#billy is a good dad

[supercap2319]

Y/N finished putting on his father's leather jacket as Sam came into the room and smiled at her younger brother. "All set for your date with Ethan tonight?" He turned to look at her and smiled shyly. Yeah, just about. We're going to go see that new Stab movie that just came out and then for a burger."

Sam smirks. "Fair warning. Dad and Tara are downstairs with a camera and a lecture."

Y/N groaned. "Why a lecture? Dad acts like he never had dates before. From what Sidney Prescott told me, dad was a real fuckboy in high school."

"Thank you for that unflattering picture of our dad. I'll be downstairs." Sam left the room as Y/N looked at his phone. Ethan would be here in ten minutes. Better get this over with. He walked downstairs as Tara was taking pictures of him with her phone as she and Sam giggled. His father, Billy Loomis, gave him half a smile. "I was wondering where that jacket went. Here let me fix it." Y/N walked towards his father and he fixed the coat.

"First date with that Landry boy, eh? His brother's a real pussy." Billy said.

"Dad." Y/N warned.

"Kidding. Mostly. Anyways, tonight he'll try to put the moves on you and get into your pants. That's when you deck him in the balls like I taught your sister."

"Dad, I appreciate the advice, but Ethan's not like that. He's a nice guy." Y/N said.

"Nice guys finish last, Y/N." Billy told him.

"I know. Sidney Prescott told me that you did finish rather quickly." Y/N chuckles as his dad glares. "Wise ass."

"Besides, Ethan's a virgin just like me, so anything we do will be at our own pace and not rushed." The front doorbell rang as Tarah went to get it and found Ethan on the other side with flowers in his hands. "Hey, Tarah is Y/N–Wow."

When Ethan saw Y/N, he gasped a little at the leather jacket and nice looking jeans. He entered the house as he handed over the flowers. "Wow, you look amazing." Y/N blushed as he sniffed the flowers and smiled. "Thank you. A gentleman as always."

Billy cleared his throat. They turned to look at him. "Hello, Mr. Loomis. Sam."

"Hi, Ethan."

"Hello, son. Just so we're clear... There will be no funny business tonight. No sex or blowjobs or anything like that. Understand?"

Ethan nods. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy. Now, get both of you." He pushed them out the door.

[moonlightcycle571]

Captain Marvel being a Girl Dad (Raven)

Captain Marvel should have a mentor/dad brotherly relationship with Raven, Zatanna and any of the Wonder fam. In this Essay, I will-

Actually I will. Starting off with Raven.

She deserves a magic mentor and non evil father figure in her life. Swoops in Cap who offers to transfer Trigon to the Rock of Eternity / the Monster Lands, both able to hold Trigon his end of demonic life.

Are you telling me Raven would see this happy Pitbull of a man and not get attached? Are you also telling me Billy wouldn’t jump at the chance to show her the Rock? Lend her books from the Library of the Rock, which might as well be the magical Library of Alexandria, at the first hint of interest?

Although Billy would see it as having friend to talk about his special interest (magic) and sharing it with them. Raven sees is as a new mentor figure.

Captain: And this book is one of my absolute favourites (it’s a book given to a past champion and remembers it like it’s his own)

Raven: Thanks Dad

Captain, is used to people calling him dad (dad Marvel au): anytime 😁😁😁

Raven, inwardly: this confirms it, I have a new dad 🥳

which I’m pretty sure would have this

Captain, noticing a really good book but it’s in a forgotten language: do you want me to read this book to you?

Raven, who never had a bed time story in her life: I’m winning

Also this

Captain: oh no, I lost my (league communication device) phone

Raven, unashamed: sure

Phone rings: Dad, you’re my Dad! Wookie Wookie Wookie

The rest of the Titans:

Raven: smug

Captain: Thanks :)

If Billy gets an apartment from his Whiz Job, with a hidden portal he made to the Rock and it has spare rooms so he gives one to Raven, that’s their business

Dad Marvel AU: everyone fighting on who’s the favourite child

Raven: well at least I get to live with him

Everyone: …

Raven: And he reads to me, and cooks for me AND helps me with my extracurricular (magic training)

Everyone: *definetely not crying*

Bonus:

Beast Boy is like a son-in-law that turns son figure. Or is he a son figure turned son-in-law?

Beast Boy: I can turn into a tiger

Marvel: Welcome to the family

Beast Boy:

Beast Boy, tearing up: happy to be here

If this is before or after he started dating Raven, that’s up to you.

Bonus 2:

Captain Marvel and Raven meditating next to a magic waterfall cause Billy knew a good spot to help relax

Random explorer, who was searching for said waterfall for years cause it’s rumoured to have magic properties: I-

Takes a picture and captions “tracked down a site for seven months, took 3 months to find location and one more to get to it. This is what I fuckin find.” #Capesknowtoomuch #pleaseshareinfirmation and #gatekeepingisntheroic

The post went viral. #BigRedCheese&GothDaughter

[puppetwoman17]

Let’s talk about what aging would do to Billy’s perception of how he’s acting toward other heroes when he’s taking care of them(yes this is dad Marvel I’m feeding yall today).

When Billy was younger, he just wanted to help. Of course, that doesn’t alter anyone’s perception of Cap as a dad figure, but Billy wasn’t actively trying to take care OF them. All he’s doing is trying to be a helping hand. Someone to listen to others when they just need a good vent.

In his perspective, all he’s doing is being a good friend. Not a mentor, or an older brother, or anything akin to that. Of course, that doesn’t make a difference for younger heroes(or, heroes who perceive themselves as younger than Cap). Or even for some of his League coworkers. Because all of that care is coming from someone who they don’t really know the age of.

He could be in his thirties, or he could be thousands of years old, or he could even be just eleven, manifesting out of pure magic, and with that wisdom.

It’s only as Billy grows older, I’m thinking somewhere between high school junior-college freshman, that he actively starts thinking of himself as that mentor figure. Or, he starts thinking of what he DOES to heroes as being a mentor/older brother figure.

And once he feels more comfortable leaning into that, that’s when he starts reciprocating the affection given to him. I’m talking him saying “I’m proud of you” with that fatherly tone. Him deciding to give hugs instead of others always having to ask(ofc he asks first, our boy cares about consent). And yes, him going as a substitute for parent teacher conferences.

For Billy, it’s always been about being a better parental figure than the many adults who let him down. It’s about learning the dos from his parents and the don’ts from Ebenezer.

Now all the “best dad/brother” mugs make so much sense. Raven following him sometimes. Clark asking for advice on how to handle Jon and rekindle things with Kon. Tbh he feels kind of stupid for not realizing how people thought of him sooner.

Of course, this only amplifies his refusal to reveal his identity. Sheesh, he was gonna introduce himself on Christmas, but what would they all think now?

It’s a complicated thought process of “They deserve to know if I have such an important place in their lives” and “but what if I lose all that respect and relationship?” and “but that would be selfish of me to want to keep that.”

The thought that they might still accept and love him never crosses his mind because no matter how self aware he gets, Billy will always be clueless when it comes to how people perceive him(aka yes, Billy, you are lovable—No, Billy, no one is using you for money, you don’t have that).

[phoenixtakaramono]

God, William “Billy” Butcher knowing his way around the kitchen is hot and attractive af, and baking cookies for Ryan is cute sh*te. Good job, The Boys (TV) for this visual treat

The Boys S04E03

[buckysgrace]

Hi. You’re amazing!

Do you ever write fluff? Like if you found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby and at first he’s upset and doesn’t want anything to do with you but after you have the baby ( a little boy with blonde curls like Billy) he gets all emotional and wants to desperately be a better father than his dad was to him 😭

Hello! Thank you so much <3 I absolutely will write fluff!

CW: Mentions of abortion, mentions of child abuse, lots of Billy being scared and a lil mean.

Billy's son is also referenced as having blonde curls and his nose, but the rest is ambiguous!

He was scared.

Billy honestly didn't know what he was going to do. There had been many arguments with you about it, but you seemed fairly determined. You were going to have this baby, whether he wanted to be a part of the baby's life or not.

It wasn't necessarily that he didn't want to be involved, but he could feel a crushing fear spreading through him every time he thought about being a dad.

His relationship with his own dad was strained. Things weren’t the best between them. He never really had a positive father figure, someone that showed him how to stay calm even when he was frustrated. The last thing he wanted was to end up snapping at his own child.

He couldn’t be a dad.

“Not mine,” He said once you showed up with the ultrasound, the bloodwork and everything. Denial was all he could think about, all he could process. He couldn’t fuck up your life and this child’s life if he wasn’t involved. It was that simple, “I didn’t knock you up.” 

“Uh huh,” Was your dry answer, your eyes looking less than amused, “Do you want a paternity test then, William?” Came your snarky response, because you both knew the truth. This baby was his, there was no doubt in Billy’s mind about that. And it terrified him. 

“Don’t call me that.” He said as he pushed his hair off of his forehead, feeling sick as it continued to wash over him. He was going to be a dad. He was going to end up just like Neil. 

“Then don’t act like you weren’t a part of this.” You said, looking just as fearful as what he felt. He sat down on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot rapidly as he thought about how good a smoke sounded right now. He’d need a lot more to make him relax. 

“It’s still early, right?” He questioned at last, turning his attention back to you. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed tightly together and then relaxed again. Your eyes softened, telling him what he already knew. 

“I’m not getting an abortion,” You said at last, “I’ve made up my mind. You can make your decision, but I’m not letting you walk in and out of our lives whenever you see fit. You can be a part of this baby's life or we can end this. Whatever you prefer.” You were gentle with him, setting out the options softly like you always did. You understood him better than anyone else, made him feel safe. It made him sick to think about how he was hurting the one person he really cared about. 

“Can I think about it?” He asked at last, feeling like there wasn’t anything else to do. He didn’t have an answer yet and he didn’t want to end up saying the wrong thing. He was growing angry at himself. He could only imagine what Neil would say once he found out. 

“Yeah,” You replied gently, eyes softening as you nodded your head, “But I can’t wait forever. I need to know your answer soon.” Your voice slightly wavered but he looked away, not wanting to see you so upset. 

“Yeah,” He responded as he nodded his head and placed his fingers tightly together, “I’ll let you know.” He said at last, staying put until you left. Everything was falling apart, breaking down around him. He couldn’t deal with it right now. 

Ignoring you was harder than he’d thought it would be. He looked for you everywhere he went, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. That was his own fault regardless. He’d made up his mind. It would be easier this way.

Yet, when the invitation for your baby shower arrived in his mail he felt his walls caving in. They crashed into him, making him break down as he stared at your handwritten notes on the card. He could tell just by reading it that you were excited, not afraid. He wished he could be more like you. 

In the end, he decided to go. He needed closure, as he was sure you needed to. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to stand living in the same town as you, knowing that his child would never know him. Somehow, that made him feel even worse.

He felt lonely as the months drew on. He had no one to confide in for his problems; especially Neil and Susan. He didn’t know what to say when they questioned about your disappearance and he felt even more at a loss when they asked him if you were pregnant. A shrug of his shoulders was his answer. He really didn’t know. 

The walk up towards the little gymnasium felt odd, like he didn’t quite belong as he stared at the little balloons and elephant decorations that were spotted throughout the room. There were familiar faces; your friends and family. Some other people that weren’t quite as well known. He still felt awkward, like everyone knew that he was the one who had knocked you up and ran. 

“Hey,” You drew out as you approached him, your palm flat against the bump in front of you, “I didn’t think you’d be here.” You said slowly, literally glowing as you stood in front of him. You had a sundress on, your cheeks were warm and forehead a little sweaty. He wondered if it was from the baby. 

“I didn’t think I’d come either.” He admitted at last, hating how horrible that sounded. He just felt like he was in a rut, buried deep inside of a hole with no real way of coming out. You were like sunshine through the dirt, warming his skin as he watched you. 

“What does this mean?” You asked him at last, tilting your head as your eyes softened over his features. He wished that he had a real answer for you, to tell you how he felt. He was in love with you; deeply. He just didn’t want to hurt you either. It was complicated. 

“I really don’t know yet,” He mumbled, “It just felt right.” He decided on, unable to tell you just how much he missed you. He was nearly desperate enough to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He would if you pushed him hard enough. 

“Billy,” You drew out in exasperation, “I can’t have you doing this, being so wishy-washy. What do you want?” You asked him seriously, looking like you were close to cracking too. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to hold you. He needed to apologize. 

“I just want to be better,” He replied slowly, “I want to be here. For you and for-,” He stalled for a moment as he looked down at your baby bump, feeling like he was at a loss once again. He wasn’t sure if you wanted him in his life or not. 

“Him,” You said quickly, “We’re having a little boy.” Your eyes were glazed over in tears, your lips pulling into the tightest smile. You were clearly emotional, making him feel awful as he reached his hand forward. Your fingers met slowly, molding against one another. He felt sparks traveling up his arms, leaving him resentful of the past few months he’d wasted. 

“That’s-, that’s good,” He answered after he cleared his throat. He was already scared to be a dad, but to have a son? He feared that even more. He was sure he was following directly into Neil’s shows, “Have you decided on a name?”

“I kind of like Cash,” You stated as you rubbed at your belly, “Just feels right. C’mon, you can open the presents with me.” You explained as you tugged him along, leaving him a little jittery. He thought about pulling out a cigarette, but figured it wasn’t the right place to do it.

He felt a little lost but slowly grew more and more keen on what was happening. It was still a lot to process, but it felt right being there by your side. You were clearly excited despite everything that had happened. He was grateful that you were so open, that you didn’t hold a grudge against him.

“Where are you living at?” He asked instead, curious as to whether your living situation had changed or not. You were still living at home the last time he checked. He was slightly nervous, wondering if someone else had slipped into his spot. 

“Still with my parents,” You admitted as you shrugged your shoulders, “They were upset, but they’ve come around.” Your lips were pulled into a smile, looking less than worried. Apparently things had been fairly well for you.

“They probably hate me.” He said a moment later, sure that it was true. He couldn’t see how they wouldn’t. He had practically left you. You snapped your eyes up towards him. 

“Hate is a strong word,” You told him quickly, “But yeah, they’re not the happiest. Especially dad.” You explained slowly as you continued to rub at your baby bump. 

“Great,” He mumbled as he placed his hands in his pockets, “I’m really sorry.” He breathed out slowly, knowing his apology was more important than everything else. He meant it too. He shouldn’t have pushed you away. 

“You just disappeared,” You started slowly, “I thought you were gone.” Your voice was soft, full of hurt and distress. He felt his throat tightening, burning as he thought about how much he missed you. He was a fool to ever stray away from you, to leave you on your own. 

“I thought about it,” He told you honestly, knowing there was no point in lying, “I don’t want to be like my dad.” He replied at last, getting down to the root of the issue. He didn’t want to accidentally lash out at you or at your future child. He never wanted that for him. It would be better to be alone. 

“You won’t,” You told him quickly, sternly as he exhaled deeply, “You’re not like your dad. I promise you.” You cupped his face softly, your hands smooth and gentle against his skin. He leaned against you, craving the feeling. 

“What if I lose control?” He asked at last as he drew his eyes over your features, taking in the way you were watching him. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your fingers across his skin. You looked deep in thought as you pressed your nails gently against his stubble. 

“You never did that at your swimming classes,” You reminded him, “You should come stay with me. Move in. It would be good for our baby.” You moved your hands to his neck, then to his shoulder and down to his hands. You gripped them slowly, pressing them against your growing tummy.

He stalled for the longest time, blinking slowly as he felt like the world was freezing around him. Underneath your skin he could feel your baby moving. He gulped, eyes wide as he felt the smallest smile curling against his lips. He exhaled deeply as he looked towards you again. 

“I don’t know.” He replied nervously as he felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking that it would be easier. He’d be closer for you, for the baby. If he was really going to do this, he needed to be near you. 

“You don’t have to marry me or anything,” You started, “Or be with me if that’s what you want.” You said sheepishly, looking embarrassed as you quickly looked away. He felt his heart shatter a bit again, worried that he had truly hurt you. 

“You have someone else?” He asked at last, worried that you had moved on. He had done wrong, but he really did love you. You were the only one he was passionate about. He wasn’t sure how to move on if you had found someone else. 

“No,” You responded with a smile, “But I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with us.” You nodded your head, but looked like that was hard to admit. He didn’t want you to be alone. Not anymore. 

“You make me happy,” He said at last, “We’ll work this out. I promise.” He said as he brought your hand up to his lips, savoring the feeling of your skin against his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling very regretful. He wouldn’t lose you again. 

When he returned home he felt odd, but not like he had in the past few months. He didn’t drink away his feelings, or drown his anger out with music. Instead, he worked on packing. He wasn’t going to be like Neil; not at all. He was going to be there for you. He was going to be there for his son. No matter how scared he was. He couldn’t let either of you down. 

“Where are you going?” Neil’s voice made him jump, surprising him as he paused with the article of clothing in his hands. He turned slowly, looking at the way Neil was leaning against the door frame. He had his hands crossed tightly over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. His features were stoic, like he was deciding whether he should be angry or not. 

“I’m moving out,” He said as he turned away, shoving the clothes back into his bag, “I uh, found a place.” Billy replied slowly as he finished zipping up his bag. He wondered how much he’d really be able to take with him. Probably not much if his dad got angry. 

“You moving in with that bitch?” Neil tilted his head up as he spoke, like he was trying to make himself taller. His eyes were sharp, cold as his gaze cut into Billy. He felt sick as he gulped harshly, trying to keep his tone at bay. 

“Don’t call her that.” Billy responded hotly, feeling defensive of you. You weren’t anything like that and you were letting him back into your life; just like that. You were everything and more to him and he wasn’t going to let Neil speak ill of you. 

“Is the kid yours or some little bastard?” His lip curled up in disgust as he spoke, his features filling with disappointment. Billy didn’t care. He was going to be happy with you. He wouldn’t be like Neil. Not ever. 

“Mine,” He said roughly, “And don’t you ever call him that.” He snatched up his bag, taking his few items with him as he moved forward. Neil scoffed as he shook his head, irritated as Billy pushed forward.

“She’s going to ruin your life,” He grumbled as he gripped Billy’s shoulder, holding him in place for a moment, “And don’t even think about crawling back. I won’t have you.” He said threateningly, like he might change Billy’s mind.

“I won’t come back.” Billy promised, stern with his answer as he walked past him. He wouldn’t let his son suffer the same way he had. They both deserved better than this. 

The rest of the months passed breezily, making him come to terms a little easier as your due date approached. He had done a lot of ass kissing, pleading and groveling until he got back on your good side. He brought you flowers every day, rubbed your feet after work and gave you plenty of kisses.

You complained about how you looked as the final weeks approached, but he thought that you looked beautiful. Stunning. In his opinion, you were glowing. He loved rubbing your tummy too, feeling like he got a deeper connection that way.

Your labor was messy, a little chaotic. Billy was terrified something would go wrong, but stayed close to you regardless. By the end of it, his hand was numb and his wrist aching from how tightly he’d been gripping you.

“Look at him,” You breathed out as you held the little boy in your arms, “He’s so cute.” You sniffled, looking like you were seconds away from breaking down again.

He stared and stared, memorizing his son's features as he came to terms that he was a father. He had a little boy, someone to take care of. He looked so fragile, so tiny. It made him nervous. He was fearful that he’d accidentally hurt him by holding him wrong, or by dropping him. He wasn’t sure how his rough hands were supposed to hold something so soft. 

"Billy," You breathed out quietly, making his throat grow raw as he stared down at the little boy. Soft blonde curls and the same sloped nose he had. Everything else about the little boy reminded him of you, "Are you crying?" You asked gently, making him feel even more emotional as he shook his head. 

“No,” He said hoarsely, doing everything in his power to keep from breaking down, “S’just a lot.” He mumbled as he wiped at his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose as he tried to calm himself down. His hands were shaking, his heart thumping roughly inside of his chest. 

“I know,” You replied softly as you sat up a bit, gesturing the bundle in your arms towards him, “C’mon. You’ll feel better.” You reassured him, but he still felt hesitant. He pressed his fingertips together before he nodded, accepting the little baby from you.

Names hadn’t quite been figured out yet, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He looked healthy, his cheeks full and fists clenched together as he stretched his arms out. Billy felt a small chuckle leave his neck, fighting over the sob that was threatening to burst free.

He suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been so nervous, or scared. As his son curled against his arms it felt natural, like he already knew what he was doing. He savored the warmth, the way the little baby cooed as he adjusted him in his arms. Everything felt right suddenly.

“I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you,” He promised as he kissed his little head, sighing deeply as he snuggled his little son towards him, “Not ever. I promise.” 

[actuel-idiot]

I love stories where Billy and Danny faked a relationship and I always saw Billy as ace: Billy adopts Connor and always pretends to date Danny. Connor has two strange parents, physically younger and super powerful.

Connor thinks he saw Danny cheating on his father and he tells Billy. This is how he discovers the lie.

[liverralonee]

LMAO i love how stu is literally bleeding out and crying about the cops being killed and his parents who are gonna be mad at him but the moment he realizes sidney most likely killed his boyfriend best friend he’s like 😡😡😡

he wasn’t calm in any way but dude was crying and bleeding out and shit and he realizes billy’s probably dead and dude gets up just to kill sidney for that

he’s not even the type of person to be angry for most of act 3 he’s just excited and i guess kinda angry when he lowkey gets mad at billy but i don’t know?!?!?!??

[puppetmaster13u]

Y’know, there’s a bunch of Billy adopted by Danny Phantom stories and prompts. But what if instead he was adopted by reformed Dan Phantom. 

Give him a dad who is trying his best not to murder but Billy is making it very hard not to at least commit a few crimes. It’s just a few, right? It couldn’t be that bad, but he is trying this whole self-restraint thing.  He hasn’t failed. Yet. 

[saturdaynightfrightclub]

DC’s penchant for creating characters with black hair and blue eyes presents a really funny opportunity. Especially when so many of said characters being of similar ages to Bruce’s children.

I think a lot of them have been mistaken as actually being Bruce’s kids by tabloids.

I like to think it started with Donna Troy. Who would hang out around a young Dick Grayson-Wayne. Would hang out with young Dickie Wayne a lot. To the point that the paparazzi took notice, and started to speculate on the nature of their relationship.

Which abruptly ended when an overzealous reporter confronted the pair as they left a movie demanding info on the nature of their relationship and when they had started dating.

To which Donna had laughed and waved them off saying: “Dick is my brother!”

English was not Donna Troy’s first language. She didn’t realize that by omitting the word like (as in: Dick is like my brother) she had caused a media uproar. Because everyone knew that Dick Grayson was Brucie Wayne’s son, his little boy. But the insinuation that he had two children?

They take one look at this tall, gorgeous young woman with black hair and blue eyes. And then look at the young boy beside her, also with black hair and blue eyes. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe that Bruce had adopted two children who bore passing resemblance to him, if not fathered the pair himself.

It was Outrageous. It was Insane. It was Deliciously juicy gossip.

(Dick could have corrected them. But he actually thought Bruce trying to explain away another kid to be really, really funny.)

The papers go crazy for the idea of Bruce Wayne: Family man and suddenly all anyone wants to interview him about is his two kids! Donna and Dick!

Bruce had expected this, having been aware of Donna’s slip-up. But he didn’t refute it, because it really was a bit funny. Instead he spouts off proudly about his two kids, relaying stories of Donna growing up (which he had originally heard from Diana). It’s harmless, something to feed the papers and expand upon his Brucie Wayne persona.

After all, it’s not like he actually intends to adopt any children besides Dick.

But. . . Then there’s Jason. With his dark curls and big blue eyes who talk at length about how cool his “big sister” is. And never mentions his “big brother” except to pout at the mention of Dick Grayson’s name.

And for a while Bruce is believed to have three children.

Except after Jason, there’s Tim Drake.

Tim, who (having sustained a serious concussion) one day panicked and proclaimed a confused Conner Kent as his brother. Upping Bruce’s supposed children count to five.

Later he offhandedly mentions a Billy and Freddie. The media goes nuts with the notion that Bruce has two more sons hidden away somewhere. Seven children, six boys and one girl.

The papers sympathize with Donna’s apparent status as eldest and only daughter of Bruce Wayne.

This doesn’t last long, as soon afterwards Bruce is introducing his daughter Cassandra to the public. Shes often seen with a blonde young woman who goes by Stephanie, and the pair have tabloids speculating that Bruce has branched away from his obsession with adopting blue eyed, black haired children.

Years after that, there’s yet another young boy. With browned skin and green eyes, he looks exactly like a young Bruce Wayne with different colors. Another child to Bruce’s family. And after that, there’s Duke Thomas joining the fray.

And then one day a reporter stops a pair of boys outside of school one day and asks Damian Wayne about his friend, one Jon Kent. Wanting a story about how the children of the elite differ in terms of making friends from “normal” children. Damian scoffs at the question and asks the reporter if he’s so incompetent he can’t recognize both of Bruce Wayne’s sons.

The media goes nuts for this.

Bruce Wayne; single father to twelve kids.

Lois laughs so hard she cries that Christmas, when she opens a card from the Waynes that prominently features Bruce surrounded by not just his own children, but her brother-in-law, Connor, and her son Jon. Clark complains that Bruce is stealing his kids.

Diana frames the card. It really is a good picture, and Donna looks amazing.

[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s beathing could be felt on your chest.

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[harringroveera]

Robin: So how’s fatherhood treating you?

Steve: Good. I didn’t expect this much crying, though

Robin: Don’t worry, it’s normal for babies

Steve: Nah. The baby is fine. I was talking about Billy

Billy, sobbing from the nursery: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Okay but now I feel compelled to wonder, in that fun AU of CC and Marilyn being Captain and Mary Marvel, what their lives as heroes would be like

Like, villains are the same for the most part with probable lack of antagonism with Sivana, he’s the dude who hired them for the dog in the first place with the public intent of a historical attraction at a park and on the side of the bus he’s campaigning for mayor. Other than that, villains seem to be the same from the brief moments we see.

They stay out of the limelight, they prioritize keeping their identities hidden for the sake of Billy and Mary’s saftey and childhoods, and they take their duties seriously.

But what’s tingling at the brain right now is how they’d interact with the rest of the world of DC, heroes and teams and whatnot, outside of Fawcett and the menagerie of characters there. We know CC accidentally stumbled onto some daring scene with Spy Smasher and the bunch (no joke, time was funky in Fawcett and CC was alive at that time) but I’d love to see him with other heroes

Like, say he fills the normal roles in comics Billy would’ve, joins JLI and, like his son, tries calling the other heroes out for acting like bigger juveniles than his actual kids and ditches bc apparently the people who save the world on the regular cant not try and fist fight the other every few hours. He’s on and off some team, focusing on his city and his family more and more, pops in for bigger fights when they occur but is mostly hometown based and handles his own issues.

Of newer stuff, I turn to YJ’s tv show for another idea. Aka, CC also being a chaperone for the Team at the same time Billy comes in but with a twist, turns out his kids have a percolation for magic and have been getting the hang of some spells so they’re joining the Team too while CC is on chaperone duty. So leads Billy and Mary’s attempt at a slow entrance into heroism that immediately backfires when they get captured, cue heartwarming scene of dad hugging his kids after a dangerous situation that follows him tearing the base apart looking for them. True dad fashion and all that. What becomes complicated is the World Without Grown Ups plot, in which I say have Billy and his had pre-the plot agree that Billy can have Shazam powers for super big emergencies and Billy definitely counts all adults disappearing as an emergency. Cue once more the fun father son bonding of Billy looking just like his old man with Shazam powers.

Onto Marilyn, who unfortunately doesn’t seem to have more beyond “clever” and “good mom” from comics, but she’s got her hutzpah and would probably be as active a hero as CC while still prioritizing her life and family over heroism. The whole Shazam thing is definitely more a job than it is what kind of person she is, she’s an archeologist and likes that profession more than she likes worrying about everyone else. She’s definitely more no nonsense and, if there’s a difference, she’d probably prefer the more grounded crime fighting than the mystical shenanigans CC would do in her stead. Billy and Mary end up closer to her in quality time since that focus of crime fighting keeps her grounded.

Also, the general vibes of the Captain Marvel tropes. Such as the identity shenanigans.

It is a fun thing of fanfic that, since his civilian identity is very vulnerable and people like their identity plots, Billy has his questioned or revealed a lot. Add in CC as Marvel instead and it flips a bit to be a man who is well known in his home city whose entire family, non-powered children included, could easily become targets if anyone knew who he was. And he’s deliberately secretive about it for that purpose, he’s protecting his children with his wife. So, perspective, there’s a new hero who comes in with a hero partner who is also their life partner. They have the power of actual gods and titans, they don’t explain anything past some nebulous Wizard they can’t name as to how they got their powers, they are very hush-hush on their normal lives but everyone knows they have to have one. It’s hard to contact them, you don’t know they’re working or traveling or with their kids because you don’t know they do work or that they have kids, so you worry what they’re up to for what seems to be every hour they aren’t begrudgingly saving the world with the rest of the heroes. You catch them talking to the other but the minute they hear you they clam up and change everything about how they were just a second ago, you could swear they were talking about digs or gods or bringing someone home but you don’t know anything because you don’t know them.

Cue the mistrust, the reveals, how it all goes wrong and someone gets hurt, be it the other when they don’t have their powers or their kids and suddenly you’ve pissed off the man who loves his family so much he was tearing the multiverse open to try and keep the timeline going where they were all alive and happy together and the woman who loves those kids just as much. Or, say that reveal had villains get both of the Batsons, and now those heroes have to look those orphans in the eye and beg forgiveness, and when fate still demands its heroes out comes two new ones that make it seem like the whole Batson sham was fake and no way Marilyn and CC were the Marvels, the marvels are still flying around after they’ve gone and gotten dead and buried. Cue those heroes looking at the new Captain and Mary Marvel, knowing it’s the kids they accidentally made orphans wearing the faces of the friends they betrayed.

[cerealboxlore]

you know those posts where cap’s seen as a dad figure? what if one of the reasons why the other superheroes think that way is because when league members bring up there kids or need cap to cover for them when their kids need them cap is just super understanding, empathetic and gets oddly proud of them for being with there for their kids

the actual reason why he’s like that is because billy just really values those things as an orphan and is proud to work with such great people

Whenever someone mentions or even breathes the implication of Cap being mistaken as a dad or seen as a father figure, I lose my marbles, because, oh cheese and crackers, I just can't express enough how much I adore this headcanon! I'm doin' a little happy dance :D

Billy Batson is someone who has always yearned and wished to be a part of a family again since his experience was cut short due to tragedy and made sour thanks to his uncle Ebeneezer being crusty dusty, so it's easy to see him respecting those who appreciate the family they have. He had to grow up and mature far faster than any kid his age, and compared to most adults, Billy is actually more mature and responsible than they are, unfortunately. It's reasonable to see that this would be reflected in Captain Marvel; someone who's immature at times, but ultimately a good-natured person with a golden heart and good intentions, who others can depend on anytime and anywhere (much to the sacrifice of his personal life).

Billy has been in enough foster homes at a young age to know the difference between a good parent and a rotten one, so seeing members of the league prioritize their family members and kids would make him really happy. He's the type to take on any shift or mission in the place of another member if they had something important to do with their family. What you said about him being very proud and empathetic towards parents in the league made me realize that Billy would have loved to have parents like them had his own not perished. In a way, he's not just proud of them, but a little bit envious.

This also brings up another headcanon of mine, where Captain Marvel is the unofficial designated babysitter of the league when emergencies come up. Because despite not knowing who he is/his secret identity, people trust him enough to let him know theirs. Like, it all starts with the Captain in the watchtower break room drinking apple juice, and is suddenly bombarded with a group of children or sidekicks being thrown at him by the other heroes, saying that the Captain was in charge while they were away before teleporting away.

All these kids and teenagers that he suddenly has to help look after, and while Captain Marvel is calm on the outside, Billy Batson is freaking out on the inside. Some of those kids are older than he is, and there's some hilarity to it. Shenanigans ensue in the Captain Marvel: Adventures in Babysitting day, but it all turns out okay in the end. As a kid, Billy would know how to talk to them and keep them busy with fun/educational stuff. Might even teach them a thing or two about good morals, manners, archeology, or ancient magic stuff.

I imagine some of those kids would want to be babysat by him again, and Billy would welcome it (with warning ahead of time). Captain Marvel is just someone people like being around with his good dad vibes. Some of them even ask if he has kids of his own, but are met with an empty room immediately as the man zooms off whenever people ask him questions about family.

Gosh I went rambling again, but I loved this ask!

[puppetwoman17]

I love how we’ve collectively agreed that Billy would be the best dad ever. Like, sure, we want our boy to be able to grow up like a kid. He already has so much responsibility; making him responsible for another living being might make that harder.

But also he would be a great dad. The best. 10/10. Forget him being adopted. Let all the heroes come to HIM instead.

[buckysgrace]

Hopscotch and the Blind Date

Closer to My Heart Single dad!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Your blind date turns out to be someone you're very familiar with.

CW: Snarky comments, spitting, some spanking, light degradation, unprotected p n v sex

“You jump forward like this first,” Billy instructed, watching as Theo got confused once again, “And then you kick your legs out like this.” He took another step back, watching as Theo stuck his tongue out in concentration.

He took one large hop forward, landing wobbly on his one foot before he held his hands out to balance himself. He took a deep breath, little nose scrunching up before he prepared his next hop.

He collapsed once again, landing awkwardly on his bottom as a huff left his lips as his little legs lay stretched out in front of him.

“Good try,” Billy chuckled as he knelt down next to him, holding onto his sides before he lifted him onto his feet again, “You did better this time.” He told him truthfully. He was getting the hang of it, his balance just wasn’t quite there yet. 

“It’s hard,” Theo whined as he dropped his head into the crook of Billy’s neck, “Dis sucks.” He proclaimed, making him laugh as he carried him back to the starting square. He balanced him on his hip, pointing out how his feet moved as he began to jump through the squares.

Theo giggled loudly, gripping a hold of his shirt tightly as he did his best to watch how Billys feet were moving. He chuckled and gave him a little bounce at the end, figuring they could work on it more tomorrow.

“Great.” He mumbled, sighing underneath his breath as he spotted Tommy heading in his direction. He’d been ignoring his calls, hoping that he would forget about the whole thing. 

“So,” Tommy’s grin fell as he approached, “You’re wearing that?” He stopped shortly, roughly as he stared at Billy. He glanced down at himself, looking at his jeans and shirt. They were slightly worn, but it was still nice. 

“What’s wrong with this?” He asked seriously, accepting the help as Theo pushed his hair out from his shirt. Tommy scoffed as he gestured to all of him. 

“You’re all sweaty,” He stated as he shook his head, “It won’t work. Not for where you’re going.” He mumbled as he walked up the steps, pausing for a second before Billy dragged his feet as he followed him.

“And where am I going?” He asked for clarification, gripping onto Theo as they walked up the stairs to their apartment. The smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the stairway, bitter enough to make the toddler squeeze his nose shut every time they entered it.

“Somewhere nice.” Tommy added, grinning up at him with mischief as Billy unlocked the door and popped it open. He gave Theo a big bounce before he slowly lowered him to the floor, smiling at the giggles that he let out. 

“Nowhere fancy.” Billy warned as he looked back at Tommy, grumbling as he thought about what he was going to get forced into. As of today he’d never been in a tux and he certainly wasn’t starting now. 

“Not dressed like that.” Tommy scoffed as he smacked his palm against Billy’s shoulder and shoved him forward. He rolled his eyes, following him into the room as he began to tear through his closet. Theo followed behind curiously, blue eyes twinkling as he helped Tommy come to a conclusion on what he should be forced into.

“Do you have to go?” Theo pouted his lips out as he held onto Billy’s leg, sighing deeply as he rested his cheek against the slacks that they had somehow found buried underneath all of his jeans and shorts. 

“No,” He said seriously, “Do you want me to stay? I’ll stay.” He picked him up, feeling like their minds were already made as he threw his arms around his shoulders. They were staying in. This was a dumb idea anyways.

“No, no, no,” Tommy shook his head as he took Theo’s hand, “He needs to go. Do you want your dad to end up with like thirty cats?” He asked seriously, watching as Theo thought about it. 

“Yes.” He said with a nod of his head, grinning at the thought. In his defense, he really liked cats. 

“Okay,” He paused for a moment, “You’re not helping.” He sighed in exasperation, resting his hands on his hips as he turned his gaze towards Billy. 

“You heard him,” Billy shrugged his shoulders, “He doesn’t want me to go.” He said as he kissed Theo’s cheek once again. His opinion came first, before any of his friends. 

“You’re just looking for an excuse,” Tommy pointed at him roughly, “C’mon, Theo. It would make your dad happy.” He pressed his palms together, pleading softly as Theo’s expression relaxed. 

“Weally?” He asked as he looked back at Billy, his soft finger resting against his cheek. He poked him gently, eyes narrowing as he inspected him. 

“No-,” Billy began to protest, knowing that he was completely fine being single. He didn’t have time for anybody else either. HIm and Theo were fine. 

“Yes it would,” Tommy interjected, giving Billy a severe look that silenced him. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he shook his head, “C’mon, Theo. Please?” He asked softly, pleading as Theo considered it. 

“Otay,” Theo said at last, sighing dramatically as he reached for Tommy, “Can we get a kitty?” He asked curiously a second later, giggling softly. Billy sighed as he brought his hand up to his head, glad that he’d at least be able to drink tonight. 

“Sabrina,” You huffed, reaching around blindly as she led you to the table, “I don’t think a blind date really consists of this.” Your shoes dragged against the floor, nearly taking you out before she balanced you out once again. 

“No,” She laughed from behind you, “But it’s fun on my part.” She added mischievously, making you roll your eyes as you wondered how you got here in the first place. Your first free night and you were going to be spending it with some stranger, when you would’ve certainly preferred to be on your couch in your pajamas with a bowl of noodles on your lap. 

“This is humiliating.” You whined, thinking of how badly your feet hurt from being at the mall all morning. You’d tried on so many dresses that you almost couldn’t remember what you were wearing. 

“His friends are doing the same,” She reassured you, patting your shoulder and jerking your hand back so you could grip the chair. You plopped down slowly, exhaling roughly, “And here he comes.”

“Right now?” You asked worriedly, listening as she gave a sound of confirmation, “How do I look?” You questioned her blindly, trying to search where she was standing. 

“Like a million bucks.” She reassured as she squeezed your shoulders, keeping your head tilted forward. You reached for the blindfold, only to be swatted away by her hands. 

“Fuck-,” A raspy voice cursed in front of you, making you jolt as the whole table shook, “That was the fucking table.” He cursed, leaving you alarmed as you wrinkled your nose up. Why would Sabrina think you’d want to date someone with such a potty mouth? Still, something about him felt familiar. 

“Oops,” Another guy spoke up, his voice a little higher pitched, “Uh there you go. Perfect.” You listened as the chair creaked from the rough way the guy sat down. You felt a little less tense suddenly, hoping that the two of you could laugh off your dumb friends. 

“This is fucking dumb.” The one with the raspy voice continued to state his opinion, grumbling as you suddenly grew nervous. Okay, maybe he was more upset about this than you were. 

“Your date is right here,” The other guy laughed nervously as if to remind him, “Okay, I’m just gonna-,” He trailed off, leaving you in confusion until you felt hands against your blindfold.

It fell at the same time his did, your eyes meeting the familiar blue eyes from across the table. Your jaw dropped as you took in Billy’s neat hair, his stunned expression and flushed cheeks. You turned to Sabrina, about to argue with her before she took slow steps away from you. A safe distance.

“Steve, you bastard.” He snapped his head around, anger knitted onto his features as he reached out like he was going to smack at him. The other guy, Steve, ducked before he rushed away. But he didn’t make it far. He tripped, or became too top heavy as he fell head first into a waiter’s tray full of several drinks. 

“Should we help him?” You asked in horror, bringing your hands up to your mouth as you watched the way his friend squirmed on the wet floor. He was covered from head to toe in whatever drinks he had knocked into. 

“Asshole deserved it,” Billy mumbled, “What’s a little more head trauma to him?” He questioned himself, snorting as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. 

You glanced away from his soaked friend, turning your attention back to Billy fully. As much as you were irritated, and betrayed, you couldn’t deny that he looked good. Like really good. His shirt held onto his shoulders nicely, showing off his broad edges. Majority of the buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his warm skin and toned abs. You turned away quickly, pretending like you hadn’t been drooling over him.

“I’m kidding.” He shook his head, still irritated as he popped a menu open. He sat back in his seat lazily, stretching his legs out between yours. You shifted a bit, pressing your knees tightly together to prevent him from touching you.

“You’re staying?” You asked in disbelief, sure that he would’ve taken this opportunity to get up and walk away. To leave you to wallow in your own disappointment. It was your own fault anyways for thinking that Sabrina would actually listen to the type of guys you liked. 

“He gave me his card,” He replied with a little shrug of his shoulders, “Where’s the expensive shit?” He flipped the menu around, still clearly frustrated as he looked over everything. 

You snorted, unable to really help yourself as you brought your palm up to your hand once again. You did your best to keep from touching your face, not wanting to smear your makeup that you had worked so long on. He drifted his blue eyes up from the menu, looking at you inquisitively.

“What?” He asked as he sat the menu down on the table, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. You took a deep breath, unsure of how he didn’t think this was funny. It was an obvious set up, for a reason you didn’t understand. You were fine not dating anyone.

“It’s just no wonder that Theo gets confused about bad words.” You said calmly, blinking slowly at the way he narrowed his eyes. You had obviously struck a nerve, but it was also the truth.

“Nothing wrong with expressing himself,” He repeated as he chewed on his bottom lip, “And your humor just sucks.” He challenged you as he leaned forward, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for you to strike next.

“What do you mean?” You asked him in disbelief. You were hilarious. You had a classroom full of toddlers to prove it. They loved your jokes and remarks. 

“Kids cursing is hilarious.” He said in a matter of fact way, his lips curling into a grin as you sat back in your chair. You shook your head for a moment, trying to figure out why you two were arguing about this. 

“And the daycare doesn’t allow it,” You grinned sweetly as you pulled your menu open, “Sorry about that.” You remarked as you shook your head, unsure of why you were scanning the menu and not leaving. You should get up and leave.

“So everyone has sticks up their asses,” He nodded his head as he rubbed his chin, “Good to know that you don’t do it on purpose.” He sighed softly, briskly as he tapped his fingers against the table. His rings gleamed against the light from the restaurant as you felt a laugh burst free from your lungs. You quickly covered your mouth, ignoring his curious look as you continued to laugh.

“Sorry,” You apologized, wondering where on earth your waiter was at, “That comment about the cursing was out of line too. But you do have a potty mouth.” You said seriously a second later. He looked at you surprised, like he couldn’t believe you were apologizing. You had clearly gotten off on the wrong at some point, but you couldn’t recall where. 

“I guess you don’t always have a stick up your ass,” He mumbled as he tapped his fingers against the table, “You’re not so bad right now.” He admitted as he languidly dragged his eyes back towards you. 

“Thanks,” You rolled your eyes at his answer, figuring he’d have something snarky to repeat, “I think I’m just going to go.” You replied a moment later, feeling a little awkward to be sitting here with Billy of all people. You suddenly felt far too overdressed as an uncomfortable feeling set over you. 

“Why?” He asked dryly, almost sounding bored as he twisted his rings around his fingers. You stared for just a second too long, just to confirm that none of them were wedding rings. 

“Do I really need to explain?” You asked him as you tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows at his need for clarification. You thought that the two of you hating each other was a good enough fact. Why would you want to have dinner with him?

“This doesn’t have to be a date,” He chuckled as he watched you, “You got something better to do?” You watched the necklace dangle over his golden skin, making your body warm as you straightened your shoulders out a little bit. You would not ogle at him. 

“No.” You admitted as you slunk back into your seat. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to figure out what he was playing at. The last time you’d seen him he had basically accused you of stalking him. And now it was like he was convincing you to stay. 

“Might as well stay then,” He shrugged his shoulders, “Besides, Steve is paying for whatever you want.” He grinned, waving the card in the air before he motioned the waiter over. You debated it for a short second before you relaxed. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad. 

And it wasn’t. For the most part. Just a smidge awkward, too tense as you both did your best to avoid really talking to one another. Part of you wished that you were on a real date with someone that you really liked. But you couldn’t deny that Billy was nice to look at, even a little funny if you were being genuine.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it but uh, I like your dress,” Billy spoke up, eyes twinkling from the warm lights as he slid Steve’s card back into his wallet, “You look really nice.” He told you a moment later, leaving you a little surprised. 

“I can tell,” You replied as you shook your head, “You’ve been looking at my chest all night.” You remarked playfully, speaking the truth. There had been more than one occasion that you had caught him staring. It made your skin buzz as electricity traveled through your veins and left you unnaturally warm. 

“You can have your tits out for money but I can’t compliment them?” His tone was sarcastic but brash, leaving your jaw dropping at his rude remark. His smile dropped instantly, as if he knew he struck a nerve. 

“You-,” You huffed, suddenly feeling humiliated as his words settled on top of you, “You’re unbearable.” You told him seriously, teeth gritted as you rose from your chair. Anger boiled against your bones as you marched out of the restaurant, unsure of why you had given him the benefit of the doubt in the first place.

“It was a joke,” He rounded on you quickly, legs keeping in pace easily with the way your shoes were snapping against the concrete. You held your fingers into fists, trying to control your rage, “You can’t really be that sensitive, can you?” He took a hold of your arm softly, tugging you back to face him.

“You’re an asshole,” You spit out, shoving at his shoulder as the rage boiled over and spilled out, “You dickhead. Bastard. Imbecile. Nincompoop.” You spit out all of the words that were brewing on the tip of your tongue. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” He asked, lips curling into a gentle smile, “Because I’ve heard a lot worse.” He replied with a nod of his head before his smile turned into a smirk. You inhaled deeply as your arm burned from where he had touched you. But not because of how hard he was gripping you.

“I hate you.” You snapped at him, suddenly sure that a career change would be no issue as long as you never had to see his face again. His eyes widened for just a moment before his expression turned stoic, hiding away whatever he was feeling. 

“I’m not crazy about you either.” Came his remark as he narrowed his eyes at you. You both stared at each other intensely, the air around you full of energy and tension as you stood toe to toe. You could practically feel his warmth from where he stood, could smell the mint that lingered on his tongue. 

The electricity from his palm on your skin spread across your skin, traveling through your body as your chest rose and fell heavily. His eyes were fierce as he looked over your features, mirroring what you were doing. It took you a brief second to look at the soft freckles on his golden skin, at how his lips seemed to be red and soft. Too soft.

His hand traveled up the curve of your arm as your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, hard enough that you were sure it would leave bruises. His eyes were suddenly too intense, too real as he tilted his head towards yours.

Your thoughts disappeared at the feeling of his mouth crashing against yours. His lips glided smoothly, deeply as he moved his large palms to cup your face. You sighed against his parted lips, accepting his rough kiss as you moved your lips with as much fury.

It was messy, full of spit and teeth and tongue as you gripped his wrists tightly. You wanted to pull him closer and shove him back at the same time, unable to really decide as a fire spread through your body. You felt like you’d melt away, drip into the crevices of his fingers as he flicked his tongue against yours.

“Your place?” He whispered as he pulled away, nose brushing against yours oh so lightly as he flicked his blue eyes to meet yours. You breathed in deeply, feeling as if you were sharing the same lungs as you quickly nodded your head. You lived close.

The walk, or rather jog, to your apartment was rushed and quick. His hands were everywhere, caressing your exposed thighs and gripping at your flesh. You felt breathless, laughing with wobbly legs as you tried to blame it on the glass of red wine you’d downed. Surely that was it.

The door barely shut behind the two of you before he was on you again, lips caressing and melting against yours as you blindly led him to your room. His hands palmed at your ass, at your boobs before he moved them back up to your face. 

He gripped the back of your neck, tugging you closer as his mouth crashed roughly against yours. He kissed you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs as his hands moved to the back of your dress. He roughly tugged your zipper down, letting your dress fall at your feet as he continued to drag his lips against yours.

Your mind felt fuzzy, knees weak as his calloused palms fell to your hips. He gripped your flesh, earning a soft sigh from your mouth as he flicked his tongue across your bottom lip. You moaned as he slid his tongue inside, curling and twisting it against your own. Pleasure swept through your body, your veins burning as if they’d been lit on fire.

His hand rose to your jaw, gripping you softly as he tugged you away briefly. Just a few inches. He stared at you, lust swimming in his blue eyes as he observed you. You were grateful for his touch on you suddenly, fearing that you may fall to your knees if he didn’t have a hold on you.

You felt your heart beating roughly underneath your skin, pounding against your bones as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. You were still partially dressed, but had never felt so exposed before. Something in the way he looked at you left your skin tingling, left your mind foggy. 

You didn’t have time to react before he spit, literally spit against the side of your mouth. You flinched, feeling the saliva drip down the side of your cheek as you gasped in surprise. You knew you should feel disgusted, feel horrified. But you didn’t. 

You flicked your tongue out against your cheek, licking away his drool slowly as his eyes turned lustful at your motions. You felt your own moan pouring off of your tongue from the sinful act, the dirty action. His spit tasted like nothing but you still craved it. 

You lept first this time, pressing your lips against his mouth in a desperate manner. Lust filled your veins, spreading through every inch of your body as you moved your hands to his warm chest. You fiddled with his buttons blindly, trying to remove it as quickly as possible before you combusted.

He moved his hands down with yours, breaking his lips away from yours as he quickly tugged down his pants and underwear in a quick motion. Your eyes widened as you stared at his toned body, breathing in every inch of him before you landed upon his hard cock.

His tone was slightly lighter than the rest of his body, his tip a bright red as you admired the rest of his girth. Your throat suddenly felt dry as you reached forward, wrapping your fingers loosely around his thickness.

“Fuck,” He cursed, surpsing you as he spoke for the first time. You lifted your gaze to him, eyes feeling heavy as you tightened your fingers around his girth and began to stroke him slowly, “Jesus.” He breathed out, spurring you on as you fell to your knees.

You ignored the way your pulse was racing, focusing instead on how good he felt against your skin. You continued to pump him slowly, sticking your tongue out to flick away the precum that was leaking from his slit. 

He huffed, groaning softly underneath his breath as he stared down at you. You continued to teasingly lick across the head of his cock, too nervous to actually look him in the eye. It would feel too real if you did so. 

He was almost too thick for you, at least thicker than what you were used to. Your lips burned as you adjusted to his girth, your jaw aching as you slowly began to bob your head along the curve of his cock. You gripped a hold of his thighs, keeping yourself balanced as you did your best to keep from gagging once his tip hit the back of your throat.

You swirled your tongue along the base of his cock, tracing the vein that rested there as drool fell from the corners of your lips. His groans of pleasure traveled through your ears, leaving you restless as you felt your clit vibrating in anticipation.

“Wait,” He mumbled, drawing your eyes up towards him for the first time. His eyebrows were knitted together in awe, lips parted as he moved his hands gently towards your shoulders. He shoved you back a bit, releasing his hard cock from your mouth as you just continued to stare. He was so pretty, “Wanna feel you.” He breathed out as he held onto the back of your arms and tugged you onto your feet.

You had never felt someone so strong before, gripping you in such a way before he pushed you onto your mattress. You yelped, your air leaving your lungs once again as your bed moved underneath your weight. He smirked, all cocky and smug as he joined you on the bed.

His fingers were hot against your skin as he dipped them in between the swell of your boobs. You were sure he could feel your heart thumping roughly as he gently traced his fingers across your ribs to reach for the straps on your bra.

You sat up on your elbows, knees bent as he pressed his way in between you. His mouth lingered near yours, leaving your mind fuzzy as you listened to the very loud click of your bra coming undone. 

It fell off with ease, drifting off of your shoulders as his lips fell to your exposed collarbone. You dropped your head back to the pillow, inhaling deeply as he trailed his mouth across your skin. He kissed across your boobs, licked at your hardened nipples before he traveled further down.

His air was warm against your clothed cunt, hot as he looped his fingers through the bands of your panties. He tugged on them, tearing them in two and leaving it as he pressed his fingers against your skin before he exposed your cunt to him. You gaped, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth as he pressed his lips against your swollen clit. 

He languidly flicked his tongue across your wet folds, pushing a squeal out of your mouth as you felt a bubble of moans forming inside of your chest. Your toes curled at the sensation, shivers spreading across your skin as he rolled his tongue across your clit. 

“Billy,” His name bursted free from your lips, the pleasure spreading through your body with fierce electricity as his strong palms fell to your hips. He groaned against your slick cunt, sighing at the taste of you before he pulled his head up to look at you, “Please. I want you.” You whispered softly, almost afraid that it might get to his head. You didn’t want to stroke his ego too much. 

“Bet you do,” He grinned cockily, sealing your worried thoughts as he delivered a brief smack against your pussy. You whined at the jolting sensation, your hips pathetically grinding up against his fingers as he crawled back onto his knees, “You’re such a desperate little whore, ya know that?” He asked, making your eyes widen as he tapped his dick against your clit.

“Mhm, yeah,” You spit out in surprise of yourself, gasping as he rubbed his free hand against your lips. You tasted yourself briefly, feeling a little stunned at how filthy his mouth was, “Just for you.” You nodded your head, gasping as he gripped your thigh and spun you onto your hands and knees.

Your mattress felt odd in this position, with your ass in the air and your face pressed roughly into your pillow. He squeezed lightly at the base of your neck, earning a soft moan from you before he tickled his fingertips across the curve of your spine. You inhaled once, then twice before he smacked the side of your ass.

“Billy,” You huffed out, enjoying the stinging sensation that traveled from where his palm had landed, “I need your cock. Please.” You begged again, whining as you kicked your feet against the side of the bed. You hushed once again as he hit the other side of your ass, making you whimper.

“Such a dirty girl,” He whispered, shifting closer until your thighs were pressed together. You were unable to breathe suddenly as his fat tip pressed against your leaking hole, circling it playfully before he was sliding into you, “Pretty little whore.” He mumbled as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Your walls stretched around his thick girth, clamping down tightly around him as he slid in slowly inch by inch. You inhaled a second later, sure that you only pulled him deeper inside of you as his hands moved tightly to your hips.

“God,” You whined pathetically, mind too fuzzy with pleasure to form any real words, “Billy!” You mumbled, gaping as he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel him throbbing against your wet walls, the head of his cock pressed right against the spongy area deep inside of you. You could feel every curve and vein of him, admiring how it felt like he belonged inside of you.

He chuckled, his tone slightly broken up by his groan as he leaned down over your ass. You stuttered, drool falling from your lips at the angle he pressed his cock into as he moved your hair from your face. You blinked lazily, barely able to whimper as he licked the saliva away from the corner of your lips.

“See,” He mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your flesh, sending another jolt of pleasure down to your clit, “It’s not so hard to be nice, is it?” He asked, breath warm against your skin as you shook your head no.

“I’m nice,” You pleaded, fingers curling into fists as you slowly began to rock yourself back against him. You moaned deeply, craving the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of your walls. You’d never felt so stretched before, felt so full, “Real nice.” You nodded your head, moaning as he spit against the side of your mouth again.

You didn’t care how dirty it was, how filthy he treated you or that he called you a whore. You’d never felt such pleasure before, such a rush in your system. You truly felt full of life, your mind relaxed and heart full as he began to grind his cock in and out of your glistening hole.

Small moans and whimpers left your mouth as he dragged you back against him, your skin smacking against his at the rough way he pressed his cock inside of you. The tip of his dick hit against your bundle of nerves each time, making you whine and cry out as your pussy leaked around him.

“Fuck, fuck,” He cursed, fingers reaching around to press against your clit as he rutted inside of you, “You look so pretty around my cock.” He hummed, leaning back enough to get a good look at the way your cunt squeezed his fat girth. 

You felt numb as he continued to rock himself deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting your bundle of nerves with each intense thrust. He moved to your ass, kneading your cheeks before he spread them. 

His spit hit your rim, making you a jolt in awe as shivers raced up your spine. You cried out, your moans bouncing off of the walls as his spit trailed down to your already wet cunt. He groaned loudly, deeply as he continually hit the spot that made you see stars. 

“Feels so good,” You breathed out roughly, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked the bitterness and angry feelings out of you. You couldn’t remember why you’d been upset in the first place. All you could focus on was the way your pussy burned as he slid his hard cock in and out of you, “Oh my God.” You spit out, raising a bit on your elbows to push yourself back further against him. 

He groaned, filling your ears with music as his balls smacked against your slick skin. Whines burst free from your lips to match his deep sounds, meshing with the sound of your cunt squeezing along his cock. It was too much. The pleasure crashed over you in an unbearable way, pushing you underneath the waves as your toes curled and muscles contracted.

You came with a cry, the flat part of your feet smacking against the mattress as he continued to drag you roughly against the length of his cock. Your moans came out in thick garbles, drool pouring from your lips as you forced your eyes shut.

“Jesus Christ,” He huffed, pulling you back faster against him as his movements became more desperate. You could feel him twitching inside of you, throbbing as your walls clamped down around his girth, “Fuck, fuck!” He spit out before he removed his dick entirely, leaving your walls clenching around nothing as he jerked his hand along his cock roughly.

You felt his warm spunk landing on your ass, on your spine and up near your shoulder blade as you tried to catch your breath. You whimpered at the feeling, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans as he dragged his fingers across your skin.

He turned you again, treating you as if you weighed nothing as he gave you a smug grin. Your chest was still rising and falling harshly, mind muddled as he smeared his cum against your lips. It took you a moment to realize that before you licked it away, savoring his taste on your tongue.

Your eyes felt hazy, droopy as you licked it away from your lips. You felt your heart pounding in a new way as an unknown sensation spread through your body. His forehead was near yours, nose dragging against the tip of yours as you shared the same breath. 

Well shit. 

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[actuel-idiot]

Billy Batson adopts Danny. He becomes his guardian in an attempt by Danny to avoid the throne and eventually meets him in the form of Captain Marvel. He adopts it by accident. He may or may not also get custody of Danni.

Bonus: he also adopts Connor and finds himself with three children his age to take care of or barely younger. He still succeeds. He also has Raven.

Bonus bonus: @helps-the-writing-brain-go post is added.