to.

billy rolls his eyes, mainly at himself for wanting to kiss the idiot right now. he almost does, too, until he remembers where they are and prying eyes could be watching.

he settles for another shove, this time to steve's shoulder, before turning back towards the house. "c'mon," he says, nodding his head towards the door. "nobody's home. you can give me a proper apology."

billy hears footsteps behind him before he even gets his whole sentence out.

[fairlyang]

Obsessed: Mía 🕷️

miguel making sure you remember who you belong to

w/c: 999

pairing: possessive!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. extreme jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits, slight degradation, "slut" usage, spanking, fingering

notes: yet another universe where you aren't even dating him yet and he's already acting crazy bc : mexican men 🤥 (also wanted the total wc to be an angels number :D)

part one — part two — part three

"Miguel por favor- I said I was sorry!" You whined and he groans.

"Me vale." He mutters as he grips on to your arm and pulls you in to his apartment. (I don't care)

"You think I'm playing games huh?" He growls into your ear and pushes you against the door.

He pushes himself against you, grinding himself against you making you let out a quiet moan. "Eres mía, don't forget it." He whispers and moves his hands down to your hips.

He makes you move your ass back and forth against his crotch and you only whimpered. "Miguel-"

"Párale." He warns and you close your mouth and just lay your cheek against his door. (Stop it)

You weren't exactly going out with Miguel, it was more of a friends with benefits thing. An occasional booty call. The first person your friends think of when you say you're going to a dick appointment.

And although he's the one that put up the boundaries of "no getting feelings" and "only sex" somehow you ended up here, with him saying you only belong to him after he caught you at a club dancing with a stranger.

He quickly snatched you up and brought you back to his place. Your mind was confused but you didn't have the balls to question him right that second.

Especially as one of his hands began spanking you. He bent you over and straightened himself before smacking your ass again at the same spot. You felt a slight burn and you wouldn't have flinched if it weren't or the fact that it was cold as shit and you were already shivering.

You were already on edge from how he nearly caused a fight, a fucking scene at your favorite club.

Last thing you needed was to be kicked out.

Or have him bitch about the "no feelings" rule after this. Because it already looked like someone failing and somehow it wasn't you.

Suddenly he pulls you back up and grabs your hand leading you towards his bedroom.

This was the first time he's ever acted like this and you'd been having this arrangement for six months.

What changed for him to act this way? Who knows but maybe after tonight you'll find out.

And why did you apologize?

To help yourself be in less shit than if you didn't. But either way it didn't help.

He closed the door to his bedroom then grabs you by the waist to lead you to his bed. He has you sit down before he sits down next to you and somehow in a blink of an eye maneuver, you were now laying against his lap.

You knew what was to come and sure enough his hands pulled your dress up and over your ass until your tiny thong was on full display for him.

"Dressed like a dirty slut and you weren't even planning on seeing me?" He spat and roughly spanked your left ass cheek.

You let out a whimper, unsure on if he expects you to answer or not. But what was the point on waiting around to see if anything changes? You were single and there were many fish in the sea....

But you can't tell him that.

"Answer me." He says and smacks your right cheek harder than the first.

You groan and hide your face with your hands trying to quickly think of an excuse or anything that won't make him even more furious.

Or jealous per say...

"No, no I wasn't." You answered truthfully making him groan and smack you even harder one cheek after the other.

"Shit!" You swore and bite your lip.

You could feel how warm your ass was getting and it was stinging a bit now too.

"What do you want me to say?" You ask and are met with silence.

Instead he moves your thong to the side so he can inspect your pussy.

Because he knows you too well, he already knows you were going to be drenched.

And sure enough you were.

When he moved your thong a string of your slick separated from it. He kept his mouth shut not wanting to encourage your behavior but couldn't help but be so turned on with how wet you got from his jealousy.

"Such a dirty fucking slut, look at you." He groans and glides two fingers against your slit.

You kept your mouth closed and tried to stay as still as you could.

He teased your hole with the tip of his middle finger before suddenly slamming three fingers inside you.

He didn't let you adjust and started immediately pounding his fingers into you. You cried out and squirmed on his lap, trying desperately to adjust but he didn't stop and only went harder with your movements.

"Oh fuck-!" You cried and reached back with your arms to try and stop him but with his other hand he held your arms behind your back.

"Stay fucking still." He hissed and you had no choice but to do so.

You let out moans and clenched around his fingers as his fingers were going at a relentless pace and it was finally starting to feel good.

Somehow he already brought your orgasm out, maybe the extra finger helped him out this time and the fact you weren't prepared but he still started fucking your poor pussy.

You legs started trembling and your arms were starting to hurt, and you could slightly feel Miguel's bulge against your stomach. You cried out for him but he didn't care.

"Dime, de quién perteneces?" He asks, you barely heard him because you were so focused on your breathing, trying to stay somewhat calm. (Tell me, who do you belong to?)

You let out whimpers and finally speak, "a ti, nomás a ti Miguel." (You, only to you)

"That's fucking right." He mutters before pulling his fingers away and letting you go.

He flips you over and lays you down, then leaves.

[vampirae]

Astrology Observations

I've seen many people saying that air mars are less likely to be aggressive or getting physical in a fight, in part it's true but not all. Gemini mars will say hurtful things or straight up ridicule you that you'll need weeks to recover from it. Aquarius mars will shout and be so damn aggressive in their speech that you'll get immediately afraid of them, the type to really make you consider calling cops on them. I mean you could do, they wouldn't fucking care, they're here to cause drama. Meanwhile Libra mars, oh damn, if they're angry af, they wouldn't ponder, they'll straight up punch you the face. This happens because of their cardinal nature, which essence is dynamic, action oriented, starting up things. They can and would get physical, and really really scary.

Libra mars values peace, but people mistake them and their intentions to maintain it. If you need to slap some bitch to achieve some balance or calmness they would do it. Even through war you can achieve peace, not only by being tolerant and comprehensive or bottling up rage.

About cardinal mars, they're the most dangerous, you should really be afraid to anger them. When they're angry, they're so focused on their feelings that they don't see anything else or don't think about consequences. Also they're the least to get angry, except in youth, or aries mars. You think a Cancer, Libra or Capricorn mars wouldn't beat the shit out of you? Or wouldn't think about murdering you brutally? They can and would do it, if they lose control over themselves.

Furthermore, they have a such exciting and sensual nature, they need intimacy on daily basis and could get even really offended if they're advances are being refused or if you don't satisfy their needs. Really sluty bitches.

Also the types to get into BDSM, usually great Switches or Doms.

Honorable mention is Scorpio mars, another sluty placement, though they perform well in all BDSM roles. Also need a lot of intimacy, to the point they may get crazy or overworked if they don't get it, it's even more frustrating if they have feelings for someone or a partner. They just need to feel like they're drowned in pleasure or they will go crazy. Great partner if you look for someone wild but loyal, basically the best babyboy/master/babygirl/mistress. A big off for them, I've noticed is ménage a trois, orgy, and whatever implies changing partner. They don't love the idea of sharing their sexual energy with people they hold no interest/feelings.

All cancer men placements love boobies, not only venus or mars. Also it's not always about an abundant bust, it's also about the color, how firm they are, the form etc. They take into account so many details lol

Meanwhile libra placements men look for the booty, in this case you have to not be plain. It's not about big booty too, just to have some, they even like smaller booty too but well shaped.

Taurus mars men can be pretty libertine, sometimes even cheaters. They just enjoy attention from others, and are kinda "generous" with their dick. Similar to Sagittarius mars.

Now changing subject, there's a big debate about which of the big 3 it's the real you, well from what I've noticed it's pretty easy to spot. You have to consider your rising as the most important because without it you even wouldn't have houses etc. It's literally your life path, the choice you'll do, how you'll act etc. Literally this mf isn't only about how sexy or beautiful you're it's about how you'll fuck up your life or how you'll succeed. Plus you have to consider if you have more masculine or feminine signs in your big 3. Let's say you have your sun and moon in masculine signs but your rising in a feminine sign, what will happen? Easy, you'll be reserved, shy, you need your time to get to know people but you can dwell well in social situations and could easily make friends or gain sympathies.

Stelliums also make a huge impact, the more planets you have in a sign the stronger the impact will be, even more if you have personal planets in. So about the aforementioned topic, look at your rising sign, at your stellium sign + the feminine or masculine sign of your big 3 and Stellium. Let's say your big 3, you have a majority of masculine signs but you have a stellium in a feminine sign, how will you act? Easy, you'll try to maintain a balance or just go in cycles, one period you're the hot bitch running the show and then start your sexy mysterious hermit era.

I know that polarities (yin/yang) aren't talked about that much, but they have a huge impact on your personality, exactly like dominant modalities, elements etc.

[asteroidzzzn]

stargirl | part 6

pairing: leadsinger!ellie x bassist!reader

warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of a fight, angst if u squint

word count: 1.2k

a/n: so sorry for the wait, heres the last chapter!! hope this lives up to ur expectations also HA I BET ITS NOT WHO U EXPECTED

summary: now that you're officially a the fireflies bassist, you're going on tour, where trouble has found you.

"jesus... abby? what the fuck are you doing here?" ellie's hands dropped from your waist as she moved to approach the blonde woman.

abby ignored ellie's question, shifting her gaze to you.

"this the new girl that fucked you to get in the band?" she said in a mocking way, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

ellie inched closer. although she was shorter than abby, she held herself with such confidence that she didn't seem intimidated at all.

"i told you i wanted nothing to do with you after you left. what do you want?" ellie spat.

"wanted to tell you something important. let me talk to you in private," abby reached for ellie's arm, but she slapped the other woman's hand away aggressively, prompting a few curious heads to turn.

"anything you want to tell me she can hear too."

abby shrugged, "have it your way. at least go over there so we can sit down," she began to walk towards a table. ellie glanced at you before turning to follow her.

the three of you settled yourselves in the seats, ellie leaning her forearms against her legs and folding her hands.

"so?" she prompted, "what was so important you had to tell me in person?"

abby sighed, looking down at the floor, "it wasn't what you thought, els—"

"to you it's ellie."

"you became a bitter bitch fast," abby scoffed.

you watched the interaction, anxiety creeping up on you. you wondered if ellie didn't want you to be there. it seemed so private, and you didn't want to intrude.

"yeah, for good reason," ellie responded, "get on with it."

you noticed that abby wouldn't meet ellie's eyes. she suddenly became very self conscious.

"they had shit on my dad," abby eventually revealed, "i had no other choice. i was being blackmailed."

ellie's expression remained cold.

"i went up to you to talk to maybe ask to be back in the band, or at least friends with you all again—"

ellie's harsh laugh cut her off, "that's ridiculous. do you hear what you're saying?"

abby opened her mouth to respond, yet nothing came from her mouth. her eyes glanced frantically around the room as ellie pushed against the chair to stand, towering over the other woman.

"you should be grateful i left it at just kicking you out of the band, because trust me, i could've done so much worse."

you had never seen ellie this furious at someone, not even you back when she acted like she hated you.

"oh yeah? you're all bark, no bite. you couldn't hurt me if you tried," abby taunted.

for you, the rest was a drunken blur after ellie swung at her.

༊*·˚

you sat in ellie's apartment, cradling her hands in yours. neither of you had spoken a word since you arrived. you busied yourself with tending to ellie's wounds, while she watched you shamelessly.

she hissed when you gently poured medicine on the open cuts on her fingers, caused by her sharp rings getting caught during the fight.

"sorry..." you whispered, keeping your gaze fixed on her hand.

silence fell onto you once more. a few minutes later you had to shift up to work on her face. you studied her bruises, cut lip, and gash on her chin.

you sighed, eyes furrowed with worry.

"was it worth it, ellie?"

she remained quiet. her face occasionally twitched when your fingers grazed on a painful spot.

"...i'd been wanting to do that for ages," she spoke in a hushed voice.

"i know. but did it make you feel better?" you held her face in your right hand, while your left applied ointment to her cheek. her eyes fluttered shut, and you felt the weight of her head fall into your hand.

"no, not really. i wish it did but... i don't know. i just feel like a dick. i know she deserved it, though."

your thumb rubbed on her cheek, and you shifted to sit closer to her, needing to focus in on her forehead.

you hesitated for a moment, before sharing your thoughts.

"you seemed a bit...hard on her. if you think she deserved it, i believe you. but it just seemed a bit harsh, is all."

ellie began to chew on her lip, but winced and stopped when she was reminded of the cut by the taste of blood and sharp pain.

"she...she's done other things, too."

you nodded, not speaking, hoping she would continue.

"my ex cheated on me with her."

your gaze dropped from her forehead to meet her eyes. sad and vulnerable.

"i lost one of my closest friends and my girlfriend in one day. then i found out she also was selling my songs to a record label. she stole everything i cared about, and it just wrecked me."

your finger wiped away a tear that fell.

"hey... you don't have to get into it if it's too much for you."

she reached up and held your wrist. "i want you to know."

after a long and honest conversation, the topic deviated back to ellie's fight with abby.

you finished wrapping ellie's final wound on her arm as you spoke. "you know, people are talking about you on twitter."

ellie's eyes rolled. "what do they have to say?"

"there's a video of it all, apparently. it's about 50/50, some people think you're right, and there are people on her side. and some..."

your words fell short. you cut off the bandage and folded it. you cleared your throat.

"all done."

"hey, wait, what were they saying? was it about you?"

"...yeah."

"bad?"

your hands found their way into your own lap, and you began picking at your nails.

"i read a comment that said i wasn't even that good, and i just got in the band because we're...together."

"oh."

you nodded. you and ellie hadn't talked about being together. you assumed neither of you wanted something official. you were friends. that kissed once. and liked each other. but you were worried a label might make things more complicated than they already were.

what would dina think? what would jesse? any of the fans of the band? and if you broke up...what would happen?

all the thoughts rushed through your mind at once. there was a chaotic tornado in you, speeding up with every second.

the storm fell still when ellie's hand found yours.

"well, fuck them. we love having you with us. we...i need you here."

a smile grew on your face. "yeah, fuck them," you breathed as you leaned forward to kiss ellie.

regardless of what happened in the future on tour, you would overcome it. you would prove to everyone that you deserved your spot in the band. and you had ellie with you every step of the way.

that was all that mattered.

a/n: ahhh!! i know this is so short, but i'm so so so happy with this ending, and i hope u all are too! thank you to everyone to stuck with this story to the end and shared your love for my writing!! im so grateful and happy !!! 💘💘💘

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[ofallthingsnasty]

been thinkin about mouth inspections at the dentist (with our faves). Isn’t there a way to tell if you’ve given bjs before? Like there’s an indent in the roof of your mouth or something? Since you have experience in dentistry, i thought I might ask💀

Perhaps dentist fave pokes around in your mouth and finds that spot, asking all sorts of gross questions, who’ve you done it with? how many have you given? and then forces you on your knees, explaining the whole time what he’s doing to that spot in your mouth as he brutalizes your throat. Law or Doffy would be the worst for it. Doffy wouldn’t be able to control himself and Law would be so calm and collected, it would be scary

Yes, but only hard and recent blowjobs - there can be petechiae on your palate!! (Think tiny red spots) We don't care, though ajsjjksk and as always THIS IS FICTIONAL OFC I DON'T ENDORSE THIS AJSKKS

The mental image of 'big dick Doflamingo's everything but mostly expensive implants mill'-dental office is sending me. Baby 5 not-so-subtly chewing gum behind her mask while she makes you wait in the chair. Him coming in half an hour late (you've been nervous and sweating the whole damn time and the radio is blasting nothing but shitty early 2010s pop which doesn't help), clearly fresh from some break and not a difficult procedure, showing you just how much he doesn't care about you. He fucking reeks of cologne. Light pink scrubs that fit him so well it's not even funny. Has a weirdly delicate gold chain around his neck that really emphasizes the way his pecs puff up before connecting with his collarbone. It kind of makes you want to fall into his... well, his cleavage. (Because of course he chooses scrubs with a rather unorthodox neckline - who's going to tell him off? He's the boss. Sometimes he comes in wearing polo shirts in that same pink tone and they're always, always a little too tight.)

He throws himself into his little chair so hard it skids right up to you and he just smiles as a greeting, porcelain-white veneers blinding you for a moment, before he puts his mask up (also pink, it's a whole fucking theme here). It's all pretty standard, Baby 5's clearly fake nails clicker-clacker away at the keyboard while he lists off your dental status - until he gets to the soft tissue, especially your palate.

tw. crack treated seriously + noncon = the combo from hell, medical malpractice, Law is in here too, as a separate listing (same tags for him + hypnosis), minors dni, don't take this too seriously i had too much fun writing this it's so silly, dental hypno doesn't work like this don't worry lol

Well, that's certainly an eyebrow raiser. Looks like little old unassuming you has a bit of a wild side. He can tell you know your stuff by how big and angry-red the bruise on your mucosa is. You've been a patient of his for a long time now - and other that the fact that you pretty much look like you're about to faint every time your ass touches the chair, you've been rather forgettable (but cute, he has to admit). He can tell you don't like the way he fingers around your mouth one bit - and that you're waiting for his final evaluation, taut like a bowstring. You're probably pissing your pants at the thought of getting some major work done. He knows your type and nudges his fingers just a little farther down your throat, to your uvula, just to see how trained your gag reflex is (and to keep you anxious for just a few seconds longer, it's just too precious).

You don't even blink. Others would have coughed up their breakfast by now but you're sitting there, eyes teary and face worried. Would you look at that. It's good he's wearing his mask or else you'd be able to see that he's poking out his tongue because he's smiling so hard - you're suddenly in his top ten patients, right next to all the big bucks and two or three genuinely interesting cases. And oh, he's getting ideas with the way you fidget under his gaze. You wouldn't tattle. You wouldn't even fight back. My, you're perfect for a little lunch time fun.

Baby 5 is out of the room with a single gesture, closes the door behind her with a distinctive click. She won't bother him either, she'll just go hide in the break room and text her newest boyfriend until someone scrapes her out of there again. And you? You're already anxiously waiting for his diagnosis, fearing the worst. Oh, he'll give you the worst. It's delicious to see your face go from nervous to absolutely crestfallen as he spins some tall tale about how need to get big work done on two molars, how bad it already is and how you probably should opt for implants (his specialty, after all. And so expensive he just knows you'll do just about anything to save a little money.) Of course, you trust him. And of course, you agree for him to go with the 'best' (and coincidentally most expensive) option, even when you're clearly fighting back tears at the price. He tells you to lay back, brings the chair to the highest, horizontal position and overstretches the neck so that your mouth is in a perfect line with your throat. It's unpleasant how the blood from the rest of your body is cut off from your head in this position, how the whole room is suddenly overhead and that damn light is shining straight into your eyes. It's supposed to give him a better look at your upper teeth - but when you open your eyes to his fucking dick of all things and him telling you that you want that treatment cheap, don't you?, you learn that not everyone has your best interest in mind. (Sadly, you don't even get to answer because he just shoves himself into you and fucks the protest right out of your oesophagus.) When he's done with you, your whole face is full of spit and mucus and you probably lost consciousness at least once - turns out not enough perfusion for your brain coupled with extreme anxiety and someone gripping your throat to fuck it better isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world.

Honestly, you'll try so hard not to go back after that experience, you really do. Problem is, you gave them your mobile number when you first signed over your data - and just two days later you'll get a barrage of texts in finest text speak anno 2004, with a million of 😜🤞😂🦩 emojis asking you about the state of your throat and if you still want that follow-up. Cheapest set of dental implants you'll ever get, honestly. You only have to sell him your dignity.

Law on the other hand... All prim and proper in starched white, medical professional through and through, yet so gentle - has a whole concept around dental phobic patients, with warm and welcoming treatment rooms, gentle music, offers laughing gas, hypnosis and even general anesthesia if the fear is especially bad. Always professional and never condescending or infanitilizing (like some can be when it comes to phobic patients). He's a dentist, a doctor, the authority in this place but he guides with a gentle hand - and people adore him.

You've been his patient for a while now - and he can't lie, he really likes you. You've been a dream to work with despite your anxiety; have endured every session bravely, you hang onto every word he says with big, wet eyes. He makes a suggestion - you take it. No matter the cost, the time, how outlandish the approach might be, you're always willing, nod your head yes and try to tough it out. You're somewhat soggy, almost whiny but that's okay. It's kind of cute, really. So when he sees those telltale red spots on your palate, he's a little surprised... You come across as so meek while on the chair, it's hard to picture you as anything else outside of it. But clearly, you're either an extremely attentive lover or you're wilder than he thought. Honestly, he's almost pouting over this revelation. Who are you fucking? Even if the sentiment is inappropriate, it should be him - at least that's what his little crush on you whispers to him deep, deep down. He mills over it a little too long, long enough for you to try to speak around his fingers in your mouth - there you go again, asking him (and so politely, too) if there is something, anything? And to his shame, all he can think about is if this is how your tongue feels like when you're using it. The way you slur against his hand, that warm and entirely too inviting mouth so close yet so far - it's giving him some shameful, shameful ideas. What harm is in a little test drive - especially when you've been proven to respond well to hypnosis. He has just enough time to rope you into a little session, as well. So he pulls a face behind the mask and explains that yes, actually, you have a little cavity - a teeny tiny thing that could be filled so easily right now, if you have the time for it. The way you immediately tense up underneath him isn't lost to him. God, you hate surprises, he knows that, and he's being so, so selfish - but it's too late to take back his words now.

He can practically watch the thoughts form in your brain, can see how you valiantly try to fight down the panic over a surprise dental procedure. But, as always, you swallow the lie hook, line and sinker. And when you ask him if he can use hypnosis on you again, he knows he's won this round. It's not ideal - you're already upset over this whole situation and to get you into that relaxed state is going to be a lot of work, but he knows you well enough by now. A sentence here, a soothing word there, gentle encouragement wrapped around it all like a bow - the moment you've let go, he can simply pull his pants down and force himself into your mouth, that's how far away you'll be. Of course, you aren't as active as he wants you to be, but the thrill and novelty of the situation is more than enough for him. The thought of marking you like this, to cum right down you throat without you or the ominous other person fucking you knowing, is more arousing than he'd like to admit. Maybe he has to stroke himself to completion (because your slack lips around him are far from enough) but his orgasm builds up quickly and hits him hard. He can already feel that pesky sense of guilt nagging away at him the moment he collects his breath - but he cleans you up and fixes your rumpled clothes and shoves all those bad feelings into some far away corner of his mind.

Your numb jaw is easily explained away, as is that horrible taste in your mouth - and he did give you a filling, after all, so hey, the lie isn't that bad, right?

(Law totally did his junior time at Doffy's terrible implant money grub mill and then vowed to himself that he'll never ever ever become like that. Well, that kinda sorta didn't work out, huh?)

[zeroducks-2]

I was thinking of something my gf said about Under The Red Hood, about the whole "did Bruce hit Jason in the neck or shoulder" conundrum.

I hadn't really wondered about it too much previously, I just assumed Bruce is a fucking asshole because he threw a batarang at this boy who supposedly was like a son to him, after getting him back from the dead, at the very high risk of killing him. Like idgaf of the circumstances okay? Fuck off Bruce. So it's not like I really cared if that was the shoulder or the neck (even if it does look like the neck) because it's the principle that's fucked up.

But anyway, recently my gf said something and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went back to UTRH and looked for panels and GODDAMNIT SHE'S RIGHT-

So, the answer to the question "did Bruce aim for Jason's neck or shoulder when he threw that batarang?" can be answered with BOTH. Let me explain.

The scene is Bruce and Jason's last confrontation in UTRH, and they just started to fight. It's a brutal fight made even more desperate because chemo has just been dropped on Bludhaven and Bruce cannot physically go check on Dick because Jason is preventing him, so they're both desperate, no one is pulling the punches.

it starts out like this:

With a batarang thrown behind Jason that bounces back from a close distance, and which allows Jason to choose his wound, because it's aimed to his shoulder and head.

Sounds familiar? Basically this blow is thrown in a way that takes away someone's balance, forcing them to move from a spot if they want to avoid a potentially fatal blow.

Jason dodges of course and gets hit on the side of the shoulder, giving back with one of "his tricks", and the fight continues.

Now take a look at how the fight ends:

with the same opening blow, a batarang thrown behind Jason, aimed at his shoulder and head. Clearly aimed to destabilize Jason and make him let go of the Joker, but Jason does not move and does not let go until after he's been hit.

The implications of this are huge. It's a known fact that Jason does not think he's going to walk out of this alive, but here he actively chose to let Bruce hit him in the neck, solid on his position until the end.

There's also a bit, a few panels prior, regarding how both Jason and Bruce wouldn't fall for the same trick twice:

Never twice.

Bruce used the same move twice with that batarang throw, and again it implies that Jason should have seen it coming and he did.

Bruce won, in the sense that he managed to not do what Jason demanded - shoot him through his face or watch the Joker die - he "managed to find a way to win" and keep his conscience relatively clean because he didn't shoot a gun, and it was Jason's decision not to move and to let that batarang hit him in the neck when he could have dodged it.

And everybody still loses.

DC writers do have a tendency to depict Jason having suicidal tendencies. I'm pretty sure at this point that it comes from this, and that whatever the fuck happens in RHATO when Bruce beats the living hell out of him, and Jason does not defend himself, is supposed to be some kind of parallel to this particular dyamic of UTRH (a bad parallel but still).

I rest my case.

[gambitxrogue11]

🔞⛔CaliGator smut🔞⛔

(MDI, includes explicit language, name calling, oral, Gator Tillman, Billy Hargrove, One Shot)

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"Hey faggot ye want this?" Gator yelling at Billy from across the street, pointing at his crotch...

Billy did not response and just continue to smoke his cigs.. he thinks to himself "another day at stark county" .. it's been a few months since they move here and his life is a living hell due to Neil outing him to the Tillman's in hopes that Roy can purge the "homo" out of him... whatever that means ..

In different situation if somebody calls Billy, a fag he would beat the shit out them without question.. but he can't do that here, this town is own by Sheriff Roy Tillman. He's basically a god here.

Neil had specifically told him to respect these fucking cops so he can get on the good side of Roy, and that includes this dirty fucking lizard of a man standing across the street, Roy's son Gator.

Although if he was being honest to himself, wanting Gator's dick wouldn't be half bad specially in this shitty town .. in fact this asshole is a struggle for him.. his mind thinks that Gator is nothing but trouble .. but every time he sees him walking around town with his dump truck inhaling his vape and hearing his sexy accent, Billy's body is betraying him..

Billy's thought train were soon interrupted after seeing Gator is walking towards him "fuck" Billy whispered under his breath..

"What is it do you want, Tillman?" Billy shouted back at the coming Gator ..

"Nothin' just curious what ye doin' around these parts of town" smuggly Gator says as he stands in front of Billy ..

"None of your business, dick!" as Billy throws his cigarette down and spits near Gator's feet ..

"Chill out bruh, I ain't gon'du nothin' te ye, unless ya fuckin' want me ta." Gator cocky-ly told Billy as he takes a hit of his vape

Billy wanted to shove Gator's vape right down his throat but also wanted to taste that mouth he thought it'll probably taste sweet because of all the different fruit flavored vape he's smoking ..

After scratching the thought of wanting to hungrily kiss Gator, Billy decided he just walk away from this conversation ."If you will excuse me officer, since you got nothing to tell me I will be leaving.. my 20mins smoking break is up.. i have to get back to work" Billy pointing at the auto shop nearby.

Gator grab Billy's hand as he walks out "So that's why yer here, huh.. ta work in that dump" Gator voice suddenly deepen "do me a favor Hargrove, work on my cock instead" smirking as he bit his lower lip while looking down at his crotch..

"Wtf? Can you stop messing with me?" Billy protest as he thought Gator is making fun of the fact that he's gay

Gator walks more closer to Billy and whisper in his ears "Oh i'll make a mess alright, just tell me if ya want it in yer face or in yer ass" Billy felt Gator's warm breath that sends chills through his body and made his cock hard..

"Fuck off, Gator" as Billy tries to fight, the unholy thought forming in his mind..

When suddenly Gator licks the lobe of Billy's ear, this time Billy was struggling and breathing heavily, he gasps as Gator's wet tongue tickles him and made him hard as rock at the same time.

"Just as I thought, a horny faggot, wipe that precum, slut." Gator smirk.

Billy didn't notice his pants had wet spot already due to precum from all the teasing Gator did..

"See ya later, Hargrove" as Gator walks away from Billy..

The afternoon shift he had at work was a blur to Billy, as much as he wants to focus on his job his mind keeps getting back to earlier Gator, teasingly sliding his hands to his crotch, then licking his earlobe, thinking about it still makes Billy moan under his breath and his cock hard.

Billy finished his shift pass dinner time, he went home, had dinner, and went to bed..

Billy, looking up at ceiling of his room still can't get the thought out of his mind Gator is complete asshole but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that fucking lizard is sexy, trying to satisfy his hunger for that dick, Billy took off his pants and begin stroking himself, it didn't take long for Billy to become hard as a rock again..

"Ye want this faggot"

"Just as I thought, a horny faggot"

"Ugh" Billy moans as he keeps hearing Gator's voice in his mind while he continue stroking himself under his blanket, Billy went faster and faster in his strokes "Uggghhh" Billy groans as pleasure keeps building up, he shuts his eyes and imagines, Gator fucking him while telling him, his just a hole for him... "Oh! Ugh!" Billy is near when suddenly he heard his windows open..

"Fuck" Billy removes his blanket just below his head to take a look but it is too dark to see anyone .. "who's there?" Billy asks when a flash of light suddenly hits his eyes.. blinded him for a moment "Jesus, Hargrove, ye really are fuckin' horny"

"Fuck you, Gator did you just really broke in to my room?" Billy already recognize the voice of the person who's in his room..

Gator pulled Billy's blanket completely off, exposing him naked..

"Why the fuck are you here?" Billy continue as he sits up in his bed, cock still hard.

"Ahm here ta make yer dreams come true, Hargrove" Gator answered

"What are you... what the fuck are you talking about?" As Billy stuttered a bit

Gator walks closer to the edge of the bed, sits on it and grab Billy's chin to look at him in the eyes.

"Tell me, Billy who are ya imaginin' while ye jack yerself off?"

Billy notices Gator's eyes darkened and looking hungry

"I-" Billy tries to think of something but Gator pulls him in for a kiss .. Billy answered the kiss with hunger, and lust their tongue's are like two swords fighting, suddenly Gator bit the other boy's lower lip, Billy lets out a moan, "Ughh" he then grab Gator's face to pull him in more into the kiss, but then Gator grabs Billy's hands and pull it off from him as he does the kiss..

Billy let's out another moan eyes filled with lust, needy-ness

"Fuck, Gator! Come on!" There's a wanting on Billy's voice.. wanting to eat and need for Gator mouth

"Ye didn't answer my question fag"

"Tell me who r' ye imaginin' while ya jack yerself off?" Gator said

"Fuck off" Billy defiantly answers

"Answer ta question, Hargrove"

Billy sigh and "I'm thinking about YOU!, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

With a smirk on his face Gator kisses Billy again, this time more aggressive, more hungry, as he breaks again from the kiss and palms Billy's cheeks, Billy's mouth open like '😮'

"Ucckktoo" Gator spits in Billy's mouth as Billy lets out a groan "Ugh"

"What' r ye goin' ta say?" Gator ask

"Thank you, sir" Billy answered

"Good boy" - Gator went back to kissing Billy as he pulls off his shirt, Billy helps him out without breaking their intense smooch.

After Gator pull off his jacket and kevlar vest, Billy, immediately took off Gator's black sweatshirt, then suck on his left nipple while grabbing the hair on his chest, caressing it like petting a cat, Gator moans as Billy rolls his tongue on his nipple, biting it a bit then went back to licking it .. Gator eyes are rolling back at the sensation of Billy's wet tongue tickling his nips, Billy kisses and licks Gator's body going down to his tummy all the way to his navel and then to his crotch .. Gator took off his belt while Billy pulls down his pants, Billy put his face on Gator boxers feeling his harden cock and sniffing it underneath..

"That's all yers, Hargrove" Gator moaned

Billy finally pull off the boxers, as he gasp at the sight of Gator's monster cock, Gator grab his cock and tap it to Billy's face, "Open yer mouth" Gator ask.. Billy did and Gator rest the tip of his cock onto Billy's tongue .. Billy licks the slit teasing it.. but then Gator palms his hair and shove his manhood straight to Billy throat "UCCKK" Billy gagged but then continues to swallow it until he was drooling everywhere making a mess on his face and mouth

"Yer so beautiful like that, Hargrove!" As Gator pull off Billy from his cock he lifts him up and cleans the drool on his face using his tongue..

Gator then push Billy's back on to the bed and spread out his legs .. "ye ready for me baby?"

"Yes, Gator! Fuck me" Billy groan..

Gator spat on his hand and put it on Billy aching hole .. "ughh" Billy moans as Gator puts one finger in his hole, "Ugh, Gator!" As Gator puts two and then three fingers on his hole..

Gator then spat again and this time put it on his cock .. he pointed his cock to Billy's hole while putting Billy's leg up on his shoulder then thrust his cock in! "UUGGGHH FUCCK" Billy let's out a loud moan as Gator continues to go in and out of his hole, each thrust hits Billy on his spot, and each of thrust feels like his hole is getting torn apart! "OHHH SHIT UGHH" Billy cries out as Gator mercilessly fucks Billy, Gator then grab Billy's cock and stroke it as he continues to fuck him.

"UGH! GATOR! FUCK! YES!" tears forming on Billy's eyes as they both reach their climax

"Ya like that? Ye Fag?!" - Gator

"UGHHH" they both moan and cursed on each other Gator can feel his orgasm is reaching high.. andd

"UGGGHHHH FUCK!"

"THAT'S IT! UGGHH" he empties his cock on Billy hole while Billy cums on his belly,

"OHHH FUUCCKK,! GATOR!" Billy moans as loud as he could..

While Gator groans, he falls on to Billy's body.. both pants as they both try to catch their breath..

"I love ya, Hargrove" Gator whispered on Billy's ear

"What do you think our fathers would say if they would know this?" Billy ask

"Who gives a shit, Billy? Bet ya they're fuckin' each other too" Gator chuckles

"You really are a fucking asshole, Gator" - Billy

"Yeah?" - Gator

"Yeah!" - Billy

They both kiss and cuddle until they fall asleep.

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A/N: yay! So this is my first full length smut .. the caligator brainrot got me hard.. didn't proof read it too .. let me know what you guys think and should I do more?

[dcu-rarepair]

Day 4 Gifts

Eight fantastic Gifts have been released for Day Four! Head to the Collection to check them out, and view the Release Schedule to see what’s in store!

We also have a handy Commenting Guide to help our Giftees with showing their Giftors some love. And now, here’s today’s works: 

put my lips to something by anonymous for boyswonder

Omegaverse AU, Sex Pollen Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply Dick Grayson/Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde Dick and Kaldur are on a simple mission to investigate some strange occurrence off the coast of Happy Harbor. It should be a simple little mission to retrieve some data, perhaps they could banter a little, maybe Dick could summon the courage to ask Kaldur on another date. They may be biting off more than they can chew.

Falling in Love in a Stolen Corvette by anonymous for SasheneSkywalker

Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply Tim Drake/Roy Harper/Jason Todd Dick sees Jason fall to the enemy, Batman is certain his second son is dead. But without a body Arsenal refuses to believe them. Tim knows his best bet at rescuing Jason lies with Roy Harper. Tim convinces Roy to take him on the road trip to chase down an alien ship and rescue the man they both love.

the animosity of dandelions by anonymous for Nightwang

Explicit | Rape/Non-Con Stephanie Brown/Pamela Isley Vigilantism has rules. Rule number one: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Prepare for the worst. Rule number two: If a situation looks too good to be true, it is. Don't trust it. Steph finds herself backed into a corner with no way out, but she's not going down without a fight.

Wait That's Not What Omega Beams are Supposed to do, Is It??? by anonymous for somagni

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply John Constantine/Clark Kent "They weren't expecting me. They actually set up a barrier so that I wouldn't notice them, except..." "'cept, just their rotten luck, it was across the street from you and your mates," John said. "And, when they spotted great old Man of Steel, their 'amateur magician' panicked, and hit you with a - what did he call it?" Superman looked uncomfortable, eyes flickering away. "I, uh... I think he was trying to replicate Darkseid's powers. Specifically, his 'Omega Beams'." "Your amateur magician was a fucking moron," John said, because what kind of idiotic human tried to summon the power of a New God? "Yeah, well, he certainly hit me with an omega beam." Superman's cheeks were pink, pretty and rosey. Kryptonians don't have a secondary gender dynamic, and neither does Clark... Until now.

Ceasefire by anonymous for forestgreen

Vikings AU Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd Their bond is something forged in fiercer flames.

Tara and Joseph by anonymous for lovesickseraph

Art | General Audience | No Archive Warnings Apply Tara Markov/Joseph Wilson Sweethearts enjoying their date in civvies.

You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece by anonymous for syrennetim

First Date Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply Hal Jordon (Green Lantern)/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Clark sends another text. Clark: It’s a date :) Hal drops the phone. or Hal and Clark finally finish their date from legend of the green flame, someone else might be tagging along this time

And The World Keeps Spinning by anonymous for BearlyWriting

Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Mia Dearden/Jason Todd Everyone keeps assuring her that the Red Hood is as crazy and out of control as any other murdering creep in a costume; that she was lucky to survive. Some of them, like Batman and Nightwing, actually know the guy. And they have a lot of experience. Way more than her. They know what they’re talking about. It’s just… She is lucky she got away. Really lucky. Despite her training, Red Hood had captured her as easily as picking up his dry cleaning. If he’d really wanted to hurt her, it would have been all too easy. The only conclusion is that he let her go. It takes three days to accept that truth. After that… well, the floodgates have been thrown open. Everything that’s happened, all the shit she’s been through in her life… it's scary how easily she can picture going the other way, letting the anger and bitterness and bone-deep injustice lead her down a more violent path of vengeance and righteous fury.

[greatprotector-if]

How about this one:

K, G and V go on an outing to the zoo. How does the day go? What shenanigans are they up to?

i'm so sorry i let this sit in my inbox for so long hey hi

Galen loves animals. HUGE fan of every single fucking kind—except for rodents or cannibals, they can't stomach those. Other than that though, they'd flit eagerly from animal to animal, taking as many pictures as their storage would allow and then some. Very respectful of all the rules, very conscious of the comfort of the animals. Kallias would attempt to photobomb them, but unfortunately, you can only do so much when you're going against someone who's 7 fucking feet tall and can also raise their arms above their head to take pictures.

V doesn't really have any particular feelings about animals in general, but they do have a soft spot for the birds, and especially the birds of prey, so they'd mostly just park themself in front of the birds and refuse to leave... unless they have food in their hands in which case they're much more agreeable, and they'll let themself be dragged around. Would bite the head off of anyone being a dick, and would unconsciously be wary of any children looking like they're getting too close to danger.

Kallias likes animals but they don't really like watching them as much, so the zoo wouldn't be their first choice. They'd much prefer petting or feeding or riding one into battle. Really, they're just here to watch their friends have a good time, they're a bit of a people pleaser that way. They love when the people they care about are happy, their own feelings are secondary. They would genuinely love the gift shop though because there are so many silly things in there. Stupid things for themself, and genuine, thoughtful presents for their friends. They're the one strolling through the zoo looking like a walking advertisement with zero shame. Gift shop hat, gift shop shirt, gift shop sunglasses, toy snake around their shoulders, one puppet on each hand. They'd probably still get the numbers of some strangers even like this. V would purposefully walk as far away from Kallias as they can, not wanting to be associated with that.

Kallias would also be determined to hog the photo booths. Every single one they come across, regardless of how many photos they've already taken, Kallias would go HEY GUYS COME ON and then they'd rush over without waiting for an answer, grinning and waving the others over. V would try to put up a fight, but it wouldn't be long before Galen's pushing them over to get it over with.

[violetswritingg]

Only in Darkness

Jason Todd X OFC!

Description:

"Only in Darkness can you see the stars."

Or

Marlowe Knight stumbling upon a girl prophesied to end the world and going on the adventure of a life time.

Rating: M (Blood, cannon typical violence, sibling rivalry, scars, torture, trauma, angsttttt)

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12

Ohio

2018

"Well hello there you five." 

Rachel was terrified, confused, and disturbed. All of the emotions fighting for their spot in the light as the girl kept glancing over her shoulder into the open trunk.  

"Who the fuck are these guys?" Hank asked, approaching the family with a laid back gate.

The father catching him off guard by lunging forward and kicking the blonde man in the chest.

"Shit." Marlowe cursed.

She tried to convince herself that this was all just another bad dream, but the stinging from the zip ties as they cut into the skin on her wrists didn't follow that conclusion. That hope.

"Rachel, Marlowe, come on." Dick grabbed ahold of both of the girls and dragged all three of them behind an A/C unit. "Stay here."

"Like hell-" Marlowe protested, ripping her arm out of Dick's grip and standing.

"Wait. Don't leave." Rachel begged, grabbing onto Dick and Marlowe's wrists just as the father and sister appeared. Knocking Dick off the roof with a punch to the nose and a well-placed roundhouse kick. The father walking away, the sister sticking around and eyeing Marlowe with dead eyes.

No, this was real. 

This was very real

And Rachel had no idea what to do. 

The longer they drove the longer the situation became more and more dire. Not only were they getting closer to their destination, the longer they were on the road, the longer Marlowe was stuck bleeding out in the trunk. Next to a weapon Rachel could recognize as the Cosmic Staff. 

~~*~~

Washington, District of Columbia

2018

Dick, Dawn and Hank were at the hospital. Hank watching over his girlfriend, while Dick was somewhere else mentally. Sitting outside the Dawn's room in the uncomfortable hospital chairs. His nails picking at his cuticles as he went through each mental snapshot his brain had saved in his memory. 

Doing his fucking best to see if he could try and piece together what happened. Figure out how much of the drying blood on the roof, the hallway, the splatters on the ground, and the emergency exit door was Marlowe's. 

Figure out if there was even a chance she was alive.  

He hadn't called Jack yet. 

He didn't know if he could. 

"Please Dick. She just needs help. She's angry and lost and thinks that taking down the mist will make all the demons go away. That it will make everything better. That it will prove something. Please. Look out for her. She's desperate and knowing my daughter that will make her reckless." Dick bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to sign up for something he knew he wouldn't be able to do. 

"Okay, I will." But he did anyway. 

Marlowe was his responsibility now, just like Rachel was. He may not like it, he may not feel like he's capable of it but this is the reality he's in and there's no changing it. 

Dick let out a heavy breath, his elbows digging into his knees as he held his head in his hands.

~~*~~ 

Ohio

2018

When the family pulled into a gas station, Rachel told them she had to go to the bathroom, hoping she could escape. Break free from the zip ties with something in there but there was nothing. 

Marlowe quickly pulled her wrist from Rachel's grip and whipped out her switchblade. Lunging forward and trying to put distance between them and Rachel but also trying to stay close enough to guard the teen from any other family members coming her way.

Marlowe could hear Hank and Dawn fighting off the parents, realizing too late that there was one family member missing.

The father's constant knocking on the door and her reflection coming to life didn't help her calm down or think of ways out at all. The events on the roof playing in her head over and over again on a loop. 

Marlowe dodged the daughter's small fist and rolled to the ground to avoid a kick aimed for her face. Marlowe swept the red-head's only point of contact with the ground out from under her, going to stab her shoulder. Only to be yanked back by a strength that did not match the gangly body of the brother. Her head whipping back from the force of hitting the ground and slamming against the gravel, dazing her.

She recovered quick enough to roll away from the baseball bat coming down at her face, that would have cracked her skull open if it had made contact. Getting back up to her feet and standing defensively with her switchblade ready to slice and stab. Doing her best to ignore the stars in her vision.

The sister pulled a whip out of nowhere and the brother whirled his bat in circles as they stalked closer to Marlowe. Their once dead eyes glinting hollowly in a way that made her hair stand on end.

Turning over her shoulder to look at the door when the knocking stopped, Rachel hearing muffled voices before the wall lit up.

That being her only warning before she was being tossed back beside the mirror, chunks of cinder block and ash decorating her blue streaked hair and pale face.

"Do you know who I am?" A tall woman demanded as she stepped through the smoking hole right where the door used to be. Bright pink hair complementing dark, flawless skin and impossibly green eyes. "Girl, who am I?"

Rachel pushed up onto her elbows, taking the woman in through the smoke, "I don't know."

This obviously wasn't an answer the woman wanted to hear, but she still offered a hand up to the teen. "Come on, I have a feeling you'll do better with me than them."

Rachel accepted the offer, letting the woman rush her out of the bathroom but digging her heels in when they passed the nuclear family's car.

Marlowe lashed out first again, her blade only catching air.

The sister's whip latched around Marlowe's wrist and tugged, making her stumble forward and drop her switch blade. The brother got behind her and bashed in the back of her knee, gravel digging into her skin through her jeans as she fell. 

"What?" The woman asked in exasperation. They didn't have time for this.

"My friend, she's hurt." Rachel jogged to the trunk; the pink haired savior followed after a breath. Her eyes widening at the sight of a blood covered teenager, her knees tucked into her chest, a golden Staff lying beside her.

"She looks dead. Come on, we gotta go-"

"She's not dead. She can't be. We either take her with us or I don't go with you at all." Rachel knew she couldn't enforce her ultimatum, she still made it though. The woman just sighed and motioned for Rachel to stand back, breaking the back windshield with her elbow and unlocking the swing out door from the inside.

Gently picking up the unconscious girl and telling Rachel to grab whatever the gold staff was, the trio rushing over to a dark blue Camaro. Marlowe and the Staff being put in the back seat while Rachel got in the front, the woman getting into the driver's seat once the wounded girl was situated. Revving the engine and peeling out of the gas station.

~~*~~

Washington, District of Columbia 

2018

"They had an intruder at the Roth crime scene. African-American female, maybe six-foot, magenta hair. Apparently, she assaulted several officers. Bolo came back with a match on her, at a gas station up your way off the 495. Security cameras caught her leaving with a girl matching the description of Rachel Roth and another girl, looking to be unconscious and heavily injured. She left a body behind."

Dick felt like he couldn't breathe. His mind going back to the small pool of blood on the roof and the trail of drops, smears, and handprints. The destroyed plaster leading to the back door where even more red was painted down the dark gray metal.

There was too much blood.

"Any ID on the other girl yet?"

The case that held her suit had a hole burned through the top part, obviously where the Staff had melted the bulletproof material to answer the call of their wielder. Their other half.

"No name, camera didn't get her face but, she was young. Teenager to mid-twenties, blonde hair. And she had what looks likes the Cosmic Staff with her. Louisiana State Police caught wind, they're expecting updates, apparently Stargirl has been missing for a couple months. They're not taking any chances."

A folded up switchblade sat in the glove box of his Porsche; red flecks of blood he couldn't get rid of still stuck in the crevices of the black and crimson handle and the button that released the black blade.

"I'm on my way."

Shaking his head as if to physically pull himself out of the memory Dick focused on the road, flooring the gas.

~~*~~

Ohio

2018

"We've never met? Ever?" the pink haired woman, who had yet to give Rachel her name, questioned. Frustrated at yet another dead end in the search for her identity.

Rachel just shook her head, glancing back at a still unconscious Marlowe, not able to tell if the bleeding had stopped or not. Her eyes trailing over the Cosmic Staff in slight awe before turning back to the driver as she cursed.

Marlowe heard Dawn cry out, quickly looking over in between dodging swings of the brother's baseball bat. Seeing the platinum blonde being choked out by the mom and Hank on his knees with the sister's whip around his throat. In her moment of inattention, the brother got the drop on her, catching her temple with a sick crack.

Her world spun violently and her plane of existence tilted. Gravel cutting into her cheek, something wet dripping down the bride of her nose. Yelling could be heard but she couldn't understand a single syllable of it, everything sounding like she was underwater.

"You know that's a weird question to ask, right?"

"Just sit there and be quiet, I need to think." The magenta haired woman huffed as her frustration at the situation she found herself living grew. The silence that ensued wasn't tense in the traditional sense, no angst could be found here, just quiet contemplation and worry.

Soft grunts passed Marlowe's lips as she shakily got her hands under her and pushed up onto her hands and knees. Blinking harshly and shaking her head.

Seeing a glint of metal Marlowe squinted at the switchblade not even two feet from her. Sloppily grabbing it as she stumbled up. Backing up to stand in front of the A/C unit Rachel was behind. Or was it the one beside it?

Hank was knocked out, the bird cage destroyed, Dawn and Dick nowhere to be seen. It was just her standing in the way of the family and Rachel now.

Rachel, to get a bit more information on the woman beside her, placed a hand on her shoulder. The woman freaked out and pushed Rachel's hand away. Demanding what Rachel even meant to do. 

It was strange to Rachel, the teen staring at her hand with furrowed brows, it wasn't like with the nuclear family where they were just empty. This was like there was something blocking Rachel from sensing what the woman was feeling or getting any glimpses of her past.

"I can feel what other people are feeling, but I couldn't feel anything from you." The woman just let out a tired breath, "Who are you? What do you want with me? And when are we going to get Marlowe help?"

Four very displeased faces stared back at her, "Well, aren't you resilient." The mom spoke condescendingly, "We can't have that now, can we? Only got room in the car for one extra passenger."

"Kids." The father nodded and the brother and sister descended on Marlowe once again. Rachel watching in horror as Marlowe was put on her back fairly quickly. With a lot less resistance then the first time. 

The air in her lungs whooshing out of her gaping mouth, her wheezing cough filling the air. Her knife skittering away from her fingers once again and stopping right at the mom's feet.

"I don't know. Just know that there are people out there trying to hurt you and I'm not, okay?" She responded calmly glancing at Rachel before chancing a look into the back seat, "And I don't know. It's not like we can just walk into an emergency room right now, but whatever we do it's gotta be soon."

The woman reached down and picked it up, turning it over in the moonlight and appraising the blade. Finding it acceptable before walking over to Marlowe and looking down at her as she struggled to breathe.

Rachel didn't say anything, concern and guilt shining in her eyes as she looked back at Marlowe again. It was her fault. She got hurt protecting Rachel, just like she promised she would. If Rachel had just left her out of her mess in Detroit than Marlowe wouldn't be hurt and dying right now.

"You put your toys away when your done with them." With that the mom drove the switchblade into Marlowe's leg, the sharp metal going through her skin like warm butter. Standing back to her full height the mother carried a pleased look on her face when a scream passed through Marlowe's lips as she writhed on the ground.

Red started to pour around the knife, Marlowe grunting as the nuclear family walked around her. Trying to get up and keep going but falling at every attempt.

"Who were they? Those people, what do they want from you? Why did they take her?" The woman unloaded her questions, gesturing to Marlowe in the back seat.

Marlowe turned onto her side, reaching out to Rachel as the Nuclear family dragged her with them to the roof door.

"I don't know." Rachel honestly answered.

"What's the thing she has with her?" the woman asked, eyeing the gold, "Is it a weapon?"

"Hands off the girl." Cosmo leveled themselves defensively at the family, relying on Marlowe's foggy mental commands as her hands started to shake from blood loss. Her leg wound knife-less and spilling out red. The odds weren't looking too great but that didn't mean Marlowe was just going to roll over.

"Well, isn't this a surprise." The mom said looking to the father.

"Quite a surprise indeed." The father replied.

"Let her go and maybe I'll be nice and won't burn all your asses to a crisp." Marlowe threatened, though it fell flat with how pale she was turning in the slowly dimming glow of the Cosmic Staff. The father and mom turned to look at each other.

The Staff's light flickered again and Marlowe lost whatever sense of balance she had, stumbling into the open metal door beside her. 

Rachel nodded, "It's called the Cosmic Staff and I think they grabbed Marlowe because of it.... and because she was trying to help me. They wanted to know how it worked and she wouldn't tell them." 

Cosmo rolled out of her hands, shutting down entirely as Marlowe slid to the ground. Back against the emergency exit door. Shaking legs unable to hold her up anymore. Her face white as a sheet and getting paler by the second. Half-lidded eyes burning at the sight of the Cosmic Staff in the hands of anyone other than her as the father came over and picked them up.

Frowning when the Staff didn't light up like before. "How does it work?" He demanded crouching down before her.

Marlowe spit at him, the man reaching up and wiping the red tainted saliva from his cheek before looking over his shoulder at his wife.

"How does it work?" She pushed, wanting to know if 'The Cosmic Staff' would just suddenly light up and do whatever it does. If they needed to prepare to duck and cover or something. Though, honestly Rachel didn't know much about the Staff. Leaving Kory with nothing but a shrug.

The main stream media simply knew 'The Cosmic Staff' as the weapon Starman used and Rachel hadn't cared enough to go digging into all the conspiracy theories about how it was powered or how the original Starman created it in the forties.

"You'd have to ask her." Rachel shrugged, and the pink-haired woman sighed at the lack of answers to important questions. "Could I at least know your name?"

The driver hesitated, glancing at the teen in the passenger side, "You can call me Kory." The woman's, Kory's, voice held a downtrodden sing-song quality to it that made Rachel frown, "If that's even really it."

~~*~~

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

You are ENTIRELY correct, I cut a whole ass unpacking of that shit out cause I did not have the spoons for it at the time. But now... MUAHAHAH I HAVE THE POWER; I HAVE THE SPOONS!

Here's the panels:

Batman (1940) #410

Here's him having the same discussion with Alfred:

Batman (1940) #410

He's the rest of Dick prying the real reasons out of Bruce during their argument:

Batman (1940) #416

An incredibly important question to ask here is: Does Bruce, at any point, give Jason the clear option to just be his kid and go to school instead of being Robin? Because that was super an option available to him! He could have just raised Jason and not had him be Robin!

And no. No he fucking doesn't. Correct me if I'm wrong but I cannot recall a single spot where that is given to him as an option. Even if it was, it seems pretty self evident to me that Batman has never made room in his life for kids that aren't also his crime fighting partners, and it would be pretty weird to assume that Jason wouldn't feel like he needs to be Robin in order to have Bruce's care and attention. Certainly Dick wound up with - in his own estimation - no life outside of being Bruce's partner.

Batman (1940) #416

So we have baby Jason's logic here of "No where else in the whole wide world is safe for me to go. I'm better off supporting myself as a thief than with CPS, and I'm better off as Robin than homeless or supporting myself as a thief."

And we have Bruce's rationalizations here of "He's been neglected and living on his own, and being Robin is better than being homeless so... it's FINE to put this new kid in danger!!! Cause he's tough :) And I really miss my partner in crime fighting :("

So really and truly, Jason is put into the Robin role because he is poor and his health and safety are considered less important because of that. Like you can not get around the fact that Jason's poverty is the excuse being used to endanger his life for the emotional benefit of an adult. He even pretends like Jason's not really a child because he grew up impoverished and neglected! And it is explicitly textually stated that those are false excuses to prop up his desire for a partner after he kicked his previous partner out!

AAAAHHHHHH!

I'd like to next call to attention the parallel between Oliver Queen's treatment of Mia Dearden when she kills someone and Bruce Wayne's treatment of Jason Todd after whatever happened with Felipe.

Oliver Queen takes full responsibility as the adult mentor in the situation and considers it a tragedy that is on all levels his fault. In his eyes, she should never have been put in that situation to begin with.

Green Arrow (2001) #39

Green Arrow (2001) #40

He comforts her immediately and hugs her, even though clearly he wanted to find a way that didn't involve death, and probably doesn't think it was necessary! The human warmth and compassion Oliver shows her is startling to see after reading Batman's treatment of Jason because...

Bruce Wayne in stark contrast does not treat Jason like he's his responsibility or his child; he treats him as if he's a full adult who doesn't need a parental figure at all. Thus Jason is treated as guilty of a crime, and given suspicion and pushed away.

Batman (1940) #425

Batman (1940) #425 - as a side note, this is basically the last thing that happens before Jason dies, so like, just take a moment to drink in the fact that Bruce is telling Jason that a vengeful murderous father is simply the inescapable consequence of killing someone's son. I will literally never be over this.

By this point in the story, Bruce has put Jason in so many situations that no child should have to witness on the truly fucked up grounds that Jason's already been through so much with no thought to trying not to add to that load. Bruce is absolutely, as his father and caregiver and mentor, equally (if not more) responsible for Felipe's fate than Queen was for Mia's killing of the summoner.

The thing is though, Bruce doesn't want a CHILD to nurture, he wants a PARTNER to fight crime with, and he is eminently willing to ignore a child's well-being in order to treat them as a partner.

That, I think, is ultimately what kills Jason.

Too Dangerous for Kids

So, recently I had reason to go back and read Jason's post-crisis debut comic Batman (1940) #408 and it clicked really hard that basically the central theme of Jason becoming Robin was that Robin was too dangerous a job for kids. Before he becomes Robin, Dick got injured, badly, by the Joker, and Batman swore to never endanger another child like that, which is the reason Dick stops being Robin at all

Batman (1940) #416

And I'm friggin realizing now that the posing in Death of the Family is straight up a mirror to this scene of Dick having been shot?? I'm losing my mind???

Batman (1940) #408

Like, look at this in universe magazine shot with this talk on the radio compared to Bruce holding Jason and tell me this was not deliberate????

Batman (1940) #408 and Batman (1940) #428

And THIS TALK?????

Batman (1940) #408

I just... HMMMM, idk there's something very fascinating to me that the theme of 'this is too dangerous for kids' has been there in Jason since day zero.

It also makes me sympathize a lot with poor Dick who got fired "cause it's too dangerous for a kiddo out there", when he was no longer a child, and then WHAT DOES BRUCE HAVE WITH HIM NOT EVEN A YEAR LATER?!

Batman (1940) #416

He's devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then harsh and critical of the new Robin because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get hurt

Batman (1940) #416

Not because he wants his old job back

Batman (1940) #416

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, he still gives Jason his respect and acceptance into the role

Teen Titans (2003) #29

And this has such fascinating parallels to Jason's reaction to finding out there's a new Robin after him!

Red Hood: The Lost Days #4

He is devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then attempts to brutally dissuade the new Robin from keeping the mantel because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get killed

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Not because he wants his old job back

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, Tim still has his respect, and perhaps even his acceptance into the role, although he was far too violent about it to actually properly give the role over like Dick did for him.

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Neither of them have a petty, jealous reaction of you replaced me, but instead have a tangled mess of "I was sloppy, I wasn't good enough, I got hurt, and now you put an even less prepared child in the line of fire?!" Jason is wildly more violent about it, but at the core I feel like the sentiments are the same, and it kinda makes sense because really the end of their times as Robin were very similar to each other, just Jason's was wildly more violent!

I can't help but wonder if maybe part of Jason's reasoning somewhere along the line was "Now I finally get why Dick was so harsh on me back then." And... honestly I don't think it is. Cause while it would make sense it just doesn't seem to be a parallel either of them is conscious of.

It's just this fascinating set of reflections neither one seems to see.

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

I am here and I am queer

With a request

I would like to request hanma taking reader out on a date in the entire time while they are eating he's just deep throating his food to show that he can in fact take a dick in his mouth

And reader is horrified

I hate that I can imagine him doing that in cannon... And imma put a twist on it ;)

OMFG MF PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE HAKKAI WHEN HES MUCHING AWAY WHILE PAH AND HIM ARE SEMI FIGHTING IN THAT ONE FUTURE 😭

Also we ignore how much trouble this fic gave me 😭 like I knew EXACTLY what to wright but Tumblr said ehe and failed to save so many times :')

(Name) was frozen in slight fear when the Reaper approached him, having known his reputation of his violent actions. He almost ran away when he spotted a shorter man behind him... Tokyo Manji-Kai's third division captain?

He stared up at the lanky delinquent, just waiting for him to do something. But he stayed silent for a while until Teitta Kisaki groaned in annoyance and kicked the taller in the ankle. Hanma yelped and stepped away from his friend, glaring at him before finally speaking up.

"Will you please go on a date with me?"

...

What?

"Wait... You want to take me on a date? When we hardily spoke to each other before now?" (Name) questioned gently, he was beyond confused. Shuji Hanma went to the same school as him, yet they rarely spoke. Other than the onetime Kisaki refused to help him with his work so he had to ask (Name); (Name) being the kind hearted fool he was gladly helped the unhinged bastard.

"This is why I was telling you to actually talk to him a bit first idiot." Kisaki grumbled, pushing up his glasses and crossing his arms in annoyance. Hanma glanced away, a sheepish expression on his face. (Name) chuckled a little, maybe a date wouldn't be that bad.

"Alright, I'll go on a date with you... What's you're favorite animal?" Hanma blinked in confusion, his heart hammering against his chest. He mumbled out a confused "cat" watching as (Name) nodded with a determined smile before running off... This date might be a disaster...

"Morning Hanma-kun!" (Name) chirped out happily, sitting down in the seat infront of his date. He briefly greeted Kisaki, who was sitting in the chair next to Hanma his arms crossed in annoyance.

"Mornin' (Name)-chan~" The delinquent cooed, doing everything to keep himself from malfunction like the other day. Hanma rested his head against his palm, practically making heart eyes at (Name) and Kisaki was this close to straight up abandoning his friend. (Name) smiled, reaching into his small bag and pulling out a small keychain. On the keychain was a tiny black white and gold cat, it's large gold eyes sparkling a little as he held it out to his date.

"What's this?" Hanma mumbled curiously, gently taking the keychain and observing it closely. Glancing up at (Name) for an explanation.

"I made it for you!" He exclaimed.

No fucking way. No fucking way... Hanma examined the cat carefully, then looked back up at (Name). (Name) did look tired, and his hands were covered in small Band-Aids.

"You... Did?" He nodded with a proud smile. It took everything in Hanma not to kiss this man right then and there.

"Here's your food! Would you like anything else?" The waitress interrupted Hanma's thoughts as she sat down the plates of food. Hanma went ahead and ordered for (Name) seeing as he was running late. They muttered a quiet "no ma'am" before turning back to each other, continuing to leave Kisaki as a third wheel.

"I'll make sure to cherish it," Hanma said with a love sick smile, putting the small cat in his pocket and zipping up the zipper. (Name) let out a tired sigh a lazy smile resting on his face.

"I was a little worried you wouldn't like it... But I'm glad you do!" Hanma giggled a little.

"Who wouldn't like a gift from a cutie like you~" he purred, (Name)'s face flushed pink. Kisaki groaned gaining the others attention.

"I'm going and getting a snack, please don't be making out or something when I get back." He grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away. (Name) awkwardly watched him walk away, has hanging open slightly, he glanced over at Hanma giving him a confused gesture and the delinquent in turn shrugged.

They stayed mostly silent, only asking a few questions and carrying on small conversation as they ate. After a while of munching on his fries, Hanma was given an idea. He held back a small giggle as he picked up his burger and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth, the other watched in shock and slight horror as Shuji downed the entire fucking burger in one god damn bite. Hanma giggled, somehow not managing to gag or struggle to chew as (Name) slowly shook his head.

"God you're like a little ape." Kisaki insulted, standing by the table with a bag of chips... And chopsticks? (Name) glanced between the two, watching as Kisaki made eye contact while eating a chip with chopsticks. Fucking chopsticks.

"Hmm~ Is something wrong love?" Hanma cooed teasingly, (Name) sighed hard and rubbed his face.

"I can't tell if I'm impressed or horrified... But at least I understand how you guys can be friends. You both eat like maniacs," he teased, Hanma pouted taking one of (Name)'s hand.

"Aww you don't mean that do you?"

"No... You both eat like maniac's." (Name) said a fond smile playing on his lips, he gently took ahold of Hanma's hand. "But, I don't mind it... Even if it is slightly disturbing,"

What a first date...

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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