#bab writes

[911queers]

Taking him home

[ post 07x06, general audience, tw: buck's parents don’t approve but who knows whether that's homo/biphobia or just their usual buckphobia ]

Not long after the wedding party had cake, the hospital staff kicks out everyone who is not Chimney's immediate family.

Buck hugs Maddie tightly. "Do you want me to wait outside for you?" He mumbles into her long, brown hair.

Maddie smiles. "Thank you, but I'll be alright," she replies, "You go home with your hot-ass pilot."

He actually giggles softly. Maddie looks at him, in surprise. She has never heard him giggle like that before. Before she can say anything, Buck's face gets serious again.

"I'm glad this day ended the way it did," Buck says with a sincere smile on his face.

"Me two, Buck," Maddie sighs and goes in for another tight hug, "Me too."

She looks at Tommy who just said good-bye to Chimney and is now coming up to stand closely next to Buck. "Are you staying?" He softly asks Buck.

"No, he's not," Maddie answers for her little brother and grins up at the man who is even taller than Buck himself, "Take him home, Tommy."

Tommy nods. "Happily," he smiles and looks at Buck. For the fracture of a second, hunger flashes over his face but he quickly schools his expression. Buck saw it, though, and he revels in it. He cannot wait.

While Tommy hugs Maddie goodbye, Buck's mother appears right in front of Buck. Her facial expression is controlled but it is evident to both of her children that she has quite a lot to say.

"Can we talk?" Margaret asks, looking at Buck before she shoots Tommy an openly disdainful look. "In private."

"There’s no need to talk, mom," Buck says faking nonchalance.

Maddie eyes the scene for the fracture of a second, before she pats Tommy's arm, and quietly whispers, "Better take him outside right now if you want to enjoy the rest of the night."

Tommy doesn’t have to be told twice.

"Nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Buckley," he intervenes and introduces himself shortly but politely, "I don’t mean to be rude but the hospital staff wanted us out of the room about five minutes ago and to be frank, I really need a shower." Without missing a beat, he turns to Buck, "Ready to go?"

He offers a hand. Buck takes it in his and follows his lead without hesitation.

"Buck," Margaret hisses, but by the time his name leaves her lips, her son is already guided halfway out of the room by his boyfriend.

"Was that okay?" Tommy asks quietly once they are outside in the hallway.

"More than okay," Buck lets out a breath and tucks himself safely against Tommy's side.

Tommy eyes him curiously. "Did your mom just call you 'Buck'?" He asks as he pulls Buck closer.

Buck chuckles drily. "Yeah, I hate when my parents call me 'Evan'."

Tommy stops short and looks at him in shock. "I call you 'Evan' all the time!"

Buck smiles and nods. "I know," he says softly and gently pats Tommy's arm, "And I love it." Then he changes the subject. "Your place or mine? Or... you know, separate ways... I could call you an Uber."

Tommy shakes his head. "Back to the station first to get my stuff and then my place? Only if you want to, of course."

Buck wants to, of course.

When they finally turn to leave for good, Buck meets Bobby's eyes from across the hallway. There is a proud smile on Bobby's face as he sends them an approving nod. That is, in fact, all Buck needs.

[polyrafe]

Hoarse

You come home and Topper's voice is hoarse as fuck.

"What's wrong," you ask, pulling him closer. "Are you sick?"

Rafe starts to laugh, Topper chuckles but goes red.

"Topper made me fuck his mouth in the gym showes," Rafe explains very matter of factly.

"Made you?" You mock. "Oh poor Rafe."

"You know how he gets," Rafe smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

Well… you do know how Topper gets.

"Did he take good care of you afterwards?" You ask Topper, cradling the back of his neck.

Rafe pouts. Of course he did.

[kinkyrafe]

here me out: tattoo!artist reader and businessman!rafe. he tries everything to do right by his dad but he will never be good enough for ward. he has a couple of small tattoos, when he's searching for an artist to create a new tattoo - a sibling tattoo together with sarah and wheezie - he meets y/n. she corrupts him a little bit, in the best way possible. she gets him away from his dad, she gives him the most love and stability he has ever had.

she loves to ink his skin. she loves to design tattoos for him. she loves to mark him in her own way. it doesn't take long and rafe looks like this:

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[ghostbsuter]

Danny and Steph had an easy friendship.

Witnessing each other beat the shit out of villains to near ending injuries. They were close.

An easy friendship and an even better understanding on mischief.

For starters, every time they were discussing anything about plans or investigation, Phantom would whisper into her ear of what he heard and she'd interject and add in.

With her own flair.

"Spoiler alert!" She sings, Tim's head snaps up to her, and he focuses. She grins. "The goon were delivering it for Penguin, not Riddler. It was Riddler's, well not anymore!"

She giggles to herself when she sees her friend turn around , looking and searching.

Tim has no lead of how she knows this.

Danny giggles with her.

[superbat-lmao]

A “buddy” vigilante story where Jason and Tim go back in time during Dick’s time as Robin, when the Worlds Greatest Detective was still young.

Basically, they significantly change the past and in the most annoying way possible. Tim knows that no one will know it was them and has been pretty morally flexible about the whole thing. They go down the list of rogues, down the list of siblings, bickering about it the whole time.

Jason kills the Joker, Tim rescues Cass, and both of them try and get one over on the other about their past selves.

Because Tim tries to talk baby Jason into stealing the Bat’s tires early while Jason’s out murdering Zucco, and Jason’s out snatching Tiny Tim and his camera from rooftops trying to leave him gift wrapped in the batcave while Tim’s out stealing info from Luthor.

It’s one giant clusterfuck but they’re successful because Tim and Jason combined are absolutely lethal and no one ever saw them coming.

Meanwhile, they keep running into Robin and absolutely losing it over seeing their oldest brother so young and angry.

Dick tries to track them down after they killed Zucco, he wants to ask why. What the hell they could possibly be doing or why that would matter to them.

Tim pushes Jason off a roof.Jason lights Tim’s ancient computer on fire. Tim tears a book in half. Jason takes pictures of Tiny Tim and sets them as his wallpaper. It’s a comedy, your honor.

And probably the worst headache Batman will ever get.

[winepresswrath]

one thing I like about tazmuir as an author is that at any given time she will be like "here is a character," and I will think "that's nice, but I don't care. please return me to my beautiful Gideon" and then she'll be like "no. look at this other character under a microscope. they are so fucked up and full of love in such specific ways. probably they are bad at sex also." and I make a shocked face and welcome them into the pantheon in my heart, still waiting to hear from my beautiful gideon, at which point tazmuir will show me another character. and then.

[xochimillilili]

Yeah it's nice to be all physically soft and gentle with my pretty pet after a long day, but there's something so nice about speaking softly while hurting their cute little body~

I've got you honey, that's it, you're doing so good~ You're such a cute little painslut aren't you my love? Moaning and whining for more like a good dumb little pup while bent over my knee, hilt of my knife stuffed shallowly in your pretty breeding hole... you like the feeling of my belt bruising up your pretty ass? You like the sting of it hitting your sensitive little aching body, my kisses on your head and my fingers in your drooling little puppy mouth, fucking that pretty throat of yours sweetheart?

Good puppyyy~ Taking every hit on your ass and kiss on your head like a good pet. My precious darling baby, I'll get you aching so much you'll just melt into a whiny pretty mess after. I'm so proud of you babyyy, if you keep being a good little slut for me, I might just slice those undies off you properly and fuck that pretty tummy of yours full of pups honey~

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

A Catfish??

All of the bat children are horrified when they found out the boy Damian has been talking online, someone they were expecting to be a 5’3 twig. Someone who Damian has been crushing on for years turned out to be a 6’3 muscle-bound fucker that makes Jason look small.

They are even more horrified when they realized they never gave Damian the internet talk and for some reason Bruce is not reacting like this is something of concern and what the fuck-?!

The reason Bruce is not freaking out like the rest of his kids is quite simple.

He can see the last of the baby fat clinging to Danny’s face, he notices how even though Danny is a walking tank of a being, he still glances at the doorways like they could not be trusted.

Like he wasn’t used to his height.

No Bruce is not concerned, because all signs and research just points to one fact.

Danny Fenton has came into a Fenton-sized growth spurt.

[bluerosefox]

Peek-A-Boo Champ!

So... when Jazz and her newborn baby were taken by a cult she wasn't... too worried. Okay yes of course she was worried about her baby in the hands of the people who knocked her out cold when they broke into her home and seem to want to use HER baby as a vessel for some evil entity to bring the apocalypse BUT she knows her husband's patrol routes like the back of her hand, knows when Jason likes to drop by to check on them (with maybe another bat or bird with him, he begrudgingly allowed cause they wanna see the littlest batbaby) and knows he and the rest of the batfam had been alerted and are on their way, she knows this. And if they don't come soon she has ways to get out of these bindings and saving her baby (no anti ghost things at all, so she's good with going liminal on them if need be)

HOWEVER Jazz stops when she realizes the summoning circle they're planning on using... and knows damn well who they're going to bring to this plane of the realms...

It's been a good long while since she saw her brother. And this will give her a chance to actually introduce him to his nephew/niece instead of just sending him pictures.

......

......

Jason really wasn't expecting, as he showed up to the warehouse the cult (THEY TOOK HIS WIFE AND KID. NO B, HE WILL NOT CALM THE FUCK DOWN, HES TAKING THEM ALL OUT FOR THIS! THEY'RE GONNA USE HIS KID TO BE A VESSEL FOR A GHOST KING) was using guns blazing, to find the cult members all frozen in solid chunks of ice that would make even Mr. Freeze envious of meanwhile his wife cheerfully chatting with a glowing, floating, blueish skin with star like freckles being with a glowing crown and space cloak... who at the moment is making silly faces at his kid and playing peek-a-boo (by actually disappearing and reappearing)

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason: I'm gonna go hit Dick.

Barbara: Why?

Jason: For his attention.

Barbara: Literally just ask your brother to hang out with you. Why are you like this?

[dapper-lil-arts]

Deleted scenes from the fanfic im writing

assorted unrelated Sunset Shimmer misadventures lmao. i'll put the context on the ending author's note part of the fic -v-

[polyrafe]

showers

Showers are tough. Showering together, the three of you is complicated. Your bathroom is huge, big enough to fit three people comfortably - triple income! - and your shower would theoretically fit three people but the logistics of three people showering together doesn’t work for you. It may be for other poly triads but not for you. 

So what you do is mainly shower in pairs. Rafe and you share mornings together so more often than not you shower together in the morning. Rafe and Topper work out together most evenings so they get to shower together at home if they don’t shower at the gym. After sex, usually two of you shower together, the third chilling on the brim of the tub, just enjoying your time together, and then you rotate.

What has been established over time is that Rafe almost never has to shower alone. He wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone who isn't Topper or you but he is scared of water - as showers and water in particular are part of his worse childhood memories. So you and Topper are always in there with him, overwriting bad memories with good, loving ones.

[polyrafe]

this is mine. just want to have it on this blog as well :)

Distraction

This work is 18+. MDNI!!

Summary:

Rafe, Topper and you are in an established poly relationship and you live together. One evening, Rafe and you need to distract Topper. The best way to do that is with s e x. And action.

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamics, pure smut basically with very, very little plot

@maybanksbabe Libra, this is for you. you wanted to be tagged. proceed with caution. this is nearly 6000 words of sex, completely un-betaed, hardly proofread... you have been warned.

Read on AO3.

All three of you have problems with your family: Ward Cameron is a fucking psycho, Cynthia Thornton is an authoritarian dictator and your parents are... well... you know best what your parents are.

Fact is that parents and family are a sensitive issue for all three of you which is why you don’t talk about it very often. It is also why all three of you revel in this sweet little safe space that is your relationship and why none of your parents are ever allowed to set one foot into the apartment that you share.

You are chilling on the couch, your legs draped over Topper, both of you scrolling through social media, showing each other posts and reels, while Rafe is working on his laptop at the kitchen table, smiling over to the two of you every now and then. 

"You should have finished work this morning when we both were at work, too," Topper teases him with a sly grin.

You raise your eyebrow at Topper, "Careful," you say amused, "You know he'll make you pay for comments like this once he's done."

Topper wiggles his eyebrows at you and you realize that this is what he’s hoping for - you should have known.

He opens his mouth to say something else, when the phone in his hand starts ringing. He looks at it and his expression darkens immediately at the sight of his mother's name on the screen. "Oh great," he mumbles and gets up.

"Don't answer it," you advise half-heartedly although you already know that it's in vain because Topper accepts every single call, especially if it's from either of his parents.

"Is it Cynthia?" Rafe asks from the kitchen table a couple of feet away. You nod silently. "Tell her I say hi!" He calls after Topper.

Topper just flips him off as he leaves to his room.

Cynthia does not approve of your relationship in the slightest and although it's been several years since Topper legally became an adult, his mother still tries to control every aspect of his life and uses every opportunity to let him know how little she thinks of his life choices. She doesn't like you but maybe she would accept you at some point if it wasn't for the fact that there is still is Rafe - and Rafe and Topper had a connection way before you and Topper did.

Rafe and you share a long, meaningful look before Rafe shrugs and goes back to his work. You look right through him, though; you see his worry how his shoulders are all tense now and how his eyebrows are drawn together. The atmosphere has shifted in the room. It was all cozy and relaxed before and one call of one of your parents just changed everything. Now it is heavy and tense. You hate it.

You pick on your nails and try not to listen to the muffled sounds coming out of Topper's room that sound a lot like Topper defending himself non-stop. After a while, everything is silent. You wait for Topper to come back out but he doesn't. A couple of minutes later Rafe notices it as well. He closes his laptop. "Do you think they are still talking?" He asks.

You shake your head. "He's been quiet for a while."

Rafe pushes the laptop away from himself and gets up. "I'll check on him."

That is when Topper's door opens and Topper comes back into the living room. He is clearly upset, his hair all tousled from constantly running his hands through it, his jawline tense and he is avoiding eye contact which is always the biggest sign for him.

Already standing in the middle of the room on his way to Topper's, Rafe reaches out for him and pulls him close with a soft "Hey there." Topper almost melts against him. Rafe kisses his head with so much love and you wish it would be enough to take away all of Topper's worries.

You lock eyes with Rafe again, silently asking him what to do. When it comes to Topper's emotions, it is usually best to follow Rafe's instincts. They have known each other since they were kids and their emotional connection was way stronger than yours and Topper's was when Topper first came into your relationship. This is something that is really hard to catch up on.

Rafe jerks his head very subtly and you immediately get up from the couch and approach them. "We're here for you," you mumble against Topper's shoulder, kissing it softly as you start stroking his back in comfort.

Topper takes a step back from the two of you and grabs Rafe’s belt. "What are you doing?" Rafe asks bewildered. He takes a step back himself when Topper opens his belt with trembling fingers. "Don't," he says when he grasps what Topper is up to.

"Let me -" Topper starts explaining but cuts off and tries to open Rafe's pants instead.

"Top, stop," Rafe insists, pushing Topper's hands away. "Stop it!" Topper doesn't stop though, taking a step closer to Rafe, trying to kiss him demandingly.

"Topper, he said no," you try to step in.

"Come on, you love it when I suck you off, so just let me-" He tries to palm Rafe's dick but Rafe takes another step back, shoving Topper's hands away, forcefully this time, and when this still isn't enough for Topper to try to get his hands on him, Rafe explodes.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He growls.

Topper finally looks at him, his eyes just as angry. "What is your problem? We fuck all the time, why not now?"

"Because you're upset," you say, stepping in between the two of them.

"Yeah, I know, thank you for reminding me," Topper snaps.

"Talk to us," you tell him.

Topper just looks at you angrily. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it." He turns around, too agitated to stand still. "You guys never understand!"

"Oh, we don’t understand what's it's like to have fucked up parents?" Rafe shouts, "We?" He motions between you and him. "Fuck off, Topper! Have you fucking met Ward?" Rafe turns to leave the room while Topper opens his mouth for whatever he wants to say next.

"Stop, both of you," you insist loudly. When both of them look at you, you continue, "Rafe, this is not what Topper meant, I'm pretty sure, he meant that we don't understand what he needs - and Topper, how the hell do you want us to understand if you don't talk to us?" Topper and Rafe stare at each other, clearly still frustrated over what has just happened. "Stop being idiots, both of you. We were all fine before Cynthia called so this is just because of her and I refuse to give her so much power over us that we are fighting because of her." You turn to Topper and see him swallow thickly. "Rafe wanted to comfort you, and even if you needed something else, you can't just use him as a distraction whenever you like - no matter if you blow him or not. You really should know that! You need to tell him or us what you want - if you don't want to talk, fine, if you want to have sex, perfect, but you need to fucking tell us."

Topper rakes his fingers through his hair again. "I know," he whispers, very vulnerable now, "Fuck, I'm sorry." He presses his hands against his eyes, trying to force down tears. He swallows again and takes his hands from his face, looking directly at Rafe now. "I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to make you feel good because she... yeah..." Because Cynthia probably did nothing else but bash Rafe the entire time. Topper doesn't say that though, he doesn't want to talk about it and that is fine as well. It is nothing new anyway. He swallows again. "I'm sorry for overstepping."

Rafe steps forward into Topper's space and wraps his arms around him. "It's okay," he mumbles into his hair and kisses him comfortingly. "Apology accepted."

You smile at the two of them. Those are your boys. You step closer again, gently rubbing both their backs for comfort. "I love you two so much," you whisper and before you know it you're in the middle of a triad hug and everything is fine again.

"So, what do you want to do now?" You ask when you all let go. "Are you done with work, Rafe?" Rafe nods. "Are you hungry?"

"Um..." Topper tries, looking a little embarrassed, and Rafe's and your attention is immediately on him. "I would love to have sex if the two of you are in?"

You look at Rafe who is definitely in by the way his pupils dilate instantly. You exchange a single glance and that's all you need to know. "We're so in," you say and let your hand run down Topper's chest suggestively. "You gotta tell us what you want though." Topper is not good at communicating and maybe this is one way to help him improve his communication skills.

"I..." he stutters, physically responding to your touch.

"Do you want to watch me and Rafe?" You ask teasingly because you are positive that whatever he has in mind, this is not it. Having to watch you is almost like a punishment for him. 

Realizing what you are up to, Rafe grins at you, amused.

Topper grimaces. "No," he shakes his head, looking at you, almost offended.

You take your hands off of him and get your hands under Rafe's shirt, letting your nails trail across his stomach in a way that instantly sends goosebumps all over his arms. You smirk at him, clearly enjoying yourself, before you look back at Topper. "I don't know what you want if you don't tell us, Christopher," you tease him.

You realize your mistake almost before the name leaves your mouth.

Rafe tenses beneath your fingers and Topper's expression hardens again. "Don't call me that."

It really is stupid of you to call him by the name only his mother calls him right when he is upset about her. "Sorry, I didn't think," you apologize immediately and for a second you think that you ruined everything and Topper will retrieve back into his head, but then Topper takes a deep breath and looks straight at you. 

"I want you two to use me to get yourselves off," he says matter-of-factly and you think that this is the first time you actually hear him say these words in the two years you've been together now. He swallows before he continues to clarify, "And I want one of you to fuck me, I don't care who. You can decide. Just... distract me. I don’t know, I'm gonna go shower." With that, he turns on his heels and leaves the living room. You both look after him, both visibly impressed.

"Fuck that was hot," Rafe hisses next to you, "You have to make him say it out loud more often." You nod.

"How do you think we should do this?" You ask him as the two of you walk over to your bedroom, "Anything in mind? Anything you want to do?"

Rafe shrugs.

"I have an idea but that would be more your kinks than his," you say, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He looks at you, all ears. "Tell me?"

You look straight into his eyes, curious about his reaction. "I thought about bending him over the kitchen table, spanking him until he barely can hold himself up anymore, and then fucking him." His reaction doesn’t disappoint. 

Rafe just stares at you for a second, mouth open, unable to swallow. You were so right, this is rather for him than it is for Topper. He palms his cock and adjusts his pants. "I'm so hard right now." Anything that involves impact play is usually more up Rafe's ally than anyone else's. He loves pain - Topper and you not so much.

"Aw," you tease him, giddy about how easy it is to rile up both of your boys. "Told you it was more for you than for him."

"You're making me sub way more than I want to," Rafe complains.

You start laughing, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm not making you do anything, Rafe. This is a free country."

"Mh," He pouts, grabs you around the waist and pulls you closer. Quietly, as if it pains him to say it out loud, he says, "Do that to me next time it's only the two of us?" He tips his forehead against yours and breathes in your scent.

You smile up at him, invading his space, kissing him affectionately on the lips. "Sure - although I think we could find a way to include Top."

Rafe pouts again, for real this time. "Please don't let him do the spanking, he's too soft."

You can't help but laugh. "Alright, I won’t. But right now we need an idea for him. What do you think is best to distract him from that evil witch?"

"Let's keep it simple," Rafe says with a shrug, "Top on his back, you sit on his face and I'll fuck him - and then we switch, you ride him or you use a strap-on, I don’t know, and I’ll have him blow me." Simple. Huh.

Now it is your turn to stare at him, your mouth dry, making it difficult to swallow. That sounds fantastic.

"Alright, then," you say as cool as humanly possible while you watch Rafe take his shirt off. "Do you want to lead today?" And he looks at you with wide eyes because your offer is a big deal to him.

With a shake of the head, he declines. "Nah, let's take him like we're used to." What you are used to is you as a domme, Rafe as a switch and Topper as a sub.

"You sure?" You ask.

He comes closer, cups your face with one hand and kisses you softly. "One hundred percent."

"What is one hundred percent?" Topper's voice comes from the bedroom door. His hair is wet now, styled half-heartedly to the side and he only put his trunks back on.

Rafe reaches out to him and coaxes him forward, "That we're gonna distract you ," he says softly as Topper steps closer. Rafe wraps one arm around him, pulling him close, and presses a soft kiss to Topper's forehead.

"Are you sure you want sex?" You ask carefully, just to make sure. "We could also do something else? Whatever you want."

Topper just shakes his head and looks up, eyes bright now with anticipation. "No, please, I really want to." So that's settled then.

"Alright then," Rafe says, a smirk forming on his lips. He looks at you expectantly and that is your cue.

"How about, you undress Rafe now that he really is in the mood for it?" You ask Topper, kissing his shoulder. Topper goes red immediately, clearly embarrassed by how he behaved earlier. You take off all of your clothes except for your panties while Topper undoes Rafe's belt and pulls down his pants and his underwear at the same time.

You order Rafe to sit on the bed, propped up against the headboard while you let your hands travel all over Topper's body. You kiss the nape of his neck, letting your teeth nibble over the skin there. It makes him gasp immediately. "Go and make Rafe feel good, get him hard," you whisper into Topper's ear demandingly and Topper obeys promptly. You follow him onto the bed and begin to kiss down his back as he begins to kiss Rafe's torso. He smells good, a mixture of freshly showered skin, his body wash and his personal smell that you fell in love with a long time ago.

You kiss down his back until you reach his tailbone. You give the skin there a lot of extra love, his tailbone being a not so secret sweet spot of his. At the same time, you pull down his trunks and guide him out of them. He is hard already.

You hear Rafe hiss as Topper takes him into his mouth for the first time tonight. "That's nice," you tell him, your eyes fixed on the expression of pleasure in Rafe's face, as you put lube on your fingers, "Get Rafe hard so that he can fuck you later." Topper moans at your words which in turn makes Rafe moan because of the vibrations around his cock. You love all of this so much. Everything is more fun when it is the three of you.

You watch mesmerized as your first finger enters Topper without a warning. It is so hot, you will never get used to this sight. Topper moans and immediately clenches around your finger, pulling his mouth off of Rafe with a gasp. "Feels good," he murmurs.

You smack him hard on his left buttock. He groans and rocks his hips backwards. "I didn't say you could stop sucking Rafe, did I?" You ask.

"No," he answers, "Sorry." And with that he swallows Rafe down again, almost making Rafe come on the spot.

"Jeez," Rafe swears, "You really mean it tonight." He brushes the still damp hair out of Topper's face and watches him fondly as Topper puts everything he has into this blow job.

"Keep his head right there," you tell Rafe as you start moving your finger. You twist and twirl it until you can feel Topper's knees shaking a little bit and the moans and gasps that come out despite the presence of Rafe's cock in his mouth are nothing but beautiful. You work in a second finger and continue stretching him.

Topper always stretches easily, his hole being used to it. It doesn't take long until three of your fingers fit easily and he is worked up enough.

You move forward on the bed and replace Rafe's hands on Topper's head with yours. "Look at you," you say softly to Topper, "Making Rafe hot all over. Making him sweat. Making him feel good. Like the good sub that you are." Topper moans at your praise and continues to work his mouth and hand over Rafe. You look up at Rafe shortly to see how worked up he is already. He could probably come right then and there if he didn't hold it together. Topper sure knows what your boyfriend likes.

You decide to make it a little harder for the two of them. "Fuck him, Rafe," you command and hold Topper's head steady so that Rafe could thrust his hips upwards. "Keep that mouth wide open, Top. If it gets too much, tab my hand." Rafe watches his dick slide in and out of Topper's mouth with each slow thrust of his hips, eyes wide with arousal.

"That is so hot," Rafe pants out.

"Someone wanted to get used, didn't he?" You ask seductively, "So, let's use him." And you continue to hold Topper steady, watching Rafe buck up his hips, listening to Topper gag every now and then. So hot.

Rafe stops thrusting upwards when he is close. Not wanting to come just yet, he stills his hips, panting heavily and gets up onto his knees. "Lay back," he tells Topper and gives him a little push.

With one swift motion, he has Topper flash on his back and Topper's legs up in the air, propped up against his shoulder. Topper can't do much but gasp, completely out of breath.

"No break for that filthy mouth of yours," you tell him as you lean over his face and kiss him seductively, holding his chin tight to assert control.

He moans obscenely when Rafe pushes three fingers into him. You watch mesmerized as they sink deeper into Topper. The muscles of Rafe's arm twitch which means that he must be working those fingers inside Topper's ass. "My fingers are different from Y/N's, hm?" He teases Topper and you almost get jealous as you suddenly crave having these fingers and their skills inside you.

Rafe then pulls a condom over with dick, lubes it up and pushes the tip of his dick inside Topper.

Topper groans and wiggles a little in discomfort but between the two of you, you manage to keep him still. You continue to kiss him and swallow most of the noises that would otherwise leave his mouth.

"You feel so good," Rafe praises him and continues to push in further.

"Do you hear that?" You whisper against Topper's lips, "You're making Rafe feel good."

"Yeah," Topper replies needily and tilts his hips so that Rafe can enter him more easily. He gasps against your lips when Rafe hits a certain spot deep inside of him.

"Such a good boy," you whisper softly before you continue to kiss him relentlessly, giving him as little time to breathe as possible.

Once Rafe is inside Topper entirely, he waits, giving Topper some time to adjust, breathing deeply as he has trouble keeping his hips still. You stop kissing Topper and straddle his chest, facing Rafe. "Tell Rafe how he is making you feel, Topper," you order, remembering how hot Rafe thought it was when Topper outright told you what he wanted from you tonight.

"So good," Topper pants, "I'm so full."

You reach out and touch Rafe's chest, letting your fingers brush over his torso, down his stomach, all the way to his crotch and back up again. You watch his muscles flex underneath your fingers. "Do you enjoy being full?" You ask and brush your fingers across Topper's cock while watching Rafe's face where his arousal is so openly on display.

"Yeah," Topper whispers as Rafe's fingers replace yours on his dick and Rafe starts to stroke him up and down the lengths of it.

"Do you like being touched like this?" You continue to ask and signal Rafe to start moving.

"Yes," Topper whimpers, "I do, it's the best thing in the world."

You grin at Rafe. "The best thing in the world?" You ask, your tone mocking now.

"Yes," Topper gasps as Rafe's hips pick up speed. "By far."

"Ah, Top," Rafe groans. He is slamming his hips into Topper but you know that it is Topper's words that arouse him so much.

"You enjoy hearing that?" You ask Rafe as you move backwards a little so that Topper can eat you out. He knows exactly what you want from him, bringing his hands to your thighs, his mouth immediately getting to work as soon as your vulva is close enough.

"Yeah," Rafe grunts, "So much."

You smile at him, a loving expression on your face as you bend over to kiss him. 

It is a mixture of moans and gasps in your bedroom for a little while and you just love it. It is so incredibly intimate. Taking the whole scene in, almost makes you come just like that. Topper's tongue is doing the rest. You are so riled up already. 

Rafe is incredibly close ever since he first started fucking Topper's mouth, he is panting against your lips, barely able to respond to your kisses. You make it more difficult for him by using one hand to hold his face close and the other to let your nails trail all over his body, leaving scratch marks behind. 

And Topper is getting fucked just like he likes it best, Rafe steadily fucking into him with hard, deep thrusts, his fist stroking Topper's dick, the rhythm of his fist mirroring that of his hips. He is eating you out well, but he is lucky that the frequent breaks, he has to take in between licking you, only add to your arousal.

“May I come?” Topper asks completely out of breath.

“You can come whenever you want,” you say and scratch his hard nipples with your nails. “But Rafe will keep fucking you until he comes himself, keep that in mind!”

Topper groans and you know that he wants to fight it, keep it in a little longer, but Rafe is playing dirty, pushing all his buttons, so Topper comes not even a minute after asking for permission. His whole body spasms with the force of his orgasm.

You give him a little break from eating you out until he regains control over himself to some extent, but then you decide to take matters into your own hands. You lift your hips higher up so that you can actually see Topper’s face. "Tongue out," you order and reach around to grab his hair, holding him steady as you first slide your pussy over his tongue, back and forth, and then push down onto his tongue, making it enter you as deep as it goes. "So good," you praise him as he gasps for breath. "So, so good." You do the same thing again, sliding your pussy back and forth in a rhythm that feels good, from your clit all the way to the entrance of your vagina. Your hand is tangled into his hair, keeping him there so that you can literally use him just as you wish until your orgasm washes over you.

“Oh thank god,” you hear Rafe whisper and you open your eyes to see him thrust into Topper a couple more times before he comes himself. 

When he comes down from his orgasm, you all collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily. You take a cloth from your nightstand and hand it to Rafe who cleans Topper and himself a little bit. When he is done, Topper snuggles up against Rafe’s chest almost immediately and Rafe lets him, closing his arms around him. 

You scooch a little closer, your fingers tracing patterns on Toppers back and Rafe’s arms.

“Did you wait until I came?” You ask Rafe. He looks at you over Topper’ head. 

“Yeah, I wanted you to come first,” he replies, his voice soft and low, fully sated. 

“That’s hot,” you say, voice impressed. "How are you?" You ask Topper, patting his shoulder so that he knows you’re addressing him. 

"Good," he whispers against Rafe’s chest, "Better, definitely."

You smile up at Rafe.

The three of you lie there for a little while, enjoying each other’s company, cuddling silently, until Rafe asks, "Ready for round two?"

Topper looks at him in surprise. "We wanted to hit the gym tomorrow morning."

“Yeah, but we’re not done with you quite yet,” you tell him and push his shoulder down so that he is lying on his back once more. 

"I'll reward you for every extra rep," Rafe wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

That sentence goes immediately to Topper's dick. "Alright, I'm in," he says.

A minute later, Topper finds himself on his back again, with you on top of him this time, riding his dick, while Rafe holds him down.

"I want to come twice before you are allowed to come again," you tell Topper as you fuck yourself on his dick. 

Topper groans, unsure of whether that is realistic, as he could probably come again already.

"Oh, is it too much?" You ask viciously and let your hands trail down his torso, "I could always ignore your dick," you let him slip out and sit down on one of his thighs, "and use one of your thighs instead." You begin to rub your pussy over his thigh, stimulating your clit. 

"No," Topper whines, "Please, I'll be good." 

You slide over his thigh faster. "You sure you can take it?" Your words are addressed at Topper but your gaze is fixed on Rafe who watches you in awe.

"Yes, I'm sure, I promise," Topper nearly shouts in his desperation.

"You better hold that promise," you say and let yourself sink down on his cock again. 

You reach behind, steadying yourself on his thighs as you begin to thoroughly ride him. He feels so good in you and the position hits just the right spots. You shamelessly rub your finger over your clit, stimulating as many nerves as possible, until you explode with an orgasm so intense, it takes you a while to come back to your senses.

When you open your eyes again, you look into two heavily aroused faces. 

You take in one last breath before you bend forwards. "That was the first one," you tell Topper. "It's not gonna get any easier from here. You love some good cockwarming, don’t you?" You tease and Topper's eyes get glassy with tears. 

That doesn’t stop you or makes you go any easier on him. Topper knows his safe words, he will use them if it ever gets too much. 

"You wanted to get used," you say, "Now this is us using you."

You remain sitting on his rock hard cock and tell Rafe to fuck his mouth again.

You are bent forward slightly to be able to hold Topper's face steady and watch for any clues of discomfort. You do it so often that each of you is used to it on the receiving end and practiced and careful at the giving end but you still like to make sure everyone is safe, especially in Topper's position right now, lying on his back with you on top of him. 

Plus, you love watching a throat bulge from a dick.

Rafe comes down Topper's throat raw and dirty and Topper swallows it so eagerly you almost feel bad for letting him wait until you come another time. Unfortunately for him, you never back down on what you say though.

You watch Rafe kissing Topper, probably tasting himself on Topper's tongue. You know how much he loves this.

"You did so well," you hear Rafe whisper praise against Topper's lips and Topper can't do anything but weakly smile at him, completely out of breath.

You brush over Topper's nipples to get his attention. He nearly flinches at the touch.

"Almost done," you say with a smirk. You decide against riding him again as he would probably not be able to make it until you reach another orgasm. 

Instead you lift yourself up a little and turn around so that you are sitting on Topper's lap with your back towards his face. When he slides in you again, he gasps for air so much that you know you made the right decision. Hopefully he will make it until you come again because he's so exhausted already that you really don’t want to punish him on top of that. Would it be fun anyway? Sure. 

You remain sitting on his lap and you spread your legs wide, his cock deep inside of you, as hard as ever.

"Come here," you say to Rafe. You're in desperate need to watch these fingers again. "Make me come," you tell Rafe and he doesn't have to be told twice, massaging your clit in a way that could make you squirt if you wanted. 

You watch his fingers the entire time, and you know by Rafe's smirk that he sees right through you. "My eyes are up here, gorgeous," he whispers and tilts your face up towards his to kiss you. 

"I know," you reply and kiss him back, "Not what I want to look at though." 

Rafe leans closer, probably to force you to look at him so he can watch your face while you come but you take the opportunity to work your mouth over his body. You mouth along his chest, lick his nipples which still overstimulates him a little since his last orgasm was a few minutes ago - but he loves it, so he lets you. Feeling encouraged, you use your teeth and nibble and bite at everything that comes in your way. 

It is when Rafe takes his own mouth to your neck, doing the same, that it is over for you. You come hard, breathing against Rafe’s neck, moaning shamelessly into his ear.

You give Rafe a soft thank you kiss before you finally turn your attention back to Topper for the last time today.

You order him to draw his legs up and hook your arms over them to manage to keep them as still as possible. 

"Finger him," you tell Rafe next and Topper's immediate loud whine is the prettiest noise you get to hear all night.  Once again you watch in awe as Rafe's fingers disappear inside Topper, making Topper pant and shout and tremble.

You kiss Rafe passionately as you grind your hips against Topper's dick and Rafe fingers him like there is no tomorrow. 

It doesn't take long before a hoarse voice behind you croaks, "May I come?"

He may. 

You stop grinding your hips, but simply clench around him while Rafe keeps fingering him and he comes with a cry. 

His cock twitches inside of you and you keep working him, massaging his balls, until he's all soft and sensitive and spent.

You remove Topper's condom for him, the poor guy absolutely boneless. 

The three of you lie intertwined in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, your breaths gradually returning to a tranquil rhythm. 

You rest your head on Topper's chest, while Rafe nestled against you from behind.

Fingers gently trace patterns on bare skin, expressing affection that words alone can not convey. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that goes far beyond physical intimacy.

Topper is the one to softly break the silence, his voice filled with appreciation, "That was incredible, thank you."

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I'm glad we've made you feel good."

"That is an understatement," Topper sighs happily.

Rafe kisses the top of your head and says, "I guess he would feel even better after round three."

You start laughing when Topper's head shoots up, looking at him incredulously. Rafe grants him a sly smile.

"Chill, Top," you laugh and pat his sides, "Rafe couldn’t go for another round right now."

Rafe protests immediately although he knows best you are right. He just loves to tease Topper.

"Be nice," you say and pinch his nipple for his trouble, "Or I'll make you go another round."

Rafe fake pouts. "Always so strict."

"Someone has to keep you in line and god knows that someone surely isn’t me," Topper mumbles and pulls you close. You chuckle at his words and drape one leg over his body.

"What are you doing?" Rafe asks, sitting up now two feet away from the two of you, "Cuddling without me?"

"You were being mean," Topper says playfully, "So, no more cuddles for you."

Rafe just scoffs and lays down on Topper's other side, nestling up against him, an arm thrown over the two of you. "I love you two so much," he mumbles against Topper's neck but you hear him just as well. 

"I love you two so much," Topper answers before you can say anything, pulling both of you closer now. "I would lose my mind without you."

"We're so good together," you say against his chest. 

[zhelin-thames]

Wrong Number texts #1

Danny: So then Skulker decides the best way to catch me is by building a giant robot suit. But he forgot to calibrate it for the Ghost Zone’s gravity, so it immediately toppled over and crushed his entire lair. Absolute genius, right?

Jason: I’m torn between laughing and feeling secondhand embarrassment for him. Do all your villains suck this much?

Danny: Hey, I don’t pick my rogues’ gallery. But yeah, most of them are either weird, incompetent, or trying way too hard. Vlad’s the only real threat, and that’s just because he cheats.

Jason: Billionaires always cheat. It’s in their DNA.

Masterpost

[batbux]

Tim: Bruce... I'm bisexual.

Bruce: ...

Bruce: ... I'll add it to your file.

--later--

Dick: You couldn't have been supportive of your pseudo child for ONCE in your life?

Bruce: What? What was I supposed to say. It wasn't relevant to the conversation.

Dick: I can't believe you! No, I can and that's WORSE.

--later still--

Dick: Hey, I heard about earlier.

Tim: Earlier?

Dick: When you came out to Bruce.

Tim: Oh, that. What about it?

Dick: I just wanted to say sorry about him, you know how he is. He supports you, and he loves-

Tim: Yikes, no. Dick, just no. He reacted exactly right. If he tried to get emotional I would have either killed him for being an imposter or killed myself to escape.

Tim: And besides, now I can tell people my sexuality is classified.