#poor roy though

[shkika]

Aged Through Blood

[goodmorninglovelies42]

There’s a scene in Criminal Minds where an HR rep comes to give a presentation on sexual harassment in the workplace and it’s clearly based on actual behavior from Morgan and Garcia.

So now I’m imagining a similar situation with Roy and Jamie. All of Richmond AFC sitting through mandatory harassment training when the slide comes up of “Examples of Innapropriate Behaviour” and it’s like:

1. Asking coworkers to tie strings around their genitalia

2. Tying colleagues to a bicycle and yelling “mush”

3. Making employees repeat degrading remarks about their own appearance

And Roy’s just like:

[voiddaisy]

guys what the balls no one told me how tragic roy harper is either. what do you mean he had a daughter but he is DEAD. what do you mean he was jason todd’s best friend and he died. what the balls guys warn a girl next time.

[fanofshitorwhatever]

They must have nibbled kendall while he was water motifing :(

[cchickki]

he’s the eldest boy! 👑

zoomed in details

[schmweed]

[kunaigirl]

Here, have some drawings/cleaned sketches of a few story points when Roy has his fight with Big Tech, and of course the concluding result. I haven't let myself just draw without worrying about rendering in a while with the pressure off and it was pretty fun lmao.

Anyways, there's something super funny about these being the first things I draw in 2023, but honestly I haven’t drawn anything fucked up in a WHILE despite basically all of my OCs having some level of fucked up backstories lol

[kissmehardy]

New law that anyone who works in an office cant have an opinion on my job because they fundamentally cant understand what im doing

[gay-dorito-dust]

You may request A batboys reacting to the death of the reader

First time writing for Tim, so he’s probs ooc in this one.

Dick feels as though he’s failed you.

He tries to act like he was fine but he was far from it and everyone knew it as they stepped on eggshells with him during this time.

Dick would often find himself sat on the very rooftops where he’d take you on countless dates or just to star gaze and talk as though you were still with him.

It was his own way of comforting himself with your loss but that was never enough to stop the tears that fell from his eyes when he spotted a bright star he’s never seen before until now, and laughs humourlessly.

‘I see you’ve finally made your way amongst the stars huh sweetheart?’ He’d say as your star would twinkle in response, making him chuckle. ‘You’re so beautiful, the brightest of your kind.’ He adds sombrely as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as he felt his heart sing out for you, only to receive nothing in return.

Reality was often disappointing but with you it was a fairy tale.

Waking up to you was a dream within itself and getting to do mundane things with you before heading off to work was something that could only exist in a daydream.

He knew Hayley misses you as badly as he does with how he’d hear the poor dog whine and whimper at the door, as if waiting for you to walk through it and tackle her with kisses and love like you always did, only to get nothing for hours.

‘I know, I miss them too.’ He says against Hayley’s fur as she whimpers and whines at the door. ‘I miss them so fucking much it hurts.’ He adds as he allows himself to mourn for you alongside his dog long into the night.

Jason blames himself for not being fast enough or strong enough to keep you protected and safe.

The apartment you once shared with him that only recently had started to feel like home to him now felt cold and haunted with the ghost of you, so much so to the point he avoids it at all cost.

Nothing felt right without you, everything felt wrong and unjustified that he became more ruthless then before on patrols just to let off some steam and would come back from them more beaten and bruised then normal.

He didn’t care, he couldn’t feel anything anymore with how numb he became after loosing you.

Dick and Roy would stop by to see how he was doing but each visit was the same with Jason refusing his older brother and best friend entry as he held one of your plushies tightly against his chest. He knows they mean well but he just couldn’t find it within himself to hear the same thing he’s heard from everyone else; It just felt disingenuous after a while and didn’t feel as though people truly understood the impact that you had on him throughout your time together.

Jason would become more destructive with himself and going headfirst into danger without a second thought and damns his teammates for dragging him out by the scruff of his neck as he fights and kicks out of their hold. He doesn’t want to be saved! He just wanted to be with you again, why couldn’t they see that?!

After loosing you Jason becomes more prone to angry outbursts and often lets them out on the wrong person but he couldn’t care less at this point, his favourite person was gone and he was left back where he was before you.

Lost and deeply afraid.

Tim would retreat from everyone and everything by cooping himself into his room, rarely to come out.

He’d rather rot in his bed and on his phone, looking through all the photos you’ve taken together and seeing just how happy you both were, all the while a pit in his stomach grew at the thought of all the plans you’ve made but would never get to do.

He hated how easily he gave you his heart and hated it even more at just how easy it was to loose you that he wishes that he could stop himself from meeting you for the first time, just so he could selfishly save himself from the best moments of his life and the inevitable heartbreak he’d soon suffer.

Tim would do anything in his power to get you back but knew that it just wasn’t possible.

He knew Jason was given life by the Lazarus pit but he wasn’t willing to subject you to that even if he was held at gunpoint. He’d rather you rest in peace than force you to live with the knowledge that you should technically be dead.

Tim would remain in his room, wondering about the what ifs and the what could’ve beens if you hadn’t died. Would someone have taken your place? Was your death an unchangeable fixed point in time that was meant to happen?

He would only be reunited with you in his dreams where he has saved you and you had gotten to live out the rest of your life happily, rather then left for dead in an alleyway not too far from the place where you were originally going to meet up for date night.

Damian dedicated his life to getting revenge.

He had lost the light in his life, so why should he think his adversaries should live when you weren’t even given the option?

There will be more bodies pilling up on the streets of Gotham at a faster rate than normal whenever Damian is on patrol, much to Bruce’s dismay.

His anger and grief was all consuming and that left little to no room for logic to make him stop and see what he was doing was no better than the thing that took you away.

Life was black and white for a long time for Damian and you were the colour.

You were the air he breathed and without you he was gasping.

He knew about the Lazarus pit in his grandfather’s possession and its mythical properties and how it gave Jason a second chance at life. However he was at a cross roads on using it for his own selfish gain, on one hand he could have you back and everything would be fine again, but on the other hand you wouldn’t be the version of you he fell in love with…

Damian didn’t know what to do. The grief, the anger, the sadness…it was all too much for him. He felt as though he apart of him was missing and he would never get it back, it just wasn’t possible.

Bruce feels as though nothing has changed since his parents death.

He may be older, faster, stronger and wiser but that didn’t mean nothing in the face of death, and your death only proved that to be true as he held you in his arms, holding you close to his chest as he quietly sobs into your cold neck.

Much like Tim, Bruce doesn’t take care of himself anymore and it was up to Alfred to make sure that he doesn’t keep over and die unexpectedly.

‘They wouldn’t want this for you sir.’ Alfred would say as Bruce slams his hands down on the surface of his desk. ‘And what would you know that they want for me Alfred, y/n’s dead and it’s my fault.’ He would bark and bare his teeth at the only father figure he had in his life, a father figure whom has seen this expression bore on the young master’s face more times then he could count, but it still hurt him to see Bruce in pain and heartbreak.

‘They would want you to take care of yourself, sleep proper hours, eat full meals, shower, reach out to anyone,’ Alfred began to walk towards Bruce and place a hand on his shoulder, where he could practically feel the unbridled anger and pain radiation through him that he kept under control. ‘They wouldn’t want you to wallow in pain alone, Gotham needs you.’

‘And I needed them.’ Bruce replied sharply, aggressively wiping his eyes with his hand as he looks over at a framed picture of you that he always kept nearby. ‘All I wanted was them.’ He adds softly this time as he looks at Alfred, lost and confused at what to do now that his anchor was gone. ‘I miss them so much Alfred.’

Alfred brings Bruce into his arms, much like he did when he lost his parents, when he lost Jason and now you, allowing him to burrow his face into the Butler’s shoulder and softly sob into the fabric. Alfred felt his heart break even more as he rubbed Bruce’s back in an attempt of bringing him comfort. ‘I know master Bruce, I know, but you’d be doing their memory a great disservice by destroying yourself.’ The older man started as he looked over at the framed picture of you and smiled soberly, you were a beacon to Bruce and Alfred wasn’t afraid to say that he viewed you as his in law with how happy you made Bruce and that was all Alfred could ever want for him.

Now that you were gone, Alfred couldn’t help but feel that the manor got just that little bit lonelier without you.

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

four batboys + roy bc why not. five blurbs. five different threesomes. that’s it. pls note; any “her” or “she” pronoun refers to your friend. briefly implied ass eating for terry, courtesy of @dosiido

❧ bruce, well versed in handling more than one, finds it cute when you start to get a little jealous. it’s something you wanted to try since he’s so experienced, and he warns you that he has a playboy representation to keep, but he treats both of you with the same praise and pleasure and it drives you insane. bruce fucks you while he’s knuckles deep inside of your friend, apologizing for not fucking her, feeding her the same attention you’ve begged him for many times prior. she’s touching all over him, and god- he’s allowing it? there’s not love to it, of course, but it makes you sit up, just barely yanking him to greet his lips with yours, as if telling him to leave her fucking herself on his hand while you two indulge in each other. he’s charming all the while, cooing about how greedy you are, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care considering you’re the one taking bruce wayne to the hilt while wearing that expensive shiny stone on your ring finger.

❧ dick’s got you and your friend in bed for the sake of a little game; seeing who gets jealous of who first. just for fun, but it’s never acted upon until both of you have a motive after pissing each other off. now you’re both fighting to make the other envious. his idea, of course, but he can’t help the twitch in his brow while his head’s between your thighs and watching you tongue fuck her mouth the same way you do him. holding her face, moaning into her mouth and sucking on her tongue, and he can’t tell if he’s turned on by the obvious oral fixation or pissed off that it’s not his lips you’re biting. you’ve got the upper hand until things switch around, though- and suddenly listening to your boyfriend praise this chick for how good she takes his cock down her throat has you ready to rip her hair out.

❧ jason calls you crazy for even thinking he’d fuck anyone other than you, so it takes a tipsy snd somewhat blurred night for him to let you have fun. he makes it clear that it’s still a dumb idea, telling you not to feel bad when your friend gets blown off. you work around his devotion to you by simply tending to her yourself; moaning into her cunt and fucking yourself on jason’s cock while he zones in on your ass clapping against his pelvis. for just a moment you take after him by loving on her thighs and curling your dainty fingers up her pussy, making sure he doesn’t have to even acknowledge her so you can watch her moan for his attention while he’s enthralled in you. only downside is when jason avoids kisses, because he’ll gag at the taste of another woman on his tongue, and when there’s no tingly feeling to soften him up he takes note to fuck you senseless later for getting him into this.

❧ terry’s tempted to suggest this again, moaning as you kiss down his chest and abdomen while fucking his cock deeper into some other chick’s throat. it’s lazy and laid back, minus the disregard he has for her breath, but he’s never been any nicer to you anyway. terry’s antsy, though, eager to get you on your hands and knees with your pretty holes front and center while her head hangs over the edge of the bed. now his cock’s practically bulging out of her throat, and he’d be enjoying the sight if he weren’t burying his face in your pussy and between your asscheeks. poor girl’s got her makeup all types of fucked up because of your boyfriend, but his tongue drags up to prod at your ass and you feel bad for how quickly he’s got you writhing.

❧ roy’s the type of sleazy motherfucker that wants a girl riding him while she makes out with another girl. ass on full display while you roll your hips on top of him, all while your friend gropes and makes out with you. two pretty girls getting off on him, and he doesn’t even mind that you seem more into her than him because of how hot you two are together. or let him make out with your pretty cunt while you and her share his cock, sucking on the tip while she kisses at the base of it. he wants it nasty, spit and cum leaking between his legs while trails slick up his abdomen, just to make a memory.

[luludeluluramblings]

I see no one talking about the repercussions this will have on the JL. It's a general consensus Bruce's getting a heart attack but I think you all overlook how this is going to be reflected on how he behaves with the team members whose protégés messed with his daughter.

There you have Superman. Clark Kent. Man of steel practically invencible who could've lived without knowing about his son/brother/clone of himself's love life. Now he's sure Bruce implanted Kryptonite in his eyes by the way his gaze would pierce his skull if the Dark Knight didn't look away.

(Secretly glad to have a grandson/nephew/technically son/daughter new addition to the half-Kryptonian family)

Then there is poor Oliver Queen, Aka: Green Arrow, who has no idea what Roy's doing 70-80% of the time but who would sit next to Dinah and far from Batman because the man's daughter is pregnant and the guy has no chill about it.

Shout out to The Flash and GL for directly skipping the JL meetings (None of them were even aware that Batman had a daughter but they prefer not to risk triggering a contingency plan. Barry for Bart and Wally's sake. Hal because he secretly supports the theory that Batman is a vampire and doesn't want to be dragged by association into Kyle's mess)

–🦎 (saw someone do this and thought it was cute)

Bruce would be composed during JL meetings, he's had too much practice on his poker face. (Suppressing that shit.)

It's going to be those 0.2 seconds after the meeting where he pulls the corresponding League member aside to talk when everyone else realizes shit must be going down.

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Clark wouldn't run, but he'd approach with same amount of caution one would give a rapid wild animal. And, if needed, he'd play dumb. He's play so dumb. (Completely pretending that he didn't just go dig out all his and Jon's old baby furniture and clothes, and that Lois is planning the baby shower possibly with Luthor's help.)

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Oliver, would run. He would literally run. He stays out of Roy's business, and he'll stay out of this. He'll spoil the kid when they get here, but he is staying out of firing range. No thank you. God speed to Roy, but hell no. (Will pat Roy on the back though, because the kid's gotta have some massive balls to do this.)

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Barry will not run. Barry will probably pull the lovable goof card and talk about how exciting it is that their going to be grandparents and already be coordinating holidays and family visits. And, you know what, Bruce will take it. Planning for the future is his hobby. But, he'll definitely make sure Barry is distracted while he gives whichever Speedster is was to knock Reader up the shovel talk.

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Hal will fucking laugh. He will laugh at Bruce like he doesn't have a gun of yellow holi powder in his pocket. He will actually laugh at Bruce's face without care and so hard. Kyle's not his kid, but god damn will he feel so proud for him making Batman a grandpa.

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[hoodzgyal]

the corruption kink would be STRONG in a roy/jay threesome

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑.

#DESCRIPTION: the one where jason and roy make it their mission to ruin their longtime bestie, the local good girl at uni. mdni.

#NOTES: this singular comment inspired a whole (albeit poorly written) fic. thank u. also the song are y’all are listening to in the fic is sugar by sleep token, hence the name. also pls be nice this is my first full fic omg😚

“I really oughta go home,” you hum as you look at the clock, sweet voice ringing out into the otherwise quiet of Jason and Roy’s shared living room.

The three of you became friends quickly, under the crucible that was a horrific semester of an Advanced Statistics class during junior year of college. Now, a year later, you find yourself spending weekends at their shared apartment, watching movies, playing games, and just existing in their space.

There’s always been a sense of tension between the three of you, whether or be the bizarrely evident sexual tension between Jason and Roy, or you and one of the boys. You’d never dare bring it up, though, for fear of ruining the sacred friendship you three have forged.

The men are seated on either side of you on the couch, virtually squishing you between their hard, muscular frames. The quiet croons of Jason’s favorite band occupy the rest of the space as the two of them indulge in their personal vices, Jason’s being a glass of whiskey and Roy’s being a homemade Old Fashioned.

Though you say you ought to head home, you make no move for the door.

“It’s dark out, sweetheart,” Jason rumbles, sipping on his drink, “And late as fuck. We’ll take ya home in the morning.”

Roy nods at this before chucking your chin, murmuring, “It’s our first sleepover in literally forever, how fun!”

You nod without saying anything, letting a comfortable silence settle over the room, save for the suggestive croons and whines of the song coming from the speaker. You feel heat crawl over your neck and face as you listen to the song, realizing how close Jason and Roy are to you. How pink their lips are. How the taste of the alcohol they’re sipping would taste on their lips if you were to ki-

“Sweets?” Roy leers down at you, auburn lashes blinking in confusion, “What’re ya looking at?”

“You know what she’s lookin’ at,” Jason rumbles, as one of his muscled arms come down to wrap around your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Your eyes are wide as they flicker between the two men. You sharply exhale, parting your brown, glossy lips, unsure of what to do or say.

“Poor thing,” Roy drawls, cupping your cheek, “Lookin’ like a deer in headlights. ‘S okay, sweets, we don’t bite.”

“Not unless you want us to,” Jason adds, setting a large hand over your bare thigh. His eyes are lidded, watching you like a predator watches prey. He glances at Roy, and slyly smirks at the shared understanding between the two men. Still, they want to give you a chance to say no, a chance to leave and act like this never happened.

“Say you want us to,” Roy mumbles, green eyes searching your body. It’s only now that you realize how scantily clad you all are, Jason being shirtless, Roy in a pair of loose boxers and a black wifebeater, and you in one of your ratty oversized band tees and tiny pajama shorts. You find yourself nodding, eyes still wide in disbelief.

“He said, say it, sweetheart,” Jason tuts in your ear as he pulls you into his lap. He allows you to settle into him, letting out a low growl at the friction you create while doing so.

“I want you to- ah”, you gasp, shuddering as Roy’s lips find your collarbone. You can feel him smiling into you as his fingers tease the hem of your tee, barely ghosting the waistband of your shorts. Your hands come up to meet his hair, idly playing in it as Jason’s large hands find their way into the waistband of your shorts.

You lift your hips for him, allowing the shorts to slide off of you as Roy works his way around your neck, tugging at your tee with a pout. Jason seems to get the hint as he hums from behind you, “Lift your arms f’me, bunny.”

Ever the obedient little thing, you do so as Jason lifts the shirt over your head, exposing the lacy pink bralette and panties to the boys. The garments hug your plush body deliciously, highlighting every curve and dip as you slowly grind on Jason’s lap.

“You little minx,” Roy groans as Jason’s arms cage you where you sit, “How long you been hiding this from us, huh?”

“Too long,” Jason mumbles, nipping at your ear as his large fingers find their way over your barely clothed pussy, “Let Roy have a taste, hm baby? How’s that sound?”

“So good,” you whine, pushing your ass into Jason’s lap. You can feel his thick cock pulsate as he groans, “Go ahead, Roy. Make baby girl cum.”

Roy all but rips off your panties, exposing your cunt to the cool air. “She’s so pretty,” he marvels, before pressing a sweet kiss to your clit.

You whine in embarrassment, turning your head away from the sight of Roy lapping at your wet pussy. Jason catches your lips in a sweet kiss as he works your bra off of you. He eagerly swallows your moans as his fingers come up to toy with your hardened nipples.

“I want a taste,” Jason says, tugging at Roys hair. He pulls the redhead up for a heated kiss before pulling him back down, rasping, “stretch ‘er out f’me,” as he ruts his clothed cock against your bare ass.

“Someone’s gettin’ impatient,” Roy leers, sticking a thick digit into your glistening cunt, giving you languid, slow strokes. You let out a near pornographic moan at the intrusion before Roy snickers.

“Guess I should add another, huh,” he murmurs, adding another finger. You keen, arching into Jason as his thumb presses on your needy clit.

“Such a greedy little girl,” Jason muses as you moan in delight, “Whaddya want now, hm?”

“Wan’ cum,” you mewl, breathless, “wanna cum on your cock with Roy’s dick in my mouth.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jason smiles down at you, “On your hands and knees. Now.”

Roy smirks in anticipation, stopping the pumping of his fingers to allow you to get on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open wide,” Roy sings, tugging his red boxers down to expose his fat cock, tip angry and already leaking. He slaps the tip on your tongue a few times as Jason kneads your ass from behind you. He gives it a sharp smack and you lurch forward, gripping onto Roy’s strong thighs with a strangled moan.

“Look at you,” Roy sighs as you weakly stroke his cock with both hands, “takin’ initiative. Such a good girl.”

You can hear Jason hum in assent behind you, pressing the thick head of his cock into your pussy. You gasp, lightly squeezing Roy’s dick as Jason enters you fully. He rocks his hips into yours, allowing you to get your bearings as you give Roy’s dick kitten licks along with languid strokes.

“She is a good little slut, ain’t she,” Jason grunts as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours as you suckle the head of Roy’s cock. Roy mewls as one of your hands comes down to fondle his balls, causing him to let out a strangled moan. His moans grow in volume as you take him further into your mouth and down your throat as he whines, “Just like that, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop, you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Jasons pace grows more erratic as time goes on, and one of hands creeps under you to play with your clit. He gasps as you clench around his thick cock, your muffled whines and moans only bringing him closer to orgasm. Your cunt seizes around him as you cum without warning, whining and keening around Roy’s dick. The vibrations of your voice only spur him forwards as he groans, thrusting forward and painting your throat white.

Jason sighs with pleasure as you fuck yourself back on him, seeking another orgasm.

“Of course you want another,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, “You’re such a- fuck, you’re just a little whore for us, huh?”

You nod, looking up to see Roy stroking his overstimulated cock, nearing tears. He leans down pulling you into a deep kiss as his tongue probes your mouth, searching for the taste of himself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Jason whines, ramming himself into you from behind. He slows as he empties his load into you, keeping you on his cock for just a moment longer.

You’re spent, lip gloss smeared, mascara ruined, and lace front messy as Jason lifts you off of his cock with ease, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. Roy palms himself at the sight, eyes focused on the cum dripping from your glistening cunt.

“Hey sweets,” he rasps, licking his lips as they both walk you to the bathroom, “Let me uh, clean you up, yeah?”

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[blackbirdsblackberries]

What do you think of a teenage antihero reader?

Readers are the type of people who like to tease others. Of course, they also like to create chaos.

like:

Batman feels sad because his children are estranged from him.

Reader: *deliberately calls Batman papa in front of the Batkids. makes them jealous and fight to get Batman's love.* "Papa, let me join this mission.", "Papa, pocket money?"

Reader: "I wasn't adopted by Batman. Why do I call Batman papa?" *Looks at the Batkids, who look at Reader with bullet-shaped eyes* "Because it's fun and I get to watch them get jealous but can't do anything to me, haha"

Reader: Spend time with your father and I will handle your affairs. Same old account, transfer the money there. *Accepts to stay away from Batman happily because Batkids will pay Reader*

I love this!

I don't know if this is yandere or not so I'll do overall reactions and you can decide whether they end up yandere or not! (If you want proper yandere then don't be afraid to ask)

At first Dick doesn't mind, in fact he finds it odd - who would want to call Batman "Papa" or any type of name like that? Over time however he'll start to feel an odd pang in his chest, he could've been the teenager calling Bruce that, he could have had a good relationship with Bruce like how you seem to (even if you yourself are pretending). So, he gets huffy and irritable whenever he sees you. He'll find some flaw in what you do and immediately tell everyone and try to make you look bad - you don't care clearly but Dick feels like he's doing something so you pretend, kinda.

Jason at first pities you. He thinks you genuinely mean it, that you genuinely see Batman as a father figure. He's so sure that Batman is going to fail you. That is until it starts getting too much. Jason would of spoken to Roy about it over some drinks and despite what Roy would have said Jason would feel bitter and angry - he could have had that! If he didn't fall for that trap, if Joker didn't kill him, if Bruce - no, Batman, got to him in time. Jason would from then on "accidentally" stumble across missions he wasn't supposed to be there for that you and Batman would be on. He'd flip you off before bantering with Batman - you shrug it off, you don't actually have any interest in Batman being your dad.

Tim is automatically suspicious, you're known for causing chaos and judging by how everyone reacts this is probably just one of your ploys. He doesn't pay much mind but slowly gets peeved at your continuance. Haven't you had your fun already? (no, seeing the reactions of the others makes you continue). Tim digs into your civilian life - he and the others found out about it when you first appeared so as to label you as a threat or not. He'll dig up past mistakes and issues then present them to Bruce and you, subtly taunting you with your past so as to convince you to distance yourself. When you don't he gets petty, you approach Batman - he steps in front of you and blocks your path. You yell out to him - he yells louder. You want to go on a mission - oh no.. Looks like you're swamped with work AND injured :(

Damian is immediately pissed. What are you doing? You shouldn't be pretending that Batman is your father! You aren't blood - hell, you aren't even adopted! Damian, though he's gotten better, is very traditionalist (thanks to his grandfather). What you're doing - along with the chaos you cause in general - is against the proper traditional lifestyle. Is he just using that as an excuse and doesn't actually believe it? yes. Is he going to stop? no. Fuck that. Damian dreams of setting his animals on you, the only thing stopping him is that he doesn't want his poor animals to meet such a disgusting person like you. Instead, he'll stand on your toes, ignore you if you need help, stay close to Batman and try and intimidate you away.

Finally they all would of had enough and would corner you, they'd offer to pay you to stay away and you all would sort out a deal.

It'd confuse Batman as to why you're suddenly keeping your distance while his children are constantly around him. Batman has a soft spot for children - you included. He thought he was fixing you but now you're back to your old habits??? Batman would immediately be onto his children and question them. They don't crack easily so Batman checks their accounts, messages, etc until he gets enough proof that they are the reason you keep away. He's obviously disappointed and ends up trying to talk his way into you becoming one of his full allies - you obviously reject it, you don't actually care for him and prefer to not be stuck on just one side.

The others end up being forced to ask you to join back and you reject them, they threaten you that they'd stop paying you and you laugh - they've given you enough money to last a year, maybe more if you're frugal!

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Idle Hands

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Porn with a smidge of plot. Degradation. Mean and condescending Gator. Teasing. Fingering. Blasphemy. Debauchery. Religious themes. Readers age is not specified but both are consenting adults.

Enjoy my little sinners!

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Stifling. That's the only way you could describe it. The air was thick as the crowd began to trickle in filling the small church, which would only make it worse.

The air conditioner has been out nearly a month now, with the preacher promising to fix it every Sunday. Isn't lying still a sin? You think to yourself.

You could have just skipped but decided last minute to throw on a sundress and make the short walk, heat be damned.

As you sat in the very back pew, your mind was wondering what you did to deserve such punishment but then that reminder sat down beside you with his slicked back hair and Sunday's best button up shirt.

Roy tipped his hat toward you as he caught your eye in passing, making his way toward the front. Sheriff Tillman always makes a show of himself. You often wonder if his daddy ever thought it odd the way Gator always gravitated toward you.

He kept a respectable distance at first and for a moment the heat wasn't so bad as you stared at his rugged profile. Sharp jawline and strong nose, he was handsome, but you'd never tell him that.

Once the pastor stands and the service begins, he slides over pressing in right beside you, his jean clad thigh resting against your bare one with your dress riding just midway up.

The unbearable heat was no match for the fever already stirring at your core just from his close proximity and promise of what was to come.

It was the same every Sunday.

The pastor leads everyone in an opening prayer as his hand comes to the top of your thigh with his warm, calloused palm, fingers splayed wide and possessive. Though he really has no possession over you except right here inside these walls.

Your breath hitches slightly as his grip becomes a little more firm, fingers digging into your plush skin. While everyone else has their heads down in prayer, he looks down at you with a devilish grin, the one he knows drives you crazy, cocky and lopsided.

You keep your eyes closed, not daring to look him in the eyes, lest you lose all composure already. God forgive me for the sins I'm about to commit. Repeating it over and over in your mind, promising it'll be the last time, just like every other “last time.”

The prayers end, but you still don't look at him, eyes trained to the front as the congregation begins the hymnals.

His hand trails up a little further, fingers dancing at the hem of your skirt.

“Gator…” You hiss, a piss poor attempt at a warning that you both know holds no real threat.

His grin only grows, leaning in so close you can smell his aftershave, as his fruity scented breath fans out across your cheek. No doubt taking a hit from that putrid vape before walking in.

“Don't be so loud darlin.” He chuckles lowly, so only you can hear.

As your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ sing around you, he eases his hand up, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh sending a shiver down your spine despite the prickling heat. His palm is already a little sticky, your skin giving a little resistance as he tries to glide it up smoothly.

You hold your breath as it travels a little further, so high, he hears your little gasp, leaning back into you.

"You better not make a sound.”

You grab his wrist when his pinky grazes your panties, feather light but sending an electric pulse, igniting your core.

"Fu—" you hiss but he cuts that off with another whisper.

"Don't cuss in the house of the Lord. It's a sin.” His voice is low and husky.

Your eyes shot up to his, but he quickly looked toward the front instead, feigning interest in the music playing. He looked around to make sure you weren't drawing any attention. For the most part, you knew how to stay quiet.

His pinky grazes downward, your thighs involuntarily parting for him with a breathy sigh as he finds the soft wet patch just beginning to form. He bites his lip, eyes closing just a moment to suppress his own groan knowing he had you like this.

His eyes focus back on the front, the choir singing loud enough no one would hear your breathy whine when his pinky finds the side of your panties and dips below to find your slick lips.

He leans back over, lips ghosting over your ear as he speaks, “Shhh. Don't you dare moan in here.”

Your mind was literally going blank. You should push his hand away and walk away but you can't. You sit in the same damn seat every week knowing exactly what's going to happen but still putting yourself through this torture.

He doesn't give you the time of day outside of these four walls, but for a little while each Sunday his attention was all on you.

He slips between your lips catching your clit as your nails dig into his wrist, your breathing picking up.

“That's it huh?” He hums.

His pinky swipes back down against your puffy nub, making sure he applies a modicum amount of pressure, just a little more than before making sure you'll feel it.

He watches out of the corner of his eye as your eyelids flutter shut and you bite down on your lip.

"Good service today. Looks like the Holy Spirit is really working through you." He chuckles.

You want to tell him to shut up but as your lips part he suddenly slips his ring finger in to have a little more control of the situation, drawing a soft circle across your clit.

He shoots a glare your way when you gasp and quickly claps your lips together tightly.

“Keep that pretty mouth shut, or you 'll give us away darlin. You don't want the preacher to find out what a whore you are, huh?” He lets out a small laugh, finding the entire thing amusing.

You shake your head no. He's trying to time this perfect, with just a few more songs before the service begins, there isn't much time.

He dips down, softly circling your entrance gathering more slick before rubbing your clit once again, picking up his tempo a little more.

“Gator…” you sigh softly, feeling your abdomen warm and tighten with each pass. He's slow and methodical, knowing exactly how to get you there.

You can't keep your eyes open, so you lean your head forward. Please God, just let me get through this and it'll never happen again. The same mantra every time you find yourself in this situation.

Your hips slightly buck forward, searching for just a little more friction, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze.

He smirks down at you, and you know you're face to face with the devil. If you squint hard enough you might see his horns peeking out from his hair, but this is one devil you would let drag you to hell, thanking him the entire way.

“I know you're close, just don't get us caught, little church mouse.”

He's enjoying seeing you squirm, never pushing you this far before and he wants to see your breaking point.

Your chest is heaving, breaths coming out as small pants now, trying not to make a sound. You're sure if anyone looked back here, they would know what was going on immediately with your flushed skin and dazed expression. A thin sheen of sweat covers your entire body, even your hair is damp. You weren’t sure if it was the humid air or the flames of hell licking at your feet.

God help me. Praying to a God you were currently openly mocking.

Your thighs close tightly around his wrist, pinning him in place.

“Oh God,” you whisper. “Please forgive me.”

He hears your words and grins once more.

“I think we're past forgiveness, darlin.”

His ministrations never cease as you feel yourself losing control, right on the precipice, gripping your bible tightly with your free hand, hanging on for dear life.

Your cunt suddenly clenches around nothing, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave hard and unforgiving, pressing your eyes closed as a small moan slips free.

Gator quickly covers it the best he can with a cough and pulls his hand back up your thigh. Thankfully no one looks back to the two of you.

You're trying to catch your breath as he leans back into your space, taking your skirt and wiping his fingers clean on the pristine fabric.

“Damn, darlin. Coming in Lord's House, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Your cheeks heat with the implications of your actions, suddenly feeling all too exposed looking around to make sure no one caught you. You were suddenly thankful for the heat that you could blame on your flushed and disheveled appearance.

The choir stopped as your breathing returned to normal and the pastor took his place at the front, Gator scooting over to put some distance between the two of you once more.

You pointedly ignored the small glances he sent your way the rest of the sermon, paying all your attention to the message at hand.

As the service closed, you bowed your head in prayer once more. God, forgive me of my sins. You began but smirked to yourself, mind drifting to much more sinister thoughts.

Once dismissed, Gator barreled toward the exit, not giving you so much as a second glance. But his father caught him before he could get through the door.

“Gator, the good pastor and his family here have asked us to lunch.” He stopped dead in his tracks. You could tell he was tense as he turned back around, eyes settling on you, then up to your gracious father.

“Yeah, Gator. Won't you come join us?” A sweet, reserved voice and a devious smirk only reserved for him.

[sassydefendorflower]

I’m glad Maes Hughes died.

He’s a fan favorite character and I enjoy him a lot too, but I think fundamentally he’s a character who has to die. His role in the narrative is to haunt it.

I might be even more of a weirdo because I enjoy his manga characterization over his Brotherhood or ‘03 portrayal, but I love the idea of Hughes being someone the Elric brothers barely know - someone we, the audience, barely see.

Until he dies.

Because suddenly he’s everywhere. He was Roy’s friend and Armstrong’s superior officer and Winry’s acquaintance and Elicia’s father - and he was the soldier both Ed and Al knew, but didn’t actually know, that got killed because of them anyway.

In the manga Winry stays at Hughes’ place, but Ed and Al enter his house for the first time after they found out he died. For them, it’s not about losing a friend (though I am sure they liked him just fine) because that story is already Roy’s - for them it’s about realizing that this plot they’ve involved themselves in kills people that aren’t actually directly involved at all to begin with. It makes sense for their allies and friends and loved-ones to be targeted by the antagonists - but a soldier who mostly joined in because he was at the right (or wrong) place at the right (wrong) time? That’s not supposed to happen. And that’s what makes Hughes’ death so hard on them.

(and poor Elicia - abandoned children without their fathers were always a weakness of Ed’s)

But Roy? Yeah... he suffers. From the moment of Hughes’ dead on, Roy is haunted by it. By him. His best friend follows him everywhere. We see it in the way Roy only involves himself in the plot because Hughes figured something out and Roy is desperate for answers. He hunts down the homunculi to save this country, sure, but mostly so he can burn his best friend’s murderer to the ground. When Riza talks about winning against the Führer and their military dictatorship, she talks about all of them, not a hint of revenge coloring her vision - but Roy? It is telling that it isn’t a greater ideal that makes him torture Envy, but the agony of his best friend’s death.

The thing that almost breaks Roy is Maes.

No.

It’s Maes’ memory haunting the narrative.

And isn’t that beautiful?

The tragedy of it all, the horror, and the realization that Roy Mustang never really recovered from the War, that his friends are the only think keeping him in one piece, the fact that Roy Mustang is a Hero and a Monster and a fallible human capable of love.

Maes Hughes has to die to remind all of us of what Roy Mustang is capable of: love, loyalty, devotion.... and the slaughter and torture of numerous people.

His ghost is haunting the narrative - and for that I love him.

[treason-and-plot]

“What?” says Roy. He shakes his head in an effort to wake up his brain, which seems to be suffering from momentary paralysis. He is on the one hand delighted that Michael is in deep shit, but he is also dismayed that Anya is so upset. It hurts his heart to hear her cry. But his dismay is exacerbated by the fact that she had such a strong reaction to the revelation- she’s acting as if her father had been caught having an affair. Which obviously isn’t the case.

“How did your mother find out?” he asks Anya, deciding to reserve sharing any of his personal thoughts about Michael’s indiscretions, at least for the moment. Anya puts the phone down to blow her nose. She takes a few deep breaths. When she speaks again her voice is a little less wobbly.

“The bank rang her about an unusual transaction on their joint credit card and she asked them to email her a statement. Dad looks after all the bills including the payment of their credit card and normally she never gets to see any bills or statements. The unusual transaction just turned out to be my sister borrowing the card to buy §300 worth of Simmora makeup, but Mum went through the rest of the transactions and she noticed that every week there was a charge of §200 billed to a company called-“

“Active Advisory Pty Ltd,” Roy’s brain whispers to itself.

“Active Advisory Pty Ltd,” Anya says. “Which sounds like a financial services company or something, right? Which Mum thought was really bizarre. So she did some investigating and found out it’s actually the company name of the owners of a strip club called The Pink Pony. So Mum confronted Dad about it and he admitted he’s been going there every week for the past year! And spending §200 on private sessions!”

“Well, shit,” says Roy. “That’s…that’s a lot of visits.”

“Mum’s devastated!” says Anya. “I am too! I can’t believe Dad would cheat on Mum like that! It’s just made me question everything I thought was real.”

“Technically, is it really cheating, though?” says Roy.

“How can you say that!” gasps Anya. “Of course it’s cheating!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around everything,” says Roy quickly. “And hey, what about your sister stealing the card to spend §300 on makeup? That’s terrible!”

“Roy, I don’t think you understand. My parents are probably on the verge of divorce over this! My mother hasn’t stopped crying since my Dad confessed and she’s talking about going to stay with her sister in Barnacle Bay! The last thing they’re concerned about is Eva blowing money on make up!”

“Well, maybe they should be at least a little bit concerned,” says Roy. “Just saying. But, ah, okay, obviously the other stuff is a bit more concerning. Particularly the amount of money he’s been spending-“

“The money isn’t the issue here, Roy!” says Anya. “You just don’t seem to be getting it! My Dad has been visiting prostitutes! Sex workers! I can barely think of a worse betrayal! P….poor Mum….” 

 She starts sobbing again.