#and adam rides a motorcycle

[deoidesign]

someone asked me what if adam and steve switched vampire and werewolf...

And then since my monsters are purposefully not much visually different because of metaphors, I went more traditional vampire and werewolf...

and then I got carried away...

[boanerges20]

Adam Child // Britten V1000

[lizpaige]

treat!!!

hi anon thank you for the ask! i’ve got a brother in law headcanon for you. 🫡

in trc we get glimpses of adam being envious of declan, but i think post-dreamer trilogy (like epilogue time?) declan is jelly of adam. why? adam is basically living declan's dream.

we don't know what declan is doing for a living in the epilogue, right? oops if we do lmao but declan in trc/tdt is basically an errand boy, on the phone making threats, making deals, getting shit done, etc. i think declan always wanted to do the secret agent government b.s. (I mean just look at his john wick moment, he was thriving). maybe he's totally healed and happy now and has no ambitions for that life, but come onnnnnn

adam showing up to the belated jordeclan engagement party on his cool guy motorcycle with his new dot gov email address telling people he can't tell them what he does for a living it's top secret 😉 declan would be fumingggggg

[kissandscry]

Louder for the people in the back!

Did you cheer for Adam driving his boyfriend’s Beemer out to the trailer? Were you sobbing when Ronan cried in the car after finding his mother? Do you love Adam & Ronan as a couple? Then you need to read The Dreamer Trilogy and see the messy, winding, REAL path they need to grow out of teen romance and into an adult relationship.

Do you wish there’d been more Blue/Ronan? Read TDT for actual Bronan and for the angstier version, Ronan & Hennessy!

Did you swoon over Blue & Gansey? Let me introduce you to Declan & Jordan!

Do you headcanon everyone in TRC as queer? TDT is gayer than books that are marketed as gay!

Seriously. Read the trilogy. <exeunt>

I highly encourage skeptical people to read The Dreamer Trilogy. Like, I know it isn't the same as The Raven Cycle (its a completely different age group, it's not YA it's a New Adult trilogy) and it doesn't have the Gangsey, but some takes on characters are so off because people refuse to read TDT for some reason. This isn't a judgement but more a note that you're legitimately missing out.

This isn't specific or targeted but I'm genuinely curious what the hold up is. It's vital to understanding Ronan as a character. His story arc was incomplete in TRC, it needed the trilogy to flesh out. And TDT does a very good job of that. It adds so much depth to the Lynch family. It introduces Jordan and Hennesey, who are criminally underrated characters. Adam has such a beautiful arc in the background - like I've cried over his monologue in Greywaren, about feeling lost and incomplete. Declan is such a mess and somehow he was transformed into such an interesting and sympathetic individual- enough that it influences how you read him in the core series. Matthew (a character many would have considered one dimensional) has a fascinating crisis and watching that unfold? The lore and world building? The metaphors and handling of mental illness and identity and loneliness And yes, if you're in it for pynch PLEASE it's actually crucial for understanding their relationship and how it unfolds. Like they are soulmates, they are so disgustingly in love and working through their own issues while still hanging on to one another. And yeah, you're missing out on melodramatic ecoterrorist Ronan Lynch.

Just... give it a chance. I promise. It's different, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I read it in my few years of college and it hit very hard. I have such an odd attachment to The Dreamer Trilogy, and I wish more people could share that connection.

[insanethrottlebikernews]

HE GREAT AMERICAN CONVOY WITH ADAM SANDOVAL *FULL VIDEO*

#ADAMSANDOVAL #MOTORCYCLES #BIKERS Partnering with Harley Davidson in honor of the brand’s 120th anniversary, the convoy is visiting 120 select dealerships across the country to raise money benefitting American Veterans through the Wounded Warrior Project. The event was organized by world record-setting motorcyclist Adam Sandoval. “I’ve been raising money doing charity rides for veterans for…

[likeasecondself]

so happy to know pynch are the type to have birthday sex. adam riding 16 hours on a roundtrip on the motorcycle to spend 3 hours with ronan and his main object being "need to take off your clothes" is beautiful. and yes, they did have sex even though it was not on the page. the whole thing with brdye took about 20 minutes, which leaves 2 hours and 40 minutes in which he fucked his birthday boy (they were already in the bedroom) and then ate. adam would not go back to harvard without having met all three objects, being a man with very little time and being as goal-oriented as he is

[cabeswaterdrowned]

honorable mentions:

Ronan being senselessly turned on by Adam on a motorcycle in Call Down The Hawk, eliminated for not technically being a car but still impressive

Jordan stealing Declan’s car and in doing so feeling closer to Hennessy while also closer to Declan.

Adam teaching Gansey about fixing cars.

The picture in Adam’s glove rendezvous has a the man (who looks like Greenmantle, which is to say like a combination of Ronan and Gansey, which is to say he looks like Declan but I digress) standing next to a German made car.

I could have sworn in addition to the Gansey comparing Adam to the Pig scene there was a scene where Ronan did as well but I looked up every time the word “Camaro” is mentioned in the Dream Thieves + The Raven King (only books with Ronan pov chapters) and did not find this so I wonder if I made it up, or saw someone else misremember and then adopted it in my memory. Someone enlighten me if not. There are certainly others but I either couldn’t remember them or couldn’t find text evidence to confirm they were real. Of course, you might say that some of these were likely more intentional from a doylist pov than others, however the text is the text and motifs are motifs. I am simply an academic presenting my findings to you all.

Also the Latin line is said twice once when the Camaro breaks down Ronan says it jokingly to Gansey in the scene where he also puts a leg over Adam’s, then Adam remembers it after a breakdown in TDT as applying to how he’s a “trainwreck” right before finding himself in Ronan’s dream. Feel the others are self explanatory enough but thought this one merited explanation if you haven’t reread recently.

[destialpal]

I’m sorry what do you mean Adam Parrish drove 16 hrs round trip with no sleep from Cambridge to Henrietta on a motorcycle Ronan dreamed up that he doesn’t even know how to properly ride while listening to sociology notes that he prerecorded in order to listen to and study on said drive bc he had an exam the next day just to spend 3 hours with Ronan for his birthday and help him with the whole Bryde situation, and then turn around to go back to Massachusetts immediately after ?????

[devilmen-collector]

When They Learn They Are Going To Be A Father (HC)

Pairing: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Lucifer x Fem!MC (separate)

Warning: None

Summary: MC tells them she's pregnant

Satan

*slams the wall with his fist*

He's not angry at you, he's just too excited and he has to punch something.

*takes you on a ride with his motorcycle while all of Gehenna celebrates*

"I can't hear anything." "It's still in early stage, Satan" you chuckle as the king of wrath's excitement as he puts his ear on your belly.

However, he can't sleep at night. Thinking about the state of the country, the war, your health, the environment for a kid to grow up, etc. His insomnia is already bad and it just gets worse.

Mammon

*Laughs*

*Lifts you up high and kisses you*

"Master, those words you said give me so much happiness."

He will order all the best and latest technologies of Tartaros be employed to take care of you and the baby.

It's a given that the child will be spoiled rotten and will be given countless presents. But first, the king of greed must choose the first present to be gifted at the child's birth. The first present must be something with special meaning. He's going to take hours to look through the his treasury.

Leviathan

"You are not allowed to leave the royal palace. It's for your and the baby's own good."

Whenever you go, at least one Hades noble must be with you at every moment. Well, in the case of you going to the bathroom, the noble is to stand guard outside.

Keeps talking about the future heir and succession to the throne of Hades, but you know he cares for both you and the baby deeply.

Another king to have insomnia at night. He has a childhood that is horrible than any word can describe, so he can't imagine taking care of the child and giving them a beautiful childhood. The moment he snaps out of his thoughts, it's already morning.

However, he will try his best, he will read everybook there is about taking care of a baby, even practicing with a baby doll. He won't let you know. The king of envy can't wait to see your shocked face when you know that he can take care of the baby perfectly.

Beelzebub

*dies for a good few minutes*

"Then you should eat some more. After all, you have to eat for two now." The king of gluttony says after recovering from shock and winks at you.

Another king to have insomnia at night.

Smokes a lot while thinking about everything that is going to happen, especially the fact that he's going to have a child but can't be with them constantly as they grow up because of the danger he attracts.

Seeks Bael out. He needs to talk it out with his friend.

Will kill anyone who tries to give you drug or alcohol from now on.

Lucifer

Kinda expecting it. After all, pregnancy is a result of sexual intercourse. But that doesn't mean he isn't surprised nor remains completely calm. After all, he's going to be a father.

Even though he seems to be calm on the outside, he's worried on the inside. Probably stops to pray for a few seconds to calm himself down.

He gets insomnia from remembering the atrocities his brothers have done and he fears that he will also fail in raising the kid just as he failed in showing his brothers the right path.

Makes sure that throughout your pregnancy, you will feel comfortable as much as possible and that you will have a smooth childbirth.

Ironically, his child is also "son/daughter of Adam" now. He better starts using your real name more often.

"Daughter o-...MC, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere in your body, call me or the others immediately."

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut - Age gap- reader is 21 ish, Toji is 39 ish. - This chapter- Rough sex, slapping, spitting, Toji calls reader 'bitch' but it's cute lol!? Blow jobs, teasing, objectification, choking, biting, angry sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple positions, sixty nine, masturbation

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip. You just gotta hope your dad doesn't find out.

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Chapter 5 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 6

You are on the back of Toji’s motorcycle, in a silky little black dress, as the wind whips through you. You’re wearing his helmet, as he’s just wearing a leather jacket, his hair flipping around as you all ride. It’s thrilling, as your thighs press around his, as your arms are wrapped around his thick, hard body tightly, and when he comes to stop he places a big hand on your little wrists.

“Having fun, doll?” He shouts, as you all take a turn, and you giggle, though he definitely couldn’t hear, burying your head against him.

“So much fun!” You hear that laugh of his, and it hits you in the core. Your little pussy is so sore from earlier, and now as you are straddling the seat the pressure is even worse.

You and Toji pull up to the venue, where Mei and Shiu are lounging at a table watching the band prepare for the set. They wave you both over, and you almost take Toji’s hand, until he just looks down at you, taking off your helmet gently, and you watch that Adam’s apple bob up and down, as he fixes your hair. It may look sweet or caring, but fuck…

Everything this man does makes you soaked.

Uncomfortably soaked honestly. And it also hit your heart, something he keeps doing more and more, and you’re terrified at it. Because even if you say you’re his, for what, this week? Then Toji would leave, and you’d go back to school, and where the fuck would it leave you?

Alone, wrecked.

“What’s wrong doll?” He asks softly then, and you look up, then back at his big hand, sighing.

“Wish I could hold your hand.” You curse then, as you’ve literally let it slip out, then blush, looking down as his lips part. “Let’s go.”

He follows you, but the energy has shifted,Toji himself seemed a little subdued as you all sit next to Shiu and Mei. “Hey how was the ride?”

“So fun!”

“You always loved riding the bike with Toji. Remember?” You flush again, remembering being a little teenager as he rode you around. He’d never been anything but appropriate, but even then? You’d had a damn crush.

“Yeah she did like the bike. She was scared the first few times.”

“You always hung out with Toji so much I thought you had some puppy love thing going on.” Shiu says and you’re covering your face as Toji chuckles, leaning back and your eyes dart to the muscles in the rare dress shirt he’s in.

“Puppy love, no! He was just sort of cool I guess.” You sip some of the drink that’s sat in front of you, and Toji scowls as Shiu and Mei laugh.

“You would always ask ‘when’s Toji coming’ though.” You nearly spit out your drink, as Toji’s eyes caught yours, glinting dark green in the evening. You can see the amusement in his handsome face, on his full lips, smirking right to that scar.

“You’re embarrassing her Shiu!” Mei cuts in thankfully, and you smile at her gratefully. “You look beautiful, love.”

“Oh thank you!” You smile, kissing her cheek.

“You do look beautiful, all grown up.” Your dad hugs you then with one arm, and you smile, sinking into the embrace. “Going to have to fight these boys off you tonight I bet.”

“Oh, let her dance tonight.” Mei says, and you nervously catch the hard line of Toji’s mouth, and you tense a bit, as you notice the amount of people crowding around the front.

“Go ahead, kiddo, dance with people your age. We’ll stay here like the old folks.” You frown then.

“You’re young though.” Shiu blinks at that, and Toji just sips his whiskey, not looking at you at all, not saying anything.

“Thought we were old to you?” Shiu teases, and you shake your head.

“Nah, not really. Had me so young.”

“That’s true but tell my back I’m not old. Now, go on, mingle.” You falter again, because all you want to do is sit there with Toji, who hasn’t said a fucking word, who is buysing himself looking at the menu.

“Um… but we should order?”

“I’ll order for ya, doll.” Toji murmurs, smiling a bit, but it didn’t reach his eyes, they were unreadable. “Go have some fun. Been stuck with us old folks all week.”

You hate that, you hate the sound of him saying it, saying what you’ve always called him as a joke. But Toji wasn’t old, he wasn’t even forty, and fuck was forty even old? No. And his body? His… fucking stamina? Nothing about Toji was old, down to his handsome face and sculpted body. But there was hurt clear as day in his voice, and you ache to stay.

But what would that do?

“Just for a few, I’ll be back.” You smile, and stand, feeling Toji’s gaze burn a hole in your back as you get up to where all the people your age and even younger were gathered, where the rock band was setting up.

The band starts playing soon, and you find yourself dancing unwillingly, as it’s a local band you always loved, moving your body, letting go of all your inhibitions as the music wraps around you. You’re lost in the beat, when a hand is on your hip, and you look over to see some boy smiling at you, his eyes a bit glazed over with the music like yours.

“Wanna dance?” He shouts over the music, and you hesitate, looking at the table. Mei gives you a thumbs up, and Shiu is rolling his eyes, but Toji’s eyes narrow slightly, watching you closely.

What could you do? Say ‘no, I’d rather dance with your best friend dad, the one who fucked me twice earlier today, whose cum still is working it’s way out of my cunt, but oh, no biggie!’ Yeah that would go over well. The alternative, clearly hurt Toji, regardless how he’s acting.

Fuck.

You’re nodding, smiling at the boy, when his hands start to wander to your waist as you all move with the music, and you realize, you don’t want anyone else’s hands on you but Toji’s. Possibly fucking ever. Because Toji’s hands, big and strong, possess your whole body, while this boy’s sweaty little hands make you cringe. And worse, you see the look on his face.

Toji sips that whiskey, trying to hide the clear pain in his eyes, as he watches you dance with this boy, who is nothing compared to him. Fuck you hope Toji knows that… it makes you want to push that boy away and run to him. But instead you just keep dancing, because what can you say, what can you do?

You can’t tell your dad you're falling for Toji.

Fuck. You're falling!?

Toji watches you, swaying your hips side to side, your hair falling in waves as your black dress clings to your every curve. You’re so bright in the sea of people that fade away, so beautiful it makes him want to rip his fucking heart out. He had thought he could handle this, since wasn’t this your future? He wouldn’t fit in, he’d clearly been deluding himself.

The boy who has no right touching you has his hands all over your narrow waist, and your eyes catch his across the crowded venue, and you don’t look like you’re having fun now. No, you’re worried about him aren’t you? And you shouldn’t be, you should be able to have fun.

You’re young.

Toji stiffens, as he sips his drink again, hating every second of sitting here, with his best friend, and what a friend Toji was. Cumming inside his daughter, twice, and he’d do it again and again, breed that perfect little pussy, fuck he wanted to even right now, to show you who you belonged to. But you would never, could never be his, he sees it now, and it fucking kills him.

He cares enough to not put you through it, being with him.

You dance awkwardly for a moment, feeling the boy’s hands in places they shouldn’t be, but you’re frozen, your eyes glued to Toji’s now retreating figure. You peer and see Mei and Shiu talking carefully, but you say fuck it, and push the college boy away gently, making your way through the crowd as the music thumps in your chest, matching the erratic beat of your heart.

You catch up to Toji as he’s striding towards the exit, his leather jacket fluttering around him with the wind blowing now. “Toji, wait!” You call out, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even look back. “Toji Fushiguro!”

You grab his arm, that leather cold under your palm, spinning him around, and he glares down at you, those piercing eyes a storm of emotions. “What?” He snaps, his voice low and gruff, and you shrink back.

“Don't leave, please I'm sorry. I didn’t want to dance with him, Toji, but what was I supposed to do!?”

“You didn’t do shit wrong doll.” He looks around, and realizing you’re alone, he brushes your hair behind your ear. “Not mad at ya. Mad at me.”

“What for!?”

“It’s a bad idea, doll, this entire thing. You’re gonna want someone your own age, someone who can give you what you need, not just fuck you into oblivion every night and leave you with nothing in the morning.”

The words sting, but you stand your ground. “What if I don’t want that? What if I want you?” Your chest heaves then, as you can barely breathe, everything making your chest so tight, you have to hold it. Toji sighs, looking down at your body, every bit making you ache.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know? Everyone would die for a chance. I’m stupid to have even done…”

“Don’t you dare say you regret it!” You scowl, speaking through gritted teeth and shoving his hard chest.

“I could never. How could I? I’m a selfish fucking dick. But, it’s stupid, and I’m a shit fucking guy to have.”

“You’re not!”

“I seduced you.” You blink then, shaking your head. “Yeah, doll, I did… intentionally. Because you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“And I wanted it, clearly, I begged for it. What the hell are you on about? I dance with someone and you’re done?” 

He sighs, his expression softening. “You don’t know what you want. You’re just a kid, playing with fire.”

“But I do know what I want!” You protest, your voice rising above the music. “I want you okay? I’m not a kid. I’m obviously a woman.”

Toji looks away, his jaw clenched. “You’ll get over it. You’re going back to school, and you’ll find some college boy to make all your fantasies come true. Someone who can actually take care of you, not a fuck-up like me.”

“A fuck up!”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not a fuck up Toji.” You choke up then, as you see his face, clearly in pain now. “You’re not. I swear it.”

“

“Want a secret?” You sigh, nodding, and he puts his hands on your waist now, making you whine softly, and he exhales at the sound, at the feel of you. “Those feelings? I have em too.”

“You what!?” You whisper incredulously, eyes wide, and he sighs, bending low for just a moment.

“Have 'em worse than just liking.” You bite your lower lip hard, he pulls it out of the grip of your teeth.

“Maybe I do too.” Your eyes are watering as you speak softly, and his jaw clenches, his hot breath right on your lips, his musky scent driving you insane, mixing with the night and his leather jacket. “All I wanna do is dance with you.”

“You can’t.”

“I can, once we… we could tell… we could go…”

“Yeah, no. See? All stupid ideas.”

“But I don’t want anyone else!” Tears threaten to spill over, and you can feel the very night spinning around you, as you sense the finality in the shit he’s speaking. “Please, don’t leave like this. It won’t even… Toji, don’t.”

He looks back at you, his eyes searching your face. “I’m not good for you, doll. This isn’t right, you know that. Just go back to your life, forget about me. I’ll go ahead and head back tomorrow so I don’t… ruin you more.”

You shake your head, feeling desperation claw at your chest. “I can’t forget you, what the fuck! Where is Toji and who are you?”

He sighs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “You will forget about me. You’re just confused, and it’s my fault.”

“I knew exactly what I was doing.” You scoff, rubbing your slender arms, which have cough a chill in the night, and he looks down, sighing. “You just said you’d be the only one? What the fuck games are you playing?”

“Not playing any, I won’t hurt you anymore.”

“So what, you’ll leave, after we…” You’re sobbing now, and he exhales, holding your shoulders. “Leaving is so…”

“Can’t ya see it’s best? Let me be not such a piece of shit-”

You smack him then, hard, and he scowls. You scowl right back up at his handsome face, the face you find so gorgeous it kills you. “You’re not a piece of shit, so fucking stop.”

“Ya don’t remember who I was?”

“Who cares! It’s not who you are now!”

He sighs, rolling his eyes and wracking a hand through his hair. “Your dad is gonna suspect something. I can handle his anger, but I don’t wanna come between both of you.”

“You won’t, you won’t. Okay? Toji… I want to sleep in your fucking arms, I want to wake up with you.” He blinks, and you see the unwilling emotion in his gaze, as you run your hand up his chest. “You’re making me say stupid shit, feel stupid feelings, then just gonna run away, huh?”

“I’ll stay tonight. But you should have fun. Go.”

“No! It’s hurt you.”

“It shouldn’t. You’re Megumi’s age, shit.”

“And?”

“Just go back. I’ll see you tomorrow. Actually have fun for the night and think if I’m really what ya want. I know I can fuck good but you deserve more.” He’s caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the hot sticky tears. “More than me making ya cry.”

“I’m crying because you won’t even give me the few days we have left. Can you at least… please, it’s like you didn’t even like it-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He’s snatched you to him now, slamming his lips down on yours, and you just melt for him, for Toji’s rough kisses, as his big hands pull you against that hard body. “Why do you gotta feel so good, taste so good? Goddammit… just go. I won’t leave yet. Got it?”

“Fine. Fine, be a big baby.” You glare, and he returns it, then he turns, and you watch him go to his bike, revving it up and looking at you as he puts on that helmet you’d wore. And you ache to hug him from behind, to ride with him

You feel you’re losing your goddamn mind.

***

You wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, as you dream of him on you, near you, his hard body just holding yours, keeping you warm, and when you wake up and feel next to you, you’re in tears. Fuck what were you even expecting, it’s not like you all had cuddled. You all fucked, and clearly he felt bad about it, leaving the damn concert with no explanation.

He told Shiu and Mei that he didn’t feel good, and they seemingly believed it, but they certainly noticed how dejected you were. You tried to save face, but for hours you’d been up and down, tossing and turning in your little bed, mind swirling as you think of the man in the room right next to you.

“Fuck this.” You grumble, yanking the blanket down off you then, standing and tiptoeing out of your room, peeking down the hallway, then standing right in front of the guest room door.

Am I doing this?

Yeah, you are.

You hear something then, heavy breaths, and you lean your cheek against the door, faintly hearing a soft moan, and it hits you hard, hearing Toji’s moans always tears you apart. Him letting that tough exterior go for just a moment to feel was the sexiest thing to you, but more sexy? When you hear him muttering your name. You hear it clear as day, hitting your core as you turn the knob.

It’s locked of course, you sigh, but luckily the locks are old, so just a twist of one of your long nails grants you entry, and Toji is staring at the phone, his huge cock in his hand, the sheets a mess around his ankles. His hand drops the phone when he sees you, eyes wide in shock, his hand leaving that cock that clearly is covered in precum and spit.

You lock the door behind you quietly, pressing your back against the door, and you see your photo when you start to walk closer, a bikini photo of you. He gulps, but he doesn’t speak, for once the usually brash and lewd Toji is simply watching you, his hands gripping the sheets under him, cock twitching as you watch it, thick tip just leaking precum.

“Need a better picture?” You murmur, sliding off your crop top then, and he moans, eyes lavishing your body eagerly. Fuck, Toji makes you feel so pretty, like no one else exists to him but you in those moments. “Need me to take one?”

He just nods a bit, and you smile, sliding off your shorts then too. You lay on the bed right next to him, snatching up his phone, and opening the camera, pulling it up above you and taking a picture of your bare body. You then hand him the phone, as he just hungrily glares at every inch of you.

“You take a few. Get a good angle.” His big hands are shaky, as he licks his lower lip, as you bend forward, eyes looking up at him, wrapping your little hand around his thick cock.

“Doll… what the fuck are you… mnnh…” He’s moaning as you tighten your grip just slightly, looking at him with big eyes.

“Take a picture, Toji. Or a video. So you can realize what you’re missing, because you’re fucking stubborn.” You bend down then, licking up that sticky liquid, moaning as the salty taste hits your mouth, and he groans, grabbing you by your hair.

“You’re a fuckin’ brat. Know that, right?” You hum, lapping him up, running your tongue along that sensitive slit, as you see him put the phone up then, videoing you sucking him, up and down his shaft, hand twisting as you slide up. “Why you gotta do this t’me?”

“What, help you cum? You seemed to be asking for me.” He glares then, putting down the phone and snatching you up, pulling you to straddle his lap, your plush thighs on either sides of his hard ones. “Why stop me, let me suck you off.”

“I’d rather have you ride my face.”

“Wha!?” Suddenly you’re spun around, straddling his shoulders, pussy right on his face, where you feel his hot breath tickle your sensitive core, and you’re facing his huge cock again.

“I need you to cum all over m’face so I don’t say stupid shit. Also, just want you to suffocate me.”

“Toji… ohmygod!” His tongue flicks your clit then, hot and wet as it slides in, his hands pulling your lips wide for his entry. He sucks up all the wetness.

“That wet from suckin me, lil slut?”

“I’ll shut you up all right.” You press down on his face, and he moans, gripping you tight, his tongue going insane, while his hand presses your head down to take his cock in your mouth.

Are you doing sixty nine with Toji Fushiguro?

You sure are, as you’re sucking his cock down your throat, as he’s drinking your arousal up like it’s wine, lavishing you with his wicked tongue. You’re gagging on his cock, drooling down his balls, which you cup and stoke, making them tighten as he moans against your little clit. His grip on your ass is tight as he rocks you back and forth, making you grind on him.

“Fuckin use me till you cum, doll.” He mutters, and you stop sucking for just a moment, as the sensations hit so hard you can’t take it, stifling your scream of pleasure by sucking down his length, cumming as you moan around it.

“Mnh!” You’re screaming around his cock, as he’s rocking his hips up into you, as you’re gushing all over his face, weak then, unable to move, your hands gripping is strong thighs as he fucks your mouth.

Suddenly he’s shoving you down, until you’re straddling his thighs once more, and you start grinding on his cock, looking back at him, face shimmering with you, his eyes dilated to the point they look black. He sits up then, grabbing your waist and picking you up, before sliding into you, groaning and biting his lower lip with stark white teeth.

“Feel so fuckin perfect, baby.” You melt, as you’re filled by him, stretched beyond your means. “Here…” He puts your hands on his thighs, then pulls your ass back, nudging you up and down. “Ride me like this, lemme watch you.”

“L-like this?” You whisper, rolling your hips up, then slamming back down, and he hisses, smacking your ass that jiggles just so.

“Jus’ like that, ma. Fuck, yes.” You do the motion again, and soon it feels so good at this angle, you’re losing it, arching your back as he fills you, as he grinds against that spot in your walls, which flutter around him. “Ohmyfucking…”

You feel him throbbing, and you grind then, tip on your cervix, whining as you feel your orgasm hitting. Toji’s grabbing every inch of you, even down to your ankles, your feet, pressing his fingers everywhere he could touch, watching your ass shake as you take his cock, as you pour down his length.

“Toji… can’t move. Can’t.” You whine out, pathetic, and he moans at that.

“Fucking… c’mere.” He pulls out of you, and the way he just puts you where he wants thrills you, as he’s got under him now, yanking you by your hips, looking down at your face, brushing your hair back, sliding back inside your tight entry. You gasp at it, as he fucks into you, lifting a thigh.

“T-Toji…” You murmur, eyes rolling back as every hit abuses your cervix, and he wraps a hand around to the back of your neck, pulling your hair, angling your chin for his kisses down your neck.

“How can I let you go? You’ve fucked me. Completely, fucking lil bitch. Evil lil bitch, aren’t you?” He’s agressive now, his thrusts angry, and you glare up at him, nails scratching down his back, making him hiss and tense.

“You wrecked me, fucking dick. Fuck you, Toji- ah-ah-ah!” He’s making you cum as he slams into your little cunt, as he pulls your hair so hard you see stars.

“Fuck me, huh? Nah, fuck you, doll. Gotta be so - ah- perfect. Hate it.” He groans though, then grunts when your thighs clutch his hips tight, and you’re digging  your nails in again.

“Didn’t hate my picture- ha- fucking jerking it to me, huh?” He scowls now, hand cupping your jaw, yanking your mouth open and shoving his fingers in.

“Need to learn to shut this mouth. You liked me doing that, didn’t ya? Stop fuckin lyin.”

You can’t speak, even if his thick fingers weren’t gagging you, his cock wrecking your cunt was bad enough. You can hear the sounds of his skin slapping, his stubble hitting your clit, balls smacking on your ass, all while your cunt sucks him in, sloppy and greedy for more.

“Nothin to say, doll? How about a sorry, for fucking up my head.” You bite him, and he grunts, snatching his fingers out, you grip him by his throat, with your tiny little hand, leaning your face up, raising your hips and fucking him back.

You watch him fall apart over you. “You fucked up my head when you first licked me, demon mother- ah- fucker!”

“Mother fucker? Nah, you’re the daddy fucker here, bitch.” You giggle then, insanely, and he grins. “Ya can still laugh? Gotta fix that.”

“F-fuck you, Toji. Leaving anyway. Fuck you.” You’re on your knees now, and he’s got your hair with his hand, pulling, sliding in your soppy little cunt, slamming balls deep inside you. “Ah, fuck fuck fuck!”

“Gonna fuck ya till you can’t speak, so you stop fucking my head up.” He grunts, and you barely register as he’s pressing your head in the bed, muffling your cries, other hand smacking your ass hard, stinging it. “There, shut you up.”

You don’t even care, not when he’s fucking you stupid, meanly bullying his cock between your walls, which throb around him as you’re cumming again, and he slows for a moment then, groaning softly. He yanks you up by the neck, wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up to your knees, on him, and he’s staring right at you as you look to the side.

“You’re fucking beautiful, doll.” You feel tears prick, and you suck in a shaky breath, as he’s rocking inside of you, your tummy clenches as that pressure builds again and again.

“I wanna be yours, Toji. I do.” He tenses, not even moving for a minute, gripping you so tight around your waist.

“There ya go- ha fuck- fucking up… m-my head…” He slams his lips down on yours, and you eagerly drink in his kiss, tongues messy, saliva dripping, teeth just bumping. “Never wanna let you go.”

“Then don’t. Then don’t.” He’s groaning against your neck as he finds your breasts with one hand, gripping them, biting you then, and you’re cumming all over him, head lolling back as he devours you, every bit, with his big hands, his big cock, his big arms.

He takes you over, and you see stars burst behind your eyes, you lose all your sense of self, you just can’t even take it anymore, everything has just become Toji Fushiguro now. And you’re cumming mind blowingly, throbbing around his cock, as his tongue sloppily slides up your neck, drinking your sweat.

“Thass it baby… cum all over Daddy’s cock, like a good girl.” You whine then, at his words, as they slur, as he’s drunk on you, and your little hands grip his thighs, as he pounds up into you.

“D-daddy… yours. Your girl.” You whimper the words, and he moans, vibrating his chest against your back, hand gripping your face again, his lips right against yours now.

“Don’t say that shit. Please. Fucking… killing me. You kill me.” You blink back tears, sucking in a breath, tummy pressing in as you wiggle your hips on him, as you feel him thickening. “You really m-mine, doll?”

“I am, Daddy. Yours. S-said it. All yours.” His big hands slide over every inch of you, as his leaking tip sits against your cervix, as you’re gushing around him, dripping down to his thighs.

“This pussy’s mine?” You nod. “This body’s mine?” You nod. “How about… all of ya, doll, hmm? All of ya.”

“All of me.” He starts cumming then, you hear him almost whimper along with you from the back of your throats, as he’s filling you up, so deep, pumping endless streams of his load deep in your little cunt.

“All mine?” You nod again, and he’s exhaling, slamming his lips against yours, moaning the rest of his release, as you shatter around him, as his cum is pushed out down your bodies, down the bed, mixed with yours.

You can’t breathe, you can’t think.

Everything is on fire.

You blink rapidly, trying to make any sense, but Toji’s holding your back against him, moaning against your neck, kissing it over and over. Your head lolls to the side, weakly, already exhausted from him, from this. Your hands slide up to cup his face, as he eases out of you, and you turn, straddling him. He looks up at you with those dark green eyes, brows low, lips parted.

His hands run up and down your back, exhaling shakily, as you both study each other in the night. “I’ve never felt this. Ever. You scare the shit outta me, doll.” He murmurs then, kissing down your collarbone, and you sigh, hands sliding up to his inky black hair.

“I scare Toji Fushiguro?”

“Sure fuckin do. Witch or something.”

“Toji I… wanna sleep in bed. With you.” His eyes lock on yours, and his face looks tortured.

“You wanna fuck me up more?”

“Just cuddling?”

“Yeah, even worse than fucking ya. I’m already…” He gulps, looking away now, and you sigh.

“Already what?”

“Stupid over you. I was stupid anyway but now… no brain cells.”

“And you think I’m not?”

“Yeah but… you still got a life to live.”

You glare now. “You’re not old, jesus christ. You had your kid as a teenager, we’re like maybe seventeen, eighteen years? You act like you’re sixty. Fuck, I’d still want you at sixty.”

“Crazy talk. Y’know it won’t work.”

“So what, let’s not think of it now. Let’s think of your cum dripping out of my pussy, hmm?” You whisper, against his lips, and feel his body react, his grip so tight you can’t breathe, and you love it.

“You’re fuckin evil, huh?” You grin, then he’s got you on your back, making you gasp at the quick movement. “Fucked my brain up. Ruined me.”

“Giving what I’m getting, Toji.” He smiles then, shaking his head and brushing your sweaty hair back, damp from the exertions. He is oddly gentle as he caresses your cheek then.

“You’re perfect, doll. Too good f’me.”

“Shut up, Toji.” He sighs, kissing you again, and you feel yourself falling, falling deeper in love with this… idiot, this dickhead, this ‘old man’ who wasn’t old, but sure was experienced. This man that was not even close to ideal, but now he’s all you could think of. “I only want you.”

“That’s because you’re young, and I took-”

“No. Don’t tell me how to feel. I’m no baby.”

“You’re my baby. Oh my- corny what the fuck!? See. See what you do to me? Stop laughing, I’ll smack the fuck outta this sore pussy.”

“N-no, don’t, sorry!” You’re giggling though, you can’t help it, until you hear a door open and close, and Toji’s eyes go wide over you, slamming a hand down on your mouth, then you all stay still until it closes again after a few moments, exhaling. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit.”

He lets your mouth go, kissing your forehead softly, as reality interrupts what you two were doing. “You should go back to your room. I won’t leave tomorrow, I’ll wait for you to go back home before I do.”

“I wanna cuddle.” You say, pouting, and he sighs.

“You want us caught.”

“No, but would it be so bad, to tell him?”

“Yes, it would be. I can handle him but like I said, don’t wanna fuck your life up, more than already.”

“You are so emo, old man.” He scowls, and you just grin, running your hands up and down the hard planes of his body. “Emo Toji. Hmm. Kinda hot.”

“You’re a brat, y’know that? A whole fuckin brat.”

“You love it. You love me being a brat.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” You’re just looking at him, as you both leave words unspoken in the quiet room, that smells like sex, that smells like both of you. “Yeah, I do love it.”

“Knew it! Now let me cuddle.”

“Doll…” You pout, batting your lashes, and he sighs, running a hand down his face then. “Fuckin… fine. Lemme clean you up.”

Soon you’re in Toji’s arms, and for once in your life, you feel so good, you feel so safe, as his strong grip feels so good, as his thick leg wraps you, as his chin rests on your shoulder. He has his arm around your waist, his breath warm on your neck as he plants a kiss on it, snuggling you both under the blankets.

You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, as some insane peace washes over you. The man that spits in your mouth, calls you a bitch, who soaks himself in your arousal like it’s water, the nastiest man you honestly knew. The man you’ve known since you were a kid, the man who’s your friends dad, and your dad’s best friend.

Toji Fusiguro.

Is the best thing to enter your life. You love him wrecking your pussy, you love him lapping your clit, you love feeling him in your throat. You love his cum trickling out of your little hole. You love his moans, love those dark green eyes, love that rare laugh or that snarky grin, you love that scar that you feel rubbing on your neck right now.

You love him.

How would this end, with college, with your dad in the next room, with this age gap, with this… everything. It’s all against you, but for some reason you couldn’t help but die to be in his arms. Nothing has felt better to you, nothing has oddly felt so right as to lay next to him, your eyes fluttering shut, as the ceiling fan whirls on top of you, blowing overheated skin.

“Ya feel too good in my arms. Making me dumb for ya. Evil little doll.” You sigh, nuzzling his arms that hold you, looking back at him in the night, brushing back his hair gently, and he sighs, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“You love it, huh?”

“Yeah, I do. Go to sleep. And don’t snore or I’ll kick ya off the bed.” You gasp, and he’s grinning then, and fuck if he’s not gorgeous.

“Bet you snore, old man.”

“Thought I wasn’t so old? Need me to fuck that lil cunt again?” You flush, turning, as you snuggle. “That’s what I thought. Poor cunt all swollen and red.”

“Shut up, Toji. Lemme sleep.” He sighs, stroking his thumbs in little circles down your waist.

And you do fall asleep, in his arms, half terrified of being found out, half content to just feel so good.

And a part of you dreading how this will end.

Chapter 7

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

I Wanna Be (Your Underwear)

February Prompt: Love | Song: (I Wanna Be) Your Underwear by Bryan Adams | Word Count: 1609 | Rating: M | CW: Sexual Content | Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Lives, And Is A Weirdo, That's Okay, Steve's Weird Too, Happy (Horny) Boys in Love

Inspiration song here on Spotify.

"Eddie."

Eddie's eyes trail up Steve's body until he gets to his face, stalling on his mouth for a few seconds, but then they go right back down again. He's staring. And he's aware he's doing it. He is. 

But. 

He can't be blamed. That's Steve Harrington. Right in his bedroom. Getting dressed. Pulling his briefs up his damp, hairy thighs.

"I wanna be your underwear," Eddie blurts out at top volume, and Steve's hands still momentarily. But then he laughs, because Steve always laughs, no matter what absurd thing comes out of Eddie's mouth when Eddie has eyes laid on him.

He's Steve Harrington, for god's sake. Eddie can't be blamed for getting kinda stupid in his presence, now can he?

Right now, Steve's smiling as he's tucking his soft dick into his underwear. They're blue, and Eddie wants to suck the head of his cock through them, even if they just finished. He definitely wants to be the stretchy fabric, clinging to all Steve's hidden places. Being constantly tickled by his pubic hair. 

Yeah, he wants to be Steve's underwear.

He wants to be everything when it comes to Steve.

Hell, last week Eddie told him he wanted to be the itch that he scratches. 

"Like chicken pox?" Steve had questioned, giggling. He's not fazed by Eddie's weird, because he's weird, too. Just a different color of weird. Complementary, though. Like orange and blue. Meant to be next to each other.

So, yeah. Eddie feels like chicken pox might be damn perfect imagery on how he's contagiously spread himself all over Steve's life, and body. Or something. 

"I wanna be your motorcycle, take you for a ride," Steve banters back, voice going upwards in a lilt, like he isn't sure he's doing this right, but Eddie flops back into his pillows, absolutely delighted he's playing along. Eddie doesn't have a motorcycle, but wishes he did.

Come to think of it, he does have something else Steve could ride, though.

"Yes, take me for a ride, Harrington," Eddie says, running his hands up and down his scarred chest, before settling over his cock. Fingertips brushing his pubes as he strokes himself. He's soft, and is gonna stay that way for at least a few more minutes, but he's not self-conscious. Not around Steve. Steve's got a dick that needs time to bounce back to attention, too. And, well, Steve's scarred just like he is, their matching souvenirs from the bats. Not his first choice, of course, but there's no reason to dwell on it. Not if they can be naked instead.

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the two sides of his jeans together.

"I think I just did," Steve says, pushing the button through the hole, zipping the zipper, and letting his shirt fall down.

"Booooo!" Eddie boos, honest to god, boos. He had a pretty good view before that act of treason.

Steve just grins, "Boo yourself."

Then he leans down and brushes a brief kiss against Eddie's lips, "I'll be back. Stay weird, weirdo."

And Eddie smiles. Like he could do anything else.

Eddie bangs in the front door, kicking off his boots in a rush, because Steve's car was still out front, so that means he needs to lay eyes on him immediately. Eddie had to work all night, and wasn't sure their paths were going to cross this morning.

But as luck would have it.

Eddie slides to a stop in front of the open bathroom door in his socks, where Steve is standing at the sink, preparing to shave.

"I wanna be the razor when you shave," Eddie announces, and Steve glances over. He's already got a face-full of shaving cream, razor at the ready.

Steve turns and hops up onto the vanity, and then holds the razor out. An offer. Steve Harrington trusts him to take a blade to his neck. 

He trusts Eddie with a lot these days. 

So, Eddie shaves Steve's stubble down to the skin, until he's smooth as butter.

Shaving cream remnants wiped away, Eddie runs his tongue up Steve's neck, over his jaw, and then uses his front teeth to drag against his skin on the way back down.

Steve's got his palm flat against the middle of Eddie's back, egging him on, and Eddie feels more unhinged than usual. 

He needs him. He wants him.

He has him. 

Eddie's eyes can't look away. Steve's putting ChapStick on. Just the original, black tube ChapStick, but it still gets Eddie going. Following the motion of his hand as he circles his lips once, twice. A third time.

"I wanna be your lipstick, when you lick it," Eddie says, and Steve quirks an eyebrow, and Eddie wonders if he's gonna react to this one. But he doesn't. Just smirks. Pocketing the tube. That's it. That's all.

But when he comes to bed later that night, he's got bright red lipstick on his lips and Eddie nearly comes at the sight alone. God, his lips are pretty.

Then, Steve ups the ante by licking his lips.

And Eddie groans, making grabby hands at the air, beckoning Steve to him. He needs him. Now. Steve comes closer, crawling across the bed on his hands and knees until he presses his mouth to Eddie's and slides their lips together. Eddie's never kissed anyone wearing lipstick before, he's realized, and it's waxy and kind of smelly.

Honestly? It doesn't taste great. It's no better than ChapStick. Maybe even worse. He was expecting something more sweet and fruity. 

Doesn't matter.

This is still awesome. It's on Steve's lips, and now his own, and Steve's hand is down in Eddie's boxers, jacking him off as he kisses him. Red lipstick being smeared back and forth between them.

Fuck. Maybe Steve will put those red lips around his dick, and smear it there, too.

Now, that's an idea.

After, the lipstick is rubbed all over both of their faces, and yeah, up and down Eddie's cock. Eddie wouldn't change it for anything.

He crawls back in bed.

Steve hooks a leg over his hip and says, "I wanna be the tattoo on your skin," fingertips brushing over the demon on Eddie's chest, and Eddie grins. 

He could make that happen. Definitely.

"This is a bad idea," Jeff says. 

"No shit," Gareth chimes in. 

"Just hold still," Goodie says, and presses the tattoo needle into Eddie's hip. They debated on what it should be, but half the suggestions Eddie requested were shot down by Goodie, without just cause. Okay, not totally without just cause. Goodie probably couldn't do a portrait of Steve's face. 

So, Eddie's getting an axe. An outline of an axe, since that's the extent of the art Goodie was comfortable attempting. 

Eddie conceded. He'd rather get a passable outline of an axe than a bad portrait of Steve's pretty face. No question. 

Steve had just laughed, and carefully avoided bumping against the fresh tattoo when they fucked. 

Now, Steve is putting on his sunglasses, and it's nothing. Truly. 

But. 

"I wanna be your sunglasses, hey good lookin'," Eddie flirts. Can't help himself.

Steve rolls his eyes. Well, Eddie imagines he does. He can't exactly see his eyes through the lenses. 

"Stay home," Eddie wheedles. Steve can't stay home, but it's a nice thought. 

Steve just winks, and gives him a little waggle of his fingers, then is gone for the day.

Steve's standing at the kitchen sink, downing a glass of water, sweaty after his run. Eddie doesn't understand running unless you're being chased by an angry mob of townsfolk, or, you know, bats, but he does like what Steve looks like after, so he'll never let a peep of complaint pass his lips.

Not when Steve looks like that. Shirt clinging to his skin, patches darkened patches with sweat. Eddie wants to shove his nose against it. Breathe deep.

"I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet," Eddie announces, and Steve just keeps drinking.

"I wanna be the shower when you sweat," Eddie adds, and Steve gives him a thumbs up, and once the glass is drained, he puts it down by the sink, fists the front of Eddie's t-shirt in his hand, twisting, reeling Eddie in closer as he drags him down the hall towards the bathroom.

"That can be arranged," Steve says, pulling him into the bathroom behind him, kicking the door closed behind them.

Squeaky clean from their shower, with his hair still damp and wild, Steve's sprawled out on their bed, facedown, ass up. He's gorgeous. Miles of tan skin, scars and moles. Eddie just stares and stares. 

He can do that. He can stare at Steve Harrington. He can say lewd, off the wall things, and then touch him.

It's pretty goddamn amazing.

"What?" Steve finally asks, turning his face to the side on his pillow so he can see Eddie.

"I wanna be your sweet love, when you make it," he says, and Steve chuckles, but Eddie swallows, thickly. He's serious. Tonight, he's dead fucking serious, because he loves Steve Harrington. Everything about him.

Every last inch.

He's not taken for granted a minute they've spent building a life together, after the dust had settled over Hawkins.

Because Eddie's happy in a way he never imagined he ever could be, and Steve Harrington gets all the credit.

"I wanna be the one that really makes you scream," Eddie says quietly, with reverence. It's not funny. Not now. 

Except it is, because Steve grins, and flexes his ass, saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on and try, big boy."

Spell broken, Eddie laughs, and pounces.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesongfics to follow along with the love! 🎵

Notes: Each of the "I wanna be" tidbits are from the lyrics of the chosen song. It just felt so oddly Eddie, that I couldn't resist. Team he needs to be weirder, checking in. (And I swapped the parentheses location in the title from where it is the song title, because that felt more accurate for the fic? I don't know.)

[seraphinitegames]

A romantic foil!

This is where a certain other Commander comes riding in. Preferably wearing a kick-ass leather jacket while riding a kick-ass motorcycle.

Because if you have a werewolf character you're contractually obligated to make them own a motorcycle. I don't make the rules, it's just how it is :D

But jests aside, did you ever think of a Vampire/Werewolf love triangle, or would that have made it a bit too Twilight-esque?

Tane owns a motorcycle because, you know, of course he does, lol! :D

I did specifically not want the vampire/werewolf stand offs in Wayhaven, lol! Vampires and werewolves get along great in general. Well, as long as it's not Adam/Ava getting antsy about a team of werewolves being higher in rank above them because A just needs to be the best, hehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the fun message! :)

[boanerges20]

Armoy Road Races Davey Todd Mike Brown Michael Dunlop Dean Harrison Adam Mclean Photo: Tommy Vennard // 2023

[knight-a3]

Humanformers: the rogue Decepticons

Starscream: Adam Sylvester Stark

Slipstream: Sylvia Stark

Thundercracker: Benedict Stark

Skywarp: Skylar Stark

Sunstorm: Stanley Stark

Ramjet: Ramsey Stark

Elita-One/Black Arachnia: Amelia Webb/Ariana Blake

Notes under the cut

Starscream is definitely the shady lawyer type. Prosecution, probably. I also get the sense he would ride a motorcycle or fancy sports car. Maybe a cybertruck to flaunt his wealth.

I didn't draw the other seekers(because they look exactly like him). And I just never felt like coming up with various similar-but-different human designs for them either.

Slipstream always struck me as being Starscream's ambition in the same way the others represented his various traits. I doubt that was the intention, but it's better than the alternative imo.

Anyway, she seems like the type of person to become a lawyer and oppose Starscream in every case she could. If he's a prosecuting attorney, she's a defense attorney. She's just petty like that.

Elita is the adventurous to the point of recklessness type. Black Arachnea is more femme fatale.

The human AU lore is still sorta vague. But the idea is that she got in some kind of accident that caused her to go bald(she wears a wig) and lose weight. Something involving radiation, maybe? Her health is bad, basically. Still toying with the idea of making her some kind of vampire-esque mutant. But idk how supernatural I want to go.

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Baby Jay…

So, Jason was killed right between those awkward stages and ima just throw this here, right during his resurrection, he never had braces right or like, learned how to ride a bike? he missed those moments during his death and the time in the LOA.

So, throw this out here, Jason can ride a motorcycle, not a bike.

Proceed to watch him try to get on a bike in front of all his brothers proclaiming ‘how hard can it be?’ then start flailing and crying out, he ends up nearly speeding down a hill and falling flat on his face.

He needs training wheels.

Or:

He has the most crooked teeth you’ll ever see and he’s missing some including a cavity and Dick thinks it’s DISGUSTING, so he properly sets up a dental plan for his little brother and turns out they need to get superman and Bruce to u-haul this 6’4 grown Toddler to the dentist.

Because Jason is adamant in refusing, he’s kicking, biting, ew and threatening to pull kryptonite on Superman and a gun on Bruce.

Turns out he needs braces, he needs fake teeth and he needs one teeth pulled out, so a hefty dental course, and it’s expensive and of course Dick struggles to pay for this so… (Bruce wayne ‘This is my baby boy, my perfect son.’) Pays for it.

So here’s to Jason todd wearing braces for the next two years and his intimidation factor drops even LOWER.

Don’t get Jason started on other things he missed out because yes he still technically grew up.

He just also technically didn’t.

So cheers to Jason for not knowing either things.

(Here’s to him also not knowing what friends is or big bang theory or other famous classics, also here’s to Jason missing out on prom and other things he should have done.)

[dixons-sunshine]

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part 5 | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 592.

A/n: Focusing back on them before the apocalypse for now. And the last part personally had me giggling. Kids, huh? Anyways, I hope you like this!

Specially dedicated to my biggest supporter on this au, @ddamm.

★ Daryl bought his own motorcycle shortly after the two of you moved into your final apartment.

★ He had spent years saving up for it, even hesitantly accepting any money you wanted to add to the savings for his motorcycle.

★ He was hesitant to take your money because he felt bad. He didn't want you to “waste” money on him, money that you could use to buy yourself something nice.

★ However, you were adamant, and your contribution to the savings helped him immensely.

★ The day he bought his own motorcycle, he was ecstatic. It wasn't anything fancy, but he loved it, and therefore, you loved it as well.

★ You'd been with him for over a decade at that point. You knew practically all the lore surrounding the motorcycling community. Daryl took great pleasure in teaching you everything he knew.

★ It made Daryl happy to know that you took interest in something he liked. He could go on for hours about motorcycles and you wouldn't mind. You'd actively ask questions and ask him to explain something you didn't understand.

★ Daryl was even teaching you how to ride one. It wasn't quite like teaching you how to ride a bicycle, like you had joked when he had suggested teaching you how to ride a motorcycle, but you got better with time.

★ Soon, you were able to ride one on your own, though you still preferred to have the professional—Daryl—ride it instead with you on the back, holding on to him.

★ Going away from motorcycles for a bit, Daryl was also the one that taught you how to drive a car.

★ Merle had essentially given his truck to Daryl way back when, and the old thing surprisingly still worked years later, all the way to the start of the apocalypse.

★ That was the first thing—apart from a bicycle—you ever learned to drive.

★ When Daryl bought his motorcycle, he basically gave you the truck to go to and from work, the supermarket, basically anywhere you wanted to go.

★ During the earlier stages before he bought the motorcycle, he'd go and pick you up from work with his truck.

★ He once picked you up a bit later than usual due to the field trip you had taken your class on, and when you had gotten off the bus to greet him with a cheek kiss, the kids all collectively commented on it, eliciting chuckles from you and your husband.

★ “Ew.”

★ That's also how your class had gotten introduced to your husband. After that, they never stopped asking about him.

★ “Mrs Dixon, how'd you meet Mr Dixon?”

“Mrs Dixon, have you and Mr Dixon ever kissed with your mouths like my mommy and daddy?”

“Mrs Dixon, do you love Mr Dixon?”

★ You had also once gotten a question from one of the kids that had you choking and blushing.

★ “Mrs Dixon, do you and Mr Dixon play with your clothes off?”

★ You changed that topic of discussion very quickly. Nope, you weren't gonna teach a bunch of five year olds about sex.

★ It did make for some good comedy when you got back home. Well, for Daryl at least. When you told him about that, he couldn't stop laughing. He found the question hilarious.

★ “Well, what'd ya tell him?”

“I didn't say anything. I changed the topic.”

“Ya could've said yes. We do “play with our clothes off” a bunch'a times.”

“Daryl, I'm not gonna say that! Do you know how many parents would be plotting my murder?”

“I know. M'jus' messin' with ya, Darlin'.”