#incredibly irresponsible and just a dick move

[amiritefellas]

for some reason ublock and xkit anti-capitalism breaks the site, but the adblock in malwarebytes browser guard works. hm.

[ke2bann]

can we talk about ambulon real quick? because, damn, i don't know whether this guy is a chad with balls of steel, or an irresponsible idiot.

like, he used to be a decepticon. he abandoned his old life and joined the autobots instead. which is more than enough to warrant a visit from the djd. but it doesn't end there, no.

for whatever reason, he ended up at delphi. you know, the autobot medical facility on messatine. you know who else is stationed there? that's right, the djd.

first aid said that delphi is "a medical outpost at the edges of djd territory". and ambulon, who almost definitely is on their hit list, decided that apparently it's a brilliant idea to work there.

on one hand, i respect the fuck out of him. i mean, come on, what he did is the ultimate big dick move. the biggest "fuck you" he could say to the justice division.

on the other, what the fuck was he thinking? like, at this point, he's just tempting fate. there's this polish idiom that says "don't call a wolf out of the woods" - basically, don't stir up trouble and don't do risky shit, and i think it fits here perfectly, because it feels like ambulon is doing exactly that.

what would he do if the "wolf" (tarn and the rest of the djd) decided to answer? because i don't know about you all, but if i were tarn, i'd be pretty damn pissed if i found out that the autobot medical outpost, on my territory, is sheltering a filthy traitor, y'know.

what was ambulon's plan in case our favourite squad of professional sadists decided to pay him a visit?

by working at delphi, not only is ambulon putting himself in danger, but he's also putting his patients at risk. that's an incredibly irresponsible thing for a medic to do. not to mention that he's also endangering pharma and first aid.

just. what the fuck, ambulon?

[heartbeatan]

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 2)

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Chapter 2

Two days ago, you walked in on Chris and Stephanie. You had spent the next day visiting your lawyer, who was a friend of yours from college, preparing a formal eviction notice for Chris, since you weren’t common law and your name was the only one on the deed. When you pulled up to the tiny curbside firm, it was clear by the unsurprised and sympathetic way she greeted you that she had heard the news. You visited a realtor, who was also a friend of yours, and it was clear she knew too. Word had obviously spread around your circle of friends. Nonetheless, she started the paperwork to put your home on the market - since you wanted nothing more than to escape the image of the deflowering of your kitchen. You also went about canceling everything you possibly could cancel about the wedding, pocketing every last cent that hadn’t been put towards the deposits.

By the late afternoon, you returned to the hotel room - not daring to stop by your house, knowing Chris would be there waiting for you. Instead, you looked to your phone again to find your email inbox ransacked, which could only mean one thing… the mothers had been informed. They had clearly received some sort of hint of infidelity, but had somehow warped themselves into a mindset that you were somehow responsible, and even more so irresponsible for not telling anyone where you were. Chris and Stephanie had clearly been yapping to get ahead of the scandal. It baffled you how two people who betrayed you would so shamelessly air their crimes to the whole damn town. It was yet another prompt to just power down your device. Last thing you needed was some bullshit lecture on how to save face by continuing to live a lie. There was some relief in your inbox, however. Your rapid STD test came back clean.

You sprawled your body across the bed, groaning as your sore muscles and joints stretched over the flat mattress. You were exhausted, and mindless - yet you also found yourself to be incredibly restless.

You were afraid of that moment - the moment when you stopped moving, and would once again be alone with your own thoughts. You feared your mind would be swarmed with the images of what you had seen in your kitchen, or would obsess over every little detail of your past that your paranoia could twist into signs of this affair. You didn’t know if it had been going on for weeks, months, or years, or if you had walked in on a one-night stand. But it didn’t really matter, your soul didn’t seem to care. Surprisingly, instead of thinking about them, all you could think about was Jungkook.

You had told him you would be up there in three days. It was at least a day's drive to get to him, and you had wanted time to get your break-up affairs in order before you made the long trek. But laying there, ignoring the list of things you still had to do, all you could think of was how you could escape. How he could help you escape.

You looked at your phone again, now noticing the condolence messages flooding your inbox from the effects of the town’s gossip line. You ignored them too, and pulled up Jungkook’s number.

You didn’t call him this time, you decided on a text.

Y/N: Is it alright if I come tomorrow instead of Friday? 8:49 PM JK: Of course. Text me when you’ve got an ETA. 8:49 PM

You hesitated about what to say next - unsure of how you were supposed to sign-off after you rescheduled your revenge dick appointment. You settled on a thumbs-up, and decided not to care if it was the wrong answer. You were supposed to be out of this Tinder-esq stage of your life, so you balked at the idea of diving right back in and learning the day's latest formalities. When Jungkook replied with a winky face, you felt the corner of your lips tug into a faint smile. It was strange… you were used to smiling everyday… but in the short past 26 hours you had spent miserable, you felt like you had forgotten how to. But somehow, a simple emoji from a man you hardly knew was breaking you back in.

You looked at the clock. It was already dark outside, and Jungkook was at least a fourteen hour drive away. The wise thing would be to go to sleep, and leave first thing in the morning. But again… nothing you were doing was wise. You were impulsive, and angry, and vengeful… and restless…

Without thinking much about it, you peeled yourself from your bed, padded your way into the bathroom to take a shower - and within the hour, you were packed up and checked out of your hotel room, on the highway north towards Jungkook’s remote town.

You drove through the night, and stopped early morning at a discount store in one of the passing villages. You didn’t have much with you - just the clothes on your back, and the bag of honeymoon lingerie which you had picked up on your way back home when you discovered the affair. It had been mocking you the whole ride with its no-return presence. Regardless, if your night with Jungkook was going to go as planned, clothes weren’t going to be a necessity, so you didn’t need much. You grabbed some $8 leggings, a few $3 tank tops, deodorant, toothbrush, hairbrush, razors, and underwear. You would have liked to grab something sexy, but there wasn’t much the discount bins offered in terms of intimates, and your bridal lingerie felt too perverse to wear.

As you rolled into the final hour of your trip, a mysterious feeling began to crawl through your system. All the negative energy from home and your relationships had been chasing you the whole way down the empty highway. But it was like those demons were blocked by an invisible salt line that guarded the border into Jungkook’s county. You were no longer angry, or bitter, or sad. You were… excited. Excited in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Excited in a way that only the prospect of pure, uninhibited, no-strings attached sex could bring you. Like those first few times with that college fuckbuddy of yours - before you caught your agonizing feelings for him. In all these years, you hadn’t let yourself fantasize about Jungkook - even though deep down you wanted to. Thinking about him that way ironically felt like a betrayal to Stephanie. But now you could let those flood gates open. You wondered what kind of lover he was. Was he sweet? Rough? Both? Did he talk dirty? Have kinks? Did he like pleasuring women or did he use them like his personal fuck toy? What kinds of noises did he make when he slipped his cock into a woman? Did his body twitch and pulse when he came? As a person, he had always been such a mystery to you, and since Stephanie had never hooked up with him, he was a mystery as a lover as well - a mystery you were about to uncover. The purpose of fucking Jungkook was to leave Stephanie a jealous, spiteful mess on the floor, but it would be even more karmic if the man had the power to fuck you into forgetting she existed at all.

So, that’s how you found yourself parked on the shoulder of the highway, staring at your engagement photo, just thirty minutes away from Jungkook’s house.

you had another million missed calls, the most recent being from your step-mother. You hadn't heard a thing from your father, so you figured she was acting as his agent. He would be worried, you knew that, but he wasn't great at having difficult conversations, so you weren't surprised that she was the one calling you - but you were nonetheless disappointed. Before calling her back, you decided to check her last email to gauge where she currently stood.

It was a mistake...

She ranted about how you needed to forgive Chris, and how if you didn't, you would be expected to reimburse her and your father for all they had expended on your wedding - which was nothing... She must've been referring to hotel deposits and her dress.

"Bitch," you muttered into the car, just as a truck whizzed by you on the highway. You scrolled through a few more notifications, assessing their general context by the first few paragraphs which were visible from the homepage, but ultimately decided that you would continue to ice everyone out for a few more days. Then you came to the winky face...

Jungkook.

You hadn't spoken to him since the rescheduling the night before. That was probably stupid on your part. He likely expected you to arrive early evening, but since you had impulsively decided to drive through the night without sending word, you were now only thirty-minutes away, and he might not even be home, nonetheless awake.

You typed out a simple message, letting him know how close you were, then hovered over the send button as you questioned whether or not you should send it. You thought about finding another motel room and just holding up there until the afternoon – maybe take a well needed nap. You also thought again about just turning around and leaving this place and Jungkook all together.

Your phone sprang to life, as Chris' name popped onto the screen with an incoming call. You sighed, forgetting about your Jungkook dilemma, now focusing on the should-I-finally-talk-to-Chris crisis. What could he possibly say? Was he going to leave you for Stephanie, or was he going to try to make this right? How could he even begin to make this right? Did you want him to make it right? Had you worked out what you wanted to say to him?

After the fourth ring, you swiped the "pick-up" button, and put the phone to your ear. You didn't greet him, but you didn't really need to, because Chris' voice immediately began to call to you through the receiver.

"Y/N? Y/N are you there?" he asked repeatedly, his voice strained and remorseful.

Good, you thought. You were happy to hear his agony. Regardless, you felt the urge to hang right back up, figuring things could only go downhill from there. But you didn’t. Instead, you waited silently on the other end, feeling your breath begin to lengthen and tighten in a seething hiss. You didn't want to say anything, didn't want him to have the privilege of hearing your voice, but as he pleaded and begged for you to give him some indication you were listening, you eventually responded.

"I'm here."

"Babe, I'm so sorry! Please come home, I can explain everything."

You rolled your eyes. What on earth was there to be explained? He had sex with another woman, just a month away from your wedding. "You can explain now. You have 3 minutes."

He choked, a clear sign that he wasn't prepared to actually explain anything. "Please, we should talk face to face. I'll come to you, just tell me where you are - everyone is so worried about you."

You then felt a new rage bubble up inside. The only reason why “everyone was worried” was because Chris had the nerve to spread your humiliation across town before you even had the chance to process it. You swallowed, trying to keep your words from escaping your lips in screams.

"Exactly why is everyone worried about me, Chris?"

He paused again, hearing the venom in your voice, and realizing he was treading into dangerous territory he hadn't anticipated. "Because, um, they know you're upset."

"And how would they know I was upset, Chris? I certainly didn't tell anybody that you were caught fucking my best friend."

"I… we… We were just worried about you, that's all. We were calling around, trying to find out where you had gone so we knew you were all right.”

You felt your face heat. We. He was talking about him and Stephanie as a "we" now? On top of that, he was seriously suggesting you would become "unsafe" because of them? Like they had that sort of power over you? You were utterly insulted by the implication. If you could've teleported yourself in front of them both right then, you would show them exactly how "unsafe" you could become. But you couldn't...

You looked at your surroundings, appreciating the remote, frontier feelings you got from the old, tall green trees and rocky landscape before you. You were miles away from Chris, and Stephanie, and your stepmother, and everyone who either pitied you or blamed you. You were not far from a man whom you hardly knew, but somehow you knew he wouldn’t pigeonhole you into either of those categories... He just wanted to fuck - that thought made you smile and caused a naughty tingle to reverberate through your guts.

"Please, Y/N," Chris pleaded with you. "I love you. I want to marry you. This was just a stupid mistake. It only happened once and it'll never happen again, I swear. Just come home, and I'll answer any questions you have."

You placed the phone on the dashboard and set it to speaker. You then began shuffling through your bag to find your emergency makeup products. "I'm not coming home,” you announced. “I'm up north."

"Why?" he asked. The confusion in his voice painted a clear picture in your mind of the stupid look he currently had on his face.

"I'm visiting Jungkook. You remember him. Your brother's friend."

"Your..." he stuttered again. He was seriously confused now. That name would have been the last thing he'd have expected to hear. "Why are you visiting him?"

You flipped down the mirror and began inspecting yourself, applying a light stain to your lips. With your limited supplies, there wasn’t much else you could correct about your appearance, but pretending to fix yourself up felt like something a powerful, cold-hearted seductress in a movie would do, and that was the confidence you craved right then.

"Because," you chirped as you gently wiped away the errant line of your lip colour, "I called him."

The phone went silent, and you smiled menacingly as you imagined how tortured Chris was becoming.

He started to say one thing, then stopped, then tried to ask something else, then stopped, until finally he settled on asking simply, "Why him?"

You considered telling him the real reason: to get back at Stephanie. But you decided since Jungkook was also irritating Chris, you wanted to twist the dagger.

"I just really needed someone to talk to,” your tone was condescending, and laced with implication – just enough for Chris to understand that sex was a possibility, but enough nuance to drive him crazy wondering if you were really going to fuck another man.

“I didn’t think you two were friends,” Chris said after a beat.

“Well, it didn’t take a lot of convincing on his part. I guess he wants to get to know me better.”

The moment you said it, your insides began to flutter. You and Jungkook were going to get to know each other better – you were just going to get to know each other better in the biblical sense. The notion somehow granted you a modicum of relief from your anger, and replaced the gap with erotic excitement. You were now bored of this conversation with Chris, and you knew now that you weren’t going to be checking into another motel room.

“Please, Y/N, don’t do this,” Chris spoke slow, and his voice shook. You were impressed that he wasn’t angry, and glad that he was hurting. “We can fix this. I will do anything. I love you. Please just come home.”

You took a deep inhale, then exhaled long and slow. You really had no idea what you should be doing. Was turning the car around and hearing Chris out the "right thing to do?" Was throwing away your two-year relationship too rash? Was fucking another man for revenge too ruthless and reckless? You really didn’t know the answer to what you should do – but you did know what you wanted to do…

“Goodbye, Chris,” you said, clicking the end call button. Before Chris had the chance to call you back, you dialed Jungkook’s number, and were pleased when he picked up on the second ring.

“You on the road?” he asked, not bothering with the formality of a hello.

“I drove all night,” you announced without a hint of remorse. “I’m half an hour away.”

“Mm,” Jungkook hummed in amusement, and you weren’t quite sure what it meant.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, not at all. It’s a welcomed surprise.”

You bit your lip, unsure if he was flirting with you or pacifying you. “I just couldn’t sleep last night. I know, I seem insane.”

“No, you don’t,” he said. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want. I’m just… glad what you’re doing is working out in my favour.”

You bit harder on your lip as the corner of your mouth fought to wind up into a grin. He was definitely flirting, and it felt pretty damn good.

“Here I thought it was you who was doing me a favour.”

“Ha!” he laughed, and a part of you wished you were there to witness it. You hadn’t seen a lot of his smile over the years – but on the rare occasions that you did, you found it to be infectious. “Well… we haven’t done anything yet. So, how about you get here, and we can sort out whose reaping the greater benefits.”

Your face and shoulders scrunched as you felt the onset of a giddy blush. “Sure. I turn left at the mill, right?”

“Yeah. You want me to meet you so you don’t get lost?”

“No, no. I think I’ll be okay.”

“Alright. Call me if you need help and I’ll come find you.”

“Thanks,” you said, then paused as you once again wondered how to end your communications with this man. “See you soon then I guess.”

“Yeah. I look forward to, uh... seeing you,” he responded, rounding the words with salacious implication. Then he hung up.

You reached into your shopping bag for your deodorant, some wipes, toothbrush, and one of your new tank tops – desiring a costume change and a little freshening up in case you got to Jungkook’s house and things got hot and heavy quickly. Your phone rang a few more times while you did, and you ignored it. You didn’t care who was calling or what they had to say. You also didn’t care that you had flashed a pick-up truck full of redneck frat boys as you switched out your top.

Quickly enough, you were back on the road, powering along the highway feeling refreshed in every sense. Your bitterness was gone, your libido was in full swing, and your pits no longer smelled like you had spent 14 hours in a car.

The road into Jungkook’s house was basically a narrow, dirt path, and you had to drive rather slowly to avoid the potholes and forest debris – but it was difficult to keep a slow pace, since your heart was pounding a mile faster with each passing minute. You were relieved when you recognized the turn into his hidden driveway, and you felt your knuckles relax over the steering wheel as your car crested into the clearing, and his cabin-esq house came into view. You crawled the car into what looked like a parking space. You wanted to take another minute, or two, or twenty, to sit in your car and hype yourself up to just get out. But Jungkook would surely know you were there already. The front of his vaulted home was mostly comprised of floor to ceiling windows, which looked out over the lawn and valley far beyond the tree line. You already looked insane for calling him, propositioning him, then driving through the night – you didn’t need to become another untouchably sweaty mess while you physically and emotionally melted down in his driveway under the hot spring sun. So, you grabbed your shopping bag, which you had stuff with all your present belongings, exited the car, and walked up to his front door.

You stood on the stoop, staring at the door as you took another heavy breath, then reached forward to ring the bell. The house was quiet from inside for a long time, making you worry he was going to force you to ring the bell again. But eventually, you heard the soft padding of movement as someone crossed the floor towards the front door. You heard the click of the doorknob, the snap of the sticky weatherstripping as the door broke away from the frame, and then… he was there.

Jungkook, standing tall and solid before you, with every ounce of his sex appeal on display. He had changed in so many ways since the last time you saw him. His face was sharper and more masculine. His arm which was once covered in dainty tattoos was now covered from wrist to shoulder in an array of heavy ink and colour. He was bigger… everywhere. The simple act of holding his door open put his solid biceps and the veins that traced his forearms on full display. His neck was thicker, and the solid plains of his chest were noticeable beneath his plain white t-shirt. Hell, it was possible he even grew taller – you felt tiny in his shadow. His hair was longer than you had seen it before – almost shoulder length, the top half held back in the epitome of an artist’s bun, aside from long strands which acted as bangs to fall carelessly into his eyes.

You stopped breathing for a millisecond. Not long ago you thought you were nearly invisible to this man. Yet, in your time of need, this Adonis had invited you of all people to his home and promised you an exchange of unadulterated pleasure.

He looked you over, just as you looked him over – but his face gave away nothing, whereas yours you were sure gave away everything. He may have changed in many ways since the last time you saw him, but his impassive, signature nonchalance was still very much present. Or was it? For just a brief moment, your eyes locked, and you thought you saw heat burning behind his cool-guy visage. You really hoped that’s what you were seeing. Fucking this man would be great, you were sure, but being truly desired by him would be fucking magnificent.

After a silent moment between you - one you were surprised wasn’t at all awkward - he stepped aside, making way for you to enter his home. Without a word between you, you stepped across the threshold, and into the foyer as Jungkook closed the door behind you.

Go to Chapter 3.

[insertcoolermonikerhere]

Watching Into the Spiderverse.

Nine minutes in. I love the way Gwen moves, loved the introductory sequence, the way the colour blend and don't, the music cues and soundtrack, the backgrounds...

"I didn't join the band to talk about my feelings" / "I did."

"Tonight's the night we catch Spider-Woman." / "Oh, great."

"Explain to me how a guy with a forty-foot wingspan just waltzed into the [place name I couldn't understand (doogunheim?)] unnoticed?" / "Hey, it's New York. Everyone's got their thing."

"Look out for signs of Spider-Woman!" / "We found her." / "How's the manhunt for me going?"

"VULTURE!" [...] "... Screaming their name usually works."

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Eighteen minutes...

Music cues! Again! Miguel's theme reminds me a little of the Prowler. The Vulture's design is incredible. I love the paper-parchment feel of it. The arrows turning into folded paper cutouts? Very cool.

Hammerspace is my new favourite word actually.

Gwen, baby, that's gotta be a hell of a concussion.

Miguel O'Hara more like Miguel O'Ass Fat. dude could be Dick Grayson under that mask.

Lila!

Spider Mommy...

The canon? Or the Canon?

UHH WHAT THE FUUCK WERE THOSE TEETH DUDE

Yikes yikes yikes ACAB. But seriously, how long have you been chasing this Spider-Woman? How long have you thought that she killed your daughter's best friend. Why is your first question about her supposed dishonesty? How does she not know you won't just kick her out or turn her over, how is she supposed to feel safe telling you if you have been out for blood? And for how long?

The colours. Again. THE COLOURS

"Okay. Knock yourself out." / "Why are you saying it like that?"

"Will you adopt me." / "What?" / "What?"

"I'm a good guy!" / "You don't look like a good guy."

"You're in this to help people, right? Right?" (There's so much desperation here. She's hurting, a lot.)

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Twenty three minutes.

Miles is as idiotic as ever. I love the animation shifts. The Spot is the character ever.

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Thirty four minutes.

Spot gives wet cat.

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Minutes number forty four and damn I wish whenever my dad started yelling at me in an public setting someone would turn up the background noise to drown us out that would actually be. Awesome.

Miles is a bit of an ass. I don't really like him in this movie so much? I get that he has a lot on his plate, but he's reckless and irresponsible and doesn't actually cover for himself in any sound way.

Walk of shame (after parental discourse that you lost painfully because you can't articulate why they're hurting you and they won't listen in the first place and neither of you understand each other but you just know it's getting worse rather than after a one night stand)

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Minute forty six

GWEN STACY!

OH GOD NOOO I would have thrown her out on her ass if she'd touched my shit like that

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47:46 nice call back to movie no. 1

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Gwen if you've been with them for that long why only reach out to Miles now?

Oh okay

The audio sounds really tinny

What, so Miles loses his Converse & jacket, but Gwen gets new shoes? Ballet slippers worked for her though?

Gonna cut it off here and come back later with a full like. rant idk??

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Any hcs for what it would be like being best friends with each of the papas?

Oooooh, this will definitely be super interesting! We don't get enough friendship dynamic with them, so this was very fun to write! :)

Also with the emphasis on BEST friends, because being close to them would unlock a more deeper side of them. So this ended up being more platonically focused than fun. Hope that's ok! I accidently brought real emotions into this! XD

Being Best Friends with the Papas

Papa Nihil: It really depends on when you are friends with him. His younger years are so much more wild and superficial than in his state now. Younger Nihil didn't have many close friends. He had acquaintances, party buddies, people whose name he has no idea but knows they know where the fun is! Being his best friend back then either meant one of two things. One, you were the friend of the week he loved to hang out with until he was bored and moved on. You still got to hang around, you just weren't his focus anymore. Or two, you were his ACTUAL friend that eventually had to cut him out because he was selfish and irresponsible.

But in his later years, he's much more settled and lonely. You weren't expecting to be his close friend, it just kinda... happened. You were trying to volunteer to help assist the Grandpapa and he just latched onto you. You don't mind. Despite being a raging dick to many people, he is courteous and happy to speak with you. It started out asking about your day and wanting to chat about life. You found he loves to chat! Then he asked if you would watch movies with him. Not as a date but he doesn't have anyone to really watch them with. Soon you were a regular guest and not just his assistant. Often times you suspect he views you as a deeper friend than you feel about him.. and that's fine for you.

Papa I: Many find Papa to be intimidating or assume he's very intense all the time. It's thanks to his dedication to his position and how intimidating he can be. But you're one of the people who took a chance and got to know the eldest Emeritus brother. Your friendship started off as a polite yet strong working relationship. But when you spent more time with him and engaged in more conversations you found he was an incredibly intelligent and thoughtful gentleman. Many kept their friendships with him as a strictly academic or professional one, but you two were able to bloom something personal.

You have confided many personal troubles and thoughts to him, and he has guided you. But there came a time you were able to speak as emotional equals... and he never forgot that. You find friendship with him is very calming and stable; something you both craved. While you are invited to parties and other celebrations, you are more called for for a cup of tea and bird watching. Or a stroll in the gardens as he asks you to keep him company as he tends his succulents. Many assume you were intimidated into staying his friend, but you love talking to him. You always laughs and walk away feeling seen and heard. And he hasn't admitted yet, but he's very grateful for a wonderful person to share his friendship with. You also get many small gifts from his garden and ritual supplies he prepares himself!

Papa II: You are one of the very very very VERY few people this man would actually trust. Even as a Papa, Ministry life is dangerous. And he also has a duty to guard his bloodline's secrets and magic. What's more, to him you are a confidant. Someone he knows he can rely on during the best and worst times in life. You have done everything with him from the heavy partying to helping through a hang over. You've seen him at his peak and at his very lowest. While he doesn't exactly give you more praise or some type of platonic shows of affection, you have his respect. And that's an honor only a handful of people ever have.

You are someone he can work close with, so he often comes to you for your opinion on matters. Both personal (though rare) and through ministry life. Papa likes your company so you get invitations to dinners, parties, and the high honor of joining him for a drink and some jazz records. You get to see Papa at his calmest and see the personality of his actually get to shine through. Some might confuse your friendship as very casual, but you two have an unspoken strong bond that no one can compare. There's always that knowledge of this is a man who would fight for you because he knows you would do the same thing.

Papa III: Like many things with him, your friendship was a whirlwind happenstance that you still aren't even sure HOW it happened. It started as him literally adopting you as a casual friend to being one of the closest people in his life. It started with how most of his friendships do. He just starts talking to you and when you have enough in common and entertain him in some way, he decides to keep you. You were invited to sit with his posse, parties, and then outings and lunches. The more he spoke to you personally, the more he found he adores you and how you think. That, and how authentic you were. For a while it was tons of good times and trips. But it grew to be more.

It's no surprise eventually you got his guard down with years of honesty and undying loyalty. That's how you came to learn how very complex of a person Papa is. He's vulnerable, self conscious, selfish, and very very lonely. But he doesn't feel that with you. What made it hit how much he trusted you was when he was forced to retire and you saw him.. cry. He never cries in front of others, never drops that princely image. But with you? He feels safe. You've spent countless nights helping pick him off the floor or just sitting together. Talking through the turns of life. Papa trusts you deeply and feels he can very much tell you anything.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: You wouldn't exactly say Copia DIDN'T have friends. But he's never been a man that needed very many. You have been one of his best friends for years, before he became Papa. Hell, you were friends before he was ever considered for Ghost! Copia's circle is... was very small and intimate. So you got to experience all of his authentic self. Every dorky moment, every time he got a promotion, and every time he had a spare moment from work to come have lunch with you. Likewise, he was fiercely loyal to you. You were each other's rocks. If it wasn't finding a book or a new cheesy horror flick you both liked, you were holding each other up from the difficulties of life.

While you wouldn't describe the changes as terrible, they are just that. Change. You see him less but you are so proud of him. And Copia still makes time to show you how much you mean to him. When he's free and needs to sneak away, he calls you. Papa still makes time to do all the fun things you love. And above all, you are who he trusts in this new fickle sea of admirers and people who want to use him. He also tries to make it up to you with lavish gifts for being his friend. But you don't want that... You're just glad he hasn't changed for the worse.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

I don't know if you've done anything like this yet but could you do a Jason todd x reader where they're in a secret relationship and are hiding it from every for some reason. But they're teenagers and like super horny so they're doing it somewhere (maybe the titans base?) And someone walks in on them and they have to bribe them not to tell anyone?? Just thought it would be funny.

✦ pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

✦ smut warnings: dry humping, teasing, vaginal touching, riding, penetrative sex, getting caught, dirty talk (kind of? idk jason's a little shit, we know this)

✦ word count: 636

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With you sitting comfortably in Jason's lap, his hands sprawled over your waist and chin resting on your shoulder; you knew the two of you shouldn't be trusted with actual watch duty. Dick had put you and Jason in charge of watching the monitor in the base to search for any signs of the bad guy.

It was incredibly irresponsible, you know that, but you couldn't help but tease him with your ass. You slowly and subtly shuffle against him, teeth sinking in your bottom lip.

"[y/n]," his voice is low as he figures out what you're up to. Jason presses a gentle kiss on your neck.

"what?" You ask, pretending to be innocent. His arms pull you closer to him, fingers trailing along the hem of your pants. He's playing your game, and he's winning.

His name is all you can breathe out. Jason chuckles against you, lips gliding up your neck as his finger push inside your panties. Your hips roll against him, wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck you — ravish you, destroy you. You turn your head, and almost instantly, his lips meet yours. It's a messy kiss, a mesh of teeth, tongue, teasing, and pure eagerness. To say it had been a while would be an understatement. It was hard to get some alone time when you live with so many other people.

"Jason," you breathe again, waves of pleasure rushing through you at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks, hands already pushing your pant down to your knees. It's almost embarrassing how much you need him right now — you know how much pleasure he derives from knowing how easily you become putty under his touch.

"I'm always a good girl," you tease, grinding your ass against his crotch. You stand briefly and turn around, taking your pants off before working at his. He pats his lap, and you sit back down, back to his chest. You shiver as his breath fans over your shoulders.

Gliding his cock against your folds, both of you whine at the teasing movements — the assigned job long forgotten about. Jason's fingers hook under your chin and turn you to face him. His lips press to your as you sink on down on his cock.

"Such a naughty girl, huh? Riding me during a very important mission," his voice emphasising the last few words, and so low and rich with lust, you were sure you'd lose it right this second. All you can do is whimper in response and work at fucking him with your dripping pussy. His nails dig into your skin, lips hungrily kissing your neck as he thrusts up.

"Jason!" You exclaim, body almost jolting forward from how hard he's fucking you. Your hands cling onto the edge of the table, careful not to press any buttons that'll fuck everything up. Jason uses this position to thrust faster, moaning loudly at how good you feel around him.

You lean against his chest before repositioning yourself, so your front is facing him. Your hands grip his shoulders as you sink down on him again. Your hips move at a quicker pace, both of you using each other's bodies to muffle moans.

"Hey, how's every—Oh my god!" You heard Gar say from the doorway. You look up and notice him turning away.

"I'll give you $50 not to tell," you already start to bargain.

"That's my girl," Jason chuckles, winking at you before turning to face Gar, who stands at the door, still mortified. "I'll double it."

"Did you really have to do that here?" He groans, "look, just put some clothes on and meet me in the living room," he rolls his eyes before closing the door.

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Kinktober Day 3 - Facefucking/Breathplay

Kinktober Day 3 - Facefucking/Breathplay w/ Fem!CEO!Reader x Secretary!San

Summary: San almost gets you in trouble at work, so you decide to teach him a lesson.

CW: boss/employee relationship, cunnilingus, facefucking, punishment, breathplay, degradation, name-calling dumbification, mentions of San being a bratty boi, reader is a meanie, exhibitionism/risk of being seen (listen they're being extremely irresponsible okay), miss kink, San is called princess because he is a princess and you can't change my mind, soft ending because I can't help myself, spit kink.

A disclaimer: the narrative assumes that everything that happens has been agreed on and negotiated beforehand.

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The way your secretary is looking up at you with his innocent doe eyes fuels the fire within you, wanting nothing more than to see him completely ruined. The floor-to-ceiling windows in your office make it incredibly easy for someone to be able look in and see San on all fours worshipping your pussy.

Today he had decided to misbehave as much as he possibly could, sending you dirty pictures, telling you he doesn't care what you're doing, that he needs you right now and doesn't want to wait, all throughout an important meeting that he knew you had to be at. It was about time you put him in his place.

His face is a complete and utter mess, makeup smeared all over the place, slick with your cum and his own spit from all the previous rounds of you using his face to pleasure yourself.

"God, you look like a cheap whore."

You laugh when he pouts his lips, making him look even more pathetic in his current position. Grabbing some of his dishevelled hair, you yank his head towards your chair, pulling him right against your pussy, your legs holding him in place. His tongue laps at your clit as you grind your hips into his mouth, making you groan in pleasure.

"Fucking hell, I knew I kept you around for a reason, so good."

San tries to say something but his voice is muffled by your cunt, a series of breathy, incomprehensible mumbles coming from his mouth instead.

"What was that, princess? Can't speak? You sound so stupid."

He pulls away momentarily to breathe, instinctively wanting to try and fix his face and hair a bit, but he knows there's no use in trying to look all pretty now.

"You're a stupid little slut, say it."

"I'm a stupid l-little slut!" he cries, "Just wanna please your pussy."

He feels a slight sting of pain in his scalp when your grasp on his hair tightens, pulling him back between your legs, thrusting your hips again as you control his head the way you want. He can't even keep his spit in his mouth with how fast he moves his tongue to try to keep up with your movements, making even more of mess all over his face.

"Maybe this will teach you to not run your mouth and act like a brat anymore."

San struggles to breathe as you hold him in place against your cunt, his face turning red, muffled noises becoming more and more desperate. You let go of him and he gasps for air.

"Come on, surely my cumslut can do better than that? Such a whore for my pussy and yet you can't even take it, pathetic. Maybe I should just put you on my desk and use your little cock instead? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He moans in response to your question, although you don't give him a chance to answer properly before going back to fucking his face, picking up speed as you feel your orgasm getting closer. He can't help but palm his dick through his trousers, a wet patch already forming in the crotch, since he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Don't you dare. You can forget about getting to cum at all today, and probably not tomorrow either."

Reluctantly he removes his hands, placing them on his thighs. His eyes meet yours, and sadistically you pinch his nose together, making him unable to breathe through his nostrils. The pleasure from his tongue repeatedly flicking across your clit along with your thrusts against his face builds up inside of you, bringing you to orgasm.

"Good fucking boy." you praise, bucking your hips as you cum intensely, San scratching at your thighs in desperation.

You tug him away from your now soaked cunt, finally letting him breathe, he's gasping for air but all you do is smile sweetly at him.

"Thank you, miss."

He gets up from the floor, sitting himself on your lap.

"Now my pants are all dirty..." he pouts.

Wrapping your arms around his body, you lean in to place a kiss on his forehead, "It's almost time for you to leave anyway. Come on sweetie, I'll go home with you."

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Boyfriend Dreamies ☁️

Contestant: Lee Donghyuck

🌻get right into this. don't call him Donghyuck or even Haechan. this man will dramatically claim that you don't love him, and it will be the full works.

🌻I mean pouting, sulking, you know that little glare he gives the members when they tease him? that exact look. full silent treatment until you finally give in and call him baby, sun, or bear. he'll still be dramatic afterwards, but will force you to cuddle him and give him lots of attention

🌻he has two different dates in mind

🌻date number one is taking you out to a restaurant, dressing up incredibly nice just to take you to Applebees just because he wants to show you off. these are majority of time randomly planned, he just texts you date at 6, dress formal 😘🥰would even convince one of the managers or one of his 127 hyungs to drive you two around for the night

🌻date number two is getting takeout, and playing video games all night. we know how this man thinks and that he loves his video games, combining his two favorite things you and video games is all this man could wish for. overwatch and valorant are two negatives as he gets wayyyy tooo competitive and you frankly just aren't the best player compared to him. so your chosen game is Mario kart or party, or occasionally you convince him to play animal crossing or the sims with you

🌻granted, if you convince him to play the sims with you, he spends most of the time just creating his character to look "exactly" like him (looks nothing like him) and forcing him to play videogames 24/7, and in animal crossing he'll happily stroll around behind you as you pick berries from the trees and talk to your villagers.

🌻either way both date nights end with sex. when you're playing video games and staying in he'll convince you to cockwarm him while you both play. this is 100% a set up because whenever he's losing he'll move or thrust up into you so that you lose your focus. you'll figure out what he's doing and will return the favor which ends up in the two of you just having sex

🌻when you go out, he'll definitely tease you for most of the night out, until you practically jump in the back of the car (which has caused Doyoung, and Mark to swear off ever driving you around, while Johnny and Jaehyun know to never take their eyes off the road.

🌻deeper on intimacy with this man, he is selfish. everything he does is truly just for his own pleasure, but don't think that means he's bad in bed. this man knows exactly how to touch you to make you sensitive which gets you out of the picture, so then he can focus more on himself knowing that you've already cum three times before he's even put his dick in you

🌻in love with marks. can't get enough of them, but since the makeup artists and managers both yelled at him for it since he "accidentally" let you give him some on his neck the night before a concert he makes sure to cover you with them.

🌻will spend a good thirty minutes just sucking bruises along your neck, thighs, hips, chest anywhere that he can place them.

🌻jealous, incredibly jealous.

🌻with certain members of 127 he won't find a problem with you talking to them. Taeil, Taeyong he knows that they would never let it go further than friendly chatting. absolutely knows that nothing could possibly happen with most of the 127 members.

🌻Mark and Jaehyun however? he will get very jealous. will wrap his arms around your waist, or place a kiss on your cheek. it's not that he doesn't trust you or them, but the irrational part of him sees those two as competition, especially due to Mark being SM's golden boy, and Jaehyun being seen as the most attractive member he'll feel some type of away, especially because flirting comes second nature to Jaehyun.

🌻despite his jealousy he is the sweetest boyfriend. always takes care of you despite a little bit of teasing, give you his jacket if it's cold outside (not without also talking your head off about being irresponsible for forgetting it)

🌻the rare occasions he convinces you to stay the night at the dorm will do everything he can to make sure you're comfortable. despite him trusting his hyungs, he will make sure that none of them step out of the line, that they keep their shirts on and don't make too many racy jokes in front of you.

🌻the morning afters is spent talking softly, planning your day together or planning the next time you'll see together. his favorite cuddling position is laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest. sometimes he behaves himself in this position, placing sweet kisses on any area of skin that is available, other times he'll let his hands slide over your hips and waist, if you get upset that he's handsy he'll just smile sweetly at you in order for you to let it go

🌻10/10 slide me one of him

[rawdogmeharry]

Hey idk if you already have, but is there a continuation from Old Man ?! Do the handcuffs make an appearance ?👀👀

old bones [part 2 to old man]

or, the one where Harry’s older but still manages to break Y/N’s back like no other.

by popular demand, here is old man part 2!!! for part 2 I decided to be a horny bitch so I just spat out 3.9k words of smut SJNSUWNN hope ya’ll enjoy you horny sluts 

oh btw, I posted my writing on wattpad as well!! if you prefer reading on there you can check out my profile @ igotzaddyissues, the book is the only one on my profile and it’s called ‘harry styles one shots’  

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"Are y'thirsty, baby?" Harry asks, plomping Y/N down onto the kitchen island on her bum and softly stroking his hands up and down her thighs.

"Can I have a water, please?" she rasps out, finding it kind of hard to speak after the inhuman moans and screams she‘d let out in the car on the way back home.

A very interesting ride back to their house. Interesting, indeed.

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15 minutes earlier. 

"Fuck, you look so hot spread out for me like that." Harry nearly moans, looking over at Y/N whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road. 

She's sitting in the passenger seat of his Range Rover, her Louboutin clad feet planted firmly on the dashboard with her pants and panties thrown carelessly onto the backseat, as per Harry's request.

She’d quickly shed the clothes from her lower half as soon as Anne’s house was out of their peripheral vision and her fingers had gone straight to her pussy.

“Yes, like that, baby. Rub it slowly. Just like that.” Harry takes one of his hands off the wheel and slowly starts rubbing his hard cock through his pants, teasing himself by lightly feathering his pointer finger up and down the length of it.

Y/N softly groans, making a V out of her pointer and middle fingers, dragging them between her cunt lips and squeezing her clit with her knuckles when they pass it.

“Fuck, put a finger in y’little pussy and gimme a taste. Can’t wait any longer.”

Y/N slides one of her digits in and feels relief of finally having something inside her cunt, even if it’s just a finger. She thrusts it in and out a few times and leans over the center console to give it to Harry.

Harry takes his hand off his cock and grips Y/N’s wrist, keeping his eyes on the half empty highway and sucks her finger into his mouth. Immediately, he groans out an animalistic sound from the salty, yet citrusy taste of his lovie’s pussy, wanting nothing more than to drown himself in the taste.

He decides in that moment that if he was on deathrow and had to choose a last meal, he’d pick Y/N’s cunt.

Y/N takes her digit out of Harry’s mouth ,watching a strand of saliva connect it with his tongue. The saliva breaks when she gets it a far enough distance away from his mouth, and leans over once again to lick it off. Harry feels the wetness of Y/N's tongue on his chin, feeling the pointed tip drag up the little bit of saliva and collect it to her own mouth. 

"Do I taste good, daddy?" she asks, looking up at him with little devils dancing in her eyes.

"You taste fuckin' amazing, baby. Gonna keep m'tongue in y'cunt for the rest of the night when we get home. Now sit back in y'seat. Don't want you flashin' anyone else but me."

Y/N listens to Harry and sits back down in her seat. She supposes they're acting kind of irresponsible right now. She's got no seatbelt on and keeps moving around the front of the car, distracting Harry from the road ahead, but her mind is clouded. The only thing on it in this exact moment is Harry and the thorough fucking she's going to get the moment they step foot into the house. 

Harry is a responsible driver, she's learnt, and she knows if she was too distracting or he couldn't continue focusing on his driving, he wouldn't put either of their safety at risk and stop immediately.

"Did I tell y'to stop playin' with y'cunt? If you don't cum two times by the time we're home, you're gonna feel the punishment fo' three weeks."

Two times, Y/N thinks. Two times and they've nearly driven half of the way. She doesn't think she's gonna be able to do it, but fuck, she doesn't want to be punished. She's got yoga classes for the upcoming two weeks every morning and they're already paid for. She doesn't think it'd be very efficient to simply not go because of her bruised ass and thighs that shake everytime she stands up.

"Okay, daddy," she whines out and lifts her legs up to her chest, taking two fingers and rubbing them around her weeping hole, getting them wet. She slides them in and pumps them in and out, scissoring them periodically and feeling her heartbeat rapidly quicken.

"Fuck," Harry whispers. He returns his hand to his cock and rubs it in the same motions as before, but that doesn’t last very long because he decides he doesn’t want to feel his hand, he wants to feel Y/N’s tight, velvety pussy wrapped around his dick raw.

He can’t to it right now—well, technically he can, but that’s way too dangerous— so he chooses the next best thing.

He spits onto his middle and ring fingers, leans his arm over to where Y/N is slowly pumping her own with her head thrown back and eyes closed out of pleasure. Harry roughly takes her hand away from her cunt, and the moment she’s got her digits out from the force, Harry immediately has his spit soaked ones in.

And Harry doesn’t start slow, or stop to stretch her out atleast a little bit because his fingers are noticeably thicker and longer, but goes in straight for the little pot of gold—starts thrusting his fingers at the speed of light, rubbing the tips of them right at the spongy spot deep in her cunt and hearing the squishy sounds it’s making from progressively getting wetter.

“Fuck, Harry—oh my God,” Y/N squeals, not expecting something so intense to happen so fast. She starts holding onto the edge of the black leather seat for some sort of stability and feels the fire boiling at the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Y’like that? Daddy makin’ you feel good?” Harry indicates that he’s switching lanes and starts to get off the highway, their home getting nearer and nearer with each mile.

“Daddy, fuck—yes! Just like that, right there,” Y/N pants out, feeling so close to the edge but far away from letting go. She feels something else coiling somewhere deep in her body and she swears she’s never felt anything like it before. “Don’t stop, daddy, I’m so close.”

“I’m not stoppin’, baby. C’mon, let go. I’ve got you. Cum all over m’hand.” His fingers haven’t faltered a single move and the amount of Y/N’s juice dripping down his arm is incredibly hot.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Y/N screams out, fireworks dancing behind her closed eyelids and goosebumps littering the every patch of skin on her body.

She hears a loud gushing sound and something like liquid hitting surface. Y/N feels ten times lighter than before, but when Harry doesn’t stop the thrusting of his fingers she’s shaking all over again and feeling the same additional weight of something pressing down onto her and begging to come out.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” Harry moans and feels Y/N’s wetness trickling in little streams of droplets on his arm, wetting his shirt, the seat and reaching as far as the dashboard. “You just fuckin’ squirted, baby. Fuck, been keepin’ it in all night, huh? Gonna gimme some more?”

Y/N wants to feel embarassed but she can’t because it was so fucking hot. She knows she’s gonna go shy and her cheeks are going to blush everytime Harry mentions it, but right now she feels zero of the embarassment and all of the horniness.

“Fuck, y-yes daddy, I think I can,” her limbs are shaking as is her voice, and she definetely didn’t think she’d be able to cum twice during their drive home, but after feeling what she just felt, she’s starting to think it’s quite possible.

When Harry feels a cramp in his arm, he still doesn’t dare stop. Seeing Y/N squirt was the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen and he desperately wants to see it again.

He continues the fast pace of his fingers and feels his lovie shaking inside out. He literally feels vibrations coming from inside her cunt from the continuous stimulation he’s giving her right after her first orgasm. One down, one to go.

Y/N starts moaning obscene moans, briefly opening her eyes and seeing that they’re barely a mere two minutes away from their home. She actually starts screaming when Harry thrusts his fingers in an up and down motion, constantly rubbing on her spongy spot. 

Harry’s really trying to concentrate on the road, but seeing his Y/N in the state she’s in is making his focus switch priorities—giving Y/N and her pleasure the first place.

Her eyes are watering once she opens them again, and when she looks over at Harry, the sight is what makes her break over the edge and start gushing all over the front of the car again—his jaw clenched tightly, a few veins looking more prominent on the side of his neck and the one hand on the wheel looking like her favorite necklace. 

“Fuck!” she squeals, thrashing around in her seat and feeling tears of pleasure rolling down her face. “D-daddy, stop, I-I can’t anymore,” Y/N mutters out in a raspy voice, trying to close her legs and lock her thighs around Harry’s fingers which are just softly massaging her wetness around and into her pussy now. The overstimulation made her mind hazy, and she couldn’t tell you what 2+2 was right now if you asked. Although, the soft rubbing on her clit feels kind of relieving after the mind-shattering orgasm she just had, even if it makes her quiver all over.

“Tha’s m’good girl, baby. Did so well fo’ me. It’s okay, baby. We’re home now. Gonna take such good care of you, m’love,” Harry coos, feeling kind of smug after making his lovie squirt twice while also driving. He soothes her trembling body with sweet words and promises of taking care of her the moment he puts the car in park. The feel of her velvety cunt lips slick with her wet arousal on his fingers makes his cock throb so much that it hurts. But it hurts so good, he thinks.

Harry’s pulling into the driveway when he slowly drags his hand away from Y/N’s pussy. Once the car’s engine and his seatbelt are off, he leans to the glove compartment and takes out a pack of tissues he keeps in there. Taking one out, he tilts towards Y/N, “lemme clean y’up, baby.”

Y/N slowly spreads her legs and lets out a hushed hissing sound when Harry softly drags the tissue up the length of her cunt. Harry cleans her up with one hand and keeps the other on her knee nearest to him to keep her legs from shutting.

The whole time he whispers declarations of love and appreciation to Y/N and when he’s finished, Harry trails a path of kisses along her kneecap. He crumples up the used tissue and sets it in the cup holder as a reminder to not forget to throw it out. 

Harry looks up into lovie’s eyes, “made a right mess of m’car, didn’t ya, kitten? Gonna have a hard time cleanin’ all f’this out.”

Having came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had, Y/N finally feels the embarassment creeping in on her. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink color and she instantly darts her eyes away from his.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, look at me.” Harry coos and brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and angle her head his way so he can maintain eye contact, sensing the embarassment that’s radiating off of her, “nothin’ to be embarassed about. Tha’ was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in m’life. Y’looked so fuckin’ gorgeous. Gonna carry y‘up to the house and ravish you inside out all over again. M’cock’s so hard it hurts.”

Y/N feels a bit better after her boyfriend’s reassuring words, but still feeling a bit shy she just closes her eyes and presses their lips together as a silent ‘thank you for making me feel better after squirting all over your expensive as fuck Range Rover‘s leather interior‘.

But, then the fire in her shut eyes ignites all over again. She feels the heat travelling through her loins and every vein of her body as soon as Harry mentions ravishing her again. If she felt like she was high as fuck from cumming the first two times, she wonders what‘s going to happen once they step foot into their home.

Harry captures her bottom lip in between his own for a few moments before pulling back, “gonna give you y’pants, think you can put ‘em on? Nobody needs t’see your bare ass except me.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage.” Y/N smiles, gratefully accepting the article of clothing from his hands once he retreats it from the backseat. She watches Harry take out a few more tissues and start wiping down the dashboard, all the while slowly pulling up her pants with still subtly trembling hands.

Once they’re both finished with their jobs, Harry takes her small hands into his own, “let’s go, kitty. Can’t wait to see that all over again.”

He kisses her palms, each one three times, and taking the dirty tissues opens the car door and steps out. He quickly walks over to his lovie’s side opening the door for her and takes her hand in his helping her step out in her heels, like the true gentleman he is.

Once the door is shut, Harry locks the car and puts the key into his pocket. Then, before she even has a chance to take one step, he swiftly places one arm under her knees and the other on her back and and gracefully sweeps her off of the pathway, safetly locking her in in his arms.

She lets out a girlish squeal, clearly not expecting that at all and Harry just shushes her while quietly giggling himself at how fucking cute his girl is. “Don’t wake up the neighbours, baby. Be a gem an’ get the key out of m’back pocket, yeah? Feelin’ it against the left asscheek, I think.”

She’s still laughing to herself while reaching down his toned back and slipping her hand into the back pocket of his pants. She grabs ahold of the item and pulls it out, but not before giving his firm bum a nice good squeeze.

“Are y’gettin’ cheeky again, you little minx?”

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Present time.

“Here y’go, lovie,” Harry hands her a glass of lukewarm water, (disgusting, he knows, but he figures she doesn’t need to be drinking cold water with the damage done to her vocal cords—which would only make it worse) resuming the calming strokes to her thighs.

She lets out a raspy moan at the soothing feeling of the water sliding down her throat, and even though there’s an irritating ache in it, water isn’t the only thing she wants down her throat.

“Thank you, Har.” She thanks him once the glass is empty, disposing of it onto the granite kitchen counter next to her. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she leans in so close that their lips touch, “take me upstairs, please. Wan’t to squirt from y’cock now, daddy.”

Harry only smirks and connects their lips, setting his palms on her ass and lifting her up. Upstairs it is.

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“Oh, fuck—Daddy.” Y/N moans out, throwing her head back and feeling her wrists rubbing against their restraints. She’s sure that by the end of the night, her wrists are going to be raw and red from the metal handcuffs ingulfing them.

As soon as Harry had brought her upstairs, he’d stripped her and himself of all and any scrap of clothing adorning their bodies. After that was done, he immediately marched over to the sidetable on his side, crouching down and opening the very last drawer which contained all of their goodies. Taking out their favorite pair of plain metal handcuffs and a peach colored buttplug, he’d instructed Y/N to lay down ass up head down on their bed, then secured the handcuffs on the lowest part of the wooden headboard once they were attached to her wrists.

He admired her curvy figure, back arched and ass slightly spread from the placement of her knees and appreciated the view for just a second. Thinking about how fucking lucky he was to find such a fucking beautiful angel all to himself to cherish and love for the rest of his life. Well, he hopes she‘ll stay for the rest of it. And he‘s got a ring for when he asks if she‘ll stay in another drawer.

Driven of off lust and love, that‘s how he ended up in his current position—licking lovie’s pussy from the back, massaging her engorged clit with the thumb on his left hand and ghosting the tip of his index finger of the right hand over her little pink asshole.

She’s shaking for the whoever knows which time this evening, shoving her head back into the pillows in front of her to silence her raspy groans. The neighbours hate them, she’s sure.

“Fuckin’ scream my name, baby,” Harry moans into the folds of her cunt, pulling back just a tad to mutter out ‘make sure everybody knows who the fuck you belong to’ and dives right back into the mission at hand. He did promise her to keep his tongue on her for the rest of their night. And Harry’s always a man of his word.

He then plunges his tongue into her dripping pussy hole a few times, moaning out at the divine taste, and after swirling around her arousal all over his taste buds, softly drags it up her taint and around her puckered ring.

“Oh-Oh my God!” Y/N squeals out, trying to scoot away from the immense pleasure but pathetically failing, the handcuffs keeping her in place.

Harry spreads her full asscheeks with his veiny hands, all the while feeling around the ridges and wrinkled edges of her asshole with his tongue. He can’t get enough of her, no matter where he tastes. 

“Fuck, fuck—that feels so good, daddy,” she shudders when he dips the very tip of his pink muscle into her ass.

Harry makes his tongue go in an in and out motion, using that as a technique to stretch her out for the plug. Although it’s not a big one, she’s very tight in every hole. Especially her ass, though. That’s why Harry takes his time slowly pleasuring her with his tongue, then with his pointer finger just up to the first knuckle.

Once he finds that she’s stretched out enough for the buttplug, he pulls back, takes it with a firm grip and spits on it. Leaning down, he gathers up some more spit in his mouth and pushes it out slowly onto Y/N’s asshole. He watches as her fists clench in their confines and her face, which is now pressed sideways into a throw pillow, contorts to one of pleasure.

Slowly pushing the plug in with his hand, he grips his hard throbbing cock in the other and rubs it on her clit, making the initial stretch less uncomfortable for his lovie.

Y/N whimpers out a sound of pleasure when she feels the stimulation on her clit, and throws her mouth completely open once the buttplug is finally settled snugly in her ass.

“Fuck, y’look breathtaking like this. All spread out with y’ass full with m’cock rubbin’ on your pussy. All mine. Fuckin’ hell, y’ready baby?” Harry groans when he pushes the tip of his cock a teeny tiny bit of the way into her other hole.

“Yes! Fuck, daddy, m’so ready,” Y/N almost screams out. She can’t even think about being completly drained of energy only a mere half hour prior. Having squirted twice this evening, she feels as though she’s about to go five more times. And she can’t even be embarassed about it this time.

Harry groans out when he feels the ungodly tight sheath of Y/N’s pussy engulfing his cock. Giving her a few moments to adjust, he unhurriedly pulls out just so that the raspberry pink tip remains inside then pushes back in and repeats the process a few good times.

When Y/N feels Harry building up a steady pace, she feels the uncontrallable satisfaction spreading through her and taking over all common sense.

Harry starts hammering his hips into Y/N’s, holding onto her plushy love handles and using them as leverage. Gonna kiss those bruises tomorrow morning, he promises to himself silently. He watches as her ass shakes with every thrust, as do her thighs and the sight almost brings Harry to cumming prematurely. 

The room fills with panting and groaning, the sounds of skin slapping together prominent. They both mewl out when her spreads her cheeks apart and wiggles the buttplug around a little. 

The sensation brings Y/N so close to the edge that she almost bursts, but she’s stopped abruptly by Harry’s words.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Just a few more moments. J-just a few. Fuck. Ask daddy if y’can cum, been such a good girl fo’ me, don’t ruin that now.”

Y/N curls her toes and feels a cramp coming onto her, but the feeling of her pending orgasm completely drowns out any other sensations. She makes fists out of her hands so hard that every single knuckle turns white. Her wrists are starting to burn from the constant rubbing of metal on her skin, but somehow that turns her on even more.

“Fuck, please, can I cum, daddy? Please, I-I can’t anymore. Gonna-”

“Fuck! Cum on my cock, baby,” Harry growls out and starts thrusting his pelvis at an unimaginable speed.

Y/N screams out and possibly blacks out for a few moments once she gets the okay to cum from Harry. She manages to squirt, although not as much as in the car, but still a fair amount. It soaks a good part of the sheets under her and when Harry moans ‘fuck, make a mess all over me, darling’, she knows she got some on him too.

When Harry sees the shaking back of his Y/N and feels the wetness of her orgasm soak the upper part of his thighs, he spills his load in multiple spurts deep in her cunt.

“Ugh, fuck. Yes, baby, keep squeezin’ your pussy.” He’s holding his hips still as he’s emptying out into Y/N, and she’s really grateful, because she doesn’t think she’d be able to bear more pleasure in this moment.

“Fuck,” she whispers when she feels Harry slowly pulling out and start rubbing her back in silent comfort.

“Did so fuckin’ well fo’ me, baby. M’so proud. Clench y’pussy, y’gonna keep m’cum inside of you ‘till morning. Gonna eat it all out for breakfast tomorrow, yeah? Keep it warm for me.” 

The raunchy yet sweet words make Y/N’s cunt clench around air and she’s careful to not let any of his cum slip out.

As Harry’s unsnapping the handcuffs from her wrists and sotfly rubbing them carefully on the harsh red marks, he mutters out with a smile on his face, “ruined you pretty well, lovie, yeah? Don’t think an old man would’ve been able to do that.”

[catxsnow]

PROM DATES

Request: Hey, could I request a batmom where the topic "prom" comes up (idk how) and batmom says she never went there and regrets it and batfam makes her her "own" prom and she dances with all of her sons.

Warning: fluff

A/N: This was so freaking cute!! I loved writing it, all the fluffy feels 

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.4k

Bruce Wayne's kids didn't get along. They fought, argued, and even threatened to maim each other. However,  they would also die for each other, avenge each other, and fight anyone that tried to hurt them. They had a messed up family, but if there was one thing that they could agree on, it was how much they loved you.

Each Robin grew up with you in their life. You were there to support them, help them when needed, and be the person to look to when they needed guidance. They might not have been your own kids, but you loved them like they were. Bruce loved you for that. It was a crazy family that you had formed, but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Alfred had worked far too hard for you family. He never showed that the work was ever too much for him, but you knew that when you offered for him to take the day off and relax that he appreciated it more than you could imagine. You decided that it was your time to clean the massive Wayne Manor.

Hours of washing and scrubbing as your family worked themselves away down in the cave. It was nice having the place to yourself. Music was blasting and you were able to dance around without any of your kids teasing you for it.

By the time that you reached the study, you had found an old album of Bruce from high school. He looked far younger than he did now. Stress free, no wrinkles, still the same smile that he gave you now. He looked handsome, but that never changed with his age. You couldn't stop yourself from flipping through the album to see what his life was like before you.

He seemed so different back then. Sports, hanging out with his friends, being irresponsible. You didn't think Bruce was ever capable of that. It was when you reached his senior prom pictures did you stop to admire. He looked better than ever with his suit on and a smile on his face. No lines of stress or thick scars were on his skin. 

"(Y/N)!" You nearly jumped as you name was called out. You were far to engrossed in the album that you hadn't noticed Damian and Tim exit the cave. They looked excited to see you - as they always did. Tim moved to stand behind the chair you were sitting in and Damian stood at you side.

"Bruce looks so different," Tim looked at the pictures in shock. Damian analyzed his father, at that age he looked the spitting imagine of Damian. "His prom date doesn't even compare to you. Who was your prom date in high school?"

"I never went to prom," you sighed. High school was a long time ago, but you still regretted not going to your senior year prom. Getting to dress up and get your hair done, it was something that you never got to experience. It had been decades and you still missed not having that night.

"No one ever got around to asking me and all my friends had dates already. I didn't want to go alone," you explained to them. Tim placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He had seeing you upset about things - especially so mundane like this where there was nothing that he could do to fix it.

"It seems lame anyways," Damian scoffed. He didn't enjoy the idea of wearing a fancy suit just to stand around in some gym with half-ass decorations and people who didn't wish to be there. To him, it was pointless. But he could see that this night meant something to you. He didn't want to see you upset about it.

You suddenly closed the album, not wanting to think anymore about your own past anymore. Tim and Damian looked between each other. It didn't take being the son's of Batman to realize that you were upset. You kissed the tops of their heads and ushered them to to the kitchen for lunch.

Tim and Damian walked far behind you and paused to glance at each other once more. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tim asked.

"For once, yes."

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All week you had been suspicious of your family.

For the first time in a long time, Jason had come home without your request. Dick was more giddy than normal. Even Damian seemed to hint at a smile every time he looked at you. Whatever they were scheming, you wanted no part of it. Last time they had those looks, a prank war nearly broke out.

Saturday morning, Bruce had offered to take you out for brunch. It wasn't very often that you got to lavish on dates, but he claimed that the media needed to see you out and about together - you were just happy to spend time with him. He also encouraged you to dress fancy since the place you were going to was rather expensive.

You loved getting dressed up for him - mostly because you got to hear the endless amount of compliments from him.

Brunch went as you expected it to. Delicious food, pictures from the paps, and the best kind of company with the man you loved. No matter the time or place with Bruce, you always loved getting to be with him.

He took the long way home, wanting to show you the new development that WE was working on. It was going to be a beautiful new building that would help thousands. You were always amazed at what Bruce could come up with. He held you hand the rest of the drive back, gazing over with love in his eyes.

There was a hint of a smile on his face as he drove up to your home. Something had been up with him all morning and you still weren't sure what it could have been. Nonetheless, you graciously accepted his hand as he opened the door for you and walked up to the doors of the Manor.

"What's with you?" You stopped him. You hand rested on his chest while the other was still intertwined with his own. "You look far happier than you ever are."

"Am I not allowed to be happy when I'm with my beautiful wife?" Bruce leaned down to kiss you again. You smiled into it, even more so when he pulled away. Only with you, did Bruce's gaze ever soften. "Come on, let's go inside."

Bruce pushed open the front doors and you were nearly taken aback with shock. Your front entrance no longer was the spotless floor that it usually was, but instead, was covered in classic high school decorations. A picture backdrop was in the far corner, a balloon arch right as you walked in, there were even streamers hanging from the high ceilings.

You felt like you were back in high school again. However, it was the decorations that caught your attention, it was how beautiful and handsome your adoptive kids looked standing in the middle of the foyer. For the first time in a long time, everyone had gathered together, just for you.

Dick, Duke, Tim, Jason, and Damian were in the best suits they owned. Their hair was styled and the all had gleaming smiles as they watched your expressions. Steph and Cass were there as well, both of them in gowns that looked so perfect on them that they looked way more grown than you ever remembered them being.

"What's all this for?" You asked. You broke away from Bruce's hold and did a full spin of the room to see everything that they had done for you. Finally, you had seen the prom poster with the year that you had graduated hanging up. "You recreated my prom?"

"You said you regretted not going," Tim spoke up. He looked over to Damian, who had been the one to help him get everything set up for you. "We wanted to let you have that special day, too."

Tears brimmed your eyes at the idea that they had gone through all of this just for you. Getting everyone together was hard enough as it was, you had no idea how Damian of all people was able to swing something like that. That was the thing, they all loved you enough that they didn't have issue to clear their plans for the day just for you.

Damian was the first to notice the tears in you eyes. He broke the formation that they had and approached you. He looked up at you for a brief moment before latching around your waist. You knelt down so that you could be eye level with Damian instead. He didn't say anything, but you knew what he had on his mind. "I love you too, Damian," You kissed his cheek.

He went back to his original spot and just as he did, music started to play. You had just noticed Alfred standing off to the side with a record player by him. Bruce stuck his hand out for you to grab, "May I have this dance?"

"Of course, my love."

Your afternoon had gone nothing like you expected it to that morning. The surprise of having your kids recreate something so irrelevant in their lives, just for you, warmed your heart. The conversation about prom with Tim and Damian had been so short, you never assumed that they even thought twice about it.

You were wrong, very wrong. They had managed to create you the perfect prom. They even played all the same music that was from your year, it was incredible. You had finally gotten the prom that you wanted, and this was far better than what it would have been in high school.

With this, you had the chance to dance with each of your sons, and the love of your life. Dick had been the most giddy to ask you to dance. The second that Damian had brought the idea up to him, he was all for. You were the most important person in his life growing up, he would do anything to make you happy.

Dick was grand and dramatic as he twirled and dipped you. As the oldest, and having known you the longest, he wanted to make the best first impression of your prom. You were laughing and smiling the whole time he danced you around.

Jason didn't look overly thrilled to be there, but his attitude changed as he danced with you next. Growing up, you were always his biggest supporter. Even now, with Bruce opposing all of his new morals, you still saw that excited little boy in him. For him, you were his voice of reason, you respected him in a completely different way than the rest of his family.

It was moments like those did Jason realize just how lucky he was to have you in his life. When your song ended, Jason had pulled you into a tight hug, muttering words of thanks quiet enough that the others couldn't hear. No matter what he did, he always wanted your praise.

Tim had been next. "I can't believe you did all this for me," You told him. "I don't think I can ever thank you enough, this is... this is beyond incredible."

"Of course I did it for you," Tim smiled. He spun you around in your dance before continuing. "I think if Damian and I can agree on something then it must be very worth doing. We love you, (Y/N). You're the best adoptive mom we could ever ask for."

"As crazy as you kids are, there's no other family I'd rather be in," You agreed. As the dance ended, Tim kissed the top of your head and allowed Duke to take his spot. Duke grinned as he grabbed your hand.

He always felt like he didn't have the same kind of connection with you as the rest of the kids, but he couldn't be more wrong. Duke was an excellent kid, and you were so beyond proud to say that you had a part in making him who he was today. "You look so grown up in that suit."

"I am grown up," Duke argued. He was. All of them were. They weren't the young Robin's that showed up broken and alone to your home. They were all - besides Damian - grown up. You wanted to hold onto Damian's youth forever, you feared the day that he would leave you and Bruce.

Finally, it was Damian that offered his hand to dance. His hair was slicked back and he looked just the image of Bruce. The older he got, the more you saw his father in him. "Thank's for doing this, Damian. It means a lot to me."

"It wasn't difficult," Damian tried to play it off. He was much shorter than the rest of your dance partners, but he had more skill than the rest. He didn't twirl or dip you, but you swayed around the entire 'dance floor'. "I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself."

As the last song ended, you were left feeling happier than you had in ages. Seeing all your kids together, getting along and chatting? That was all you wanted in your life. You hated seeing them fight, but you knew that they all had their reasons - as well as their reasons against Bruce. As much as he wanted to keep them safe, he was too hard on them at times.

Bruce joined you once more, snaking his arms around you from behind and kissing along your jaw and cheek. You looked around the room at everyone. Tim was dancing with Steph, Cass with Duke. Damian and Dick were chatting while Jason was talking to Alfred. This had been the most peaceful your home had been with everyone in it.

Bruce spun you around so you were facing him. His hands were low on your waist and he pulled you as close as he could. Once again, there was a loving smile on his face that was reserved only for you. "Today was perfect, Bruce."

"I'm glad," Bruce kissed you. He did a dramatic dip in the middle of the room, gaining the attention of everyone else. Dick had snapped a photo just at the right time. That picture would be better than any high school prom picture you would have had all those years ago. "I always wish you to be happy."

"I'm always happy when I'm with my family."

[perseephoneee]

I Always Knew Your Name

Billy Hargrove x Reader

A/N: I don’t know, I just have been in such a Billy mood lately and I felt inclined to write this??

Warnings: slight mention of abuse, profanity

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Summers could be incredibly dull in Hawkins, Indiana, but you liked the routine that went on most days. For you, it meant getting to work as a lifeguard four days a week and volunteer at the library the other three. You couldn’t sit around idly; you liked being able to stay busy.

The downside to your job as a lifeguard was the existence of Billy Hargrove. He took advantage of his position to flirt with girls and yell at children, all the while driving you nuts. It sometimes felt like you were the only lifeguard working. Some days he wouldn’t be too bad, he would ignore you and vice versa, and you could both be in peace. Other days, he was a nuisance.

Today happened to be one of those days as you found yourself picking up the slack more than usual. After blowing your whistle yet again for a kid falling into the water without supervision, you were starting to wonder where the hell Billy was. You finally spotted him, flirting with some girl in a too-small swimsuit. You climbed down your chair and marched to him without hesitation.

“Billy,” you said, arms crossed. He ignored you, continuing to chat. “Billy,” you said again, tapping your foot. The girl was starting to notice you, raising an eyebrow in your general direction. Billy still refused to turn around, though, so you took your whistle and blew right in his ear.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaimed, turning around and facing you with an angry expression.

“What the fuck?” You mocked, “how about what the fuck do you, Hargrove!”

“What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that it seems like I’m the only one working since you’re too busy listening to your dick and not your boss,” you rolled your eyes, earning a few looks from nearby parents.

“He’s just talking,” the girl said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. You could tell by how the girl looked Billy up and down that she was interested in way more than just talking.

“Oh? Did he tell you about his genital herpes yet, or was that for after?” You smiled sweetly. The girl paled, immediately waving goodbye and running away before anything else could be said.

“That was unnecessary,” Billy growled, pointing a finger in your face.

“Do your job, then get laid. It’s the natural order of things,” you pushed his finger away, marching back to your chair and ignoring the heated glare aimed towards you.

Billy didn’t talk to you until after your shift ended. You were in the main office, packing up your things and your hair still wet from a shower. He came walking in and faced you without saying a word.

“Yes, Hargrove?” You sighed, turning to face him. He had thrown on a button-up with his swim trunks yet still refused to button up the top, making you want to impale yourself.

“What’s your problem with me, Julia?” Billy inquired.

“First, my name isn’t Julia; it’s Y/N,” you rolled your eyes, leaning up against the desk. “Second, my problem with you is that you’re irresponsible. You’re spending so much of your time being a narcissist that you aren’t caring at all about the patrons that come here. I end up having to do all the work, and to tell you the truth, it’s bullshit,” you exclaimed. You threw your bag over your shoulder, looking back up at Billy. “Are we done?”

Billy nodded, moving slightly out of the way so you can exit. You still had to shove past him, which made you want to kill him even more. Sometimes you considered asking if Heather would switch shifts with you, but you knew that too many kids would drown if you did that.

The next time you saw Billy, he had finally gotten his tongue back. You had just gotten in for your break, and you were ready to snack and take a much-needed power nap when Billy burst into the office. You jolted up from the chair in surprise.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, turning to your culprit.

“You didn’t give me a chance to respond last time,” he said, leering over you. “And what I want to say is that you’re a bitch.”

“Thank you; it’s been my goal in life.”

“No, I’m not done,” he said, slamming his hand on the desk. You shrunk back slightly from fear. “You’re a bitch, and you sit on this high horse and pretend like you’re better when you’re just as fucked up like everyone else. Who are you to get to tell me what to do?”

You didn’t respond, just stayed quiet as Billy breathed in deeply. His eyes were trained on you so intensely you were scared he would snap and rip your head off.

“You’re scaring me,” you said small, watching as his face almost morphed into something apologetic before he sat up and left the office without a word. You wanted to say something, but instead, you could never find your voice.

Later that week, Tommy hosted a party and surprisingly invited you to it. While you weren’t much of a party person, you decided that it wasn’t going to hurt you to go, so you went. When you arrived, though, you started to remember why you disliked parties in the first place. Being surrounded by drunk and horny teenagers wasn’t your idea of a good time, but you found yourself a drink and sat on the stairs observing everything anyway.

You were distracted watching one of your classmates try to breakdance when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to make eye contact with a guy, your year or older, with brown hair and two matching dimples.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he laughed.

“No, I was just zoning out; I’m fine,” you smiled in return. He sat down next to you and held out his hand.

“Riley.”

“Y/N,” you said, shaking it.

“I couldn’t help but notice you were sitting up here all alone,” he scooted a little closer to you, forcing you to back up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing by herself?”

“A pretty girl like me is enjoying her alone time,” you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink and trying to ignore Riley next to you.

“Well, you know, if you’re feeling lonely, there’s always a room upstairs we could go to,” he smirked, putting a hand on your knee. You pushed it away, glaring at him.

“Thanks for the offer, but not interested,” you said quickly, turning away from him. He grabbed your shoulder, turning you back towards him. His other hand gripped your knee as you tried to push him away.

“Come on—“

“She said no.”

You turned to make eye contact with Billy. Surprise crossed your face as he walked up the stairs, glaring at Riley next to you. Riley scooted away, fear crossing his face since Billy was known to throw a punch. Billy held out his hand towards you, and you gratefully took it and his behind him. “Do me a favor, asshole, stay the fuck away from her,” Billy hissed, gripping your hand tightly and pulling you away. For once in your life, you wanted to stay close to Billy, and you found yourself gripping his hand tightly as he led you out of the house and into the quiet streets of the neighborhood.

“Thanks for that,” you said awkwardly. You let your hands go at that moment and almost missed the feeling of his palm in yours. Billy looked at you, what seemed like compassion in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for being irresponsible and shit,” he shuffled his feet awkwardly, and you got the sense this was hard for him.

“I forgive you, it’s okay,” you said in return, crossing your arms to stay warm.

“Can I give you a ride back home?” Billy asks hands shoved in his pockets as he peers at you through long lashes.

“Yeah, this party sucks anyway,” you smile, trying to ease the tension. You follow Billy to his car, getting in hesitantly, and finding yourself overwhelmed with the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke. You told Billy the directions to your house and almost swore at him when he swerved a little too fast. By the time you made it home, you had thought you might’ve lost your stomach somewhere on the street. “Thanks for the ride; see you at work, I guess?” You sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you get out of the car. Billy reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Call me if you need anything?” He says quietly, almost as if he’s afraid of your response. You nod, smiling at him again as you walk up the path to your front door, watching him drive away into the night.

Billy seemed to take his apology to heart, as he tried to be more on top of things while working. He still flirted with girls, but you couldn’t stop him all the time. He occasionally gave you rides when it got too dark after work. Sometimes you’d hold a conversation without yelling at each other, but other times you’d argue. Even when you claimed, though, it didn’t come from a place of dislike.

You never expected to see Billy at your other place of work, the library. It was late Saturday night, and you were working a late shift when he came wandering in. You could tell something was wrong immediately.

“Billy?” You asked, looking up from your paperwork as he stumbled in. Your eyes widened when spotted the wounds on his face.

“You work here?” He questioned, shooting you a grin. You didn’t smile back.

“Why are you here? What happened?”

“This is the only place open this late, and I don’t want to talk about it,” Billy sighs, opening his pack of cigarettes and putting his between his lips. You grabbed the smoke away, pointing to the “NO SMOKING” sign on the wall.

“Was it a fight?” You inquire, leaning forward on your elbows. Billy shakes his head, ignoring your gaze and looking everywhere but at you. “Did it happen at home?” You ask more quietly. He doesn’t say anything, but you watch him tense up, and you take that as your answer. You open the cabinet under the desk and grab the first aid kit before walking around and catching Billy. He looks at you in bewilderment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Patching you up,” you reply, shoving him in the staff bathroom. He leans against the sink as you rifle through your kit for the right supplies. He doesn’t argue, just sits back as you start to disinfect his cuts. He hisses under his breath when you rub a cold ointment on a bruise. “How long?” You ask, voice somber.

“Too long,” he replies, not bothering to elaborate.

“I know we aren’t friends or whatever, but you can always come to me if you need it,” you huff, focusing on your work and not his eyes. “I mean, I know you didn’t know my name until a month ago or didn’t know I existed or whatever, but if you need somewhere, I don’t mind.”

“What do you mean we aren’t friends?” Billy creases his brows.

“You don’t care about me; why would we be friends?”

“Of course I care,” he says quietly, almost too quiet to hear. “And I always knew your name.”

He reaches for your hands, thumb brushing over your knuckles softly. You start to notice how close you two are. He lifts one of your hands and kisses the palm, lips trailing to your wrist and over your knuckles. You’re fixated on the way his lips leave chills across your skin. Finally, he looks up at you, brushing hair behind your ear.

“If I kiss you, will you push me away?”

“No,” you gulp, your word barely a whisper. Billy leans forward, kissing you softly as if you’re fragile. You start to kiss him back, sliding your hands up his shoulders and around his neck. His kisses become more fervent, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip until you open your mouth. You yelp when he spins you around and pushes you against the counter. One of his hands grasps your waist tightly as the other tangles in your hair. You pull away to catch your breath, your forehead against his.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” Billy grins.

“Since when?”

“Since you first yelled at me.”

[mindswriters]

Next Morning - jj maybank × reader

Summary: y/n and jj are friends with benefits for a couple months ago, in secret of course, but after a night where the blonde could not control himself, you guys have to chase after a next morning pill.

Pairing: jj maybank × reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of smut, unprotected sex [no glove no love my friends], swearing, pregnancy scare, probably typos.

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: this is "low" key inspired by otis and ruby from sex education, i thought they were cute.

gif by @toesure :)

"Oh fuck Y/n, you're doing so good" JJ grunts as you speed your pace bouncing your hips against his shaft, riding him like your life depends on it.

Tonight was being just another boring Thursday night at the outer banks, at least until your best friend, JJ Maybank, calls you saying that he was alone at the chateau, and asked you to come over. A few months ago you guys updated your friendship with some benefits, and since then a day without your other Pogue friends means a huge opportunity to enjoy yourselves together, so why not.

"You fill me up so nice J" you moaned tugging his blonde locks while you sank yourself on his cock one more time.

Incredible as it sounds, this is the first time you're riding JJ's cock. After lots of tries, he finally left out his dominant side and let you take control of him, but obviously at some point he would buck his hips and meet your thrusts, making it feel even better. Honestly, he wasn't expecting it to be this good. He loves the way your breasts are pressed against his chest while you move your hips roughly, this position basically gives him a free pass to cover your neck with bites and hickies. And all of this plus your moans filling up the room are driving him insane.

"Fuck, I can't" he breathed out under your ear but you kept with your pace, looking for your high, and you could say it wasn't so far "Y/n, I think I'm gonna- oh fuck"

"What the actual fuck JJ?" you cursed panting when you felt the stick liquid scratching your inside walls and reached your high too.

At the beginning of this 'thing' you were still two good kids who always protected yourselves, but as deep as you dived in each others lusts, you discovered that neither you nor JJ were the biggest fans of condoms, so you made a deal, you can do it without them, as long as he don't release inside of you. And by the looks of it, he just broke the deal.

"Did you just came inside me?" you just aren't freaking out because you're still dizzy from your orgasm

"Shit I think I did" he said by passing his hands through his messy hair and heavy breathing.

"This is not a joke, JJ. Didn't you felt it coming?" you asked in a hard tone while reaching for his shirt to clean yourself up

"It was impossible not to feel it" the blonde answered with a smirk

"Then why don't you warned me, pulled off or whatever?" you now have a worried tone in your voice

"I tried! but come on Y/n, I'm mild high and you were having no mercy with me!" he exclaimed throwing his hands on the air

"Don't put this all on me" you ran your hands through your face and trying to stay calm, realizing the big problem you had just created.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay, even though you were riding me like a goddess, it was my dick who painted you so..." he said getting close to you and wrapping your naked body with his arms.

You softly giggled relaxing a bit with his touch, you know he's worried too, his brain is only a little slower than yours to process information, but you're sure that once he remember that one of the consequences of this "slide" could be an unexpected pregnancy and you becoming parents with 17 years, he'll freak out.

"So what do we do now?" he asked caressing your hair

"Since we're on the cut, without the twinkie and there's none 24-hour drug store in here, we'll go to sleep and wait until tomorrow morning to go buy a next morning pill." you explained what seemed to be the best option now.

"It means you're staying over?" he asked and you nodded smirking "Sounds good to me then"

After that, you guys took a quick shower just to free your bodies from the sweat and other things even more disgusting, and didn't even bothered in putting back your clothes, you just cuddled and fell asleep naked under a thin blanket, because above all, his body's heat still makes you feel safe.

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You can't say that you slept like an angel this night, you were too worried for it. So as soon as you saw the bright light from outside trespass the room, you carefully reached your phone on the nightstand and checked the time, it was almost 8 in the morning. Considering you don't want to be naked with your best friend in the spare room when John B arrives, and that the sooner you take the pill the better, you decided it was time to get up. You slowly pulled JJ's arm away from your waist and stood up without waking him up. You picked your underwear from the floor and put them on, along with your jeans shorts from the day before and lent one of JJ's shirts, the one with a Kildare Marina print. The boy only woke up when you got back from the bathroom, and opened the curtains, basically torturing him.

"Oh come on, what time is it?" he grunted scratching his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Time to fix the previous night, sweetheart" you answered picking up some clothes that were still on the floor.

"Can't we just wait a little more?" he yawned.

"No, we can't, unless you want to increase the chances of me having a mini you on my uterus" you stared him cocking your eyebrows.

"Okay, right, I'm up" he stood up quickly, but he wasn't 100% awake yet.

"Uh, try to put some clothes on, I'll be in the kitchen" you faked a disgusted face pointing to his not too little exposed friend.

While JJ was doing his morning routine, you started looking for something you could eat, but the old pizza slices, mold breads and cereal wastes didn't seem at all attractive to you and your lack of hunger. At that moment the feelings that consume you most are those of concern and guilt, concern because you know that the next morning pill isn't 100% effective, and you definitely can't handle having a baby now, you are too irresponsible for this, and that's why you also feel guilty, because if you wouldn't had accepted that goddamn "no condom" deal, nothing of this will be happening. But suddenly you were dragged away from your thoughts by the sound of the Chateau's front door opening, you could say that John B was trying to be quiet, but it didn't work very well, since the doors of the house are old and creak with any movement.

"Shit!" the brunette whisper-shouted placing a hand on his chest when he entered the kitchen "Wow Y/n, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing?"

"Uh.... breakfast?" you quirked your eyebrows showing him the cereal box in your hands

"Yeah I can see you're doing your breakfast, 'what are you doing here?' is what I meant" he said placing his keys on the counter.

"I'm waiting for JJ, we have some important things to do" you said staring your cereal bowl, avoiding to meet eyes with your friend.

"JJ? Doing important things this early in the morning?" you pursed your lips in a suggestive smile and nodded your head "And why are you wearing his shirt?"

You almost chocked with milk at the question, stuttering to find a plausible answer "Because... I- spilled toothpaste on mine?" it definitely sounded more like a question.

John B was about to question you again but thank God JJ finally joined you, now wearing his classic boots and cargo shorts, and some random shirt.

"Oh hi Jombie" he said scratching his eyes with the back of his hand.

Before your friend could even answer, you stood up and made your way towards JJ "Finally sleeping beauty, can we go now?" you said linking your arms.

"I was actually craving for some breakfast first" he pointed to the table, where John B was putting some cereal for himself.

"You know what might happen if we get late, don't you?" you whispered quirking your eyebrows and giving the blonde a serious look and heading to the front porch.

"Ok, breakfast can wait, see you later JB, oh and we're taking the twinkie" he grabbed the keys John B had previously dropped on the counter and hushed to meet you outside.

"See ya weirdos" John B shook his head and rolled his eyes seeing the antics of his two best friends.

The drive to the drugstore was silent, but not an awkward silent, more like a reflexing silence. The more you tried to stay calm and shrug off all the "what ifs" in your head, the more the anxiety took hold of you. For JJ, you were going to take the pill and everything would work out, but you know it's not like that, these emergency methods don't always work, and if it doesn't work this time, you have no idea how to deal with a possible pregnancy at 17. What your friends will think when you come clean and tell them about your escapades and that they resulted in your pregnancy? How would you explain this to your parents? How would they react? How JJ's father would react? All this thoughts were zoning out in your brain when a gentle touch stopped you from freaking out. You moved your gaze from the window to JJ's hand rubbing your tight, and then you looked at his face to see a reassuring smile, like saying "it's going to be ok" but without words. You smiled back, feeling the anxious feeling leave your body and mind. It didn't take long for you guys to be parking the van a few meters from the drugstore.

You were about to enter the store when something clicked on your mind "Wait!" you said grabbing JJ's arm, making him stumble on his feet.

"What's wrong?" he frowned staring at you.

"JJ we live on an island. What if someone sees me buying next morning pills? I don't want the whole obx gossiping about me and my sexual slides" you said crossing your arms and looking away from him.

"Okay, I'll do it then" he said and you immediately stared at him, surprised and trying to figure out if he was being serious, just when you were about to complain, he gently squeezed your shoulders "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And just like that you were left alone in front the small store, you looked around, thankfully the street was pretty empty, so you decided to sit down on the curb and wait for him to come back. Which was faster than you expected. As soon as you heard the bell, you got up and waited for him to give you the box that he had in his hands.

"These are just bubble gums" he shrugged rolling his eyes.

"Bubble gums? What the hell JJ?" you laughed in disbelief.

"She said she couldn't sell it for me because I don't have a fucking vagina" JJ protested trying to not be so loud.

You sighed licking your lips. But is better to deal with buying the pill in person, to deal with having a baby. You opened your purse, looking for your sunglasses and when you found them you tapped JJ's shoulder "stay at the door, you'll be my look out"

"At your disposal, boss" he said holding the door while you two entered the store, you put on your glasses trying to disguise a little smirk in your lips.

You slowly walked between the hallways, pretending to be some random costumer, not that you weren't, you just don't want to seem so desperate. When you finally reached the cash counter, you looked over your shoulder to see JJ nodding and giving you tumbs up.

"Hey, can I have a next morning pill?" you mumbled twitching your nose.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you" the woman on the cashier said.

"A next morning pill, please" this time you were clearer, masking the awkwardness with an even more awkward smirk.

"When did you last have sex?" the cashier asked.

"Last night" you stated, isn't it obvious? you thought to yourself.

"Did you use contraception?" the question made you stomach turn. Why did you have to be so irresponsible? Stupid deal.

"No" your whisper could barely be heard by you, let alone the woman behind the counter.

"Miss, did you use contraception?" she repeated the question after your lack of response.

"No, we didn't" your eyes widened when you heard JJ's voice coming from a few meters away.

Both you and the cashier stared at him, who immediately regretted the previous words "Sorry, I'm just the look out" he scratched the back of his neck.

Returning the attention just between you and the mild-age woman, she made a few more questions and after finishing to fill up your form, she finally gave you the little box with all the prescriptions to take the pill. You also asked for two Pepsi cans for you and JJ, you were about to pay the woman when you felt an around your waist.

"What do you think you're doing, lady?" JJ asked taking your wallet from your hands.

"Well, if you please give my wallet back, I was going to pay for those things" you stared at him trying to reach his other hand behind his back.

"No way, I'll pay for it" he returned the wallet for you and grabbed his own one on his pocket.

"J, you don't have to, it takes two to tango remember?" you protested biting your inner lip and giving him non-intentional puppy eyes.

"Then we should at least split it" he definitely has a point now.

"Okay, fine, you win" you rolled your eyes giving up and earning a grin from your best friend.

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After you and JJ have paid for the pill and your sodas, he said he wanted to go somewhere else, so he drove the twinkie to the old forts on Battery Jasper, some kind of cliff or mountain where we could almost see the entire Outer Banks. You guys sat on some old big rocks and while you struggled against the wind to try to read the pill bull, JJ decided to break the silence.

"Do you think we should break the deal?" he hesitantly asked.

"You mean the 'condom free' deal or all the friends with benefits deal?" you chuckled looking at the paper in your hands.

"Do you want to stop what we've been doing? 'Cause if you do I'm not stopping you, it's just- I really enjoy spending time with you and..." he started rumbling but you soon interupted him.

"Hey! chill out blondie!" you giggled cupping his face with your right hand "We don't need to stop it, even because I like messing around with you too, a lot. We just need to be more careful" you explained.

"Okay..." he relaxed with your touch and you two shared a smile and stared at each other for a few seconds.

You cleared your throat when you remembered that you were the one hurrying him up and now you almost forgot that you have a pill to take asap. You opened your Pepsi and medicine, putting the pill on your tongue and taking a sip of the drink to help you swallow. JJ watched you and while you were drinking again you heard little laughter coming from him.

"What?" you gave him a suspicious look.

"Nothing" he giggled making you narrow your eyes at him "I just imagined us being arrested for killing a poor little baby"

"So would you prefer waking up at 3am to changing diapers?" you laughed arching you eyebrows.

"Ew, no" you both erupted in laughter, you love the way you and JJ never feel awkward, not even in scary moments like these.

When you recovered from your crisis of laughter, you took a deep breath and felt a grip on your tight, you looked up to see JJ staring at the horizon, and you could say that he was thinking about something.

"You know, I would like to have a baby with you" he said with a shy grin.

"Oh come on J, give it a rest" you shook your head chuckling and taking another sip of your drink.

"No, I meant it! Of course not right now, but if we reach our thirties without meeting our perfect pairs, we could marry each other and just maybe have a little bit of kids" he said nonchantly.

"A little bit of kids?" you smiled and stared at him, trying to figure if he was being serious or not "I can't believe you're real Maybank" you giggled.

"What? Have you never heard that people are happier when they marry their best friends?" he suggested.

"Maybe" you shrugged looking away.

"So what? Do we have a deal?" he bit his lip quirking his eyebrows in your direction.

"I'm not making anymore deals with you, blondie" you said, immediately seeing his happy face fall to a sad one "But maybe, just maybe, I liked your idea" you smirked turning your face to look at him.

"I knew it!" he cheered with a kiss on your cheek and clicking your cans he said "To our future possible marriage"

"Cheers" you gave a little laugh, which was interrupted by your phone ringing.

As soon as you unlocked your screens, you were surprised with dozens of notifications on your twitter, and also 2 messages from John B, you opened them first.

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: so is that the "important things" you guys had to do? am i missing something?

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: 📷 Photo

When you downloaded the file, you came across a screenshot, it was from Topper's last tweet: a picture taken from outside the drugstore, through the glass wall, you and JJ standing in front of the cash counter, his arm on your waist, and thanks god, only the two Pepsi cans could be seen on the counter. Your eyes widened even more when you read the caption "Looks like Maybank and Y/l/n finally assumed their shit! What would those lovebirds be doing on a drugstore this early in the morning?"

"What happened?" JJ asked seeing how your expression went blank looking at your phone.

"Weren't you supposed to be the look out?" you said turning your phone to him and pointing to the screen blowing with notifications, but still showing the picture on Topper's tweet.

"Shit."

They have some things to explain now, or maybe some good excuses to came up with.

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[ectonurites]

The YJ cartoon adults are all trash. They didn’t care that about Kon. Leaving him in isolation a the mountain? Having a girlfriend who doesn’t know boundaries? Like homie didn’t get any options other than become a child soldier. Bruce needed to adopt but failed. :(

in general letting M’gann and Conner live at the cave together with what, Red Tornado, who had his own little apartment in the cave he mostly kept to outside of mission stuff, as the only supervision outside of Hero-ing hours was just really irresponsible considering the two of them specifically were like, the two people who needed families/support the most since they had none!! (Yes M’gann technically had J’onn as a relative but?? she’s still living in the cave)

in the comics YJ, sure the guys had sleepovers at the cave sometimes but nobody actually lived there full time?? (even when they moved to the Hotel, I don’t think anyone ever did?? besides maybe Slobo but like. he’s Slobo) and I know sometimes in Teen Titans comics characters might live at the tower full time but it wouldn’t be the first place any of them have ever lived on earth!

like. Jesus christ. That’s just asking for a fucking disaster.

The thing about the YJ cartoon is that due to their situation, the Justice League plays a very active role in the team (again, the difference between YJ being JL sanctioned in the comics vs JL supervised in the cartoon) but because of that more responsibility falls on the JL here! Because they’re taking that responsibility on!

It was incredibly irresponsible to basically have two teens with no real life experiences just dropped into Rhode Island to figure out everything on their own. Also obviously this doesn’t absolve M’gann from the things she did irt Conner, but jesus christ if someone had been properly supervising them then their relationship probably Would Not have gone the way it did, or at least if it was heading down that path someone might have noticed.

Teen Teams having very little supervision only works when the characters do have some adult/family support outside of the team. I mean even thinking back to issue #7 of YJ, they had a fuckin parents conference! Cissie had Bonnie, Cassie had Helena, Kon had Dubbilex, Bart had Max, and Tim had Dick. (...Greta is exempt because shes literally dead) Obviously Cissie’s situation with her mom is complex but she’s living at a boarding school at the time. Then Greta is a very different situation especially because the adults in the league don’t really know she even exists at first, but otherwise everyone is accounted for! They have families and lives outside of the team, meaning they’re not relying on the team 100% of the time for everything. And also, Greta is relying on them and we see how that didn’t work very well! She loses her shit when Tim left, and the girl literally teamed up with Darkseid at one point, there was a lot going wrong there with her!

But in the YJ cartoon Conner and M’gann basically only have each other at the cave for a long time??? So of course some unhealthy relationship came out of that.

If Clark had just... brought Conner to the Kent farm and let him live there to have some semblance of starting a normal life with a family, it would have solved so many problems. M’gann i’m not sure what a better solution would have been, maybe even placing her with J’onn if possible, I kinda forget his deal for civilian life in this setting though (outside in s2 when she goes to water his plants at one point??)

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 2 』

· Sept. 26th → One Ball, Heart and Soul ·

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Testurou Kuroo, Bokuto Koutarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru, Terushima Yuuji

Prompts: A. favourite position/role + B. travel/journey

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: I found it so hard to pick a favourite position/role, because they're all so interesting and important, and I love everyone 😭 But I settled on the role of captain because of the headcanons I thought of. Captain Sqaud, assemble! So, want to find out what these boys are like on a road trip?

(Just to be clear, I do love all these guys. None of this is hate 😂) All my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have some NSFW stuff on my blog, too. Feel free to check that out~ Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Dad-chi™

Comes prepared with all the food, drinks, snacks, med kit, camera – literally everything you could possibly need on a road trip

Plans out the route beforehand down to the tiniest detail nothing gets past this man

As well as multiple backup routes in case there's diversions etc.

Plans for regular breaks at two-hour intervals where everyone can pee, stretch their legs, buy anything they need, etc.

He's the one who's driving he's not letting anybody else get a scratch on his van, lmao

And he's good at it

No speeding he's a cop, y'all but he doesn't dawdle either, no running red lights, turns corners well, keeps an even foot on the gas, etc.

Just a good time, tbh

Nobody is getting car sick because of him that would be a damn disgrace

"Stop fighting right now, or I'm turning this van around"

And will actually do it if you don't stfu, lmfao

Don't even think about making a mess and dropping your rubbish in the van you'll be walking home

Everyone else thinks his music is boring and for old people, but Daichi honestly doesn't care

Besides, it's either that or no music at all, because he needs to concentrate on the road

He takes this shit seriously. People's lives are in his hands, dammit!

☆ Testurou Kuroo ☆

Likes to switch between driving and riding shotgun/being designated navigator

Is fairly decent at both

Is constantly eating something but, like, he probably doesn't even know what it is

Some kind of edible is shoved towards his mouth by whoever's riding shotgun, and in it goes shut up. Not like that, you cretins 😂

Somehow manages to behave like an overbearing grandparent and an overexcited child at the same time?? Nothing new there, I guess 😂

I'm sorry, Kuroo, I love you. Please don't be mad 😭

Has a banging playlist full of throwback songs from the 90s and early 2000s

Drums along sofly on the steering wheel or dashboard constantly

HATES driving in rain he's low-key terrified he's going to aquaplane

Likes driving with the windows wound down and feeling the wind in his hair

Will plan the route, but then forget to save it/print it off, etc.

Cannot work Google Maps or SAT-NAVs to save his life Kenma, please help him

Actually packs properly balanced meals, but is heavy on the snacks, too

You'd think he'd drive too fast, but he's actually really responsible

Constantly telling dad jokes to try and keep people amused the groaners are the best

Would probably fight someone at the gas station if they started being a dick and causing trouble

Kuroo, baby. I love you, but please don't get arrested 😭😂😭

☆ Bokuto Koutarou ☆

Dear God, do NOT let him drive leave it to Akaashi, I'm begging you

Has really bad spacial awareness in a vehicle and drifts all over the place

Probably speeds without even knowing it, too

Likes to ride shotgun, but is a terrible navigator, so is nearly always made to ride in the back

Is the loud one that moves around too much and blocks the rear view mirror strap him in tight, Akaashi

Belts along at the top of his voice to whatever music is playing, he's not fussy

Was told to pack essential items in his backpack and proceeded to fill it with sweets and snacks and a pack of condoms??? and thought he did good

Bokuto: Bro, you said they were essential

Akaashi: NOT FOR EVERY SITUATION

Rarely ever has to pee, but when he does, it's always miles away from any service station, and he has to hold it for hours

Has definitely peed at the side of the road multiple times because he couldn't hold it any longer, but he wasn't even embarrassed as numerous cars zoomed past

Likes sticking his head out the window like a dog on the motorway which gives everyone else heart attacks

Like, get the hell back inside you maniac 😭

If the car has a sunroof, he's 100% standing up through it with his hands in the air just you try and stop him

And they will. Everyone will try

"HORSES!!"

Will get out of the car in traffic jams to find out what's going on and end up chatting with random strangers until it starts moving again

And he's very sad when he has to leave his new friends. Droopy hair and emo Kou for the next 2 hours :(

Unironically enjoys playing 'I Spy' for hours at a time

Is a bit much to handle in such a confined space for hours on end, but he's just so excited for the road trip

Will fall sound asleep in a matter of minutes if you set him up with a travel pillow and it's freaking adorable!!

☆ Ushijima Wakatoshi ☆

No music whatsoever it's distracting. Why would he want it?

Okay driver, brilliant paper-map navigator

Will sit and do absolutely nothing but stare out the window the entire trip if he's neither

Breaks too hard and accelerates too fast, though

Is also kind of heavy-handed with the gear stick he may or may not have snapped one off before...

Never give him a SAT-NAV, though, because he will follow the directions with 100% accuracy and end up driving through a wall or some shit don't try and deny it

Does he ever even blink when he's looking at the road? We may never know

Might be astral projecting, who knows

Forgets people need toilet breaks but refuses to make unscheduled stops

"Just hold it in"

Uh-huh, sure. That's how that works, Toshi

No snacks

Or rather, no fun snacks. Protein bars and mineral water all the way, babyyyy 🙃🙃🙃

Could probably drive all through the night without taking any breaks but that's irresponsible

Don't do it, kids

Will likely devour the entire KFC menu at the service station he's big, okay? He eats a lot

Is prone to leg cramp after long drives oh look, he needs a massage 😏

Doesn't get car sick. Ever. Upset stomachs are for the weak

Has garbage and recycling pouches on the backs of the front seats use them correctly, or feel his wrath

Isn't exactly a barrel of laughs, but it's somehow endearing just like always *happy sigh*

But it's actually a good thing

There's no hidden side to Ushi or any bad or annoying habits that come out of the woodwork on a long road trip

He's just the same old reliable, adorably straightforward Ushijima ❤

☆ Oikawa Tooru ☆

Calls shotgun and demands the aux cord every. Single. Time but it's pretty decent music, so no-one really complains

Not that he's any good at navigation pray for Iwa-chan

Is constantly taking selfies, making TikToks, and documenting the trip on his social media

#ROADTRIP #SQUAD GOALS #BETTER THAN YOU

Will send all the photos in the group chat when it's over, and they actually come out pretty well

Will not stop complaining if the air conditioning is busted and Iwa-chan will threaten to dump him in the middle of nowhere if he doesn't can it 😂

Iwa-chan: I shoulda left you on that street corner where you were standing

Oikawa: But'cha dIDN'T

Bonus points if you get that reference, lmao

Has to keep taking breaks because his butt hurts when he sits down for too long because it's fLaT

I'm sorry, Tooru 😭😭 Forgive me. I love you, really

Is constantly on his phone

But he points out pretty views and interesting sights to everyone all the time awww

Low-key needs to pee all the time, but gets defensive if someone brings it up please stop bulling him, travelling is hard

"Are we there yet?"

Seems kind of annoying, but is actually just genuinely excited to go on a road trip and spend time with his friends 😭😭

Buys matching souvenirs for everyone in secret to surprise them with 🥺

When people complain about all the photos, souvenirs, and enthusiasm, etc. and ask why he has to keep doing it, Oikawa says:

"I want to remember as much of this as possible. I want us all to remember as much of this as much as possible," with a sweet little smile 😭😭😭

And that's when everyone realises how mean they've been to him about being over-the-top and irritating, and they all feel terrible

Just like in the freaking anime, man

☆ Terushima Yuuji ☆

Will hijack the aux cord to play his incredibly niche music taste

Feet up on the dashboard when he rides shotgun

Shoes on is bad enough, but shoes off just stinks up the entire car you have to roll all the windows down, lmfao

Will break all sorts of road laws if you let him behind the wheel please don't

Daichi will come and arrest him 😭😭

Lives on energy drinks

That's all the drinks he packs. Nothing else

Travels in sports wear and sliders yes, even though you reallly shouldn't drive in sandals

Like he knows or cares 😭

Will chat to girls at the gas station and ask for their numbers, even though he's never going to see them again

"You never know, man! It could be, like, fate or something"

Yes, Yuuji, you do. And it's 'or something'

Thinks it's a good time to sext his current booty call because, like, he has hours of free time. What else is he going to do?

Probably forgot to pack actual food

Has to live off of snacks and cheap service station food for the duration of the trip

But not his own snacks, of course. Everyone else's one doesn't keep friends and buy one's own snacks

Genuinely doesn't realise if he's being gross or annoying, so let him down lightly like a bro and he'll probably make an effort to stop

Doesn't plan the route or anything, even if he's driving. Just punches it into Google Maps as he sits his ass down on the day and trusts it to get him there in one piece and on time

Entire Johzenji team: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

For some reason knows how to change a flat tire, though, so he's good for something, I guess 😂😂

Probably saw a YouTube video on it. Maybe a WikiHow article

Somehow still manages to be an endearing part of the trip??

He smiles a lot and makes a lot of jokes, particularly when things go wrong, so it keeps everyone's spirits up

It definitely wouldn't be the same without him

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[monkeebratz]

Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne AU - Super Meet

Initial idea | How it Happened | Addition by iggy-of-fans | Reply to iggy’s Addition | Summer Begins | Summer Part 2 | Supers Meet (you are here) | Scarecrow Interlude |

SO we have two ways that the Parisian Super Squad meets the Batfam. 

The first, which I’m only writing down because I cannot forget about it, and its hilarious is: the Super Squad gets to Gotham, gets Mari’s texts, gets to their hotel room, throws their stuff in, transforms, and starts running around looking for her. They find her walking around the fashion district with the Wayne’s. Adrien, as Chat Noir, spies Marinette first. And, in typical fashion, acts first and thinks later. 

So basically the Wayne’s watch a young, blonde, male version of catwoman throw an incredibly expandable baton between them and Mari, jump down, pick her up. Say “Bonjour. Au revoir.” And then make his expandable baton extend again and carry the now screeching Marinette to the top of the building where the rest of the Super Squad is waiting. Luka is going to strangle him. Holy shit. Chat Noir? More like Chat NO-ir!

The Batfam, of course, suits up and starts chasing after them. In full daylight. (These are the perfect opportunity for “Only in Gotham tweets” tbh) They catch up to Marinette berating all of them in incredibly loud and frantic French. As Multimouse. Going on about how irresponsible it was to leave Paris unprotected! Yes she knows Hawkmoth was defeated but it is the principle of the matter!! And they left BEFORE she told them about what happened with her bio!family and Batman! ALSO THEY KIDNAPPED HER IN BROAD ASS FUCKING DAYLIGHT IT DOESN’T MATTER IF THIS IS GOTHAM YOU SHUT YOUR TRAP CHAT! 

The whole squad looks so defeated but then Mari starts crying and throws herself into Chat’s arms going on about how good it is to see them and she’s so happy they’re here and they’re so so stupid! And then its a hug pile. Big hug pile. The Batfam looks on in utter confusion bc, again, only like. Two of them know French. Then Batman coughs and they all look up and just. Don’t move. Maybe if they don’t move he won’t see them. 

“... I need to be taking Miss Dupain-Cheng back to her family, now.” 

“But-!” WHACK (why yes that’s the sound of Marinette kicking at them all)

“You kidnapped a girl in front of her family with no warning, in a very dangerous city. I’m sure her family would like the reassurance that she’s safe.” 

So Batman and the Robins take Marinette back to Wayne Manor and Alfred clings to her (like he totally didn’t put everything together already they’re all so obvious). And then the Batfam, minus costume, comes barreling down the stairs and they all tackle Marinette and its another hug pile. Bc holy shit Mari why did you get kidnapped by your so called friends? Oh, they’re stupid? Can relate. 

And then. Of course. Guess who shows up at the door. Just peeks their heads in, detransformed of course. “Uh, hi? We’re friends of Marinette? We’re here to visit her?” 

Bruce is shrieking like WHY. WHY IS THIS SHIT GENETIC?! Internally. Can’t spill the beans QUITE yet. 

Anyway, INTRODUCTIONS GALOR, YADA YADA, Dick and Adrien get along so well. Too well. Kagami and Damien also get along well too (they’re both ready to stab a bitch, don’t test them). Luka is too chill NOT to get along with anyone, unless they insult his friends and partners. Chloe is ready to throw down but also holy shit that’s Bruce fucking Wayne? Damn, Mari. DAMN. Already on social media about this. 

(Also listen, I am shipping trash so I’m going to be vague as hell with things but in my brain this will be a poly!partners au so the Super Squad is just dating each other. But for the sake of everyone they could also just be really good/close friends, as they’ll be sharing rooms and be very touchy feeling and such. Its up to you. But just know, I’m just. Like this.) 

So it basically just devolves into story sharing and puppy piles and the Wayne’s all looking at the Super Squad with side eyes bc HM. HOW FAMILY. ALSO STOP TOUCHING THE BABY! NO CORRUPTING THE BABY!! THAT’S OURS!!!

WE SAW HER FIRST SO FUCK YOU!

I’M LITERALLY? HER FATHER? FUCK? YOU? YOU CATWOMAN KNOCK OFF???

This is all happening with their eyes btw

And of course. The whole squad follows Marinette out as Multimouse to go meet batman, who Bruce told her had something to talk with her about. And she kinda cries bc SHE’S GOING TO GET KICKED OUT OF THE CITY BC OF HER IDIOTS!

Its not, its the Batfam taking the Super Squad to the Justice League tower. They weren’t expecting so many people but its fine. They’ll make it work. 

Because Bruce had called the Justice League for an emergency meeting that night with the tone of voice that clearly said anybody who didn’t show up would have a bat hunting them down and shoving his foot up their ass so far they’ll taste patented leather for the rest of their life. They’ve almost never seen him so angry? And he’s bringing guests? What? The fuck?? 

Multimouse Marinette gets briefed that, as the current Guardian of the Miraculous, and a hero of Paris, she’ll be there to get a formal apology and an explanation about why a bunch of teenagers had to fight an emotionally manipulative super villain by themselves. Chat Noir is maybe hiding behind the rest of the Miraculous Crew and they’re only kinda notice but don’t think much of it tbh. Adrien does NOT want to be the one to explain that his FATHER was said super villain. save him. 

Btw the whole group is having mixed reactions to the idea of meeting the Justice League. Adrien wants to run away but he also doesn’t care? Like. They’re all superhero’s, he gets that they can’t always help, but also. Fuck. He loves being a superhero but having someone with actual experience might have saved them all a lot of heartache. Chloe, meanwhile, doesn’t give a sINGLE SHIT about the JL. Fuck them. Fuck them so hard, so assholes ignored them and they’re going to be high and mighty. She may be a better person now but she will not put up with their nonsense. Not now. Not ever. Fight her. Luka is that sort of calm angry? He’s pissed that they brushed them off but since everything’s over there’s no point in holding onto his anger. There may or may not be a lot of meditating in the Bat Plane on the way there so he doesn’t use his lyre like a fucking BOOMERANG AGAIN and smack them all upside the head with it. Kagami doesn’t care? She’ll threaten them to the ends of the earth should they ever blow off such messages again, but she also just. Has very little emotional investment in them otherwise. 

Marinette, of course, is freaking out and pacing and trying to channel her inner ladybug and screaming internally bc why. WHY. She’s angry but she also understands, but she’s still so stressed. just. please. Tiny squeaks. 

And okay, they get there, and Batman comes in with ALL the Robins AND all these new kids? 

Flash: I’m sorry, you called an emergency meeting because of your extended family? 

Diana: HUSH

Because Diana, of course, recognizes them what and who they are. And is screaming bc holy shit? The Miraculous Holders are active again? Do they need their help? Where is Ladybug? Who is the Guardian? She just has. so. many. questions. 

And Captain Marvel/Shazam (seriously wtf IS HIS NAME) is fangirling HARD. Because that’s the Miraculous Holders! The ORIGINAL magic users! SEVERAL of his people (Hercules/etc) were Miraculous holders on top of Shazam and HOOOLLLY SHIT THEY’RE HERE! IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT!!!

Superman, Green Arrow, and several others are sweating bc uh. UH. OH SHIT THOSE MESSAGES WERE REAL?

Yes. They were real. And now they have Batman in full dad mode demanding an explanation. Several people (Superman, other mutation/alien esc powers) claim they went to Paris to check on the damage but they couldn’t find any, OR the supposed supers of villain. 

Multimouse steps forward and starts explains how the Ladybug powers work and if they had bothered to contact them beyond telling them this wasn’t a line of communication to be used for PRANKS, they would know better. Diana chimes in with how she was helped created BY the Ladybug miraculous, etc, why did nobody ask her about this? Hell, why did nobody ask their resident magic user, Captain Marvel/Shazam??? 

Green Lantern: No offense, but doesn’t this all seem a little far fetched? 

Chloe: ... Bitch, you have an alien ring that gives you powers. Shut the fuck up. 

So there’s some arguing, back and forth, and Bruce looses his temper a little bit. Smacks his hand HARD on the table. “Enough. It is your job to investigate. It is not your job to leave the saving of an entire city to my fucking daughter, who was barely thirteen at the time this all started. As far as I’m concerned, this can never, ever, happen again. Wonder Woman, Captain, I assume you’d be willing to go through our notifications for any discrepancies?” 

And there’s a huge moment of silence. Everyone’s staring at him. Multimouse squeaks. Red Hood just. “Good going, Bats. Real smooth.” 

Chat: OH MY GOD YOUR DAD IS BATMAN? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING, WHY- HOOOOO OH MY GOD YOUR DAD! BATMAN! IS DAD! YOUR DAD WHO IS ALSO-!

Viperion is making wheezing noises and covers Chat’s mouth and then there’s even more yelling and arguing and finger pointing, and Bruce wants a drink. And a nap. In whatever order he can get them. 

Basically he gets Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel/Shazam to agree to looking through messages but also gets the hell out of dodge. 

Next in, the reactions to all this tomfoolery. Also apparently superhero-ism is now genetic. 

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Could you do an ABO where the reason why Dick left and Bruce adopted Jason was because Dick had a teenage pregnancy? and the dad is Roy and when Lian is born everyone lies about who the mom is and that Dick is just the cool uncle ho is always there and no one knows the truth except Dick, Bruce and Roy.

He was young, excited, and honestly really dumb. He thought he was invincible because he was Robin. Everyone loved him, and he was a ray of sunshine in Gotham. As Dick Grayson, people sent him compliments left and right about how adorable he was, and how lucky Bruce was to have him as a son.

And perhaps, it got to his head a little bit. Dick was overconfident and tended to get little reckless with adrenaline pumping in his veins.

Dick could still remember that night with startling clarity.

He and Roy had just gotten back from a mission. It did not even matter what the mission was for. All Dick could recall was that it was a huge success, and he was abound with energy. So much so that it triggered his presentation prematurely. Typically, people presented around the time they turned eighteen, but it is possible to present a bit earlier or later. 

Dick was sixteen and a half when his first heat was triggered, and he had no one else there but Roy. His pheromones were so powerful that he had triggered Roy’s premature presentation too. And so, the night went. 

The two of them - one deep in heat, the other in the beginnings of his rut - found the nearest flat surface and christened it all night long. Dick still remembered the feeling of his first alpha knot swelling inside of him and pumping his fertile body full of delicious alpha seed. 

Even in his heat-hazy mind, Dick was sure he knew exactly when it happened. It was a little shiver that ran through his full body and a tiny moan from his throat. Dick just knew. 

But the next morning, Dick ignored it, denied it, blocked it from his memory. He and Roy swore never to bring that night up again. They gave their respective mentors no explanation of what happened to cause them both to present prematurely on the same night. 

It was Alfred who convinced Dick to take a pregnancy test. A month and a half after the incident, Alfred finds out that Dick had been throwing up in his bathroom every morning. 

It took some yelling and a lot more denial before Dick finally broke down and told Alfred what had happened that night. Alfred was sympathetic, and he let the young omega cry into his shoulder for hours. He did not tell Bruce.

Alfred held Dick’s hand while Dick waited for the results of the pregnancy test. Then, he held the boy again when he started crying at the news. 

It was positive, but Dick already knew that. It was just that it was so jarring to see it on paper.

“It’s going to be okay, Master Dick,” Alfred said, pushing back Dick’s tear-matted bangs.

“No,” Dick sobbed, tears and snot flowing freely. “Bruce’s gonna fire me, and- and he’s gonna kick me out! And- And Roy-” He took a shuddering breath and started crying anew. 

“Master Bruce won’t kick you out,” Alfred assured. “I won’t let him.” Those words did little to soothe Dick’s worries, especially considering he did not deny that Bruce will fire him. 

Bruce took the news rather well.

He sat stoically behind his desk, staring at Dick, who almost shrank back under his gaze. 

“How far?” Bruce asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“T-Two months,” Dick mumbled, twisting the tissue in his hands. 

Bruce sighed, closing his eyes. He was silent for a long time. “I have a friend who is an obstetrician-gynecologist who specializes in... exceptional cases. She won’t say anything.”

Dick sniffled. He had been prepared for a sharp lecture on responsibility, but it never came. He nodded and asked the question that had been eating away at him day and night since he found out.

“Are you going to fire me?” he whispered. 

“You can’t be Robin if you’re pregnant, Dick,” Bruce said coldly. 

Dick nodded, understanding that much. “Then, where... where will I go?”

Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? You’re still staying here, of course. You just be...” he sighed. “You’ll just be a normal teenager. I suppose I’ll have to pull you out of school as well. I’ll see if Madame Beaulieu is still tutoring...” Then, he gave Dick a sharp look. “Have you told the father yet?”

Dick twisted his tissue some more. “Not yet,” he said. 

Bruce’s lips pressed together. “You should talk to him. Whatever you two decide...” He sighed again and shook his head. “I just hope it doesn’t mean I will have to see Queen more often.”

Dick cracked the tiniest of smiles at that. Maybe things really were going to be okay. 

“Roy, I’m pregnant.”

Roy’s bowstring twanged as it snapped against his forearm. “Shit!” Roy yelled before turning to Dick. “You’re what?!”

“Pregnant,” Dick said, much calmer than he felt inside. He handed Roy another arrow.

Roy stared at him. “Fuck, it’s mine, isn’t it?” he asked. He dropped his bow and crouched down, snatching the arrow from Dick and tossing it aside. “Was it- Was it because of... that night?”

Dick nodded, pulling his legs up to his chest. “Yeah,” he whispered. 

Roy sat down, dumbfounded. “Oh my god...”

“I know,” Dick said. 

“Do you know its gender?” Roy asked.

Dick shook his head. “It’s too early to tell.”

“Oh,” Roy said. “What are you going to do?” he asked, staring at Dick’s belly, which had yet to show. “What about Robin?”

“I’m not Robin anymore,” Dick said, still miserable about that. “But B is letting me stay. As for afterwards... I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t want a kid, Roy. Not right now at least.”

Roy nodded. “I know what you mean,” he said. Then, he looked up at Dick. “Can I...?”

Dick laughed and uncurled himself. “You won’t feel anything,” he said, but he still let Roy touch. “My OBGYN said I probably won’t show for a while since I presented really early.”

“Oh,” Roy said, still in wonder. “Can I feel when you do start to show?”

Dick smiled. “Sure, Roytoy.”

Past that point, everything went smoothly. Dick mostly stayed at the Manor, occasionally going to visit Roy, but Roy mostly came over. They spent many nights just cuddling together in bed, despite Bruce’s unsubtle glare sent in Roy’s direction the first few times he stayed the night.

Dick’s belly grew as the months passed, and the baby was very healthy despite Dick’s young age, and Roy came with him to the OBGYN to find out the gender.

“A girl?” Roy asked, his voice suspiciously high. 

The doctor nodded. “A perfectly healthy baby girl.”

Roy burst out crying, and Dick knew then that the baby was not going anywhere. As he suspected, Roy admitted that he wanted to take responsibility of the child after Dick gives birth. He even had a name picked out: Lian Harper.

Dick told him then that he was not ready to be tied down with a kid of his own, but he would like to be in Lian’s life, one way or another. They agreed on the plan and told Bruce and Alfred.

Bruce was almost relieved when he heard the news, and he was much more welcoming to Roy after that. Dick had the feeling that Bruce was not ready for the title of “grandfather” yet either, but he would not mind having a tiny child around in the Manor.

Roy did not tell Oliver anything until after six months after Dick had Lian. Oliver had been outraged, and he fired Roy for being irresponsible and for not telling Oliver anything. Roy had also lied and said the mother was some random girl he had met. Roy was not too upset about it, saying he and Oliver had been at odds for a while now.

Despite their heated parting, Oliver did pay for Roy and Lian to move into a penthouse of their own in one of the nicest areas of Gotham. It was fortunately close to the Manor as well, and Dick could visit them often. 

But Dick... he was free again. As soon as he had gotten back in shape, Dick upped and left the Manor, and Nightwing was born. 

Dick lived and breathed Nightwing. Most nights, towards the end of patrol, Dick would drop by Roy’s penthouse to say hi to Roy and to greet Lian, who adored her uncle Nightwing. 

Dick was so happy with Nightwing that he was almost accepting of the new Robin. Almost.

Jason was brash and rude. He had screamed and recoiled violently from Lian when he first met her because Lian tried touching his face with her jelly covered fingers.

At least Lian found it incredibly entertaining.

“DeeDee!” Lian giggled, holding her hands out and wrapping them around Dick’s neck instead. “Jelly!” She pointed at Jason.

Dick grimaced and laughed. “That’s Jason, baby girl,” he said.

“Jelly!” Lian laughed, waving at Jason again. Jason glared at her from a safe distance away. Her other hand went to Dick’s hair, her sticky fingers pulling at her hair. 

“Let’s go wash your hands,” Roy said, taking Lian from Dick. “You’re going to get Dickie all dirty. He’s supposed to be training Jason, and you’re supposed to have a nap now.”

“No!” Lian shouted, kicking her legs. “Daddy, no! Jelly! DeeDee!”

“I’m going to go put her down for a nap,” Roy said with a grimace, Lian’s fingers now in his hair too. “Work on that roundhouse kick, kid!”

Jason frowned at Roy’s back as he walked away. “I’m not a kid,” he grumbled, walking back to the training mats.

“Buba!” Lian screamed at Bruce when he walked by, still begging for someone to save her from the nap. 

Dick laughed at Bruce’s alarmed expression. Then, he turned back to Jason. “You kind of are a kid though,” he said. “Now, let’s try the kicks again. Make sure to keep your legs straight, otherwise you won’t get that impact you want.”

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I wasn’t sure how to end this, so it was a bit sudden. And there isn’t... really... smut in this, but I had no idea how to work it in. Still, writing this was fun, so thanks for the prompt!