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Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on. Mason Jar Herb Garden Materials: Mason jars, potting soil, herb seeds, pebbles Steps: Add a layer of pebbles at the bottom of the Mason jars for drainage. Fill the jars with potting soil. Plant herb seeds in the soil. Place the jars in a sunny spot and water regularly. Mason Jar Herb Garden Materials: Mason jars Small…

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What is Pyrrha's reaction to DILF Jaune?

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Partner?" The Rusted Knight was revealed to be a bearded, slightly aged, and weary Jaune Arc to Pyrrha Nikos.

"...Daddy~," the Mistral Champion simply said, much to Jaune's confusion and embarrassment as she played with her red ponytail.
#answer#answered#answer posting#answer prompt#rwby#rwby shitpost#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#rwby au#rwby vol 9#the rusted knight#arkos#rwby arkos
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What's your favorite fairy tale?
Interesting question, but okay.
I’d say, that my favorite fairytale is “The Boy who Cried Wolf”, due to it’s unique nature of serving as a cautionary tale.
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10 for Junior. 14 for Chastity. 6 for Poppy. 3 for Lucius
Junior - He is confident and sometimes a bit sassy behind the computer screen/hologram or around his friends. Around his family, he has no self-esteem. His dad has a tendency to pull a Ted Cruz with the Austrailian public and throws his kid under the bus. That combined with sheer neglect/parenting with technology, Seth, his grandparents, and Uncle Pickles have no clue that this kid can talk at all.
Chastity- 5 years ago, she was in the tail end of middle school. She developed early, leading her to be the unwanted object of affection from boys and men and unasked for jealousy from her mom and other girls her age. She never thought she would have genuine guy friends or play in a band.
Poppy- She misses being a Klokateer in that it was a rough and tumble culture where she could express herself more freely with her fists and couldbe more crass, but she also understands that what she is doing is a mission of high importance.
Lucius - He was used to putting his own emotional needs on the backburner to accommodate the intensity of his life, which led to a lack of how to emotionally regulate. So he lets all the feelings sadness, rage, everything, build slowly. When he cries, that's when you know he's at the end of his rope. And he can't stop it. It's the same with his rage.
He gets some emotional regulation when he's with his friends, Sköll, and Poppy, more often, but he has to learn to communicate and be honest with himself and others about how he feels.
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I'll choose 9 and 21 for the ask post c:
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9. When is your birthday?
March 14th baby! Pi day! Woo!
21. How was your day today?
In a word:
Stressful
I'm not going to go into detail because I do want to keep my work and personal life pretty separate. But I'm currently working with a lot of paperwork, numbers (which I strongly dislike math) and there's a big deal line looming over the horizon.
#s-creations#s-creations answers#anonymous asks#answer game#answer prompt#question prompts#I'm almost worried how close we are to my birthday.#XD it's still pretty far off but still
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Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is
the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me
#admin answers#writing#writer#writeblr#writers#writing community#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#archive of our own#trope#tropes#prompt#prompts#fantasy#meme#memes#humor#comedy
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I want a fic where Danny is adopted but not by the JL but a villain. BUT! It is a very minor villain to the point where people are absolutely gobsmacked when he calls the villain dad, like everyone just stops what they're doing and watches the interaction. Bonus points if they find out that Danny is an absolute powerhouse monster and wonder what entity away from God's light did they fuck to have him.
"That's your son?"
"Yes."
"The glowing white haired teen?"
"Yes."
"The same glowing white haired teen that just froze a star and then ate it?..."
"Yes! And?"
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN "AND?", HE JUST ATE A STAR!!"
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Danny in a less than human form: *screeching*
"Scream all you want but you still have school tomorrow and you're going."
Danny: *leaves taking the cold and weirdness with him*
"Sorry about that, he gets a bit cranky when he has to take a nap."
The rest of the villains in the meeting terrified: Oh...
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"It would much easier if you got your son to help with your task."
"Absolutely fucking not! He's not going to do ANY vigilante/villain bullshit if I have any say in it."
"You have the ultimate weapon at your side and you-"
"My son is blessing not a weapon, I advise you to NEVER speak about him like that ever again."
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Villain, threatening JL Hero: Tell your kid stay away from my son, he doesn't need any of that shit yall bring into his life.
JL Hero: What?
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Personally I like to imagine this somebody as Kite-Man but that's just me, use whoever yall like.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp crossover#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dp x dc au#dc x dp prompt#villian acquired baby#the chemicals in their brain has shifted#they are now about to go apeshit over anyone who looks at their son funny#heroes are worried#villians are terrifed#people want answers and at the same time don't#danny gets to relax
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Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT
The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.
All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.
The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.
Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.
Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.
As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.
After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.
"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary
"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine
It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.
"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."
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Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:
the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.
People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.
As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:
"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."
Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#batfam#Phantom Letters#Danny is the crown prince#The ghost king is actually the king of the infinite realms and the position can be taken by any denizen#not just ghosts#People had gotten used to call it Ghost King because Pariah's reign was so long and he was a ghost.#The infinite realm includes all the afterlives#Each afterlives is manage by its own responsible entity (usually ancients or gods) that answers to Phantom#Danny doesn't have free reign for everything#He has to take into account the God's and ancients words#but he makes the final decision#The God's/ancients didn't put any problem with the letters because they#Found the idea interesting and they're all hungry for anything interesting to happen#Eternity is boring okay?#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover
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Okay you can’t tell me that Vlad doesn’t have an organ somewhere in his mansion. Upon learning of this, Danny would teach himself how to play the Haunted Mansion theme on the organ and play it at 2am.
Vlad Masters is away on business in Gotham, and the Fentons are coincidentally there for a symposium on ecto-activity. So it’s perfect! Except he goes to the wrong house, er mansion.
Honestly, Danny thought it was one of Vlad’s many mansions. Scaring the old man is his favorite activity after all. There’s a higher amount of ectoplasm here, so it has to be Vlad’s place right?
When Bruce comes out (on one of his few nights off) and sees his carbon copy playing the organ, all thoughts fly out of his head. Danny finally looks up and also blue screens. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until Danny’s cell phone rings (the ghostbusters theme??) and he panics. He jumps up and makes a break for the other door rushing through apologies “SorryWronghousegottagobye!” And runs out of the room. “Wait! Who are you?”Bruce exclaims as he rushes after him. They’re on the second story in one of the rooms he rarely uses. How did he know where the organ was? No matter. He’ll catch the kid on the stairs.
Except the kid is already almost at the bottom. How did he get down so effortlessly? The kid practically floated down the stairs.
Bruce gets to the foyer just in time to see the kid realize the door was dead-bolted in multiple spots. He won’t be able to undo them all before Bruce catches up to him.
He slows down and stands behind a pillar, assessing his next move. He needs to be careful here. This is a child after all, no need to spook him any more than he already has. He needs to slowly approach, and ask his questions.
But then the kid does the unexpected. After looking around frantically, he takes a deep breath. Two rings form around his middle and travel up and down his body. His black hair turns ghostly white. He looks back, almost directly at Bruce. His eyes widen as if he realizes he’s being watched. He whispers, barely loud enough to hear, “I’m so sorry, please don’t follow me.” Then, he backs through the locked door and vanishes.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#batman#bruce wayne#honestly this was supposed to be a funny short prompt#then the brain rot took hold#frankly not his best moment#but Jazz called and he panicked#Bruce is panicking now#does he have another kid?!#a kid with powers????#no doubt about it he has to investigate#Danny’s freaking out#Jazz is too because she realized Danny wasn’t at the hotel#she calls again and Danny answers freaking out#until he realizes Vlad’s house is RIGHT THERE#and what has he got to lose#might as well actually do his prank now#and worry about the other mansion later#Jazz is not thrilled#she has damage control to do#my thought was that Maddie stole DNA after realizing Jack couldn’t have kids#so she takes billionaire Bruce Wayne’s DNA and billionaire Lex Luthor’s DNA#THE KIDS HAVE NO IDEA#THEY ARE IN FOR SOME NOT SO HAPPY FUN TIMES#when Vlad finds out he is offended Maddie didn’t take his DNA#someone please yoink this
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The Nappers
Dpxdc Prompt #10
Danny was really excited to spend the summer with his second cousin(?) he didn't really remember, but apparently Jack Fenton's cousin was Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, a serial adopter.
Jazz had discovered the connection and gave him a call to see if he'd mind Danny staying over for summer because Danny decided he was going to tell his parents at the end of summer about his ghost problem, and Jazz wanted him to have a safety net.
He didn't really have a big family at home, with his parents being largely... absent and Jazz moving to Gotham for college. It would be great to be in a house that wasn't empty again.
Now if only his newly discovered family could stay awake long enough for Danny to talk to them.
"So how's living with our cousins?" Jazz asked him through his Fenton-phone. He flopped onto his bed and groaned.
"They're all seem nice but I haven't really seen enough of them to know yet."
"Danny, you've already been there a week, shouldn't you know them at least a little bit? You usually warm up to people quickly, as long as they aren't trying to kill you."
"Man I kinda wish they were out to get me, then I'd probably see more of them than I have already."
"..."
"..."
"Okay Danny walk me through our family, and what you know so far about them."
"Well first there's Dick, he apparently lives in Bludhaven and supposedly comes back to Gotham to visit fairly often, haven't seen any of him yet though."
"Then there's Jason, I've seen him come over after dinner a couple of times, but he's seemed in a really bad mood and I'm getting weird vibes from him so I haven't talked to him much yet either."
"Cass, Steph, Tim, Damian, and Bruce are the ones that actually live here at the manor and outside of when I first arrived I haven't actually seen them awake enough to talk to me. Anytime I've caught a glimpse of them they're taking naps and I'd feel bad waking them up, Tim especially (he looks like he needs the rest)."
"What are they, nocturnal or something?
"That's what I thought too! But the Manor is even more dead during the night than the day. If I had wanted to live with a bunch of zombies I'd have spent summer in the zone, not come all the way here."
"The only people that have stayed awake long enough for me to actually get to know them are Duke and Alfred! Duke's great, but he seems to have a day job so I only see him for breakfast and dinner and any time I can catch him before he sleeps after. Alfred's amazing, but he already has so much to do around the Manor, I feel bad bothering him."
"It is only the first week you're there, and there was a huge Arkham breakout your first day so everybody around Gotham is a bit tense while the Bats are trying to recatch everyone. Could you give it another week for me? See if it'll be an option for if our parents react badly?"
"For you, Jazz, I'll give it another week, but I can't just trade one empty house for another."
"Thanks, little brother."
"Love you, Jazz, bye."
Danny hung up the phone and sighed, he new there was something off with his cousins, but he couldn't quite place it. Constantly napping, disappearing during the nights, but always on guard when they were awake.
He had a week to figure it out, but if he didn't there'd be no real lost love. He'd come up with some excuse, stay with Jazz for the summer or something. If his parents reacted badly and he didn't have this safety net, it'd be difficult sure, but Danny and Jazz would figure it out.
Danny thought it would be nice to have some other family that had his back for once, but hey, maybe he just had shitty luck when it came to blood relations.
#listen the batfam has gotta sleep sometime#and they're out and about all the others#danny is suspicious#he'll figure it out eventually#normally alfred forces them to be on a better schedule#but when crime calls the bats answer#dpxdc#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#batfam#queenie-prompts
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After this episode it is confirmed that Weiss has it bad for Rusted Knight Jaune. She could be even thirstier for Jaune than Bleiss.
(Very evident...)
Bleiss: I saw that, bitch!
Weiss: *feigning innocence* Saw what? *blinks*
Bleiss: *approaches Weiss* You fucking know!
Weiss: *giggles* I mean, at least I do it with class, sister~. *smiles smugly*
Bleiss: *whispers* I'm tempted to take a page outta Alyx's book and fuck you over!
#answer#answered#answer posting#answer prompt#rwby#rwby shitpost#rwby spoilers#rwby vol 9#weiss schnee#bleiss schnee#bleiss gele#rwby white knight#rwby blackguard#blackguard
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Your Reincarnated Pyrrha AU gave me the idea that Jaune and Ruby would name second child Penny, maybe third child Summer, basically after people they have lost, to the point a friend (not sure which) jokingly asks what are they going to name their next kid once they run out of dead friend’s names. Needless to say, nobody liked that.
Just a thought that made me laugh and wanted to share.
I figured that they’d do that to.
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You shouldn't summon a Ghost King
Danny had felt the weird tug to the entirety of himself and instantly knew he was finally actually getting summoned for the first time.
He'd winced through the whole process, knowing he should have listened to Clockwork and changed the requirements now that he was Ghost King... but even though Clockwork had seemed pretty serious about it, it just... kept slipping Danny's mind. Listen, it's not that he didn't want to! executive dysfunction is a bitch alright, and it sounded like boring ghost paper work.
And it's been like... months now, maybe even a full year, maybe even longer. People don't really summon the Ghost King apparently, and Danny has been busy! He has school, he's trying really hard to get his grades back up. At some point he just completely forgot about it.
He's really regretting not taking it as seriously as he probably should have now that he's randomly on top of a skyscraper in some massive city he doesn't recognise. And the city is... for a lack of better words, on fire.
He can feel the suffering he can hear the screams, there is pain, chaos and fear all around him. Like a physical force pressing down on him.
The sickening part of it all is that he feels stronger than ever like someone injected him with 50 energy drinks directly into his veins but at the same time his stomach is recoiling violently, extreme jitters but not in a good way, absolutely nauseous.
He's not really listening to whatever is going on directly around him on that roof, that's all far in the distance somehow, maybe he's disociating, maybe something else other ghost thing is going on, but Danny is just floating there in full king regalia.
All he cares about it is snatching the weird creepy looking grimoire and getting some answers.
And answers he gets because its very clearly stated in there that the Ghost King (Pariah Dark) wants a tribute to himself. Whomever deigns to summon him must prove willingness to his cause. Aka the whole conquering and genocide and tyranny thing.
Over five hundred deaths would probably do but over a thousand was preferred, even more was obviously even better. That would show dedication and earn favour and- blah blah blah.
Danny thinks he's going to throw up.
It doesn't help that that's when the heroes show up and Danny is very clearly the big bad in this scenario even if it was completely unintentional.
Maybe they'll let him explain? Oh shit, that one looks so upset they're crying- maybe he can just go invisible instead...
This might be the worst night of his life.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#could probably also be x marvel now that I think about it#dp x marvel#ghost king danny#summoning gone horribly right#dp prompt#I got kinda stuck on the thought that to me summoning the Ghost King. the Ruler of the Infinite Realms. Is always depicted as insanely easy#-to do. Like the usually in these prompts the requirements for summoning at all is to just draw a circle and say some words and you'll get-#-some sort of answer. So I thought to myself. What if it's not that easy tho? And what if despite it being incredibly awful and hard-#-someone still goes ahead and does it because holy shit. Ghost King! And it's just a bad time for everyone#Heroes see Danny as the next big bad. the next world crisis invasion thing. A city is in shambles and everything. They are waiting on-#-The arrival of the army of monsters/robots/undead that they then have to fight to protect the planet#savwrites
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satisfy you
warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, p in v sex, pet names, kissing, squirting, drinking.
summary: reader is dating rafe, and he isnt satisfying her needs, jj offers to help.
pairings: nice!kook!reader x pogue!jj



you attended this big bonfire that everyone went to every single year in the outer banks.
if you lived in the outerbanks you knew that bonfires were the core place that drama started.
usually you would go to drink one or two beers, have fun, and dance with your friends a little. but this time that wasnt the case.
Rafe had been getting closer with this bartender from the country club, and it was really starting to weigh down on you.
you tried to ignore it at first, but he had started going to the country club a lot more often, more than usual. and he stopped touching you all together.
first he stopped fucking you as often, but then it quickly turned into just no attention or affection from him at all. and it really hurt.
you went to this party to get wasted, and forget about all your problems, even if it was temporary.
you drunk a few beers, and downed a couple shots, now a bit tipsy from the alcohol floating in your system.
you were sitting in the grass, knees pressed up to your chest, back up against a oak tree with a few carvings on the bark of it.
your just staring at everyone partying and having fun, zoning out and just lost in your thoughts.
your snapped out of your thoughts as you see a fit blonde walk in your direction, stopping beside you.
"sup, can i sit?" the blonde asks
"yeah, of course." i look up at him and scoot over, making room.
as he sat next to me in the grass i smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed on him.
"so, what are you doin' alone at a bonfire?" he asks while giving you a once over, admiring the sight of ur curves in that dress.
"jus' trying to get my mind off things, you know?" i look up, finally locking eyes with him.
"yeah? things like what? i bet ur pretty little kook life is awesome." he says as he brings the joint between his fingers to his lips, taking a puff out of it.
"kook life really isnt all that great jay. not as great as you think" you say with a hint of vulnerability behind your words.
"it actually sucks," you continue "all the girls are mean. all they care about is money, and their boyfriends fancy cars. and all the kooks are assholes."
he puffs out the smoke, exhaling and listening to your rambling.
"i just feel like..im stuck in bubble wrap sometimes. i dunno if that makes sense" you put your head down, feeling like you said too much.
he turns so hes sitting in front of you, his face in front of yours.
"y'know its okay to get outta the bubble wrap sometimes..." he says, his eyes trailing to the hint of exposed cleavage from ur dress.
you dont know if it was the alcohol in your system or the way he was looking at you, but damn, he was so hot.
you find yourself staring, and look away, until he uses his index finger to tilt your chin back so your face meets his.
you felt a familiar pooling between your legs, but it wasn't like the pooling that happened when rafe was around.
you barely got turned on by rafe by the way he treated you, literally having to beg him to touch you most of the time. he couldn't commit to one woman, and the better of you knew that. you just couldn't seem to let him go.
i involuntarily clench my thighs, and it doesn't go unnoticed by jj, his eyes dart down to the exposed skin on your thighs.
his cargo shorts start to tighten, as if he wasnt already hard when he first approached.
you and jj start to pass the blunt, and eventually the tension becomes too much, the weed and alcohol is floating in your systems, and you find yourselves leaning into eachother.
your lips eventually meet, and it only escalates from there.
at first it was sweet and slow, but then it quickly got hot and heavy, your tongues tangling together.
you straddle his lap, grinding your clothed core against his bulge that was straining in his shorts. his hands start to grope your ass, as his dick seeks more friction from you.
he groans, and his arms hook under your thighs, he pushes himself off the ground, supporting your weight easily.
he carries you over to the twinkie, all the other pogues are still occupied out at the bonfire partying.
he uses one hand to open the sliding door, and lays you flat on your back on the surface of the backseat. he shuts the car door and he wastes no time in connecting your lips with his again.
in between kisses, he mutters out "'m gonna fuck you so good, ya gonna forget rafe exists."
following his words, he unbuckles his shorts and slides them down his legs, kicking them to the side, along with his boxers.
you look down at his dick and your eyes widen. you've never took dick that big before, fuck you were panicking.
he smirks at your reaction, and he slides your dress down your thighs, and off, tossing it where his boxers were. he lowers his face to angle it down with yours, his arms on either side of your head.
he strokes his hard cock, his tip leaks salty white precum on your thighs. his hands go down to the waistband of your panties and he hooks his fingers into it.
"can i take these off, pretty girl?" he asks, his ocean blue eyes boring into yours.
you nod, breathing getting heavy, the pool between your legs intensifying by the second. you were really about to get fucked by jj maybank.
you almost couldn't believe it, you both came from totally opposite sides, he grew up in the cut and you didnt. it was weird, but in that moment you didnt care.
all you cared about was getting his dick inside of you.
with the fingers that are hooked in ur panties, he slides them down your thighs with. he tosses ur panties and his eyes zero in on your spread pussy.
he groans, his cock jumping at the sight. he spreads your thighs some more, and the sudden feeling of a warm substance hitting your pussy shakes you out of your thoughts.
you look down to see his cock leaking precum onto your clit.
he spreads his precum on your folds with his tip, you both moaning at the situation. he lines his tip with your entrance and he pushes himself in.
as he slowly pushes in, he dips his head down to kiss your neck to soothe the slight pain from the stretch of his thick, girthy, cock.
he whimpers against your neck at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his member.
he starts to slowly thrust in and out, before his thrusts become faster and deeper. you grab onto his shoulders as a leverage, even though you weren't going to fall.
as he continues to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, he speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "mm what a fuckin' shame. that kook passed up the chance to fuck this pussy?"
you moan at his words, the stretch of his dick, the sound of his voice, the way his hand comes down to rub your clit, its all too much.
you start to see stars as you throw your head back, pussy clamping down on his cock. your moans and his groans fill the twinkie. the car rocking with every thrust, due to however old the junk was.
his tip nudges the spongy spot inside your pussy that makes you squirm, you start to whimper and let out long moans, signaling your close.
jj can tell by the way your clamping down on him, and the way your eyes roll back, that your close. he starts to thrust into you at a relentless speed, rubbing your clit rapidly, meeting your lips in a heated kiss.
you shout into his mouth "fuck jj!"
he smirks against your lips, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, his speed never faltering "cmon baby; tell me i fuck you better than rafe." he breathes out
i moan, tears flowing out of your eyes "fuck yes, so much better!" your eyes roll back again
he feels your nails scratching at his back, desperately trying to hold onto something. "yeah? who do u belong to now, hm?"
"you jayjay.." you barely manage to get out with the tears flowing out of your eyes.
he kisses your forehead gently, still slamming into your pussy. "cmon, give it t'me princess. cum for me baby."
following his words, you feel a unfamiliar gush of liquid come out of your hole. you've never done that before. it feels different but it feels so damn good.
you scream out, continuing to squirt on his cock.
he thrusts a few more times, groaning and moaning as he cums on your tummy, "your mine now. my fuckin' girl."
after he comes down from his high, he pulls his phone out, and snaps a picture with the flash, adding a text to it that says "jus made your girl squirt, looks like shes mine now, kook 😎"
he sends it to rafe, and then he helps u back into ur dress, then puts his shorts back on after.
"y'know i meant what i said, ur mine now." he seals his words with a quick kiss.
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Yay! I’m so glad you take requests. Feel free to decide if you want to write this or not, it’s fine either way :)
So, I was thinking about Jason dating civilian!reader, and her coming home all disheveled and horrified. Since she knows about him being Red Hood, she can confide in him. She had just killed someone for the first time, whether it was an accident, self defense or whatever, you decide.
I was just wondering how Jason would handle this situation since usually he’s the one doing the killing.
Thank you <3
oh, this is amazing food for thought. I actually think he’d be the very best person to come to in such a situation because he has experience with killing. who’s gonna understand you better than him? literally nobody. had something similar to this in my drafts but now my mind is whirling in a whole host of directions. excellent prompt, nonnie!
jason todd x f!reader. warnings include graphic depictions of violence and killing (in self defense), attempted and failed sexual assault, the aftermath of both events (reader’s in shock), hurt/comfort. this one’s got heavier subject matter so please do mind the warnings, folks. i did way too much research of the Gotham Knights map for this, but it’s my favorite depiction of the city so so be it. also reader and Jason live in the Belfry bc i said so (personal hc that i may or may not elaborate on some time). and one last thing! the romanized Arabic at the end is “حياتي ” which translates to “my life”. I love the idea that Jason picked up Arabic terms of endearment from Talia calling Bruce just about every one she could.
Jason wakes up to soft afternoon sunlight shining on his face. He grumbles out a gravelly hum and scrunches up his face in protest against being awakened when he was sleeping so nicely. He reaches out to find the comforting warmth of his beloved beside him, to pull you in and bury his face into your hair so he can hide from the morning for a bit longer.
All he finds are cold sheets and an empty pillow.
He bolts upright. Something’s wrong. You never, never wake up before him. He doesn’t even register the way that the sudden abundance of light stings his eyes. He takes stock of his surroundings, his training executing on autopilot. The open layout of the Belfry lets him get his bearings in seconds. He doesn’t see you anywhere from the bird’s eye view of your loft bedroom. There’s no smell of food in the kitchen nor any mess that would indicate you’d been working in there. The living room space, fully visible below, is empty too. The only enclosed space in your home, the bathroom that’s just around the corner from your bedroom, is dead quiet. No running water, no sweet singing, no familiar coughing from swallowed toothpaste. And without so much as leaving your bed, Jason’s already come to a conclusion that sends his heart pounding and dries his throat. You’re not here.
He’s up and grabbing the 9mm taped under your bedside table in the span of a few breaths. He moves through your home methodically, like he’s clearing one of Gotham’s criminal hideouts. There’s no sign of a struggle. Nothing’s been disturbed. He’s not surprised by this—barring Wayne Manor, the Belfry is the most secure building in Gotham. That’s precisely why Jason had moved you both here once you decided to live together. He checks the coffee table and sees that your phone and wallet are gone. A different type of fear takes over now. One that makes his heart ache. What if you’ve finally had enough, finally seen that he’s not good enough for you, not worth sticking around for? It makes him sick. He swallows hard and tries to clear the blistering thought from his head. No, that’s not you. You’re not cruel. You’re kind and gentle and loving. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. And you wouldn’t hurt him.
The sight of gears turning in his periphery catches his attention. He sees the cables pulling and the security panel go green, and he’s running to the elevator doors damn near ready to pry them open. He hastily tucks the 9mm into the waistband of his pajama pants, easily within reach if he needs it. Relief floods him when the huge metal doors grind open and he sees your pretty face on the other side. Then his heart drops when he realizes that that pretty face is scraped and splattered with blood.
Your hair is tangled and wet, dripping dirty water down your neck and staining the bright red of his your favorite hoodie. Your hands, which shake as they reach blindly towards him, are stained crimson and battered too. But it’s your eyes that haunt him. You look broken.
“Jay,” you croak out, unable to summon anything but a plea for the one person who can keep you safe.
The tears fall from your eyes at the same time that you collapse into Jason’s arms. He drags you inside and locks down the Belfry. Jason wants to panic but feels a strange sense of calm about himself. As loathe as he’d be to admit it, he finds himself falling into Bruce’s habit of assessment and action.
“Baby, what happened?” he asks, voice steady and assured.
You don’t even hear him. You’re digging your hands into his shirt, clinging on to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth. He may very well be. He feels you going rigid and cold and he knows he has to get you stable before you descend further into shock.
“Listen to me,” he says firmly, adding on and enunciating your name for emphasis.
That sparks some semblance of lucidity. Jason hasn’t called you by your name in months, much preferring you be his baby or his sweetheart or his doll, or simply his. If it jars you back to reality, so be it.
“I need you to tell me what happened,” he demands gently.
It all pours out of you like a flood.
You’d woken up early by chance this afternoon. Normally you’d just close your eyes and snuggle closer to Jason to catch a couple more hours of sleep, but you wanted to do something nice for him. So you’d gotten up and gone to Lemay’s Flower Emporium in Gotham Heights. You’d bought him the prettiest bouquet of red and pink roses, so big that you had to hold on to it with both arms. The taxi ride from the Heights back to Coventry Station went fine. You were almost home. So close that you could see the clock tower where your heart was sleeping peacefully.
Then you stopped at Commerce Avenue Station. You just wanted to get him some pastries from the little bakery tucked away on 3rd Street that you both love. It was a decent walk; you knew that. You also knew that Jason wouldn’t want you to go out of your way by yourself. But it was morning and you were a grown woman and you could handle yourself, right? Well, that’s what you thought until a pair of hands clamped down on your shoulders and yanked you violently into a side alley.
Jason had prepared you for something like this. You’d spent countless evenings with him teaching you self defense techniques in the training area of your home. None of it mattered because the man that had you by the shoulders slammed you so hard into the brick wall that all your thoughts went hazy. Before you could regain your footing, you were shoved to the ground. The bitter sting of your palms scraping open pierced through the fog, as did the crushing weight of the vile man on top of you. Fear shot through you as the man started tugging at his belt and you realized that this wasn’t intended to be a mugging. You tried to scream but a grimy hand clamped over your mouth, hitting your head against the ground and soaking your hair in dirty rain water and blood.
Your eyes darted around in search of someone—anyone. But no one was coming. You felt fingernails scratch against your stomach as clammy hands curled into the waistband of your sweatpants and suddenly you saw your savior. A brick from the damaged alleyway laid within reach. You didn’t even think when you grabbed it, when you swung it as hard as you could into the side of the man’s head. The corner hit his temple and he crumbled to the side. You rose to your knees and hit the man again. And again. All you could remember were Jason’s firm instructions: if someone makes it a choice of you or them, you make sure that it’s you no matter what it takes.
“I don’t r-remember anything else,” you sob into his chest. “There was so much blood, Jason. And his head—oh, God.”
Jason shushes you gently. He holds you tight in his arms like he’s terrified that if he loosens his grip even slightly, you’ll fade away on him.
“Don’t think about it, baby. You did what you needed to do. You protected yourself. I’m so proud of you.”
“I killed someone, Jason. I killed someone.”
You look at him wide eyed—afraid, horrified, guilty. No. Jason won’t have that. You will not feel guilty over some lowlife scumbag who wanted to hurt you, who probably would have killed you. Jason can’t even stomach the thought. He wants to put a bullet into whatever’s left of that predator’s head. No, the only shame in you killing that man is that you got to him before Jason could.
“I need you to listen to me,” he says, repeats your name again for emphasis. “You. Did. Nothing. Wrong.”
“Someone’s dead because of me, Jay,” you argue, gripping him tighter as your panic rises.
“Baby, do you know how many people are dead because of me?” he asks. “Far, far more than I’d ever want you to know. Do you think I’m a monster, honey? That I did something wrong?”
He knows it’s an apples to oranges comparison. But you’ve used this same tactic on him so many times that he also knows it’s effective. Every time he demeans himself for something, you ask if he’d treat you the way he treats himself for the same thing. The answer is always no.
“No!” you reply emphatically. “You protect people. You do it to keep people safe.”
“You did it to keep yourself safe.”
“But—”
“No buts. Or ifs. No ands, either, just in case you get any ideas,” he says lightly, brushing a speck of blood off your cheekbone.
You smile at his stupid little comment and he feels the tension in his body release just slightly. As long as there’s light back in your eyes for even a moment, he knows that you’ll be okay. He picks you up, lets you cling your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest as he carries you to the bathroom upstairs. He runs you a bath and, after asking repeatedly if you were okay with it, undresses you and washes the blood and grime from your body. He wraps you in a big fluffy towel, dries and brushes your hair, and tends to your injuries before he bundles you up in his comfiest hoodie and pajama pants. He soothes you when your tears make their return and never leaves your line of sight because he knows he makes you feel safe.
The thought gnaws at him throughout the day. It outright scalds him as he lies in bed with you after deciding to skip patrol. He’s failed you. Failed to protect you, failed to ensure nothing harms a hair on your head. He’s failed at taking care of you, the one thing that matters more to him than anything else. He’s seconds away from spiraling into self hatred when your sweet voice comes calling, soft and pleading.
“Jay…please stay with me,” you say softly.
Your eyes are clear and focused again. You squeeze his waist tight where your arms are wrapped around him, like you’re physically trying to anchor him in place in your bed. The look on your face says that you know exactly where his mind was headed. You see right through him. It makes him feel more vulnerable than anything else, and it surprises him how much he loves the feeling. And Jason, as always and for eternity, can’t bring himself to deny you. So he pulls himself together and shoves all his self loathing down. He can deal with it later—you need him more right now.
“I’m right here, hayati. Not goin’ anywhere, I promise.”
He kisses you gently and feels some of that self hatred wash away when you chase after him for more goodnight kisses. He feels it dissipate even more when you fall asleep in his arms with a soft smile on your face. It’s all but forgotten as he drifts off too, safe in the knowledge that you’re here with him, that he can feel your heart beating pressed tight against his own.
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Prompt 329
Bruce was admittedly suspicious when Talia requests a meeting, and is admittedly still upset with the entire hiding Damian’s existence from him for literal years. But he also admits that he just… has to take a moment.
“Run that by me again please?” He had to have misheard, right? Or gotten drugged by something maybe.
Talia sighs, sounding just as tired as he felt. “Father’s tea supplier has moved to Gotham after an argument, and he wishes to discuss the agreement of him not entering the city- to speak with said vendor.”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Bruce: Why this one vendor??? Why not buy the tea from Anyone else????#Talia (tired): They’re the same age and Father can only get his tea from them- the plants are otherwise extinct#Talia: They are also potentially exes- we never were able to get an answer on that#Danny as an adult has a tea shop with Jazz#Danny isn’t ghost king but he has connections to get plants & supplies all across the zone#And Sam enjoys the challenge of some plants#Valerie owns a protection agency that’s been opened for years now#You get liminal enough and aging is slowed if not outright gone#Depends on the contamination levels y’know#No one knows if Jazz or Danny dated Ras at some point#Amity might’ve gotten time displaced a while back & become something of a fae city
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