#but I think I might just be kind of a dick

[minnie-movs]

"idc, you're still mine." pt. 2

synopsis. cuckolding with ex-husband!gojo gone wrong! ft. geto

content warnings. not proofread, f!reader, jealous gojo, cuckolding, oral f!receiving, munch!geto, voyeurism, gojo's kinda toxic, gojo jorks it while his bestie eats his girl out, satosugu kinda(?) i mean they're both in it, slight mentions of angst(?), creative liberty taken to depict gojo’s powers very non canon, uhhhh amateur writing and kind of rushed at the end, idk how to do warnings

a/n. hi there! this is my first post on here and i'm still figuring out the ropes, aesthetic- and writing-wise. wrote this a while ago as a pt. 2 to a dilf!gojo drabble of mine. i wasn't satisfied enough with pt. 1 to post it yet, but you won’t really need that context to read this. might post pt. 1 depending on how well this does or if anyone wants it. but i'm an amateur writer so this might be pretty bad, sowwy. apologies in advance for badly written smut :'(

huge thank you/credit to @screampied for the aesthetic inspo & tutorial and for inspiring my writing as well, luv their blog

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

If you were to tell Satoru Gojo that, one day, he’d somehow convince his ex-wife to let him watch while she fucked his best friend, he’d say, “Duh. Of course I did.”

Because Satoru Gojo is the smartest, most competent man on the planet. He knows what he wants and gets what he wants. Always.

Just a few hours ago, he and you, his ex-wife, had mutually decided to get back together. "Mutually" meaning Satoru had gotten on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness for an hour and a half (plus the last three years) before you relented to a truce. A temporary truce from all the animosity and bitterness you held towards him, which was enough for him.

Your ex-husband then proceeded to make up for the last few years you weren't together by fucking the ever-loving shit out of you.

Sure, he came before he could get his sweats off and nearly did again when your breasts spilled out of that sinful red gown you were wearing, but he couldn't help it. He loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you back in his life. And so. fucking. HORNY.

And now that 1. he has his goddess of an ex-wife back with him and 2. she's agreed to fulfill a long-time fantasy of his with an ex-friend, whom he may or may not have also imagined fucking, Satoru feels like he's won the sex lottery or something.

Well, okay, you two weren't really back together, "temporary truce" or whatever, and you and his friend hadn't really agreed to the same thing--- you were under the impression that you and Satoru would fuck while Suguru watched, not Satoru watching and fucking his fist while Suguru was tongue-deep in your cunt. But details schmetails. Everybody was having a good time, right? Most of all, him--- the smartest man on the planet.

As he adjusted himself on his chair, he smirked. Satoru Gojo, the strongest *and* the smartest, he thought.

He sat on a ridiculously expensive velvet-lined chair, manspreading in front of his ridiculously expensive king-size four-poster, furiously fisting his cock, which if it had to be priced would also be, yup, ridiculously expensive. Oh, but the view... *that* was priceless. You, his darling ex-wife, with your pretty pussy on display, while his ex-best friend sat on his knees, lapping at your clit as he jerked his own cock.

Satoru couldn't be more rock hard. His dick was certifiably diamond as he ran his hand along his throbbing veins, his thumb teasingly rubbing his angry, red tip. Every buttery moan that slipped from his ex-wife's lips, every grunt and twitch of Suguru's hips caused another tiny splurt of precum to ooze from Satoru's cockhole. His cerulean eyes widened as he watched you reach for Suguru's long locks, pulling the brunette deeper into your pussy with a forceful tug and practically suffocating him.

The action made your ex-husband let out a weak groan.

Oh fuckkkk. And he thinks he just got harder.

Man, he knew he was genius for coming up with this. The smartest, indeed.

Suguru moaned into your pussy, lewd squelches emanating from below with each suckle and lick. "Fuck, you taste so good, angel..." One hand on his cock, the other held you down as you writhed under him, eliciting a dark chuckle from the long-haired sorcerer, "That's right, arch your back for me. Juuust like that. Good girl."

Your weak little pants of "Ah! Suguru!" and "More, Suguru!" only served to stroke his ego as he brought the hand that was on his cock to slap your ravaged clit intermittently.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Each little strike had you twitching and whining, much to his amusement. "Hah- God, you sound like such a slut. *suck* This selfish pussy's worse than you, *spit* wetter than a waterfall and so eager for cock. Mngh- Who knew an angel like you could be so. Thwack! fucking. Thwack! Nasty. THWACK! " He punctuated each word with a harsher smack to your poor, abused clit.

Suguru moved the hand holding you down to dip two long fingers into your sopping heat, scissoring them while he devoured you. "So wet on my tongue, so tight around my fingers." Every word sent you reeling as you danced on his tongue, his large hand ceasing its assault on your clit to cup the curve of your ass. His fingers delved deeper into your pussy, curving in a come-hither motion to massage against your spongy g-spot. You yelp, your fingers in his hair gripped painfully to keep yourself sane.

Fuck, Suguru *thinks* he could cum hands-free from just this.

And fuuuck, Satoru just might cum, no matter what the fuck you do.

He pushed himself and gripped his base to keep from shamefully splattering cum like some horny teen. Satoru Gojo will not be embarrassed like this. He will NOT cum for the fifth time in under an hour since this all started like a dog in heat. He will not embarrass himself in front of his ex-wife after he just got you back, not really. He's the strongest. He's the smartest! And he definitely has more endurance and stamina than this, please believe him.

So, he'll resort to making smartass comments because he's going to cum soon, no, he's not affected at all.

"Hngh-" he groaned, slowing his strokes on his dick, and chuckled breathily, "You've sure got a mouth on you, Suguru. You're usually so mmgh- formal and polite. One taste of my wife's pussy and you lose composure, my friend?"

"Ex-wife," you hissed back, mid-moan, "Temporary ngh- truce."

"Ex-friend," Suguru growled, his tongue pausing briefly. "You're still a fucking dick.

"And shut the fuck up," you two said in unison.

Satoru rolled his eyes as you two snapped at him. This genius suggestion was his anyway, everyone was gonna get an orgasm out of this because of him, and not a "thank you" to be heard. Hmph. How ungrateful.

Instead, he focused on Satoru Jr., his not-so-little friend. The white-maned sorcerer let one hand glide along his length, occasionally coming down to tease his balls, which were heavy and eager to spurt cum. He kept a torturous pace, despite needing to cum so fucking badly, and purposefully prolonged his orgasm, wanting to cum at the same time when you'd cum in Suguru's mouth.

You moaned, clit throbbing under Suguru's touch, "F-fuck! Right there!" Suguru's tongue worked faster to bring you to the edge, your juices painting his face, "Mnah- Yes, ma'am. Gonna slurp this pussy up so good, angel. Mmm- Just how you like."

Satoru looked on at the two of you, shutting the fuck up as ordered but his mind was as loud as ever.

Yeah, yeaaahhh. Suck on her pussy good, Suguru. Mmmh, yeah, kiss around her clit, just like that, she fuckin' loves that shit.

Your thighs started to shudder, signaling your impending orgasm. "Ah, S-Suguru! 'm c-close!" Suguru crooned back at you, "Yeah, angel? *suck* Gonna cum for me, *lick* sweet girl?"

S-shit, 'm close t-too. Can't f-fucking hold- ngh- any longer- fuck-

You nodded quickly, your body heating up as the coil in your stomach was pulled tight, "Ah- yes! F-feels so g-good! Ongh-"

Ah- she looks- fuck, so fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck!

A cocky grin painted Suguru's mouth as he started to maneuver himself up onto the bed, holding your thighs close to him so he could still lap at you, "Yeah? Ohhh Say my fucking name, angel.*spit* Who's making you feel this good? *SUCK* Who's gonna fuck you good tonight?"

Ngh, f-fuck- wait what-

His hand staggers.

Your mind was going fuzzy, focusing on only the pleasure as the words tumbled out of you, “Y-you are, Suguru! God, m-making me feel soooo gooood!”

Ah- wait, what did he just say-

Suguru growled, giving your clit a last nibble before letting his fingers take over, “I can’t believe I get to fuck your pretty pussy tonight. Thank you, angel.”

Wait- hold on- that’s not what we discuss- uh y-yellow- guys, yellow-

You mewled, your words devolving into nearly incoherent babbles at this point, “Mnh! Mmh! Yes, f-f-fuck me! Wan’ you- only you to f-fuck me-! F-finally!”

Finally? ok, the fuck- red- RED-

Suguru licked his lips clean of your slick and smirked, his digits working at your pulsing nub, “Who does this pussy belong to, huh? Whose is it? Fucking say it.”

Satoru’s unbelieving ears perked up at that, his hand now completely still on his leaking cock. The remnants of pleasure were present but were mere embers compared to the blaze from before. His eyes shot to you, nervously awaiting your response.

RED. RED. RED RED RED RED RED-

Mmh no- fuck- she fucking wouldn’t-

The thought was interrupted by your pleasure-drunk whine, “You, Suguru! My pussy belongs to you! Only you!”

Satoru’s face dropped, his blue eyes dangerously darkened as the muscles in his jaw clenched. Oh,

Hell.

Fucking.

NO.

Suguru was moving his cock towards your pussy, wanting to shove it in last moment, wanting you to cum just as he put it in.

Pearly tears lined your eyes that were rolling back into your head, your vision going white with pleasure.

There… there… nearly there… The white light got bigger… or was it blue? purple maybe? Closer… closer… right there and—

***BOOM!!!***

You felt a rush of wind as your orgasm was rudely ripped from you. Suddenly, your ex-husband’s penthouse suite felt a lot more breezier than you remembered.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before landing on a red-faced, heavily breathing Satoru. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his entire body tense and straight.

He had his thumb, index, and middle finger pointed outwards like he’d just…

Your eyes widened, head snapping to the source of the wind to see that the entire left wall of the bedroom was gone… and so was Suguru.

Your eyes snapped to your ex-husband as you sputtered, “Did you just Hollow Purple your best friend?!”

“Ex-best friend,” Satoru cleared his throat and cracked his neck, “And no, I just gave him a gentle nudge out the door.”

Your jaw tightened, “Out the window, you mean.”

“Same thing—“

“You could’ve leveled the city, you could’ve killed him—“

“It was hardly 10 percent and targeted, he can handle it and so can the city—“

“Satoru—“

“I’m sure he’s still flying… or falling, either one—“

“Satoru—“

“First, he dates my wife then tries to fuck her? Yeah, right—“

“Satoru—“

“Yeah, yeah, still ex-wife. I know-“

“SATORU-“

“FUCK, WHAT?”

“His clothes. You sent the man flying out the window, butt-naked.”

“…”

“And I’d do it again.”

You rolled your eyes hard, “You don’t get to say that- Seriously, what the hell? You asked him to come over!”

Ignoring your scolding, Satoru crawled onto the bed and buried his face in your chest. He let out a low whine, looking up at you from between your breasts like a pouting child would, “Your pussy belongs to me, right?”

You blinked, a groan of realization escaping you. Fucking hell, your ex-husband was such a damn baby. You huffed, reasonably upset that you didn’t get to cum, all because of your ex-husband’s jealousy over something he wanted in the first fucking place.

“Satoru Gojo, you’re the dumbest man on this planet.”

His lips curved into a smirk before he’s suddenly flipped you over on the bed. His hand landed on your ass with a resounding smack! and you felt him lining his cock at your entrance. Just as he was about to push in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Then let me hit you with that dumb dick.”

[mountquokka]

Hiii!! I really love ur fanfic xx could u please write one where u and han are dating for a really long time but skz doesn't know and one day they catch u both in a room at jype ❤️❤️

Jagi... I need you

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 976

Warnings: Dom Jisung, sub reader, getting caught, messing around in the studio, semi-public, oral (m receiving), Jisung is whiny when he’s horny, nicknames (jagi, mamas, baby, Ji), dirty talk, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request 🫶🏽☺️ I really appreciate it

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”Chan yells from the door of the studio after witnessing you and Jisung’s compromising position.

You and Jisung have been dating since SKZ debuted in 2018. But no one knew. The problem was… you were a JYPE employee. That kind of relationship was against the rules so you both agreed to keep it secret. You both would act civil in passing in the hallways but once there was a moment you both could be alone, you would steal kisses and hugs. Which eventually turned to heavy make outs, touches and sometimes quickies when you got to that stage of your relationship. No one had any idea you both were together, though some were suspicious.

Today wasn’t any different, or at least you though it wasn’t. You’re walking around the JYP building, doing your job, until you got a message on your phone. You look down at it, casually glancing up so you don’t run into anyone and see it’s from Jisung. You smile a little at the notification until you open the message that was sent.

My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Jagiiiiii My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Are you busy? I NEED you 🥺

You instantly knew what he meant when he put need in all caps. He was horny. You both agreed to try and keep the sexual acts to a minimum when at work to lower the chance of getting caught.

You: Ji… you know we can’t My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Please mamas 🥺 I’ll be quick. Plus I’m in the studio, no one will catch us

You stop and think. The studios are always rented out so no usually walks in unless they need to find someone. From what you remember the guys don’t have anything scheduled for today so you might be in the clear. You send a reply back to Jisung

You: ok fine but give me 10 minutes it’s almost my lunch break My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Thank you baby I love you so much 😘😘 You: I love you too Ji ❤️

When it was time for lunch, you head to Jisung’s studio and knock on the door. He opens it and pulls you in. He connects your lips to his in a heavy make out session as he blindly closes the door and heads back to the chair. “I missed you so much” Jisung sighs as he starts kissing down your neck. You giggle “You saw me 2 hours ago” “That’s too long, I want you with me all the time” he grabs your waist and grinds you against him. You hum as you feel his bulge gliding against your clothed core.

“Mmm Ji baby, slow down a second.” Jisung whines and pull aways from your neck. “I don’t know if we’ll have time for that today, how about I just suck you off?” Jisung wanted to protest but he knew that your lunch breaks weren’t long enough for a full sex session. He groans but agrees.

You get off his lap and drop to your knees in front of him. He pulls his sweats and boxers down, his member slapping against his lower stomach. It’s surprisingly already leaking precum. “What got you so worked up?” You chuckled as you start smearing the precum along his shaft.

“I started thinking about you” you blush at his answer but feel a sense of pride that you were the cause. You bend over to kitten lick his tip “you simp” “only for you mamas”

Before he could notice the blush spreading across your face, you take him into your mouth and he lets out a surprised groan. You slowly take him in inch by inch until your nose hits his pelvis. Once your gags and chokes were under control, you start bobbing your head, slow at first then gradually picking up speed. “Fuck baby~ I was hoping to have that pretty little pussy gripping my dick but of course your mouth feels just as good, keep going”

You knew he wasn’t going to last long much longer just from how he kept twitching in your mouth. You were gonna finish him off when the door suddenly flies open.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

You and Jisung pause as you see Chan and the rest of SKZ standing in the doorway. All of them in pure shock and confusion. Hyunjin trying to cover poor Jeongin’s eyes. You both situate yourself before the hellfire of questions you’re about to receive from a not so happy Bang Chan.

“How long has this been going on for?”

“Since we debuted”

“And you don’t think to tell any of us?”

“We weren’t sure yet since idol/employee relationships are frowned upon”

“Were you ever going to tell us?”

“Eventually yes”

After the barrage of questions, Chan had calmed down and everyone had a clear understanding of what was going on. All of them promising not to say anything and keep your relationship secret. Also for them to get a heads up next time you both try to do something like that again in the studio or any place like that. You agreed.

You all were having a casual conversation, when you look down at your watch “Oh shit! I have to get back to work. I see you later Ji. See you guys” The guys all wave bye but Jisung stops you at the door. “One last kiss? Plus I still didn’t get to cum” he whispers. You chuckled and give him a quick peck on the lips “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise” you smirked and winked as you walk off. Jisung tries to hide his flustered face as he closes the studio door and joins the guys in their conversation. But he wasn’t listening, all he was thinking about was

“Dammit now I’m horny again”

[pinklotushere]

Perfect Disaster

Dick loved Jazz. He really did. She was incredible—strong, smart, funny, and probably the only person on Earth who could keep up with him in a spar without wanting to throttle him. She got his jokes, finished his sentences, and punched him in the arm whenever he got too smug.

They were supposed to be perfect for each other.

So why was he in love with Dan?

Why had his wedding day been filled with flashes of ice-blue eyes and a voice that always sounded just a little too unimpressed?

Why did his stomach drop every time he thought about Dan looking at him with something almost like affection, only to turn away like it had never been there?

It was driving him insane.

And Jazz—God, poor Jazz. She was so good, so devoted, so present, and Dick? Dick was the worst husband alive.

He’d caught himself zoning out during dinner last week, staring at his fork like it was the most interesting thing in the world, because Jazz had mentioned something in passing, and his brain had gone straight to how Dan would never say something like that. Dan doesn’t talk that much. Dan doesn’t talk at all unless he had to.

Jazz deserved better. She deserved someone who wasn’t actively fantasizing about her brother at the worst possible moments.

And worst of all?

She had no idea.

He was a such horrible person

Jazz was losing her mind.

She was in love with her husband. She knew she was. Dick was amazing—bright and loud and brilliant, always moving, always there. He made her laugh, he made her feel seen, he made life fun.

So why was Jason the one she thought about late at night?

Why was it his voice that echoed in her head when she had a bad day? Why did she find herself catching her breath when he smiled, when he laughed, when he looked at her like she was something worth knowing?

It was awful. It was disgusting. It was—

It was fine. She’d bury it. She’d ignore it.

Dick loved her. She loved Dick. Everything was fine.

Except…

Except Dick had been distracted lately. Not in the normal “up all night on patrol” way. No, this was different.

He was off.

He’d started spacing out in the middle of conversations, looking guilty when she caught him. He’d smile too wide, laugh too loud, cover up whatever he was thinking with that performance of his, but Jazz knew him too well.

Something was wrong.

She wanted to ask, but she didn’t. Because if she asked, maybe he’d ask back. Maybe he’d say why are you acting weird too? Why do you freeze when Jason calls? Why do you look at him like—

No. No, she wasn’t going to think about that.

Everything was fine.

Things got worse.

Dick started overcompensating.

Big romantic gestures, flowers, expensive dinners, soft kisses on her forehead, murmured I love yous like he was trying to convince himself they were real.

Jazz responded in kind.

Lingering touches, doting smiles, playing the role of the perfect wife because God help her, she was going to make this work.

And in their desperate attempts to fix a problem neither of them had named, they didn’t notice what was happening right in front of them.

Didn’t notice the way Dick’s eyes always strayed when Dan was in the room, how his voice softened just slightly when they spoke.

Didn’t notice the way Jazz’s breath hitched when Jason laughed, how she leaned in just a little too much when he talked to her.

Didn’t notice that they were both drowning, clinging to each other in a sinking ship, hoping that if they just held on tight enough, they wouldn’t go under.

And it was only a matter of time before the whole thing collapsed.

It all came crashing down over brunch.

Dick had been jittery all morning, bouncing his leg under the table, stirring his coffee five times before taking a sip. Jazz had been the same, shoveling food into her mouth like it might stop her from blurting out something catastrophic.

They were a mess. A mutual, collective disaster.

And then—

"Jazz, I—"

"Dick, I—"

They both stopped, blinking at each other. Jazz swallowed, setting her fork down.

"You first," she said, voice tight.

Dick inhaled sharply. This was it. This was the moment he ruined everything.

"I'm—" He scrubbed a hand through his hair, bracing himself for impact. "I'm in love with someone else."

Silence.

A long, heavy, horrifying silence.

And then—

"Oh thank God," Jazz blurted out, nearly knocking her coffee over.

Dick blinked. "What?"

"I'm in love with someone else too," she said, her shoulders sagging like someone had finally lifted a hundred-pound weight off her back. "Oh my God, Dick, I thought I was the worst person alive, I was so scared to tell you—"

"You were scared?" Dick let out a laugh, giddy with relief. "Jazz, I have been dying inside for months. I was ready to take this to my grave!"

"Me too! I literally almost repressed myself into a coma!"

"Jesus Christ," Dick groaned, pressing his forehead to the table. "I thought I was going to break your heart."

"I thought I was going to break yours!"

They both sat there, laughing, light-headed, free.

A moment passed before Jazz smirked, leaning forward. "So. Who is it?"

Dick hesitated. And then, because there was no point in lying anymore—

"Dan."

Jazz's smirk vanished. Her eyes widened. "Wait—my Dan?"

"Uh." Dick winced. "Yeah?"

She blinked. Then blinked again. Then—

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"Oh my God, how could we not see it before?" she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Dick frowned. "Wait. See what? What does that mean?"

Jazz took a deep breath, and then—

"I'm in love with Jason."

It took a second for that to register.

Then—

"MY Jason?!"

Jazz shrugged, unapologetic. "Apparently."

Dick gawked at her. "No way."

"Yes Way."

"Oh my God."

"Right?!"

For a long, long moment, they just stared at each other.

And then—

They started laughing.

Deep, gut-wrenching, gasping-for-air laughing. The kind that hurt. The kind that felt like they were unraveling years of tension in one go.

"How did we not notice?" Jazz wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I have no idea!" Dick gasped. "I was so busy feeling guilty, I didn’t even think to ask why you kept getting all weird around Jason!"

"And I was so caught up in my own disaster," Jazz snorted, "I didn’t even see you staring at Dan like he personally invented the concept of breathing!"

They both dissolved into laughter again, until finally, finally, the weight of the past few months lifted completely.

Jazz leaned back in her chair, still chuckling. "So. What do we do now?"

Dick hummed, stretching his arms behind his head. "Well. We could get a divorce."

"Obviously."

"And then we could—y'know. Maybe—try something else?"

Jazz smirked. "Are you asking me if we should ask each other's brothers out?"

Dick grinned. "I mean. I feel like we kinda have to at this point."

Jazz snorted. "God, we are such disasters."

"Yeah," Dick agreed, still grinning.

They clinked their coffee mugs together like it was a toast and for the first time in a while didnt feel the overwhelming weight of lying to your patner.

Somewhat Inspired by EDA's beautiful art, Thank you, @demonic0angel , for being so ridiculously creative and talented that I can’t even sit back and enjoy your work in peace.

No, instead, you had to go and make me feel creative too, and now I have the unbearable urge to post things. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

[theycallme-ook]

(I've been going insane about JPV again for the past few hours. Followers excuse me)

A new kid moves into the house. He's here bc you're the only ones who can protect him (his dad was weird and wanted to make him an assassin or something?? So. Batman level stuff) you don't get along. Eventually you form some bond and feel some protectiveness over him bc man this kid's life sucked until now. Showing him how to have fun is kinda nice. But then things get complicated when this.. Suit. This *thing* shows up in his dreams. He pursues it bc he's desperate for answers about his father and why his life is the way it is. He's not really happy and you can see that, so you help him but instead of closure you get robbed of you new brother best friend

Now you're living with Jean Paul and this *thing*. This other thing that puts on the suit and replaces your friend. And you love JP but you *hate* Azrael. They're both the same and yet not. One is gentle, soft spoken and kind. With a love of learning and helping people. Who will patch you up after a rough night with soft hands and awkward jokes that you laugh at anyways to make him feel better. The other is cruel, harsh and holier than thou. Always ready with a fiery tongue and fireier sword for anything it deems a "sinner" even tho you know Jean Paul would act completely different to that same person. You can't reconcile the two, and neither can JP. You don't know where one ends and the other begins and neither does he. You want nothing more than for him to put away the suit and never think about it again. He says he wants that too but he can't ever seem to do it. You're both confused and frustrated teens by now who have been through this cycle already. Things deteriorate.

You're hurt that at the end of the day JP will always choose Azrael over you, and frustrated at yourself for being frustrated bc Bruce and JP and everything has confirmed that he's not fully in control. But still. It's the estrangement of it all. You had a brother you used to be close with. But every day the spectre of his father drove you further and further apart until you barely recognize him anymore. No one else understands you like he does but at the same time you're strangers. Dick never quite stops being that hurt kid who can't understand why his brother can't stop living in the shadow of his dead father. JP never quite being able to explain that his father is dead but his shadow very much is not. They love each other but can never see eye to eye again. They're both people who want to help (and they do!) but they can't help the person closest to them. There's def some sort of teenage screaming match had about *why can't you just put the suit away* bc Dick just wants his brother back so if AZ could just fuck off forever things could go back to the way they used to be. It would be perfect if only the haunting of his blood wasn't there. JP sees this as further condemnation tho bc deep down he knows there's no getting rid of the system and if Dick hates Azrael then he hates *him*. Dick tries to get him to come up with a new identity, tries inviting him to the Titans, but JPV knows it isn't the kindness Dick pretends it is and that will always be Dick's team and he already poisoned Dick's family

The way this complicates things w Mr Bruce "I can fix them" Wayne too.. B might be able to be more pragmatic about it any not hold onto the idea that they can get rid of Azrael, but he would fixate on the idea that he can change it. He acknowledges that the system has existed for centuries and probably still will exist for centuries more if the order has their way, but that's the thing. *He* has the order's darling weapon now, not them. And if he could just teach it that things aren't so black and white then maybe poor Jean Paul could have some peace again. He'll try so hard to save him and then blame himself when he can't help.

Ouaghh... Babs being close w JP since her Batgirl days.. she keeps an eye on him. they trade CS jokes. she offers him work at the belltower they know he won't take.

you're a street rat from Gotham. you move into *the* Bruce Wayne's house. you hear about dick grayson, the prodigal son,the golden one. but there's another one, one that is a cautionary tale in hushed words. a blond man shows up for thanksgiving and speaks softly but he always seems like he doesn't fully fit. he's nice. he talks to you about books you've never heard of. you wonder who he is.

You see Dick looking at him with this sad but longing look when the man is turned away. Bruce asks how grad school is going and he says it's going good. Dick tries to relate with his college experiences but something he says kills the conversation somehow. Things are clipped and stilted between them but they still share a desperate hug at the end of the night. They make half hearted promises to do better at staying in touch this year. They don't.

Later you're on a case with Nightwing and you run into some guy in red with a sword. He's just standing there but Nightwing gets *really* agitated upon seeing him. This guy, Azrael, seems very disinterested in Nightwing but they appear to know each other very well. Nightwing tells you to stay back. Azrael sounds exasperated when he reminds him he doesn't hurt kids. Nightwing snapped that that didn't stop him years ago. Azrael says that was different. They almost fight but then back off and focus on the case which is odd bc you were sure this was about to get ugly. This tense clearly-they-have-history-but-will-tolerate-each-other thing continues for the rest of the night until Azrael goes too hard on the criminal of the hour and Nightwing gets into a full blown brawl w him over it. You try to break them up bc honestly from what you've seen Azrael seems like a decent ally aside from a few flaws but Nightwing is absolutely *furious* about this in a way you've never seen him act before so you don't quite know how to approach this. It ends when Nightwing manages to rip off the guys weird knight mask to reveal... The nerdy blond dude from Thanksgiving. Jean Claude, was it? And they both instantly stop. Scuffed up and breathing hard but showing no signs of hostility, almost as if there was never a fight at all. The Az guy seems confused as to why he's there and what's happening. He knows Dick's ID (not too surprising with the familiar way to was talking to the others but still. It's weird since Jason barely knows anything about him) and they seem more friendly w each other all of a sudden but Jason doesn't know what.. happened. How did they go from trying to strangle each other to this?

"What's- oh. Dick?"

"Hey, Jean Paul."

"I did it again, huh?" Weak laughter. "Where are we now?"

"Miller harbor."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

"Did I do that?"

"Nah, we were tracking some smugglers. One got a lucky hit and pushed me into some trash."

A lie. Jason had watched Azrael slam Nightwing's face into a wall himself. But he knew better than to speak up. Jean Paul clearly needed this little kindness.

"Ah... Okay..." He swayed sharply, none of the confidence and self assurance present in the posture of Azrael remained. He was just back to the regular, dopey guy Jason had met before now that the mask was lying flush on the dingy concrete. One that, judging by his face, looked like he might hurl soon.

"Do you want to come back with us?"

"No, no. I have a quiz in the morning. I have to be there for that."

"Ah. Right. Do you.. can I call you a cab?"

"No, it's fine."

Jason glanced between the two of them. This went unnoticed by his persons of interest. They were too busy avoiding looking at each other.

"I'll stop this," Jean Paul said, suddenly solemn.

"Yeah, okay," Dick replied, exhaustion ringing around the edges.

Had Jason missed something? Had they just had a whole conservation in the silence?

"Will you be at dinner on Saturday?" Dick continued, an energy suddenly injected about as naturally as a needle.

"Will you?"

(made in tandem w @msperfectsheep-posts )

sometimes JPV and Az make me so sad i have to send Bruce out to go get another ward

[lazycats-stuff]

I know the requests are closed, and I apologize, but this has been stuck in my head. Batfam x male brother reader where everyone thinks Reader is an actual angel, because of his soothing aura and voice. Everyone constantly wants hugs and love from Reader, and are always lookinh for him and fighting for his attention (even Alfred sometimes needs a hug when Bruce pisses him off). Bruce brings Reader to the meeting with the Justice League and everyone who comes into contact with Reader doesn't want to let him go, and they all want him to meet their loved ones and keep him as a new family member. Even the villains can't help Reader's voice and aura, as Reader gets kidnapped by the League of Assassins, and the villains of all the heroes, while Reader just comforts everyone like the angel they think he is.

Sorry if it's a bit long, love your writing.

Aw, (Y/N) being a comfort person. That's great person to have. But check on them as well. Sometimes they might need comfort too.

Summary: (Y/N) could be an angel in the disguise.

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, everyone likes (Y/N).

(Y/N) was one of a kind. Everyone in the family could agree on that. There was something calming and nurturing about him. And Bruce and the family loved that about him. They all thought that he was an angel in disguise. But in every single way of the word angel. He was their comfort person. Their light in their world of darkness.

Everyone was seeking his hugs, the physical contact and his soothing words. Bruce was now certain that angels do exist. And it was in the shape of (Y/N) Wayne. Bruce knew that they are lucky to have (Y/N) in their life, a person who is more than willing to give them that comfort they all clearly crave. And Bruce made sure to keep his youngest son happy.

But, also made sure that (Y/N) was okay. God forbid if (Y/N) gets sad. Jason would declare World War 3, Damian would begin psychological warfare and Tim would make sure to hack into every electronic owned by the person who hurt their brother. Dick would remain calm and would comfort their brother. And Bruce? Well, he would either turn the blind eye to the things that his sons are doing.

And if the person was someone that important... Well, he could pull a few connections. Not just as Bruce Wayne, but as Batman.

If it's a thing? Something that is not a person?

Well, the only thing they could do is comfort him, because they can't wage war against an object.

They found that out the hard way, anyway.

Now, while (Y/N) was on the couch, reading a history book he bought in a bookstore. He covered his lap with a blanket, simply enjoying the nice feeling of the comfy couch Bruce bought.

" Ah, master (Y/N). " Alfred came into the room, making (Y/N) look up from the book.

" Hey Alfred. " (Y/N) closed the book to give Alfred his full attention. Alfred leaned down and hugged his grandson, letting out a sigh of whatever was bothering him.

" Was it dad again? " (Y/N) asked as he patted Alfred's back.

" I swear, master Bruce grates on my nerves sometimes, " Alfred mumbled into (Y/N)'s shoulder.

" Dad can be like that, " (Y/N) stated, making Alfred chuckle.

" Yes, master Bruce can be like that. But not sometimes. I feel like it's all the time... " Alfred sighed before straightening up, smoothing out his uniform.

" Thank you master (Y/N). If you are in the mood for something sweet, I made you a cheesecake, your favorite. It's in the refrigerator, just to let you know. " Alfred patted his head before he left to do some of the duties that he had left.

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked up the book back up, picking up right where he left of. He got comfortable again, getting lost in the book yet again.

Bruce really wanted to keep (Y/N) at the manor. He wished so. But a maniac was on the loose that wanted to target (Y/N) and until he was caught, Bruce was going to keep an eye out on (Y/N). And if that meant brining him here, well then, so be it.

" Alright, you can stay here, in the lounge area. The fridge is full drinks and the cupboards should have snack, should you get hungry. It shouldn't be too long anyway. " Bruce ruffled (Y/N)'s hair, ready to go to the meeting room, but the heroes of the League beat him to it.

" Oh my, is that (Y/N)? We've heard so much about you. " Superman approached, shaking hands with him.

(Y/N) smiled as he shook hands with everyone, still smiling. And Bruce smirked as everyone was just drawn in to (Y/N)'s energy. Everyone hugged him at the very least once and they couldn't help but to go back for seconds. Bruce watched intently, making sure (Y/N) was comfortable.

Despite knowing he had no problem with setting boundaries, Bruce always taught (Y/N) that if he is not comfortable, he is allowed to say no. His boundaries and comfort are just as important, if not even more.

You should not be uncomfortable just to please other people. Bruce would not allow that.

Now Bruce wondered if the meeting was even going to happen now, since everyone, Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, Flash, Cyborg... If anyone else came in, they would be side tracked too. Beyond belief. No one would even get anything done if (Y/N) was here.

Bruce rubbed the space in between his eyebrows as he heard the talk of meeting the families of the coworkers. Bruce was going to just take (Y/N) and go home and perhaps lock him in the manor for the time being. Perhaps.

Maybe.

But then (Y/N) would get mad and that's not good.

Bruce couldn't allow that to happen.

" You know, my sons would really love to meet you. " Bruce rolled his eyes as he heard that.

Of course.

(Y/N) woke up with a big headache. He couldn't remember what exactly happened, because this was not his bed. He didn't have silk anything in his room. (Y/N) groaned as he buried his face into his hands, trying to stop the pain. What the hell? Did he hit his head? Did he slip and fall?

Flew down the stairs?

Kissed the floor?

His head snapped up as he heard the door opening and now he saw the room. Most definitely not his room. His room is not the size of a fucking modest apartment. His room is not this big.

He looked at the person who entered and it was Ra's. Oh hell no.

" Ra's, do what do I owe being kidnapped? " (Y/N) mumbled out as he put his head back onto a pillow, closing his eyes. " Did Damian or anyone else from the family piss you off? Or was it some other hero, but you want to spite dad? "

Ra's let out a chuckle as he approached and sat down on the edge of the bed, on the side where (Y/N) was lying down.

" No, no one made me mad. I simply wanted to see you. The word has spread that you are an angel of sorts. And while you may not be a deity, we've all heard. Sometimes, heroes are not that careful and they let it slip. I just had to see for myself. Besides, not the first time you've been kidnapped. " Ra's intertwined his fingers and (Y/N) wanted to swat at him, but he couldn't bear to even open his eyes.

" Do not remind me. Please and thank you. "

" How bad is your headache? I have some painkillers that will help you, " Ra's stated and (Y/N) just wanted to be knocked out and sleep without pain.

" Will it make me sleep like a log? " (Y/N) mumbled out.

" Yes, it will. "

" Then I want it. What did you do to make my head hurt? "

" Just some stronger sedatives. Don't worry, it will wear off. " Ra's stood up as he went to get the pills for (Y/N), just knew that Bruce was on his way to here already.

He knew that very well.

Ra's quickly offered (Y/N) water and pills. (Y/N) took them because Ra's doesn't lie and well, had Ra's wanted him dead, he would have been dead from the get go.

(Y/N) yawned as he settled back into the bed.

" Next time, give me a heads up. "

Ra's chuckled.

" But where's the element of surprise in that? "

" I still can't believe Ra's kidnapped you, " Bruce murmured as he hugged (Y/N).

" Mhm. Can you let me go? I want to go to sleep, " (Y/N) stated and Bruce stepped back, allowing (Y/N) to go to his room.

The boys were watching from the living room, watching as (Y/N) left to go to his room.

Jason stood up and went to accompany his brother to his room. Yes, they are that protective of his brother. Especially after all the kidnappings with the villains, it's nothing new per se, but it is still a scary time when your brother is missing and you have a nice group of suspects, but not when they can just disappear out of thin air.

" Are we sure we can't keep in the manor 24/7? " Damian wondered, crossing his arms.

" I'm sure Damian. (Y/N) has a life outside of the manor. " Bruce rubbed his temples, done with the night. And yet, he still had to go out on the patrol. Great.

" Well, lets get ready and lets go on patrol everyone. "

Hopefully, that will clear Bruce's head to a certain degree.

[10thmusemoon]

Rotating yueyuan where the light bulb goes off In SY’s brain first and he’s like, “wait DO you have feelings for yqy??”

SJ, being himself, immediately denies it in the most insulting way possible. To which SY’s response is to be pissed on YQY’s behalf and defend him until SJ snipes “sounds like YOU���RE the one with a crush.”

Hahaha what a gotcha moment!! Shen on Shen petty violence ensues!!

Except….this little argument is what has SY’s self reflection system booting up.

YQY is a reasonably handsome and nice guy! There’s no reason he should be single! Even he, a certified straight man, has noticed how certain fabrics cling to YQY’s form or the way he bites his lips when concentrating. Objectively! He’s a hot man! The kind that anyone would have wet dreams about at least once during a formative point in their lives! SY sure did!

But does that mean he likes YQY Like That? It doesn’t! It shouldn’t!

Except, well, shouldn’t someone? But no…thinking about yqy with someone else doesn’t quite sit right either. It would make the most sense for it to be SJ, after all he was YQY’s friend first. But after their mysterious little friend break up that neither seems too keen to talk about, and might not even be That Serious since yqy still helps SJ when called, it’s highly unlikely to be a thing. Which, rude! YQY is a dependable guy! Even if SJ is ‘mad’ at him, it’s normal to feel some affectionate for a guy like that!! Right??

Maybe he asks LQG about it, phrases it some kind of way that sounds like he’s asking if it’s normal to crush on an older male friend.

Lqg, who has crushed on yqy, sy, and now reluctantly LBH to the point that he possibly believes it to be a normal stage of friendship. “Yeah, doesn’t everyone?”

He rephrases the question again, thinking LQG didn’t hear the “male friend” part and gives up when the answer doesn’t change.

If he goes to airplane about it, SQH would be mean mugging from across the table, muttering something about how the heavens give everything to those least deserving. SY is pretty, rich, and has a line of hot babes trying to dick him down. The last thing SQH wants to do is make life easier on him. Suffering builds character.

“Idk bro, go ask Binghe, or better yet, Shen Jiu.”

Binghe is all on board, enthusiastically agreeing that yes it is SO normal to develop feelings for an older brother figure, perhaps even someone seen as a mentor. It DEFINITELY WOULDNT BE WEIRD for those feelings to be reciprocated, and they wouldn’t know until some one makes the first move, RIGHT!??

Binghe is practically crawling into his lap with how excited he is about this, it’s all very cute and actually makes SY feel a little better about the whole thing. Luo Binghe is leagues smarter than SQH and better at reading people than LQG. If a normal, hot blooded, young man like him seems to think this, then it must be true.

He gives binghe a head pat and delivers the final blow, “well if binghe seems to think so, maybe there’s something to it after all. I’ll let you know what he says after I confess.”

LBH’s inconsolable wailing is heard from down the street.

I think SY would try to check in with SJ one last time, just to be sure.

“You really don’t want to be with Qi-ge like that?”

“Stop calling him that,” SJ uses finger quotes derisively, “like that? What are you, a child?”

Without missing a beat, SJ goes back to the heavy book in his lap, pointedly turning a page. “Of course not, who would?”

A pause.

“Me.”

Somehow, SY doesn’t hear the kill bill sirens suddenly going off. He does, fortunately, dodge the book.

[ghostgirl-22]

artrick camping🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

GAY THOUGHTS?!!!!!!!!!

Very gay thoughts indeed!!

This time Pats getting all the attention. Art might be too jealous to share though

CW: 18+ NSFW Exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, not proofread

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It’s kinda perfect for a midsummer night. The kids are out on a two day trek to the big lake and waterfall with Adam, Cassidy and Ryan. Everyone calls them the real adults because they’re 25 and 26 and can handle all sixty kids between the ages of 10 and 13. That leaves the rest of the counselors with an evening to themselves.

Art is happy for the break, he’s half tipsy already. Lounging against a log shaped bench while the campfire he and Patrick lit, murmurs to life working its way up to full strength. The air is heavy, mildly humid with an occasional cool breeze. Fireflies are sparking in and out of existence while cicadas buzz loudly, their song making it feel like the trees have come alive.

Art is pretending to stare at the way the sunset has turned the sky a hazy brilliant shade of navypurple. Acting like the distant quarter moon is so interesting but really he can’t stop staring at Patrick’s body. Spread out in front of him, head resting on Art’s shoulder. He’s in short purple shorts, and a t-shirt, muscular thighs falling open shamelessly as he lights a cigarette. Art’s all tangled up in knots. It was only a kiss. One little three way kiss a few months ago and he can’t stop thinking about it. Who knew one a kiss could ruin his life?

“Fucking pretty out here,” Patrick says, after taking a huff. Oblivious to Art’s internal struggles.

“Aren’t you glad you came?” Art asks, not sure if he’s hiding it well but he’s really trying. 

“Yeah. Easy money. The kids are cool as shit. The other counselors are funny and fucking hot and I get to teach tennis all day. I shoulda come last year.” Patrick grunts. 

A couple of their fellow counselors, Chase and Ronnie are sitting across from them. Ronnie’s sipping his beer while Chase seems to be distracted for the same reason Art is. Mouth open gazing at Patrick’s thighs.  

“Yeah,” Art says. He sits up as Patrick holds out the cigarette so Art can take a puff. But yanks it out of reach just before Art can grab it. Chase giggles as Patrick does it twice more with a shit eating grin on his lips before Art gives up feeling too tipsy and slow to ever grab it. “Dick,” Art mutters.

That’s when Patrick chuckles and puts it straight to Art’s lips watching Art inhale as Patrick moves to lean on the bench next to him.

As Art takes a drag, two other counselors, Cameron and Dustin approach. Art swallows. He didn’t mind them last year but this year they’re kind of on his nerves. Especially Cameron. 

Sure they aren’t the only counselors that find Art’s best friend hot. Hell Art is used to that. Everyone thinks he's hot. Patrick’s all swagger and sex; firm and thick all over. Handsome and tall. So tall. He could be one of those underwear models if he felt like it. Art knows it. Everyone knows it. Even some of the campers long for him, little 12 year old crushes on the hot camp counselor they can’t have.

Of the other counselors, Cameron and Dustin are probably the worst and most ridiculous with their crushes. Hanging all over Patrick like he’s this meal they can’t wait to devour. And of course, Patrick loves the attention. Art is used to him showing off for girls, for Tashi. This summer he’s been leaving the girls alone probably because of her, but he doesn’t hesitate to do it for boys.    

Walking around half naked after sweating too much on the court. Letting some of his fellow counselors touch his waist as they lean in to ask him a question. Taking his time to pull his shirt back on if he ever pulls it back on. Walking with Art back to their shared cabin when training is done, his shirt draped over his shoulder, shorts sitting low. Leaving Art fixated on the curve of his back, the swell of his ass, his perfect abs or the dark trail leading down into his shorts. God. Art needs a break. He shoulda taken the summer to detox. Especially given everything that’s happened between them. But at least he knows Patrick won’t be at Stanford this year.

“What are you guys up to tonight, Zweig?” Cameron asks, he kneels down near Patrick and starts rubbing his thigh. Patrick just fucking lets him. Art glares at his hand, chewing the inside of his cheek. 

“I don’t know, maybe we’ll tell a few scary stories by the campfire,” Patrick says, playfully.  

“I’d be scared if you lost your shorts Zweig,” Dustin laughs and Patrick smiles.

“Scared you’d all fucking cream yourselves,” Patrick teases back.

“You should tell us a scary story about that, Patty,” Ronnie chimes in. “Like size and shape and everything.”

“You’re so fucking horny,” Patrick says, with a sly smile.

Cameron, who’s still sitting too close, leans in closer. Stupid huge grin on his face. “It’s fucking big, isn’t it?”

Patrick shrugs, gesturing down and Cameron slides his hands up his thigh, till he grazes it.

“Oh…fuck, lemme have a turn,” Cameron says softly. Art is just holding the cigarette, biting his cheek. So pent up with irritation and other things.

“Is it circumcised?” Chase asks.

”Come on guys, we’re just… hanging out,” Art interrupts, anxiously.

”But that’s so boring,” Dustin says.

“How bout truth or dare?” Cameron offers, sitting back on his knees.

”That sounds fun,” Chase says giddily from the other side. 

Patrick shrugs, he takes the cigarette back from Arts waiting hand. “Sure.” He says before placing it back to his mouth. Cameron licks his lips, slowly dragging his gaze off Patrick, he looks to Art.  

“You wanna play, Art?” 

Art doesn’t really support what Cameron is up to but he sighs and nods his head anyway. 

“Then you can start, truth or dare?”

”Truth,” Art says defiantly. 

“Boo,” Dustin says, settling on the soft ground on the other side of Cameron and the others laugh which makes Art feel the warm prickle of embarrassment. 

“Okay truth, you guys ever fool around?” Cameron asks. 

Art bites his lip. And Patrick turns to grin at him. It’s like Tashi in the hotel room all over again. Thankfully Patrick doesn’t go back to the jerking off story. “What do you think?” Is what he offers instead, his expression mildly amused. 

“Well,” Cameron starts. They all exchange glances.

“Everyone thinks you go back in the cabin and fuck all night,” Dustin finally says, his voice soft. 

Art feels his skin heating up and it has nothing to do with summer or the campfire. 

Patrick chuckles. “Mm you’re mistaking porn and real life. Come on, he’s my best friend, man…. We only kiss a little bit.” 

“Oh wow,” it comes from either Ronnie or Chase. Art isn’t sure because Patrick is looking at him, grinning. Art forces himself to smile but his insides feel all weird and there’s this twisted feeling of arousal settling low at the base of his stomach. He picks up his half empty beer can and takes another drink. Everyone thinks they fuck. Everyone thinks they fuck.

”Oh? Well. Truth or Dare Patrick,” Cameron says. He scoots closer, takes the cigarette out of Patricks mouth and takes a huff. Art doesn’t like him. Really.

”Dare,” Patrick says, of course. 

“I dare you… to show us how you kiss him.” 

Patrick rests his head on his shoulder. It’s darker outside now. The fires gotten stronger. Shadows dancing all around them, and it feels a little more feral. A little frenzied.

Patrick, never one to lose a dare, slides his fingers into Art’s hair, easily. Art’s drawn to him like a fucking magnet once his parted lips come close enough. He tastes like tobacco and mint, Patrick’s strong hot tongue licking into his mouth makes Art lightheaded immediately. 

God. And he’s hard, fuck. it happens so fast, he can feel his cock straining instantly, starting to leak just a bit.  

“Ohh…fuck,” someone whispers and Art feels even hotter. Of course Patrick would do this in front of everyone. He loves an audience.

He doesn’t stop it there. Patrick takes hold of Art’s face with both hands, thick fingers caressing his jawline, sitting up on his knees as he breathes in through his nose, deepening the kiss. 

Art can hear a whispered, “holy shit” as Patrick moves to straddle him.  

Their lips never separate. Art getting off to the feel of Patrick’s tongue thrusting in deep, licking all around. Art, too dizzy from drink and sex to do anything other than chase the sensation. Pawing helplessly at Patrick’s t-shirt, trying to get access to the heated skin beneath. Feeling up his hard body, muscular waist.  

It’s all fucked up in his head now. Patrick, his best friend. Patrick, the really fucking pretty boy he has wet dreams about. He can hear the sound of moaning over the crackling of the campfire and realizes distractedly it’s his own desperate voice. When the weight of Patrick’s body settles on his lap Art loses his mind a little bit. He can’t help hitching his hips up, gripping at Patrick’s thighs, heavy and solid. Hands sliding up too high he feels what Cameron felt, the full thickness of Patrick’s big hardened cock and he needs to moan. 

Patrick’s not much better, making these soft little growly noises against his lips. his big hands all over Art. gripping his waist. tugging his shirt up, pinching his nipples, dragging through the curls of his hair. The kiss feels like sex, Art’s head resting against the bench while Patrick thrusts his tongue in and out and in and out, and Patrick’s grinding and oh… oh fuck. Art won’t last for the solid weight of him, the slide of fabric against fabric, his perfect ass grinding up against Art’s cock, barely anything between them. 

Art is rubbing, rubbing all along the length of Patrick’s dick just to feel it… just to hear Patrick say his name, this strangled sound pressed between their lips. Each utterance building and building on the heat twisting and blooming all low in Art’s gut. “Mm, mm, yes.” He gasps. “Gonna… gonna…Oh my fucking god,” He groans, deep and guttural and then he’s coming so hard and so suddenly that his vision goes all black for just a moment.

Patrick’s not far behind, hand down his shorts now. Rocking against Art’s already spent and sticky cock, slippery wet and overstimulated. Wet spot spreading fast, all along the thin purple fabric of his shorts all while moaning and panting, hot heavy breaths in Art’s ear. Probably the hottest thing Art’s ever experienced. 

The other boys seem to agree. Cheeks flushed, heavy breathing, desire so naked on all of their faces. Art can’t help the distant hint of arousal that floods his tummy, knowing he’s part of the reason they’re all so eager. Ronnie’s got a palm down his shorts, rubbing idly. Chase is sitting cross legged, his thigh bouncing. Dustin takes a breath and adjusts himself. While Cameron is leaning forward, he’s put out the cigarette in the dirt, palms sliding eagerly over his thighs. “Oh Fuck… what’s a little kiss between friends,” Cameron whispers, softly.      

“Exactly,” Patrick hums as he finally catches his breath, rubbing his slick cum stained thumb along Art’s bottom lip. Art opens up without thinking about it. Sucking his thumb in barely realizing he’s doing it. 

Patrick watches him, grinning as he slowly pulls out and then puts it in his own mouth, biting down on it. Art stares at him as Patrick gazes at the rest of the group. All of them fixated on him. Wanting him. “So, truth or dare,” Patrick says smirking, “who’s next?”  

(Blah idk either lol 🤷🏿‍♀️)

[welcometothehornyjail]

I think Zoro and Luffy would fuck nasty styles, and I just kind want to watch. I just want to be a fly on the wall for whatever weird shit happens between those two freaks. I think Zoro would be super into doing kinky shit with Luffy’s devil fruit. I bet Luffy would want to find out how far he could stretch his dick down Zoro’s throat before he choked. There would probably be conquerers haki flying everywhere. Honestly I might not even be able to survive being within fifty feet of those two when they’re going at it for that reason. Zoro can probably take a lot too considering how he is in fights. Maybe they’d even fuck on the battlefield after a foght while tensions are still high.

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[81pastrys]

College!AU

Part 4 / 7

Summary— The boys want to cause mischief but she causes more

Warnings— mentions of cheating

A/N— nearly posted part 5 instead of 4 oops

Series List

The five of us run down the dorm hall, nearly loosing the pair leading. We come to a stop at Carlos and Charles dorm room. Lando and Max have their ears to the door. Giggling and small talk resonate through it.

“Mate where’s your key?” Lando whispered to Carlos. I could see Carlos think before breaking out a devilish grin and handing Lando the key.

I look to Oscar and we have the same stance and thoughts. “Let’s hope they have clothes on.” Oscar whispered.

“Why have experience with not?” I tease. His cheeks flush and we’re interrupted by the door being opened. I nearly speak up but realize that will not help him in the slightest. To be fair his friends just burst in on his ‘date’

“Charles.” Max drags out walking in first. I hear a ruffle of sheets and can’t help laughing. Oscar joins and we back up from the door.

“Who else is with you?” I hear Charles panic. That’s my cue to run. Before I do I look at Oscar with wide eyes. I start running and hear Lando laugh.

“Where are we going?” Oscar asked. He gets his answer when I stop at his door. It has ‘Osc and Lils’ on the door. Great. Amazing. Thrown in my face once again.

“Figured I’d walk you back, don’t seem the type for pranks.” I say through breaths, still recovering from running.

“Really not a good idea, Lilly might-“ The door opens. Fuck. I look at the girl, long, light brown hair and a pajama set that is way too revealing for comfort. “Hey baby.” He greets her with a kiss that she barely gives back. She looks me up and down before pulling Oscar in the room without a word spoken.

I walk down the hall to Lando and I’s dorm. I open the door and decide I need to shower. I grab pajamas, a towel, and start the shower. Midway I hear the now three boys enter, still laughing from their prank. I get out drying myself off and sighing.

I dress myself and return to my room, drying my hair still. Lando walks to my side, the other two following suit. “They were so about to fuck.” Lando burst out laughing. I give a light chuckle back and a weak smile.

“Where’s Oscar? Not in your shower huh?” Max asked teasing me. Carlos taps Max in the balls and he doubles over.

“Where is Oscar?” Lando asked, back to reality from laughing so hard. I give him a sigh and throw the towel in the hamper.

“He’s with ‘lils’” I say. They all look at me with guilty and apologetic looks. “Why do you all look surprised like I wouldn’t find out?” I ask.

They go quiet and look at each other. Lando scratched his neck nervously. “Well we kind of bet on it..” Max admitted. “Since you know now, it won’t work.”

“Disgusting all three of you.” I say. I was already pissed Oscar was basically leading me on but now I’m furious it was a bet. “You’re the one who told me he had a girlfriend!” I point to Lando.

Max and Carlos did not know that. “Mate you selfish dick.” Max said. “The bet was-“ Carlos clapped a hand to his mouth before he could continue.

“The bet was what exactly?” My attitude had reason now. The door open to the dorm and Charles appears from Lando’s side. “Charles what bet did you have on me?” Charles can’t lie to save his life.

“Fuck what did I walk into?” He sighed. Carlos didn’t let him continue, clapping his other hand against Charles mouth too. Lando looked guilty as all hell.

“I will sleep in my car if you don’t fess up right now Norris.” He sighed and looked to his friends.

“The bet was get Oscar to cheat or get you for myself.” He admitted. I scoff and decide I’m sleeping somewhere else anyway.

“You all need to grow up.” I say. I decide on something horribly worse than me sleeping elsewhere. I put on slippers and walk past the men. I walk out and slam the door.

I walk down the hall and knock. The same girl from earlier opens the door. “Can I help you?” She asked innocently.

“Yes actually, can I speak with you?” I ask just as innocent. She steps out and closes the door. “Oscar made a bet with his friends to cheat on you.” I walk away before she can respond and flip the group off when I enter the room again, slamming the door once again.

[bandbabe]

I’m trying so hard not to feel this rage in my soul for those girls who say “no one gets the arctic monkeys like I do” while talking solely about those videos of mr.snarl and 2014 leather clad aloof performances. because I understand not gatekeeping music, and god I loathe the thought of it. But I just can’t help but feel slighted by these girls who can be loud about their surface level affection for something that occupies a non-insignificant part of my brain. I think I must feel jealous that they can think about it in passing, while my soul gets consumed by tranquility bass hotel and casino, and my mind consumed by the story of the eycte music videos. How dare you be normal about a steinway and sons, how dare you never consider humbug

[restlesskeychains]

I absolutely adore your Hera design! Could you maybe draw some doodles of her?

Ofc! :D

Here she is, in all her glory :3

[hood-ex]

wait idk anything about the tevis’— why would tommy tevis call dick his son? would you be willing to give a quick rundown

After Dick failed to get himself incarcerated, he became an enforcer for a mob boss named Tommy Tevis. Tommy took Dick in and made him part of his family. Tommy considered him an honorary son and thought very highly of him.

Nightwing (Vol. 2) #107

He even told Dick that everything he had (his home, his reputation, his family, etc.) was Dick's as well. Lynette, Tommy's wife, told Dick that Tommy would let Dick do anything. The whole family loved Dick, including Tommy's 15 year old daughter, Sophia. Sophia actually had a crush on Dick, but Dick acted like an older brother to her, helping her with her homework and such.

While Dick was away from the family for a few days, the cops busted into the Tevis's home. Lynette got killed in the gunfire, Tommy got taken to jail, and Sophia got taken in by the state.

Dick, while mentoring Rose, broke Sophia out of the state home. He got Sophia to help him with the mob. Then, when Chemo fell on Bludhaven, Dick saved Sophia and left her with Amy. When they reunited at the hospital, Dick asked Sophia to leave the mob behind and join a boarding school.

So, yeah, that's Dick's relationship with the Tevis family.

[motleyfam]

So, in the fic where Tim gets his appendix out, Jason tells him that he usually freaks out before he gets put under, not after. Now that Tim knows, how would he comfort Jason? I'm thinking, like, imagine that Jason breaks his leg badly on patrol, so urgent surgery is in order. Would Tim try to prevent him from freaking out? How?

P.s. i said i a thousand rimes bur I love your works!! You're amazing!!

Ooh so I've actually answered a similar question pretty recently (although that was focused more on the needle aspect than the anesthesia/loss of control aspect which I headcanon to be Jason's main issue with being put under)

Honestly? I think Tim would be the worst family member to try to comfort Jason through something like this. Not for anything that Tim is doing right or wrong, just because anesthesia is something that really freaks Jason out, and his response to being freaked out is a) to angry cry, and b) to lash out at people. Because he knows this about himself, and he's also extremely protective of Tim, he tries not to let Tim see him when he's not fully in control of himself. So while Jason would totally be great in a crisis involving Tim, he does terribly when the roles are reversed.

BUT that being said, if Tim was the only one available, I think Tim would end up offering his hand to squeeze, and Jason would hesitate at first but eventually take it. He'd probably also be trying really hard not to cry, which Tim would very intentionally act as through he wasn't noticing because at the end of the day, Jason needs his dignity more than anything.

[grimst4rs]

i feel like the fact that regulus literally had a do not enter unless you have the explicit permission of i sign on his door and i feel like that says enough about him in itself

[monstrsball]

i don't know if i've said this or if that was just in discord but i simply enjoy pairing suga with people his friends will look at and go "... him?"

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Playing around with a rough comic style.