#things the other bats do pretty regularly and with quite a bit of pride too

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

It is not classist that Jason, a vigilante in a *family of vigilantes*, is violent like the rest | just | because he comes from a poor family

What's (more likely) classist is writers thinking he needs to be taught right vs wrong from Bruce and co and that he consequently makes snap judgments out of some childish grudge-fueled rebellion which makes him dangerous the way a toddler holding a knife is dangerous

[starseed-twenty]

Sun Sign culture

(Based on typical and underlying traits each sign has)

Aries Sun - very self-reliant and don't like to depend on people - thinks/cares for themselves first, then another person - voices their opinion after sensing the vibe - high belief in their opinions - patient but gets irritated/annoyed rather quick - quick to fall in love if you look 'perfect' - confident & assertive at conversing - can be irrational (won't think things through), especially if faced with an annoying or uncomfortable situation - charming, but would rather chase you/lure you in than get chased - extreeemely loving & will do almost anything for you if they are deeply in love with you

Taurus Sun - likes to keep a small circle of trusted people - number one sign to love anything beautiful to do with the senses (nice smells, delicious tastes, amazing views, beautiful sounds, soft touches) - reserved and more often than not, will do things because it's allowed/supposed to be done that way - very skeptical of taking risks or making things that could mess up - dislike doing things that are out of order / disrespectful - very patient, but will come at you like a bull if you hit their last nerve - very lowkey about their emotions but they feel them - extreeemely supportive if they love you and care about you - feel very good about making their loved ones / parents proud - can be pretty lazy but since they love relaxing, if it's something they're supposed to be doing they'll get it done in order not to be stressed Gemini Sun - full of ideas / stories / random thoughts - likes to share their opinions around the right people - sometimes shy, but most times not too scared to share some of the weirdest or craziest thoughts that go on in their head - tends to relate or be relatable to many situations - pretty humourous and intellectual/wise - not to be confused with smart tho, because they can make dumb decisions sometimes lmao - the type to laugh at their terrible situations then look for a way forward, unless it is deep then they pour it out alone - many may say they're two-faced when actually it's just that they easily adjust/adapt to new environments and say the latest thing that comes to their mind - pretty generous and accommodating (making them great hosts) - actually really caring and loyal if they love you, but you'll have to be able to keep up with their crazy minds and have fun with them Cancer Sun - not as emotional as you think, but quite sensitive - they loove honest and genuine people (people who are real with themselves) - as much as they love their home, they also love to have fun! - they just want to be treated like kings / queens (highly respected and loved) - dislike flaky/not too serious/hard to pin down people - can be shy but surprisingly can also say blunt things about themselves - they truly respect themselves more than anything - randomly super goofy sometimes - very tender, loyal and caring once you really get to know them and they love you (not off the bat, but once you seriously get to know them) - MOODY AS HELL - super smart! Leo Sun - the most generous people you'll ever meet - only really selfish if they really want what you're asking for - caring but have a loott of pride - always do things by how they feel in the moment - have a really chilled, cool vibe to them - like to showcase their best assets, you'll barely know their insecurities (unless they joke about them) - one of their major goals is just living the luxurious life and having the finer things - like to get touchy when they like you - they fall pretty hard when they're deeply in love - very confident internally but also have a sensitive ego so don't diss them too much unless you're lightly joking around Virgo Sun - some of the most smart/intellectual people - always want things to be done and said right - really dislike people having control over them, they appreciate helpful people but not bossy ones - they are also very helpful people who like doing things for others - will most likely cater to you and be your little servant if they're super in love with you (not a literal servant, but just devoted to you and pleasing you) - really dislike aggressive loudmouths and ignorant/arrogant people - actually happen to find sarcastic and witty people interesting - some are pretty boring and some are super hilarious, it honestly varies lol - clean, well-prepared spaces / things that are not too cluttered make them impressed - have a thing for criticizing certain things, they can't help it sometimes - pretty shy and goofy when they like you, then open up bit by bit Libra Sun - they are all about positivity and fun vibes - really smart thinkers but you won't tell cause they're good actors - really talkative and funny once you get to know them - hate tension/awkwardness/bad vibes and will most likely step away from it - good at putting things together and have an eye for beauty so they are the best at fashion - a sucker for romantic things (if they're in love with you they'll be extremely romantic and try to please all your senses) - as much as they love people they also looove their time alone so they'll be social and then also anti-social after a minute - super wise at making decisions, but take their time because they're making sure it's the right one (therefore called 'indecisive') - quite selfless in the sense that they think of what's best for you before thinking of what's best for them - slow to get angry, but once they are, they're blunt and will cut you off! Scorpio Sun - surprise surprise, they are very friendly and lovable people - super humorous and goofy when they're happy - when they are not in the mood you will feel it - they live for honesty and genuine things/people, so they can be cautious people - once they trust you, DO NOT take it for granted (they're sensitive to betrayal and don't trust easily) - one or two very close friends - important to know your boundaries with them. they dislike people who forcefully try to worm their way into their lives - STUBBORN AS HELL - secretive, but love opening up to people who've earned their trust - most of the time don't actually care what you think, unless you mean something to them Sagittarius Sun - highkey lowkey the most opinionated people you'll ever meet - super hilarious and sarcastic individuals - also stubborn as hell - lowkey have that 'I got it' vibe - if they don't like you, you'll know it - loud and bitchy when they're angry, won't stop talking and will be petty as hell - a little bit selfish about the people (and things) they love - want to experience the best memories with you when they're in love with you - pretty optimistic and positive so they don't dwell on bad vibes for too long - not afraid to take risks if something looks enticing or fun Capricorn Sun - super nonchalant people who overlook annoying vibes or address them with full power, depending on their mood - can be pretty moody - very dark/dry/mean sense of humour, will tease you or laugh at ‘teasable’ people - really good at taking control over their emotions - if they cry, it is something serious because they hate letting their emotions get the best of them - they like working on something or having some sort of plan/little scheme to work on (even in love lol. they can work for love too) - they HATE disrespect. chances are they’ll never forget it if you’ve ever disrespected them - will open up to you (which can be really hard for them) and treat you like a king/queen if they're deeply in love with you - gifted with a sense of knowing what's morally right and morally wrong - not the type to fall quick, hard and deep in love. take a while to be invested Aquarius Sun - the one sign that doesn't care about almost anything (in both a bad and good way) - if they do care, it is lowkey but it is real because they're fixed - have a weird sense of humour, and may sometimes be blunt - may have a thing of feeling entitled or that somehow they’re unique than most - but pretty humble in treating everyone the same - loves entertaining people and people who are funny - does not like talking about feelings and emotions regularly, but when the mood calls for it, sure - has no problem ignoring people, things, thoughts and signs . they’re just really nonchalant - can be very random and just do things for the fun of it - when they are in love, you'll never really know but most likely they’ll want to spend a lot of time with you and hear your thoughts a lot Pisces Sun - have the tendency to like to act cute and sweet and beautiful - this is not always the case. in fact, 70% of the time they are pretty manipulative - as much as they may feel a lot, they barely talk about their feelings and just sweep most things under the carpet or brush them away - like thinking or 'dreaming' about the craziest scenarios that can make them smile or laugh - their favourite hobby is mentally escaping - hate bad vibes and tension, but aren't afraid of arguing! - like to think they're smart (most times they are though, other times they're pretty dumb (esp if they're led by love)) - when they are in love, they are almost everything you've ever wanted (super caring, pretty forgiving, and will do a looottt for you) - if they don't like you they don't even bother breathing in your direction - somehow they can pretty cynical and witty, making them seem mean, but they’re not really.

Side-note: I actually wrote this about two years ago lol and just found it yesterday in my old notes. So if I may sound like I’m repeating things from other posts or asks , I’m not actually trying to repeat anything more than I’m posting it for a ‘sun sign culture’ post and think this one is interesting to share.

[namelessthirst]

Can you do a HC for Shoto, Bakugou, and Kirishima? One where their S/o is a an outgoing person with everyone else, but a shy mess when they're around their crush? How do the guys end up falling for such a shy girl?

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto was quite used to having two sides.

So yours was understandable, to an extent.

What confused him more was why it centered around him in particular.

He’d been making more effort socially lately.

So the mulling over of your reactions was to be expected.

Were you scared of him? Midoriya acted similarly around Bakugo, at least he had before.

He didn’t think he’d done anything to warrant fear? Had he overlooked something? Said something?

None of it made sense. The rest of the group was starting to worry about the brooding looks he’d slip into in class and at lunch.

It all clicked when he noticed Midoriya acting almost the exact same way to someone he didn’t recognize. He cornered the flushed boy and interrogated him.

“So, you aren’t scared of them?”

“N-no! Todoroki-kun, I just…Well-! They’re…T-they’re pretty. And I uh-”

Oh.

O h .

You didn’t hate him. Or fear him.

Once he realized what he did to you, he made it his mission to keep doing it.

The next few days or so of your life are going to be filled with heart-warming stress.

He tries to figure out what it is that he’s done to make you feel like this.

Expect him to move closer to you at random intervals.

Hope you’re good at not choking, because he’s going to snag the spot next to you at lunch.

Very obvious in his observations.

Definitely corners you after a bit, needs to know more.

Asks questions about what makes you favor him, like he didn’t just call you out on your crush.

What an ass?! You love him.

What a blush this boy can make, once you come to a stuttering stop in the flow of compliments.

“Okay. Let’s date.”

This isn’t a question.

Takes your hand immediately after and leads you back to class.

Totally walks you home.

Love-struck mess and his siblings notice it when he gets home.

Ends up getting advice given which he both appreciates and is terribly embarrassed about.

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Oh god. The hardest to deal with.

He’s so wrapped up in himself and his goals it’ll take a while for him to notice anything is amiss.

Notices it more if you interact directly because you give off the same scared prey vibe that Deku used to.

Izuku is pretty much the standard comparison in the class for “is this person being shy”.

It pisses him off!

He hasn’t even done anything to you! Why do you act like how Deku did after years of bullying?

Sure- he’s crass, blunt and brunt, pig-headed, and honestly awkward as hell when he’s not loud and trying to intimidate…But he hadn’t done anything!

Does actually try to be calm now and then around you. Is he really scaring you that much?

It doesn’t help, probably just makes your heart flutter and everything is just as bad or worse.

He eventually does get fed up with it.

Will hunt you down and try to interrogate you on the spot.

Probably out in the open, in public…He’s such a dumbass.

It’s likely that you’ll flee and he’ll end up giving chase. He’s too stubborn to let this go.

Will 100% fuss at you until you tell him what the fuck is wrong.

He’s definitely not pouting that you don’t act as friendly with him like you do with everyone else.

Spoiled brat please love him.

If he makes you cry doing this he will actually panic.

Equal parts “Wants to yell more because panic” and “Shh shh no shut up it’s fine sHUT-” like an older sibling who’s about to be caught making the baby cry.

Listen he’s so smart. SO SMART. And so goddamn stupid. Observant and blind as a bat. Learns so well and never catches on.

He’s a mess.

If he really does manage to bully it out of you, whether you cried or not, he will look absolutely dumbfounded.

Like, listen. Romance does not seem to be a thing that is ever on his mind.

Doesn’t really consider it and often never considers it for anyone else either.

Once he processes it, he’s stuck between being prideful (because of COURSE he’s attractive!) and his denial-fueled fluster (he’s not embarrassed! YOU’RE embarrassed!)

Now it’s in his head. The idea of it. The idea of you.

Still probably just flees the scene because he’s an ass with poor sense of tact.

Grumbles something along the lines of “That answer’s my question, I guess.”

Doesn’t know what to do about it.

Love is a liability.

The bakusquard corners him after a couple days, having noticed how depressed you seem, how you avoid them and him.

Interrogates him and collectively groan when he explains.

“So you rejected her?”

“What? No?”

“…Bitch you left. You walked. Thats rejection.”

Has no room to fuss at their scolding because he is in fact, full of dumbass disease.

You’re heartbroken and it’s his fault.

With some reluctantly accepted help, and some equally reluctant emotional counseling, he shows up at your house on the following weekend.

Dressed nicely, flowers in hand and an ashamed apology on his lips.

Love isn’t natural for him, but he’s trying. He wants to.

He wants to try for you.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

This boy.

This goddamn boy.

Is so mean.

And he doesn’t even know it.

Much like the first two, he’s full of dumbass disease.

At least when it comes to certain feelings directed at him.

Might be suspicious, but nah, surely it’s something else! Right?

Leftover insecurity from years past is a bitch.

Works to assume he’s just maybe a little intimidating?

Makes a joke out of it, how he’s finally achieved scary.

No one believes him and says so.

His teeth could tear your throat out but he’s about as scary as a newborn puppy.

Definitely tries to get close to you, both to maybe be playful about his supposed intimidation and to try and get you to relax with him.

Likes being friends. They’re important!

You’re no exception, so count on him following you pretty regularly as he tries to “help” and be your friend.

Suffering is such sweet sorrow.

Head-pats are a thing that happens. It’s supposed to be calming right?

Accidentally shifts into Big Bro mode in trying to get you to relax with him.

Leans over you to help you get things off high shelves

Waits in line with you at lunch even if he’s got his food already

Walks you home after school because you’re Gonna Be Friends and its the manly thing to do!

The other members of the bakusquad consider intervening because Fucking Lord

but they don’t because they’re assholes and watching Kirishima obliviously make you swoon is great fun.

He gets touchier with you as things progress.

An arm around your shoulder, slung casually with a smile.

A hand on your back when the hallways get crowded.

Head pats and hair ruffles.

Some rando at the cafeteria makes brief conversation with him, and openly mistakes you for his girlfriend.

He flushes just as much as you do, quick to correct them that no, no!

You’re Just Friends.

They’re apologetic, clearly feeling awkward and excuse themselves.

Kirishima doesn’t miss how dejected you look.

You excuse yourself from lunch quickly, finding your appetite gone.

He offers to walk you to Recovery girl, if you’re feeling unwell-

But you decline, shying away from his hands and fleeing as calmly as you can.

Mina is first to jump on his ass

“Kiri, what did you do?”

He splutters out what happened a bit ago and the whole table groans.

“This is too much. This is painful. Kirishima, you have to go tell her you like her.”

“What?! But-! I don’t? We’re just-”

“Just Friends- we know. That’s what you’ve BEEN saying! For weeks!”

Has it really been that long?

“You’ve been doing almost nothing but follow her around like an excited puppy all this time, trying so hard to make her happy and feel nice with you- you really think this is just. Friendship?”

He swallows thickly. He can’t argue. Thinking up new ways to try and please you had been running through his head for a while.

“So…you guys think she likes me?”

Food is flung at him.

The whole squad works to clean him up and hunt you down before the school day is over.

You’re wrapped in tape and being dashed across campus to a quiet spot where Kiri waits, fists gripped so tight he can feel his quirk acting up in waves all over his body.

You’re far from composed when you’re quickly unwrapped and set on your feet, squeals and laughs disappearing into the distance while you look awkwardly between the ground and your crush.

“I…[Name], I’m sorry.”

You feel like you’re going to puke. He finally figured out. Did they bring you here just to watch you crash and burn?

“Nothing I’ve been doing lately has managed to make you relax, or make you smile!”

What.

“Maybe…Maybe this will?”

You hear wolf whistles from somewhere over the ringing in your ears and the pulse in your neck as Kirishima presses a firm kiss to your lips.

[lostinthewiind]

Help Me, Help You

Joe Toye - Band of Brothers

Synopsis: Joe Toye is inherently an angry man, but when he reaches that level of pure rage, there is only one thing that helps calm him down: you �� or more accurately, your body. 

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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When the door to your dimly lit office opened and shut with such force that the picture frames hanging from the wall shook and the stale coffee in the mug beside you rippled, you didn’t even have to look up from your typewriter to know who it was. There was only one man who ever entered a room without knocking first, without asking for permission to come in, and without managing to not take his anger out on the doorframe. 

“Those cocksucking, motherfucking, pathetic excuses of human beings.” Joe Toye seethed as he began pacing in front of your desk. You weren’t taken aback by the sudden intrusion in the slightest, however; it was a rather regular occurrence. 

More often than not you spent your evenings cooped up in your office writing reports, and more often than not, Joe was down at the bar with the men, getting drunk and picking fights with anyone and everyone — verbal and physical. 

Your fingers froze in place and you watched him for a while — his broad-shouldered frame moving quickly back and forth across the smaller room — but as soon as you realized this wasn’t one of his quick cool-off sessions where he would rant to you for a minute or so before leaving again, you accepted that you were in this for the long haul and sat back in your chair. 

Folding your arms across your chest, a slightly amused smirk played at the corners of your mouth as you observed what was nothing less than a grown man’s half-drunken temper tantrum; his mouth moving a mile a minute while he rambled on about something that you couldn’t quite comprehend. “Joe,” you spoke softly, waiting for him to stop pacing and to look at you before continuing. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Joe’s eyebrows knitted together harshly as his chest rose and fell dramatically; whatever had happened, it had certainly made him upset. “They’re all wastes of fuckin’ space, that’s what happened.” he snapped at you with such force that it was almost like it was you who had said or done something to offend him to such a great degree. 

“Okay,” you chuckled slightly at his inability to focus on the question at hand. “Well, whatever these ‘wastes of space’ did, is this going to take long? I have a lot of reports to write tonight, Joe.”

Joe’s eyes narrowed at you and his mouth stretched into a straight, tight line. “Don’t fucking laugh at me.” he jabbed a single finger in your direction. “Don’t try to get rid of me. I know what you’re doing. I’m serious here, Y/N!”

You took a moment to process this unique mixture of anger and intoxication he was sporting. “I’m not laughing at you, Joe.” you stood from your chair and walked around to the other side of your desk. “And I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m trying to listen, but you aren’t telling me anything. If you want my help, you need to calm down and use your words.”

“’Use your words.’“ he spat as if the short sentence tasted rotten in his mouth. “I’m not a fucking child! I am using my words! You aren’t listening!”

Drawing in a deep breath, you placed your hands on Joe’s chest in some hail-mary attempt to transfer some calming vibes to him. “Joe, the only coherent things you have said since coming in here is calling some unknown group of people, and I am quoting here, ‘cocksucking, motherfucking, pathetic excuses of human beings’ and ‘wastes of space.’”

“Yeah?” he questioned.

“I can’t help you from that very limited amount of knowledge.” you kept your tone understanding but firm. “So, I think what we need to do is sober up a bit and let some of this anger dissipate, and then-”

“No.” Joe slapped your hands off of him. “We don’t need to do anything. You need to listen.”

You let out a frustrated groan and ran your fingers through your hair. “Joe, I am listening,” you repeated once more before deciding that at that point in time, he was a lost cause. “I think maybe you should just go take a walk and come back in a little bit.”

“See!” he threw his arms into the air. “You are trying to get rid of me!”

“I can’t do this right now, Joe.” you went to return to your work, but before you could get very far, Joe’s hands grabbed hard onto your waist and lifted you up before dropping you haphazardly down onto the top of your desk. 

“Why won’t you just listen to me?” he growled as he stepped between your legs, his hands now gripping the edge of the desk on either side of you. 

In a split second, you suddenly realized what it was that he had come into your office for in the first place, and it wasn’t to talk out what had happened. In fact, you were almost positive he hadn’t planned for there to be much talking at all.

“Okay,” you breathed out as you tilted your head up to look at him. “I’m listening. Tell me what happened.”

Joe’s lips parted, but instead of speaking, he kissed you hard and wantingly. His large hands moved from the desk to your collarbones, his fingers dangerously close to wrapping themselves around your neck. The action didn’t scare you, however; if anything, it excited you. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and before you knew it, you were completely under his control. Everything you did was in an attempt to pull him closer, kiss him harder, feel more of him. 

You always prided yourself in your ability to help people in a crisis, and at that moment, that was all you were doing. Joe Toye needed help, and you were helping. 

Picking you up once more, Joe spun you around and placed you back onto the floor. Once you were standing in front of him again, he backed up and leaned against the desk, his eyes scanning your body hungrily. “Take your clothes off,” he demanded, his raspy voice sending chills down your spine.

Without even thinking about it, your hands snapped to your jacket and you began to unzip the first of many layers. Joe watched you intently as you shed layer after layer, and when you finally dropped your pants to the ground, leaving you in nothing more than your bra and underwear, he licked his bottom lip and smiled. “Good.” he praised.

“Is this helping?” you asked, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t live to please anyone — but even you couldn’t make yourself believe that. At that moment, you lived to please Joe Toye. 

“Yes.” was all he said, but that small, three-letter word brought butterflies to your stomach. “Now, come here.”

Slowly, you approached the still fuming man before you, but now he wasn’t just fuming with regular anger. No, he was also full of sexual anger, and you already knew that you were going to be the output for all of that frustration and aggression. 

“Get on the desk,” he ordered as he stepped to the side and began to unzip his own pants. “If you really want to help, you’ll be a good girl and keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut while I fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.”

You swallowed hard as you lifted yourself back up onto the desk, knowing full well that you weren’t going to need any foreplay to get ready. With just his words and tantalizing voice, you were already soaked completely through the thin material of your panties. 

When Joe Toye stepped out of his pants and slowly stalked towards you, his already hard cock in one hand and his eyes glued to you like a juicy steak dinner and cold beer, you felt your breathing hitch. 

Once he was in between your legs again, Joe reached down, and in the impatient state he was in, grabbed the fragile fabric of your panties and tore them to shreds, clearly unable to waste the few seconds it took to push them to the side or pull them off of you regularly. 

As soon as the miniscule barrier was out of the way, he ran two fingers between your folds and immediately commented on how wet you were. With his eyes locked onto yours, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, which caused a pool of heat to gather in your core. 

“Fuck me until all your anger is gone,” you told him, your breathing laboured as you took in the full form of the man in front of you. 

In a quick, sudden motion, Joe reached behind you and used his forearm to swipe the contents off of the top of your desk, sending your typewriter crashing to the floor and your documents into the air before they slowly drifted to the ground as well. You didn’t even care though. Right then, the only thing you cared about was Joe Toye.

Pressing a hand into your chest, Joe pushed you down onto the desk roughly. “I thought I told you to keep your pretty little mouth shut.”

You almost apologized for speaking; almost. However, Joe was much too hot when he was angry, so instead, you decided to poke the bear some more. “Make me,” you smirked up at him, your hands reaching for the sides of the desk in preparation for whatever he was about to do to you.

“Don’t test me.” his eyes darkened as he let the tip of his cock slide in between your folds. “Don’t fucking test me, Y/N. You won’t like what happens if you do.”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you batted your eyelashes a few times. “I don’t think you have the balls to do anything about it.” you prodded even further. 

As a primal, low growl emitted from deep within him, Joe grabbed your arm, pulled you up, spun you around, and bent you over the desk in a matter of seconds. “I thought you said you were going to listen.” his hand pushed down on your head, causing your cheek to smush into the desk. 

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Joe lined himself up with your entrance and thrust into you hard with everything he had. He gave you no time to get used to his length at all, and although not a second ago you were hollow, you were now having your brains fucked out like you had never experienced before. 

Joe had one hand wrapped around both of your wrists, holding your arms behind your back, while the other grabbed hard at your hips and thigh, throwing in a relentless slap to the ass every once in a while that was sure to leave marks. 

You tried to keep your mouth shut, you really did, but without access to your own hands so you could muffle the sounds, you were squealing and crying not long after the fucking had begun. Every time a desperate whimper escaped your lips, Joe would slap you hard on the ass before pounding into you with no regard for the fact that your body was taking one hell of a beating; the most pleasure-filled beating in the world. 

“J-Joe!” his name fell from your mouth without you even realizing, but instead of punishing you even more, Joe instead did something that you considered a reward. 

Pulling you upright again, Joe fucked you in place for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around your waist while the two of you stood completely vertical. Your arms snaked behind yourself to wrap around his neck, and with a slightly-painful crane of the neck, your lips were on his again. The kiss was sloppy and full of need and there was no doubt in your mind that one man’s mouth had ever turned you on as much as Joe Toye’s did. 

Then, in a quick switch, Joe had pulled out of you, leaving you empty and thoroughly upset. Before you could complain, however, he had hoisted you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he pushed you hard up against the nearest wall. 

“Look at me.” he groaned as he entered you again. “Look me in the eyes while I fuck the living daylights out of you.”

It took everything you had to keep yourself from throwing your head back and breaking eye contact due to the immense waves of pleasure coursing through you, but the way Joe’s eyes stared deep into you made the experience even sexier, dirtier, naughtier. 

With this new angle and access to your body, Joe took the opportunity to dip his head down and press kisses to the exposed skin of your breasts that your bra didn’t cover. This was enough to nearly send you over the edge, and since he had broken the eye contact first, you finally tipped your head back, closed your eyes, tangled your fingers in his hair, and let yourself fully enjoy the ride of a lifetime. 

“Harder.” you pleaded as you sensed the oncoming tidal wave of euphoria approaching. “I’m so close...I’m gonna...”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he filled with rage all over again as he lifted his mouth to bite down on your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say you can.”

You let out the most desperate whimper of your entire life. “Please,” you begged as you reluctantly began to work against everything naturally occurring throughout your body. “Please, stop then. I can’t hold on. I-I can’t.”

Joe stared at you as he continued to pound into you over and over again, each one somehow deeper and harder than the last. “Hold on,” he instructed. “God, I can feel how close you are, but hold on. Don’t cum yet.”

You felt actual tears prick at your eyes. “Joe.” you nearly sobbed. “Please...please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.” your lips quivered as you spoke. 

After a few more thrusts, Joe nodded his head subtly. “Okay,” he granted you permission. “Cum for me. Cum for me like you’ve never cum before.”

Before his sentence was even fully out, your entire body was shaking with the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Your legs tightened around his waist, your nails dig into his shoulders, your head pressed back into the wall, and your mouth fell open. As your walls contracted around Joe, you pulled him into ecstasy with you and within seconds his head was buried into your neck. 

“God-motherfucking-damn.” Joe gasped as he came all over your upper thigh. 

Once you two had ridden out your orgasms, Joe unwrapped your legs from around himself and let go of you, but your legs were still shaking, so as soon as your support system was gone, you slid down the wall and collapsed onto the ground.

After a few deep breaths, you turned your attention back to the room around you and watched as Joe pulled his pants back on. “Feel better?” you barely managed to get the question out.

Joe smirked, his eyes still focused on his fly as he pulled the zipper of his pants up. “Yes.”

“Good.” you remained in your puddle of pleasure on the floor. “Are you going to tell me what happened in the first place?”

As Joe fixed his appearance and headed for the door, he turned back to you for a second and smiled. Not a smirk, not a curl of the corners of his mouth; a genuine smile. “Some of the guys were saying that you’re nothing more than a cock-pocket,” he admitted the reason he had been angry in the first place. 

“Oh, so you defended my honour?” you chuckled.

“Guess you could say that.” he shrugged.

A laugh escaped you. “And then you came and used me as a ‘cock-pocket’?” 

Joe didn’t answer that. Instead, he just shook his head and promptly exited your office altogether, leaving you as a mess on the floor. As much as you knew you were going to scold him for leaving you so fast the next time you saw him, at that moment, all you could do was sit still and bask in the memories of Joe Toye fucking you like it was his last day on earth. 

If that was how Joe took out his anger, you secretly hoped that he would never, ever calm down. 

[dontcallmecarrie]

Fic Idea: WtNV/Twilight crossover

Wherein Bella hails not from Phoenix, Arizona, but from a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead on a regular basis.

 And dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park.

Fandoms: Twilight (books, probably movies too? Haven’t seen them), Welcome to Night Vale (podcast)

Warnings: everything Welcome to Night Vale-related. [So, cosmic horror, Librarian-caliber violence and gore, etc.] On the other hand, at least there’s semi-healthy relationships, here? Semi-unreliable narrator, because growing up in Night Vale makes for a skewed reference frame re: what is and is not sane and/or impossible.

Under the cut because of reasons. [You know why.]

 Bella's mother and stepfather were a bit whimsical about where they'd end up living, and chose the classic 'throw a dart on a map'.

In one life, the dart might've landed near Phoenix, and the rest would have been history.

In this one, however…Renee's (I think that's what her name is, it's been years since I last touched the books) aim was slightly off when she threw the dart.

Bella still visits her father regularly, of course.

 So she knows some things are slightly off, but thinks it’s Forks that’s pretty weird. She only visits for a few months out of every year, though, so she shrugs it off.

 The older she gets, the more she realizes some things are lost in translation; it's her father that recommends she join the Girl Scouts, but seems to think she's joking when she talks about earning her Controlling Plants with Minds patch., and by the time she's gotten her Radiation Immunity patch she's given up telling him just what her troop gets up to.  

The camping trips, where she befriends Jacob Black and shows off her Surviving in Nature badge skills, merely net her some weird glances, but…eh. Could be worse, though explaining just where she'd gotten her machete from had left everyone involved with more questions than answers.

 Not to mention the Summer Reading Program—the first time Bella survived it, she'd left for Forks not a week later. Charlie had congratulated her for her reading chart, and left it at that.

So she doesn’t really talk about it. Or her Unmodified Sumerian classes, or the bloodstone circles, or…

  Time goes on, and Bella's visiting for less and less time, because the older she gets the more things pile up, and by the time she's reached high school her internship at the radio station means she's busier than ever, running errands for Station Management and Cecil, and simply surviving.

 It's not until StrexCorp shows up, however, that Bella deems it a good idea to visit Charlie again.

Well…it's less her idea, and more 'StrexCorp bought their neighborhood and is working on shutting down Night Vale High and instating their own charter schools in time for her class to graduate and fuck that noise'.

Plus, it's not like she had much cause to stick around, not when Phil and Renee had been planning on doing something for his job prospects [which, incidentally enough, had been something StrexCorp could slightly respect. Go figure].

So, really, between the choice of attending a Desert Bluff school [ugh], or Forks High, it was really a no-brainer for Bella.

 Even if Forks was a kind of weird place.

 …it's been a while, actually.

Turns out, distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder, it just makes things less weirder. 

[Seriously, just how did younger her not notice some things?]

It's been years, but Bella's still vaguely terrified by how green everything is. The Whispering Forest was five minutes from her house, after all. She wholeheartedly approves of the rain and the various clouds [even if none of them glow here. Weird].

Fork's high school isn't that bad, but Bella sorely misses her Unmodified Sumerian credits.

And she's vaguely confused by everyone's complaining about PE. [It had some very good real-world applications, what was the big deal? Dodging fireballs invoked by black magic was easy, compared to Chad Steinbeck's throwing arm.]

Kinda weird how nonchalant everyone was about their librarians, though by now she's almost used to how everyone laughs whenever she talked about the killer Summer Reading Program. [Younger her had merited a few curious glances when she'd clung to her backpack, as if carrying duct tape and several days' worth of food and water wasn't a perfectly rational thing to have in a library. Weird.]

 And her dad's Police Department must be having severe budget cuts, if his patrol car can't fly and he doesn't even have a balaclava. [So, very, weird.]

She's still fascinated by the Cullens, of course. That's a fundamental constant.

 Except here, Bella's not infatuated, or obsessed-- or, at least, not in a "love at first sight" sort of way.

No, here, Bella still sees the predatory gleam in the Cullen's eyes, and their ethereal beauty. But instead of growing warily curious, she instead feels a pang of homesickness, and resolves to befriend them. [That blonde in particular really reminds her of Jessica Simmons in fifth grade, back before she forgot to check her harness when their Girl Scout troop was earning their Paragliding and Divebombing patches.]

 That Edward guy was more of an afterthought than anything else, actually. Though it was also a new record, too: not even five minutes and he hated her guts, when her personal best was four hours and thirty-seven minutes for a budding blood feud.

 The Cullens, meanwhile, don't know what to think of this new arrival.

 Bella Swan had, in the span of five school days, gone from "flavor of the week" to "what the fuck is she on, or is she just trolling?" with alarming speed.

 Her father had made it well known she had an eccentric sense of humor, but that still didn't quite prepare everyone for her incredible deadpan, or her reactions to the most random things. [Like her incredulity about wheat-based products: what kind of weird diet was she on?]

They’re seeing this eccentric newcomer who smells of sand and mesquite and desert wind [though Edward doesn't know why it's so enticing to him], and are even more confused. Because of their enhanced senses, they can tell Bella's confusion is genuine, and why was she so terrified when Valentine's Day was brought up?

Alice's the one that puts them on alert: trying to see Bella's future gives her a migraine, and flashes of something great and terrible that she can't quantify, a black abyss and yet not and what was she?!

 So, of course, Jasper's equally alarmed, because for something to unnerve his was-committed-to-an-asylum-as-a-human girlfriend…plus her emotions when someone talked about Homecoming should not have been that extreme... 

Edward's fascinated, but also questions his self-control as time passes and Bella's slowly smelling less and less like her former hometown, and more and more appealing to him. On the plus side, at least she's not…overly interested in him? She doesn't smell like it, at least. Huh. [That he can't read her mind is but secondary, at this point.]

Rosalind is so, very befuddled with Bella's fearlessness: she's tried to scare her away, but each time she tries, Bella just springs up and mentions something about scouts and patches and what the hell?!

Emmett's the one in the parking lot, when the accident nearly happens. He's very amused by it all, and has a running bet as to why this new chick's gravitating towards them so much, when he sees Edward gear up to save— holy shit did the new girl just backflip away from the SUV? She did. And talked about summer reading programs being good practice. [What even.]

 Carlisle's also highly interested in the mystery that is Bella Swan. Even ignoring what his family's been saying, he took her vitals after the almost-accident, and the machine broke. Or, at least, that's the only logical explanation as to why the readouts say her blood's irradiated AND poisonous, and carrying trace elements of...something he'd never seen before. [Bella, meanwhile, thinks the orange juice just doesn't taste the same. What was this sugary swill? Orange juice was supposed to be imaginary, with an acrid tang and a sharp aftertaste. Forks was so weird.]

 The Port Angeles thing had Edward very confused, because the would-be rapists' thoughts went from 'easy target' to 'WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GET THAT MACHETE FROM?!' and 'am I seeing things, or is she really throwing textbooks with a slingshot?!' with almost-alarming speed.

And when he pulled up, he couldn’t see it, nor where she could even make that fit.

Huh.

 Bella and the Cullens become friends, and when the vampire thing comes up, she doesn't so much as bat an eye.

 "Hey, Old Woman Josie's got a houseful of Angels. Even if the hierarchy's classified by the City Council. Not to mention Hiram McDaniels, he's literally a five-headed dragon. At least you're not from Desert Bluffs, right?"

 …that's a new one.

Bella's more than happy to answer their questions, too, and that's how the Cullens learn that somehow her cooking was bad enough to get her banned from Desert Bluffs [though why that last one was said with a distinct note of pride, they still didn't quite get].

Her questions, in turn, aren't quite like the ones they'd answered in the past. Carlisle doesn't want to know where Bella got the term Lizard Kings from, or why she thinks he knows where Franchia is [which…what?], or…the list goes on.

Overall, Bella's slightly strange, but perfectly friendly.

[Alice has yet to decide what she makes of Bella's talks about the Monolith, though.]

Edward is actually getting slightly interested in her, but Bella doesn’t exactly have romance at the forefront; she's more than happy to talk about her efforts in helping Night Vale's local Children's Militia[?! Wow was the town creative with names], though, and the first time she touched an oven in their household was  also the last. [How the hell she'd managed to recreate Greek fire was something to ask at a later date.]

 Plus, her strange smell wasn't the least of it, not after what Carlisle had ascertained. Bella's apparent confusion about regrowing appendages aside, turns out her inoculations included stuff for 'Blood-Space War botulism' and 'Librarian-based diphtheria' as well as the usual chicken pox and tetanus.

  Time passes, and things are going well.

 Sure, she smells slightly weird as time goes by, but that's probably because of her unique upbringing, plus it's a gradual thing so the Cullens get used to it fairly easily. Even if the scent of something scorching was slightly off-putting, but then, there was a reason nobody let Bella cook.

Bella's pretty weird, but she's also pretty cool, so it balances out in the end.

Some things just get lost in translation, though. Even now.

The baseball game was…interesting.

Bella's comments about Night Vale's annual Sheriff's Secret Police vs. Firefighters game left everyone looking at her in horror, but it was the nonchalance with which she caught the 120 miles-per-hour baseball that let her into the game.

When the new vampires rock up…hmm. I can't decide.

 Option A: 

Bella smelled not only of mesquite and desert wind, but also an underlying tang of something Other, something not of this world. She was the only one alive to have earned the Blood-Space War patch in her troop, and when they tried to attack she smiled and let the tang of dark magic sear the air warningly.

Option B:

Bella smelled of something Other, and since these newcomers hadn't been there when her smell had gradually changed, the Cullens are wondering why they're freaking out. 

“She smells of monster!"

"What the hell are you talking about?”

Option C:  

She smells more like a local than not; a year out of Night Vale, in a rainy place, meant its distinct aroma had gradually faded. They try to attack, and Bella's ready to go to bat, but no dice.

“I could've taken them!" She mutters petulantly. Bah. Overprotective vampires. Just when she'd been having fun, too.

They're insistent that she flee. Eh, it's been a while, might as well check up on how Renee’s been doing, or if they managed to evict StrexCorp. It's adorable how Edward's so concerned for her health, but really.   

 Their first hint Something's Up is when she pulls out the bloodstone circles.

Specifically, "What the hell are bloodstone circles."

Bella returns to her hometown, at the Cullen's insistence, she might add. It's been a while, and… oh, shit.

"What's the big deal about—mmph!" Edward manages before Bella claps a hand over his mouth.

“Watch your words, it's Street Cleaning Day tomorrow! C'mon, I think I remember a bunker we can hide out in."

"What."

They glimpse the vampires trying to get to them, but then…

"Fuck it, time for the big guns. Let's go the library."

"What."

"Bring a machete, orange juice, and I hope you remember at least some Jane Austen, it might very well save our lives Mr. I Lived A Hundred Years." 

 "What?!" 

 "We have no time, just run!"

Hiding out by the Dog Park is also an acceptable one; the scent means the poor fools try to take on the Hooded Figures, which yeah.

After a crash course as to everything Night Vale, Bella's slightly reluctant to go back to Forks, meanwhile Edward's more than a little freaked out, while the rest of the Cullens are in no better shape. The trip back is in almost complete silence. Bella's asleep, because the library always required a lot of energy, meanwhile the rest of the car's eying her a lot more warily than a few days ago.

She's nursing a sprained wrist from staving off a Librarian, a broken leg from landing the wrong way after sticking an illegal pen on one vampire and a loaf of bread on the other [and thus siccing the Sheriff's Secret Police on both], and a concussion on top of that. Still intimidating anyway; just where had that assault rifle even come from?!

Ah, the joys of having earned her Concealed Weaponry patch during seventh grade…

And that's the end of the events of Twilight.

During New Moon, Bella's not desperately seeking death once the Cullens go MIA.

Either she goes 'welp, getting kind of bored here, oh hey, Jacob! Want to cliff dive?...okay this is actually kind of tame, but at least I'm not as homesick now, thanks!'

Or, she'd go 'my only friends are gone, StrexCorp fucked off from Night Vale, screw it I'm coming home'.

If she were to meet the Volturi, she'd immediately light up and go 'oh hey do you have any relation to the Large Brotherhood of the Small Chamber? Or Night Vale's City Council?' which, in turn, would cause some…interesting reactions. [A facepalm here, a 'oh god I thought we were done with you guys' groan from there, etc. The Cullens are both curious but also don't want to know.]

At some point, an ancient vampire shows up, and Bella’s practicing her Unmodified Sumerian and ignoring everyone’s stares when they realize it’s the human who’s just blasé and talking to this guy in his mother tongue. She’s not fluent, but it’s enough. 

 Where did this idea even come from? Who knows? [Dammit brain]

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (Erotica)

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and...

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn't just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you...admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm...Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

*****

A few days ago :

Usually, Bruce and you always tried to have lunch together. With his company, your work, and the Batman issues, the both of you could go on days without seeing each other IF you didn’t keep regular dates. So for lunch, you always met up. If you missed one of those mandatory date, the deal was that next time you had sex (which was usually just a few hours after said missed date), the one who missed it had to do whatever the other wanted. That’s how you guys satisfied most of your secret fantasies. Of course you’d never do anything the other was uncomfortable doing, or just didn’t wanna do...but that never happened so far. When the one would suggest something, the other was usually super up for it. You and Bruce both knew that it wasn’t really a punishment to miss a date, but you actually rarely did it, enjoying each other’s presence too much. Besides, when you slept with each other, secret and weird fantasies or not, it was never boring. 

Today, you were running a bit early, and you decided to go wait for Bruce to your usual restaurant. As you sat down, a hand laid on your shoulder, and, thinking it was Bruce, you turned around with a bright smile. 

It  wasn’t Bruce. 

It was John Dover. Your first love. Who totally broke your heart years ago. 

He was still as handsome as ever, though there was some grey in his hair. And his smile almost charmed. Almost, you remembered the messy break up over the phone. 

-Well if it isn't Y/N Y/L/N. Fancy seeing you here. 

-John. Oh. Hey. Hum...Long time no see. 

-Indeed. So, What’s new ? Wooooow ! Is that a ring I see there ? 

You looked at the wedding ring on your finger and rolled your eyes. 

-Great observation skills as ever Johnny. 

You couldn’t help the sarcasm creeping in your voice. That man hurt you quite a lot, and was the reason you got so suspicious towards men. Bruce had the hardest time convincing you to even just grab a coffee with him because of that dude. 

-Haha, haven’t changed a bit really...So, who’s the lucky guy ? 

-Me. 

John turned around and had to actually twist his neck up to be able to face the man that just arrived. You smiled, your ex wasn’t short, but Bruce was a very tall man. He was also almost twice as large, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of it all. 

-Bruce Wayne. Damn. Bingo for you Y/N.

You smiled weakly to John, and Bruce went next to you, putting an arm around your waist. You kinda wanted to slap John. He was clearly implying that you were with your Bruce just for the money, when it was the last thing on your list of things you loved about him. Actually, it wasn’t even on the list. 

-You know me and I have no idea who you are, not very polite...

-I think everyone knows you mister Wayne. I’m John. John Dover. 

You felt Bruce stiffened next to you. Of course you already talked about your ex with him, as you guys told absolutely everything to each other. He knew he broke your heart, and even though he never met him, he couldn’t stand him. He highly disliked any person who ever hurt, or disrespected you. He already scolded coldly multiple people at charity dinners and such, boring rich fucks who thought they were better than you, just because they dared to somewhat insult you. So there, faced with a man you used to love who broke your heart, he was already quite annoyed. Even more because you used to love him. The green monster of jealousy was already there.

-Well, we were about to have lunch. Do you want to join us, John ?

Bruce said, surprising you completely. You squinted your eyes at him, suspicious. You were right to be so. Your husband most definitely avenged you...During the entire lunch, he just completely humiliated your ex, going against everything he was saying, turning him into ridicule. 

At the end of lunch, you were fairly positive that John Dover was on the verge of depression...and it kinda made you feel good. Because that man really hurt you badly, and never had the guts to tell you things to your face, and because you knew Bruce gave him a hard time (rather subtly) just because of that. And also cause he was jealous, and you thought that was cute. 

You finished your lunch, said your goodbyes to John Dover, and as you kissed Bruce to wish him a good afternoon, you thanked him.

-Why are you thanking me ? I didn’t do anything. 

-Sure Bruce, if you say so. 

He winked at you and as he was leaving, you just yelled :

-You’re extremely cute when jealous honey ! 

-I wasn’t jealous sweetheart. 

-Sure Bruce, if you say so. 

He grimaced as you went your own way to your work. 

*****

Of course, when the evening came, you just had to bring the topic back up. Your sons thought it was the most hilarious thing ever that he got jealous, and the batcave filled with giggling. Of course, Bruce was brooding in front of the batcomputer, trying to work on his current case, but he had an extremely hard time ignoring your jokes. Dick was the worst of all, and made all of you laugh by imitating rather astonishingly an angry Bruce. It went on for hours, and you squealed with pleasure every time Bruce was looking your way, clearly trying to hide the fact that he was highly annoyed. 

Fortunately for your husband, as the night went along, your four boys went out on missions one by one. Tonight was Bruce’s “time off”. You made a deal with him a while ago that at least once a week, he’d stay home. He would still stay up for a bit, making sure his sons, Batgirl, Batwoman, basically all of his “partners” were doing good, but come to bed earlier, and that’d be the only night you’d fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

You always woke up with him, but only went to bed together once a week. Which was already a lot compared to what you had at first. 

Yes, Bruce thought he was safe when he last son left the cave...but it was without counting on you. You weren’t about to let it go. 

-So, are you going to finally admit it. 

-I don’t have anything to admit to. 

-Really ? You know Bruce, I mostly find your stubbornness endearing, but this time...You’re just annoying. 

-You’re the one that’s been annoying me for the last four hours dear. 

-What ? You find me annoying ? 

You were a rather good actress. It helped you a lot when Bruce had to leave a party or charity dinner because the batsignal appeared in the sky, and you had to come up with excuses to explain his absence. And it also helped you when you wanted to make him feel guilty about something. You just spoke with a voice that sounded so hurt, that your husband stop staring at his computer to turn to you, a look of concern in his eyes.

-No, I meant...Oh my God it works every time. You ARE annoying my love. 

He always realized pretty quickly you were just messing around with him, but it was still satisfactory to see him panic a little before. You might be a bit evil sometimes. You just liked provoking reactions in him that he usually never has. Only you could make him panic, genuinely smile by just looking at you, or explode in laughter because you said a terrible joke...

-Annoyingly in love with you. 

He smiled, and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you close. However you wouldn’t give anything to him that easily. Not until he admitted he got very VERY jealous of your ex. So you just slipped away under his arm and started to leave the cave. He looked at you confused and frustrated, and you just winked at him. 

-Darling, if you want anything tonight, you’re gonna have to swallow your pride...and then I’ll swallow whatever you want. 

He gulped, but didn’t make a move to stop you. He just watched you leave. How cute, he thought he was actually gonna resist. But you had a plan to make him say what you wanted, and his famous Bat resolve didn’t hold a chance against it. 

You left and went to your shared room, while he sat back at the batcomputer, trying hard to focus on the videos of his sons kicking asses, but all he could think about was you. It was actually pretty rare that you weren’t in his thoughts in some way...the way he was thinking about you right now was very ungentlemanly. He scolded himself, it wasn’t  gonna help if he kept arousing himself with thoughts of what he would do to you...Suddently, his computer went haywire. He concentrated on it intensely, someone was hacking his security ! Someone was trying to get in the batcomputr ! He couldn’t let that happen, there were informations in that machine that had to be protected at all cost. But the virus invading the computer was too strong, he was about to unplug the machine when he realized who was hacking his servers. 

You. Of course. How he realized it was you ? All of his screens were suddenly covered with sexy pictures of you naked and half-naked, giving him your most sultry look ever. He was so glad Alfred had his day off today and wasn’t down in the cave...He stared at the pictures, mouth opened, and felt his member hardening quickly. No matter how many time he saw your body, he always was just in awe of it, and no one could turn him on as fast as you (which was good you thought). A message slowly appeared on the screen. 

“Don’t you dare touch yourself mister Wayne, or I’ll make sure to meet up with Johnny regularly. Well, I think it’s fine though, since you’re totally not jealous. Anyway, good night babe ;)” followed by a live stream of you taking your shower. 

He knew the movement you were doing were definitely not your usual shower movement, you were trying to drive him crazy...and it fucking worked. In an instant, he was out of the batcave, rushing through the manor to your shared bedroom, and in the bathroom, taking his clothes off in record time. 

-Fine, you won you evil wench. I was jealous. So jealous I wanted to punch the guy so hard his mother would never recognize his face after. So jealous that whenever he touched you, or smiled at you, worst, when you smiled at him, my stomach churned and made me sick. So jealous I did indeed made him miserable on purpose, and also to avenge you somewhat. So jealous I am admitting it to you, right now, while you perfectly know I hate being wrong. That’s how jealous that guy made me. And don’t you ever dare make me jealous like that again, because I don’t think my heart can handle it. You won. Here. Happy ? 

You opened the shower door, and gestured for him to come in, giving an appreciative look to his body. To his cock, so hard it was bobbing slightly taping his wonderful abs. 

-Your heart can handle anything, you’re the Batman. 

You softly trailed kisses on his chest, as you directed him with you under the shower head, warm water engulfing both of you. 

-Even Batman is insecure sometimes. 

-Really ? Well, Batman should know that that guy means nothing, not anymore. And that the feeling I had for him were so small and ridiculous compare to the one I have for the Batman. And I won’t ever have enough of him...

He closed his eyes as you got on your tip toe to kiss his neck. You stroked his cheek, forcing him to bent down a bit so that your lips would meet his. 

-Also, only the Batman is allowed to do anything he wants to me. 

You softly whispered in his ear, and with those words, he lost all control. He responded more than eagerly to your kisses, and lifted you up from under your thigh to pin you against the cold tile walls of the shower. Grinding shamelessly on you, your hand were massaging lovingly his impressive back muscle, while the pressure he had on your thighs intensified, almost hurting. It would definitely leave some marks. He broke your heated kiss and trailed kisses down your body, placing your legs on his shoulder. You grabbed his hair and neck for support, afraid you were going to fall, but he was holding you firmly. He’d never let you fall. He was kissing your inner sigh, sucking and biting, leaving little marks everywhere, except where you wanted his lips to go. However, you made him so jealous, frustrated an annoyed today, that he was in no mood to tease, and soon, his tongue was tentatively licking at your core. He felt your hand tighten in his hair and hissed at the slight pain. But he didn’t pull away. 

His tongue was slipping through your folds, entering you with slow stroke that drove you crazy. Supporting you with one hand, his other went down, and he licked his fingers before making slow circle with his tongue around your clit, while one of his finger went inside you. He was moving it inside you at a medium and enjoyable pace, while driving you nuts with his tongue on your sensitive nub. He slid another finger inside, and clutched them, hitting a sweet spot. Your scream of pleasure made him smile, and he worked you up until you reached your highs, bucking your hips in his face, coming in his mouth. Your breathing was hitched as he pulled away to reach back up and kiss your collarbones and neck. 

You untangled your hand from his hair as he raised you once more, your legs around his waist, bending his legs slightly so that you could sit on them. His kisses were perfect, that man could do so much with his tongue. You didn’t care much for the taste of yourself on his tongue, but it didn’t bothered you as much as it used to, and you savored his tongue with happiness and eagerness. 

You scraped your nails on his shoulders, knowing he loved it, and he lined himself up with your entrance. He ease you on his cock with one swift thrust, and waited for you to adjust. He couldn’t wait to take you, but would never risk to hurt you. He loved looking at you as you take all of him inside you. He was A LOT for you to take, and your small body (once again, everyone was small compared to him) made him want to protect you with all his being. 

You kissed his neck, chest, licking and sucking all equally, and he moaned. You locked your eyes with his, and nodded slowly. He took it as his cue to start to move. He started slow, wanting to enjoy it as much as he could. Your name was on his lips, and both your moans and his grunts filled the bathroom. The water between you two made your skin stick even more to each other than usual, and the sound of skin slapping skin was getting incredibly obscene. 

At your demands, his pace started to get faster, rougher. Your legs started to ache from your awkward position on the wall, and you felt kinda ashamed when you asked him to change position. Ashamed, because he was the one holding your weight with his arms and legs, and he didn’t even flinch. But the man was a force of nature, and he lifted you off the wall as if you were nothing but a twig, to place your back on the shower floor. He took advantage of the change of position to put your legs on his shoulder, and to pound even deeper into you. The new angled hit your special spot, and your screams were getting louder by the minute. His hands were on your hips, helping him to pound in you, while your arms hung, useless, above your head. 

He got your legs off of his shoulder, and leaned on you, still holding himself up with his hands on each side of your face so that he wouldn’t crush you. You grabbed his hands with your own, and intertwined your finger with his. He slowed the pace down, trying to show you how much he loved you by taking you lovingly. But it wouldn’t you for you, not tonight.  An expert roll of your hips made him moan loudly, and go a bit weak in your arms, and you took advantage of it to flip on him. Of course, he let you do it, because in reality, if he didn’t wanna flip on his back, you couldn’t have moved him. Your hand went on his chest as you started to ride him. Hard. You would definitely walk a bit funny for a bit. 

His cock was just filling you so perfectly, stretching you to your maximum in delight. If Bruce was just half an inch bigger, you were sure he could not fit in...but he wasn't. He was huge, but the perfect size to still be fully inside you, making you feel full in the best way. 

His hands were on your ass, making your hips go up and down, and you let him take control of you. You bent down to bit gently on his nipple, and he sat up. He kept fucking you in the cowgirl position for a while, until he stood up. Not loosing the connection, he turned the water off, and sat you down on the sink to ruthlessly slam into you. 

The familiar knot in your stomach was almost bursting, and when you told him, he fucked you even harder and faster, the pace almost inhuman. You came with a violent shake of your body, and he kept pounding into you through your orgasm, prolonging it. He quickly went over the edge as well, feeling your muscles clench around him, tightening around his cock in a perfect rush of ecstasy. With one last thrust his seed filled you so much that it overloaded your pussy and started to drip on the sink, mixed with your own juice. 

He cleaned you up with tender movement. The action could be filthy, after all, cleaning your partner up after sex, wiping away sperm and cyprine wasn't exactly glamorous...but even in that, he could just be so loving, that it made it hot. 

He picked you up bridal style in his strong arm, and you squeezed his biceps lightly, kissing him. He laid you down on your shared bed, starting to pull you to his chest to embrace you and fall asleep, content...but you weren’t done. He gasped as he felt your hand wrapping slowly around his cock. He was still quite sensitive from his recent orgasm, and you knew it. You knew all the right moved. Before he could even think about what you were doing, he was hard again, and you started to stroke him while licking his abs. He fell back on the pillows, and enjoyed your mouth licking his skin, and hand stroking him. Soon, your tongue swiped lightly on his freshly cleaned dick, and before he could even moaned, you took him in your mouth. What couldn’t fit, you massaged. Not on purpose, he bucked into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

-Sorry, I-aaah damn that’s good- I...

With your free hand, you caressed his abs and chest, signifying to him that it was OK, it wasn’t the end of the World. You sucked on him mercilessly, torturing him with intense pleasure. He came a second time, trying to pull your head away. You stopped him and took his load in your mouth, catching everything to the last drop. You sat up, and watching you lick the corner of your lips off of him made him hard yet again...You looked at him with a sly smile, and he returned it, knowing you were about to have hours of very, VERY good time. 

That night, you came more times than you could count, and you made a mental note to make Bruce Wayne jealous more often, and to annoy the hell out of him with it. 

When your children came home, they avoided the part of the house your shared bedroom was with extra care, feeling super grossed out by the noises that were escaping it. So loud. Both of you. Damian even went to sleep in Dick’s bed, as his bedroom was just across yours. 

When he came home, Alfred made a mental note to put gloves on next time he changed your sheets...

[crabbiestseaman-blog]

character questions

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?  No direct siblings! But if I app to DA7, my character will be around Adachi’s age and related to him. This is true no matter which of my top 2 choices I go with, really.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? Very positive! She babies him a bit too much, and he gets a little annoyed with this. That’s about the extent of the negativity in their relationship.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? Adachi’s dad had a heart attack and then quit crab fishing, divorced Adachi’s mom, and fucked off to who-knows-where. What a weird mid-life crisis!

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? I’m pretty sure he’s watched someone else drown on at least one occasion but I regularly forget about this like a good roleplayer lol

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? keys, phone, (unless he’s at sea, in which case why even bring your phone if there’s not gonna be reception) gun, ammo. his coat has a specially designed concealed carry pocket. i hate this.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? who tf knows

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? now? lots of nightmares of suddenly falling ill and dying. thanks, chou! (dis a Joke i personally stan for chou. seriously go have your OC interact with her, hear her out, and you’ll stan too)

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target? sIFUISGHJDGKSJGSGhskJGSHJKSDGKJHGSDKGJHUGJKHSGK yes, but he only shoots large animals because they’re larger, easier targets. (also, birds + rabbits are too cute to kill.) first target was probably a rabbit at the insistence of his peers and he cried afterwards.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? not really! adachi’s dad may have fucked off to the middle of nowhere, but he inherited his dad’s job. so they’re still making a comfortable middle class income.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing? well i mean he grew up in alaska and prefers not dying of hypothermia so

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? ch8 lol

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been? who kno

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? no

Does your character remember names or faces easier? both fairly easy. he notices small things about people easily.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? he’s preoccupied with making an income, on account of uh. being forced to be the primary breadwinner of his household for a while there. but for that same reason, he’s also preoccupied with not spending it recklessly. he prides himself on keeping a fairly large rainy day fund in case of emergencies. he’s probably legitimately saving up for retirement at the age of 19. i hate this

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? success, because you kind of have to uh make an income if you want to be happy and not a homeless bum like his dad lol

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child? guns

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? both are important

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? what the fuck is tact or making an effort to be friendly and agreeable ever. tbh the crab fishing didn’t help, because it’s a REALLY REALLY toxic working environment. consider it a less-organized military setting, in terms of toxicity. adachi pissed off his irl friends back in alaska and now they’re not friends anymore. now he’s living in japan and well, if you’re rude even by american standards, you’re not gonna get along with people in japan either

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? “iiiiiii’m the best” - captain kaito adachi, 2017 (in all seriousness he’s somewhat more inclined towards self-reflection these days)

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? “FUCK YOU EVERYONE IS TO BLAME BUT MYSELF” -capt. kaito adachi (unless it was very very VERY clearly his fault in which case he’ll fess up quickly b/c he’s an honest man. he’s not tactful, but at least he’s honest.)

What does your character like in other people? drive, work ethic, honesty, not being a goddamned moron, sharing his basic philosophy towards this whole murder game thing

What does your character dislike in other people? being an idiot, laziness, dishonesty

How quick is your character to trust someone else? Not Very you have no idea how many kids in this game he didn’t trust right off the bat LOL

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? Very fast, he has a tendency to jump to one conclusion and stick with it tbh. But he’s not 100% unreasonable surprisingly

How does your character behave around children? you know when you go over to your friend’s house and you get weird vibes from their dad, but it feels more like they’re Just Like That rather than that they’re actively going out of their way to antagonize you. it’s like that. for the record, he grew up in a fairly conservative household where men weren’t supposed to have “caretaker” roles, so he’s kind of internalized that a lot. it’s more that he thinks this is how he’s “supposed” to act around children than anything.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation? he doesn’t “deal with it” he starts it LOL

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? actually usually pretty slow believe it or not. but he’s in a. murder game setting. so there’s that. for the record, at the moment he’s not going to resort to violence anymore except in self defense/defense of people he cares about.

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? a crab man. he is now a crab man. thanks, life.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? not much considering he’s a pretty disgusting person himself

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. The Sea

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. The Land

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? surprisingly willing to improve if the point is driven home hard enough but if you don’t get to that point, he’s just going to be defensive.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? keep trying the solution/method that didn’t work the first time. no his first guess was right damnit

How does your character behave around people they like? surprisingly agreeable

How does your character behave around people they dislike? Hiss

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? status

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? whatever’s most practical for the objective of self-preservation (and the preservation of those he cares about). much more inclined towards removing the problem/threat tho

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)? one time he got run over by a moose he failed to shoot and that’s his traumatic backstory. he doesn’t trust those damn things anymore

How does your character treat people in service jobs? neutrally. it’s the manager’s job to determine if the employees are doing a good job or not, not him. when back home in america, usually tips well but will only leave an 8% tip if the waiter is clearly being exceptionally rude.

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? Earn Your Keep, Greenhorn. I Had To, Why Can’t You. (kill this man)

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them? he has a step-dad does that count

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them? nah

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? very very difficult. adachi cannot say it without meaning it.

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? adachi’s parents are irreligious - they’re not Rigid Atheists, it’s just that they grew up in japan in fairly secular households. by contrast, adachi himself grew up in a rural american town that was mostly christian. throughout his childhood, adachi’s friends were fairly pushy about their christianity - and to be frank, he found this culturally insensitive. as such, he’s a bit averse to traditional christian ideas of heaven/hell/etc. as for what adachi himself thinks happens after he dies, he’s not totally sure, but he’s also not sure he cares. he’s determined to live life to the fullest, and whatever happens afterwords is not something he needs to worry about right now.

[thewildgroves-blog]

This is one of the only parks in the entire system that Brady had been to before and I hadn’t. And dang, I don’t even know why we never went there as a family because it is… wow, it is something else. I’ve tried in the days since we visited to describe it to people, and I end up with a lot of long pauses while I search for words adequate to describe it. I generally fail in that search, as words just simply aren’t enough- nothing is enough, honestly, even pictures- to describe the dizzingly massive, stunningly gorgeous, incredibly superb space that is Carlsbad Caverns.

We’ve had several friends who have visited the Caverns attempt describe it to us, and I admit that I thought, “it’s just a cave. I’m sure it’s cool, but is it really THAT cool?” The answer is yes. It is that cool. I’m not even afraid to over-hype this place, because it cannot be over-hyped. I regularly stopped dead in my tracks to exclaim some sort of sentiment of awe and disbelief. It really is simply amazing.

We arrived on Friday in the late morning to do the Natural Entrance/Big Room self-guided tours. I think this was the perfect way to do it, as we had ranger tours on Saturday (which were EXCELLENT, we’ll get to those) and doing the cave at our own pace first allowed us to really take our time to revel and wonder and absorb the magnificence of the cave, while also allowing us to later focus on more fully on the ranger tours the next day without feeling like, “Oh, dang, I want to go check that other place out!” This is definitely the way I would recommend doing it if you have multiple days. If you don’t, get to the park EARLY and do the self-guided tours first and then later ranger tours. Prioritize the cave over the visitors center, as the cave closes before the visitors center.

From essentially the first steps into the natural entrance, I was left in complete awe of how absolutely massive this cave is. We missed the bats by a few months (don’t worry, we’re going back), but imagining them streaming out of that cave opening was pretty intense.

That opening looks small… it betrays the mass of the cave lurking below.

I know, it’s grainy and blurry and terrible and I shouldn’t have even posted this… but this gives you just the tiniest taste of the size and steepness of the Natural Entrance. See the wee people at the top?

“I have to duck a lot more now than I did the first time I was here…” (Over 20 years ago… he’s grown a bit.)

This is the Boneyard, which is oddly free of any decoration, but is an excellent example of how the rocks had different levels of porousness which were more or less easily dissolved by the carbonic acid that formed the cavern.

After the Natural Entrance, we made it to the Big Room, which is the largest limestone cavern by volume in North America. It is absolutely massive. Just off of the Big Room is a lunchroom and restrooms, which is admittedly a super weird experience. I felt like I needed a PipBoy and a vault suit!

This kind of ceiling is my favorite. I’m not sure why, because it’s honestly kind of creepy looking (like a giant slavering poisonous monster mouth), but it’s just fascinating to me to see such dense formations on the ceiling.

This ladder was used by the 1925 National Geographic expedition that essentially put Carlsbad “on the map.” It descends 90 feet into the Lower Cave… and gets a big old “hell naw” from me.

This part of the cave was really interesting- there was a cave in (you can see the remnants of what was once the ceiling strewn about the floor), so the ceiling and floor are both essentially void of formations. It’s crazy to imagine that underneath that rock is likely thousands (or even millions) of carefully formed stalactites and stalagmites, built up over millions of years and destroyed in an instant.

Mirror Lake… which needs a more well-angled sign, if you ask me.

It’s so interesting to me how gorgeous these formations are, while also being essentially devoid of color- it goes to show that you truly can create beauty even with a limited palette.

After reveling in the cave for hours (and yes, there was the expected amount of stopping and exclaiming “this is so insane/gorgeous/cool/unbelievable!”), we headed back up to the surface as the cave was closing to peruse the visitor center, and do the Walnut Canyon scenic drive- which was totally worth it.

I won’t lie, I really loved this car.

Alllll of the posing animals this trip. Look at those little nubbies!

There really is a lot more to Carlsbad than just the Caverns!

After finishing our drive and heading out of the park, we headed into Carlsbad to have dinner at the No Whiner Diner- and it was excellent! We randomly found it thanks to TripAdvisor, and we weren’t disappointed. Supporting little local businesses is one of the things we really enjoy about visiting national parks, and the No Whiner Diner was a great little insight into Carlsbad. Their specialty was prime rib, and it was crazy inexpensive for how good it was! The atmosphere was fun, the portions were great, and the food was delicious.

The next morning we headed back to the park to hop on to the first of our two ranger-guided tours- King’s Palace. And let me just say, it was hands down the best ranger tour I have ever been on in my entire life. I know that ranger tours can be “just alright” or “mind-blowing” depending on the ranger, but holy guacamole, people. Our ranger, Ranger Leah, might just be the best ranger in the entire NPS. She was just the right amount of energetic and fun without being silly, and the way she wove the story of the cave into a message of conservation and also really deep emotional themes was absolutely masterful. It never felt contrived, or forced, but I found myself crying multiple times (you’re shocked, I know). It was such a magical, incredible, and life-changing experience that I even wrote her a letter after we got home.

In the year following Sadie’s death and leading up to this trip, I had been seriously struggling. I felt like I was going through life on autopilot. I had been feeling especially bad about my photography (and wasn’t feeling too jazzed about my writing, either), which from a blogging standpoint was debilitating. I couldn’t even look at my photos- something which had previously brought me a fair amount of joy, and pride- without thinking they were trash, much less take the time to edit them to make them blog worthy. But something about the words Ranger Leah spoke deep in that cave stirred my soul back to life. As we sat in complete darkness in the belly of the earth, she talked about the light that we each have within ourselves, and how, when the world is bright and full of light, our light can seem insignificant and worthless. But in the darkness, even the smallest light can show us the way to beauty, and safety. I know that I can’t even do it any justice, but something about that experience caused a shift in my life that I will never forget.

The King’s Palace. Just incredible.

The stalactite in this photo is called The Guillotine, and it hangs over the stalagmites known as The Court. Do they look afraid of being beheaded?

The King and Queen in their Eternal Kiss (though they’re actually not quite touching).

Ranger Leah, talking about the National Park Service and making me feel all sorts of emotions.

The Eternal Kiss up close.

This is called The Veiled Statue – super accurate name, I think!

After King’s Palace, we headed back up to the surface for lunch and a little bit of gift shopping and visitor center browsing before our next tour – Left Hand Tunnel. I was super excited for this tour because it’s entirely lit by LANTERNS. That’s right- handheld, candle-powered glass lanterns. It was authentic and epic and highly recommended. The Left Hand Tunnel is not as highly decorated or detailed as the rest of the cave, but the experience of having your way lit by lights that you carry yourself is really neat.

We got berated to “pick up the pace” while taking this… ooops. I felt a little bad, but it was the end of the tour and we walk fast enough that we quickly caught back up to the group. Of course, the ranger was just doing her job, but I still feel a bit guilty.

After our epic tour had concluded, we headed out of the park to take our last sign photo of the trip. We laughed a little, because as we were taking the photo we watched a couple drive past, flip a u-turn, and come take their own photo before turning back around and leaving. I always think it’s kind of funny that people don’t seem to think it’s a good idea until they see someone else doing it- that exact scenario is a somewhat common experience for us. I’m glad that we can at least inspire the capturing of some memories for others.

Coolest stamp ever, am I right?

Our Carlsbad Caverns National Park “Must-Do”: 

Dang, this is a hard one. We liked everything so much and both of the guided tours we did were so epic! However, I think if I had to pick one, I would say Natural Entrance + Big Room self-guided tour is the absolute must.

25/59 |Carlsbad Caverns National Park | 02.16-18.18 This is one of the only parks in the entire system that Brady had been to before and I hadn't.