#yes this is about lil wayne

[ecstarry]

Dorcas telling Pandora about Reg's kissing list when playing truth or dare with veritaserum in last night's party Pandora: who's number 1? Dorcas: James Pandora: James Potter? Dorcas: Yeah Pandora: That's cool, it's okay Dorcas: Evan's number 3 Pandora: That's okay, I thought Evan was going to be number 1 Dorcas: Barty isn't even on the list Pandora: Barty? Who else was on the list? Dorcas: Lupin Pandora: Lupin who? Remus Lupin? Remus was on the list and Barty wasn't on it? ... Pandora: Shout out my boy Lupin

here's the microfic where it all happened

and that lil wayne interview so u guys get my vibe

[betterthanbatman1]

Someone help him he’s just a lil dude who wants to find a date

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Some cute doodles I did for @rene-01 's raynebow AU!

The little kid in the drawings is Aku, his OC! Aku is also Raj, Bowie, and Wayne's adopted child in the AU!

[dukeofthomas]

Why Jason Todd doesn't believe in Batman's idea of ''justice'', or his way of doing things.

[littlefankingdom]

"World's Greatest Detective" is not a real thing. How would you even determine that? There's no competition putting detectives from all around the world against each others. And, Bruce is not someone that boast about his exploits, he does what he does because it's the right thing to do. He doesn't even see himself as a "good guy", because he thinks what he is doing is what needs to be done. Yes, he is prideful but he isn't this type of guy. He cannot be the one that came up with it.

So, I hc that it's Dick, small young Dick, who flies from roof to roof with Batman, who calls him that first. It's clearly something a child would do, as they will also call their parents "the best dad/mom" or "the most beautiful". It is during a debriefing with some cops, after one of them vocalises how impress they are by what Batman found, that little Robin exclaims "Duh, he's the world's greatest detective!" What are you supposed to do, then? Tell your adorable kid that, no, you aren't the world's greatest detective, that doesn't exist? Tell Batman's kid, in front of Batman, that he is wrong and it doesn’t exist? Do you have a death wish??? The good answer is: "You're right, he's the world's greatest detective.". And when a criminal captures Robin and boasts that Batman will never find him, the lil bird answers: "B will find us, because he's the world's greatest detective!". And, look at him, he isn't wrong, Batman does find them and gets his boy back safe and sound.

Little Robin keeps calling Batman "the world's greatest detective" and people start to do so too. "It should be easy if you really are the world's greatest detective!" taunts the Riddler, "The world's greatest detective is on his way" tells Gordon to his team, "Superman? Pff, we have the world's greatest detective, here!" brag Gothamites...

As Robin grows, he stops doing it, but it stays. As time goes on, people forget who started it. Was it Batman himself? Was it a rogue mocking him? Even Dick forgets, as some memories leave us with time. Only one man remembers: Batman himself, Bruce Wayne.

So, when anyone calls him "world's greatest detective", even to tease or mock him, he doesn't correct it. That's what his baby called him. And when Dick Grayson, now Nightwing, tells him "Man, aren't you supposed to be the world's greatest detective or something?" while they work on a case together, he thinks back to the little Robin who first called him that, and a small smile invites itself on his lips.

[steddieonbigboy]

Stuff and Things

written for @steddiemicrofic june prompt 'stuff' wc: 483 | rated: G | cw: none | read on ao3

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It's an enlightening phone call from Wayne that makes Steve drive over to the trailer park to see Eddie. It's not uncommon with their work schedules that they can go a few days without hearing from each other, so Steve didn't think anything of it until Wayne called.

It takes almost five minutes from his knock for Eddie to answer the door looking frazzled and breathing heavily.

“Stevie?”

“Hey, baby! I’ve not seen you in a couple of days, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, all good,” Eddie's eyes dart shiftily to his bedroom door and back, “Sorry, I've been kinda busy with stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“A-and things!”

“Oh yeah? What kind of stuff and things?”

“You know just, uh, the normal kind of, um, stuff.”

“And things?”

“Yup, that too!”

“Uh-huh.”

Steve just raises an eyebrow, hands on his hips, and watches as Eddie visibly wilts and sighs.

“Did Wayne rat me out?”

“He said you were acting the same kinda shifty as when you snuck a flea-ridden kitten into your closet as a kid, and now it's my turn.”

“Goddammit. Can't get anything past that old man.”

“Well, duh, you're the least subtle person I've ever met.”

“Hey!”

“You can't be mad if it's true, dude.”

“Fucking yes, I can!” Eddie huffs then waves Steve in, “Anyway, since you know now you might as well come meet, uh, stuff and things.”

Nothing stands out as weird to Steve when he glances around Eddie's room. He's about to think Wayne was wrong, when all of a sudden a tiny black snuffling nose pokes out of the pile of blankets on the bed, quickly followed by a second. Eddie hurries over to them as they start to chirp and gently strokes a thumb around each of their masked eyes.

“It's okay, my babies! I'm back, don't cry!”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“Are they fucking raccoons?”

“Yeah!” Eddie grins, and scoops one of the little pups up, “Wanna hold him?”

“Uh...”

“So, this lil guy is called Stuff,” Eddie rocks the raccoon in his arms and nods to the other, still tangled up in blankets, “And that's his brother, Things.”

Things chirps and reaches grabby little hands out at Steve.

“See!” Eddie laughs, “He wants you to pick him up!”

Steve has never held a baby raccoon before but it turns out it's not too different from holding a human baby, if a little furrier.

“Hang on a minute,” Eddie frowns suddenly, “What did you mean before when you said it's your turn?”

“Oh, Wayne said he's had long enough to 'deal with your stupid' so he deserves a break, and this is what I get for dating someone who 'ain't got the sense God gave a goose.'”

“Fuckin' rude.”

“You're literally hiding baby raccoons in your bedroom, Eds.”

“But look how cute they are!”

“Yeah, they're cute but they better not have fucking rabies, Robin will kill you.”

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok so some bad guy kidnaps the justice league, has them incapacitated and whatnot.

The rogue starts monologuing about how through magic they can face the people they wronged, how it’s the first torture he will put them al through.

He starts with Batman and says ‘This ritual brings back the first people you failed to save.’

(The ritual summons relms ghosts)

The bad guy was NOT PREPARED for Martha Wayne to come out of the summoning circle and do her best to beat him to death for hurting her baby. (Thomas Wayne is going around freeing the league and providing medical help. His wife has this handled)

I was not aware I had an ask! Sorry this took so long!

But yes! This just, you have so many brain filling cabinets I wanna riffle though, so many

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Martha knew, she and Thomas felt the tug and, thanks to recent lessons put out by the yeti at the direction of their king-it took him years to get through the backlog of what was needed, so some things are still being rolled out but it's already so much better-they knew it was a summons and could tell, not clearly as a named summons but as a 'most tied ghost to the place/person' summons es being done.

Which means home, or Bruce, which honestly was the same thing. Bruce and Alfred were their home as much as Gotham was.

After the fog cleared, and she heard the sneering, grandstanding voice of someone clearly trying to harm people, she didn't even waste time.

"You've got this darlin', I've got our boy and his lil friends safe'n hand."

And that reassurance from her also-dead partner was all she needed to go after the summoner.

"So you folks are my lil bat's friends! We've heard lots about all y'all been up to since we died, we're right proud of all of it."

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

No More Chances:

Fate's Prologue Assessment

CUT!

Let's review your scrip again, yes?

• Regression is the act of going back or a return to a past.

• You can guess what types of manwha I've reading.

• That's the AU for this fic that I intended for Y/N to have.

• Regarding about their past, I have mentioned that they have been regressing far too many times, reliving a new and yet still old life.

• Answer to why so many resets is possibly because of the 'butterfly effect' or something where even repeating resets can achange the outcomes because of the new actions you perform.

• Y/N might have done something that was different from 'the script' that led to a bad outcome resulting to another reset.

• The past or Y/N's original life is permanent and can never be change.

• Y/N will always come back as the young abandoned orphan of Bruce Wayne, who was neglected and forgotten in favor of his other children.

• Resets can only happen when Y/N is literally killed, Y/N does not have the power to control it, if Y/N want to reset, you know what you have to do, that's the price you must pay.

• Life is precious and if you want to play with it, it'll cost you your own life and sanity.

• I headcannon that death already know about this but decided not to interfer, it's not like you're an actual immortal or anything, I guess you can say you're already punishing yourself by caging your fate in a loop hole.

• Going back to the backstories, everything is a bit blurry but will be revealed by flashbacks (That's what happens when you keep **** yourself).

• Y/N remembers their mother but not her face or voice, they remember moments with them but only the fleeting ones, their touch, the warm kiss on your forehead and the cold hands that touched your bloodied cheek before it drop to the ground.

• Y/N is born and raise as a Gothamite more so on the poorer parts of Gotham.

• It's a bit ironic that Y/N's backstory is almost the same as Bruce if not for a little difference in narrative, A young mother finally earnings extra money from work and took her kid out for some mother and child bonding as a request for their birthday but the night ended with a robber being a little trigger happy and shot the mother in an alleyway grabbing all her money and possesions while leaving the traumatized child to watch their mother's life leave her body.

• Commissioner Gordon arrived at the scene and couldn't help but reminiscent a little wayne boy also sitting on the cold concrete floor of crime alley crying for his parents death years ago.

• Implied that in the next parts that Y/N will become mature and more far off than the other version of her.

• Y/N might be a kid again but they remembered some of their supposed 'ending' and in return gain more than enough trauma.

• It might be a little bit corny or too much but I want Y/N to be a little petty or hateful to the rest of the family in the upcoming interactions.

• Only acting nice and patient around the rest when you face them, they're detectives I know but how are they gonna find out when your fake acting doesn't really matter from the rest of their problems am I right?.

Lil tiny note : I want this fic have a lil angsty with some comedic stuff would that be alright?

That's all I got for now but if any of you guys want to add more traits for your own Y/N you guys can add it down.

Let's take 5!

I'll prepare for your next lines, ok?

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Do you guys want me to tag you on this stuff as well or just on the main story?

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and superman are their opposite personalities in civilian form.

.. so this gives us a perfect opportunity for the most disastrously chaotic dynamic (and love square) EVER.

ESPECIALLY if they don’t know the others true identities, or even they did and are just being lil shits anyways

Give me:

grumpy skeptical Clark to Bruce’s sunshine playboy persona.

Clark *trying to down as many aspirins as he can, half tempted to throw himself into the sun* : Bruce we needed to surround the enemy, not SEDUCE them!

Bruce *currently on his way to a dinner wearing the most seductive outfit known to man* : Well, you know the saying. We can’t gatekeep or manslaughter our way out of it. Girlboss it is.

Clark: Bruce you are going on a date with a STRAIGHT MAN

Bruce: Give me five minutes and then I’ll let you hear him scream my name

*horrified Clark noises*

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Brooding and detective Batman meeting lie-detector and very effective investigator journalist Clark Kent

Batman: Tell me where the bombs are Riddler!

Riddler *currently tied up* : Hehe you’ll never find them~

Clark: Mind if I record this session Mr. Riddler?

Batman:

Riddler:

Clark:

Riddler: Who the hell-

Batman: .. Kent. How’d you even get here?

Clark: Irrelevant questions. *waves recorder* so..?

Riddler: Sure..tell the public I’m going to paint the walls red-

Clark *in investigative journalist mode* : So which devastating rock bottom led you to lose your mind and pursue this as a career?

Riddler:

Riddler: hey wait hang on this is a fulfilling career!

Clark *raising a judgemental eyebrow*: So.. you fighting a man dressed as a bat, with that atrocious outfit you must’ve gotten from hell and riddles that you’ll give him the answer to anyway.. this is fulfilling?

Riddler *voice breaking* : .. yes?

*questioning and judgemental silence*

Few hours later

Red Robin: .. why is Riddler crying and why does he also have a career counselling book in his hand?

Batman *just as surprised and kind of disturbed at how methodical and impressive Clark was in breaking down Riddlers plan based on evidence and connecting the dots* : Honestly I thought he was here for me and he started ignoring me so out of concern for his safety I demanded he paid attention

Red robin: And?

Batman: and he said “oh you don’t want me to pay attention to you” and showed me.. a lot of details and screenshots I don’t know how he got his hands on

Red robin:

Batman: Riddler also then attempted to escape and Clark just.. punched him so hard Riddler still doesn’t know which universe he’s in..

Red robin: well it could’ve been worse.. Clark could’ve pulled out a gun

Batman: .. he has a flamethrower

Red Robin: IM SORRY WHAT

Batman: .. and he told me we should work together sometimes, and I gave him few crime stories and plots to help raise awareness for the public and stop them.

Red robin:

Batman: also he gave me a therapy card.

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Give me ray of sunshine and leader Superman with no sense of self preservation Bruce Wayne

Superman: Good evening Mr. Wayne, there’s a credible threat against you so I’ll be on the lookout for today-

Bruce *sidling upto him* : .. damn.. when I said send your hottest stripper you did deliver..

Superman *beet red* : Im not the stripper sir!

Bruce: Really?

Superman *furious nodding*

Bruce: okay then.. hey listen, I’ve been learning about important dates in history lately.. do you wanna be one of them?

Superman. Exe has stopped functioning

Later

Superman: Mr. Wayne there’s a blackout and the building is under attack! Evacuate!

Bruce *running with gunshots behind* : Are you outside? You’re invulnerable right? Nothing can hurt you? Not even gunpowder or explosives?!

Superman *touched and pleasantly surprised* : yes.. so you don’t have to worry about me Mr. Wayn-

*glass breaks and Superman catches the dark mass falling in the air*

Superman: See? You’re safe-

*realises he’s holding a huge bomb about to detonate*

One explosion later

Superman: … you threw a bomb at me

Bruce: What?? You said you were invulnerable! I didn’t know what else to do with it??

Superman: So you didn’t think to tell me? Not even a warning?

Bruce: Listen that bomb was hot but compared to how smoking hot you were I didn’t think it ever stood a change

Superman: Mr. Wayne, listen. You should’ve atleast yelled or said something so I could’ve gotten it away in time. What if I hadn’t?

Bruce: I did! I yelled GET READY FOR A BLOWJOB

Superman:

Bruce:

Superman:

Bruce: ?? Did I do something wrong?

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And obviously.. the usual golden retriever Superman x black cat Batman that we all know and love so I’m just going to leave it at:

Batman: Someone is going to die.

Superman: Of fun!

Batman: Sure if you consider burning to death fun

Superman:

Superman: Oh come on be a little optimistic! We must have hope! We will persevere!

Batman: we are literally being held hostages by aliens

Superman: ..listen okay, let me do the talking. We just gotta de-escalate the situation

Alien: You intruders! You will never get our superior defender systems-

Batman *done with this bullshit* : I already hacked into it twenty days ago and found all of your identities, families and now have full control over your systems of defends and weapons. If I wanted to hurt somebody.. I would’ve done so already.

Alien *tries to punch him, gets headbutted instead*

Alien *chuckles* : You have a thick skull Batman..

Batman:

Superman *frantic whispering*: Dontsayitdontsayitdontsayitdontsayit-

Batman: .. atleast mines protecting a brain. Wish I could say the same for yours

Superman *heavy sigh*

[loveiis]

chris x black!officer!reader

not proofread !

warnings: p in v, cursing, mention of drugs & alcohol (just one sentence), doggy position, breeding.

chris blasted his favorite song as he sped through the highway, range rovers and old vans becoming small blurs as the heat of the moment distracted him from hearing the blazing sirens of your police car.

you were somewhat new to being on the road, finding people with drugs in their car or under the influence. however, for some reason this was the first time you have ever really stopped someone for speeding. doesn’t happen as much as it used to a couple years back when you were in training.

after you turned on your sirens you turned on your lights as you waited for the man to pull over. “shit..” chris cursed himself under his breath multiple times as he saw your lights. slowing his car, he pulled over to the side.

you pulled over behind him, turning off your sirens as you exited the car. you headed towards the man in the white suv, standing in front of his tinted window, tapping against it to ask him to put it down.

as he rolls his window down, he takes in the sight of you and your tiny uniform making your tits pop out, and god, those fucking shorts; shorter than anything. he wonders if you can even breathe in that thing.

you cross your arms over your chest. “i suppose you know exactly why i pulled you over, correct?” you lean to one side, putting all your weight on one foot. chris is almost at a loss of words as he sees your breasts push together and your hips move, he doesn’t want to think so erratically of you, but that uniform was driving him insane.

“uh- yes, mrs. officer. i was speeding.” he cleared his throat as he let go of the steering wheel, his eyes still roaming your body.

you certainly notice his… curious eyes, but you disregarded it. you were on duty, there’s no time to be giving bedroom eyes to someone in trouble.

“so, you understand that you’ll be given a ticket?” you raise an eyebrow, looking at him more intently, assuming he knows how this goes. he freezes slightly, remembering that when you speed you have to pay a ticket. “fuck, yeah- i do.” he responds, the uncomfortable tone in his voice palpable.

“something wrong, sir?” you ask, pulling out your stack of empty tickets and a pen, to write down the amount he has to pay.

chris runs his hand through his hair nervously before adding, “d’you think i could pay you… in another way?” he looks back at you, with a serious face. you already know what he’s going to ask, but there was no point in him trying. “sir, the payments do not go to me, so there is no point in trying to pay me in… other ways.” you explained.

he sighed, looking around quickly before turning his head back to yours. he glanced at your chest and back up to your eyes. “if i show you how i can repay you… could you let me go?” chris leans against his seat, awaiting your response.

you knew exactly how these stories went. the officers would get caught up with some girl or boy, and end up being terminated from their job. you couldn’t let that happen.

you sigh as you place the stack of tickets and the pen back into your pocket. “sorry, i’m not going to lose my job over something so stupid such as letting you pass because you want to get.. intimate with me.” you place your hands on your hips.

you couldn’t deny it, the man in the car was attractive, but he was also a man of trouble. you can’t let him just go about his day.

“please, ma. i’ll make sure you won’t be fired, i just want to show you that i’m worth letting go.”

and someway, somehow, you found yourself in the backseat of his car, gripping onto the seat as he pounded into you from behind. you knew you would have to hear your bosses mouth telling you that you’re fired, but you were too caught up in the pleasure to even care.

“o-oh f-fuck.. s’ fucking good– shit!” you practically screamed when he reached under you to rub tight circles on your clit. “yeah, mrs. officer? you like being fucked like a whore so much you risked- shiiiiittttt baby- risked your job?” he smirked, watching the way his member disappeared behind your ass.

you couldn’t even respond, the pleasure making your mind blank. “i know you can use your words, baby. tell me you risked your job for me, hm?” he paused his motions on your clit and pushed down on your back, making you arch.

you let out a high pitched moan at the new angle as ge repeatedly hit the right spot. “i- i- fuck… i risked my job for you..” you rested the side of your face on the seat, your mouth opening to moan, but nothing comes out.

“mhm, risked your job for this dick, huh?” he gripped your waist tightly, as he got closer to the edge. “yes— yes! for your dick!” you groaned, your cunt clenching around him as your pleasure built up inside of you.

“jesus- fuckin’— squeezing so tight around me.. come with me, baby.” chris threw his head back at the feeling of you getting closer. his thrusts started to get harder but sloppier as you both chased your own highs.

“im— oh, god.. m’ coming!” your fingers gripped onto the seat harder, trying to stabilize yourself. “me too baby, shit— pussy’s made just for me… gonna fill you up so nicely.” with a few more thrusts, you clenched down on him, releasing all over his cock with a long whimper.

“fuckfuckfuck— so fucking perfect.” he stilled himself inside of you with one last harsh thrust, filling you to the brim. he massaged your ass before giving it a light slap.

“might have to arrest you, mrs. officer.” he chuckled before pulling out of you and flipping you over on your back. chris watches silently in awe at the mess that dripped down between your thighs.

he shakes away his thoughts before grabbing a towel from the pocket behind the front seat and cleaning you with it.

as he finishes cleaning you, you both straighten up, pulling your bottoms back up and pushing your tit that fell out your uniform back in.

he returns to his front seat as you stand outside of his car, his window open as he talks to you.

“you know im going to get fired, right?” you sigh, glancing quickly at the cars passing by before turning back to him.

“no baby, i got you.” chris responds, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a fifty dollar bill. he reaches out to you and sticks it in your bra.

you let out a laugh through your nose. “y’know its only twenty five, right?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“just an extra tip for mrs. officer.” he replies, looking you up and down before smirking and driving away.

wc: 1,171 words 6,240 characters

divider by @/saradika-graphics

hope u guys liked this one :)

[lovebugism]

can we talk about the first time you suck bby boy eddie's fingers? like it's all innocent and everything but he'd be sooo turned on. because I think about it a lot

✶ ┄ EDDIE'S FINGERS !

summary: you're obsessed with eddie munson's fingers. so obviously when you have the opportunity to put them in your mouth, you're going to. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warnings: finger sucking??? it's a little bit suggestive a/n: anon... you're so right. this is absolutely something everyone should be talking about.

( MASTERLIST )

here’s the thing about eddie

the kid’s got some gorgeous fucking fingers

and all of the rings he wears just adds to it really

he’s just trying to bake a cake for wayne’s birthday but that's seriously all you can think about

you’re sitting on the counter behind him while he tries to figure out how to work the mixer by the stove that’s been collecting dust about as long as he’s been alive

his back is to you and you can see the muscles of his back flexing through his t-shirt while he tries to put the thing together

and you try to warn him about putting it on the highest speed immediately but he doesn’t listen

so obviously he gets cake batter all over his arms

his so very, very pretty, beautiful arms—

thankfully you’re not in the splash zone so you come out unscathed

but eddie’s a total mess and so is the counter

everything (including him) is covered in batter and flour and sugar

and he just keeps adding to the mess

he’s so concentrated on making sure everything tastes right he doesn’t care about anything else

when he successfully gets the cake into the oven with minimal damage done, he starts working on making the icing from scratch

because ofc he made everything from scratch

i seriously believe that this man is a whole ass baker and no one can tell me otherwise (baker!eddie anyone???)

but he keeps taste-testing each batch and you can’t help but watch him so intently

he dips his fingers into the bowl like an animal and scoops the icing up to his mouth 

his cheeks hollow while he sucks the sugary substance from his fingers

and you watch the profile of his face contort from delight to disgust and then to confusion

he furrows his brows and scrunches his cute lil nose

and walks until he’s standing between your legs

“can you taste this for me, babe? i can’t tell if it’s good or not”

he all but shoves the bowl at you

and he’s basically holding it with the palms of his hands because 1. it’s sticky and messy and 2. his fingers are also sticky and messy with bits of icing still on them and his rings

“i don’t know… are you sure it’s not gonna poison me?”

“pinky promise, sweetheart”

and obv he’s expecting u to go for the wooden spoon he’s got sitting in the bowl

so you can imagine his surprise when you grab his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth

he almost drops the entire fucking bowl

he watches with suddenly heavy eyes as you suck the icing from his knuckles

and flick your tongue at the tip of his fingers

and then tilt your head to the side to lick off the remaining icing on his silver rings, just for good measure

your eyes flutter shut a little and you hum and the taste

and eddie’s breathing gets all heavy and his eyes glaze over

because holy shit now he wants you to do that to his dick

you pull back with a nod

“could use a little more sugar”

eddie pulls back and hopes his face isn’t as red hot as it feels

“yes ma’am”

got any blurb requests? send 'em here if you want! ꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱

[damianwayne0]

In the Drawer ||

Pairings : Damian Wayne x reader

Summary : Damian and Y/n had been dating for 3 years . Damian is 19 and reader is also 19

After a long eventful mission, Bruce invited the justice league and the titians in the manor for a well deserved break. Everyone was just chilling since it was stormy outside.

Beast boy, excited : let's play a game!

Everyone : Yes let's play a game

Dick , hopefully: Are u also playing Damian?

Damian: I don't want to play with you all imbeciles.

Tim, rolling his eyes: whatever

Dick : please Dami it will be fun!

Damian: no-

Dick, ✨giving his puppy eyes✨ : And you owe me a favor

Damian, irritated : Fine.

" So what game are we playing ?" says Starfire .

"oh! oh! I know! I know! Truth and dare lets play it" says beast boy with an mischievous grin.

Jason took a bottle and spinned it , it landed on Dick.

Jason : Truth or Dare?

Dick : tru-th

" Were you the one who put fart spray in to the batmobile and blamed replacement for it?" Says Jason smirking know it was really dick.

"ye-s"says dick as he looks at Tim and Tim looks back at him with an betrayed look.

"I am sorry Timmy" says dick feeling a lil guilty.

" hahaha dude ! You really did that to batman ? That's so cool! " Says beast boy in disbelief.

" oh, that's why you were smelling so bad that day?" says Starfire with an disgusted look on her face.

"yeah " says dick with an small nervous laugh.

"By any chance was it also you who put glitter all over my bag?" Says Damian glaring at dick. He would have forgotten about that incident, if the gift he bought for you wasn't cover in glitter . And yeah you thought it was still cute regardless of the glittery mess it had become.

"uhhh" says dick nervously knowing he is screwed.

"you- " says Damian as his chasing dick with an fork begins and everyone was laughing at the sight.

After Damian literally hunted down dick , they came back and sat down , This time Tim spinned the bottle and it landed on Starfire.

" Truth or Dare Starfire?" Says Tim , smirking.

Then on then dick knows he's screwed.

"uhh dare?" Says Starfire hesitating a bit.

" ha! Don't kiss dick for a week " says Tim knowing he got his revenge.

Dick with an betrayed just stares at him . While he just shrugs.

Damian is a tiny bit impressed but he won't admit it .

Raven , impressed says " hmm he can't handle that one .

"Damn replacement you got him" says Jason to Tim while looking at dick who now has a defeated look on his face.

" hahah look at his face " says Beast boy pointing at dick, who just glares at him.

" fine, no kisses for a week I see" says Starfire giggling a bit.

Now its dick turn to spin it and it's lands on Damian.

"truth or dare Dami?" Says dick pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh.

"Truth." Says , Damian glaring at dick.

"How many girls have asked you out ?" Says dick already praying for his life .

To everyones suprise Damian begins to count and count and count not stopping.

"Damn dude we understood " says beast boy a shocked and maybe a tiny bit jealous.

" I don't know, I never counted" says Damian shrugging.

" yeah because who could even ask you out". Says Tim smirking.

Damian glared at Tim and Tim glared back.

" okay enough of your staring competition. It's my turn now" says Jason as he spins the bottle and it again lands on Damian.

" Seriously I got demon brat?" Says Jason disappointed.

" whatever just ask already" says Damian rolling his eyes.

" Fine , Fine demon brat. Truth or Dare?" Says Jason.

"Truth" says Damian as he sighs.

" do you hate replacement?" Says Jason with an smug

"I don't hate him but I would pull off his life support to charge my phone" says Damian.

Everyone seems shocked then they all crack up .

"Damn replacement got roasted by the gremlin"says Jason rolling on the floor while holding his stomach from laughing.

"Good one Dami" says dick out of breath from all laughing.

Tim just looks as if he saw a ghost. After everyone calmed down,they all say down and it's was Starfires turn and the bottle landed on raven.

"Truth or Dare raven?" Says Starfire smiling.

"umm dare?" Says raven hesitating .

Everyone than continuous to play. After sometime the justice league comes up from batcave to see the young heros playing. After the game ends. Damian goes into his room for sometime.

Damian than calls you and almost instantly you pick up.

"beloved, I miss you" says Damian wanting to be with her. It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with his family and friends but with you he finds peace that he cannot describe.

"My love, I miss you too but what happened?" Says Y/n worrying that something might happen to the love of her life.

"Nothing, beloved I am just missing you that's it" Damian sighs .

"I wish we could meet but this storm is not stopping anytime soon"

"you're right , beloved"

" I have a little surprise for you when you come back" you say seductively. You were waiting for him for so long because of that mission. You can't lie that you didn't miss his touch, his kisses during your time apart.

" beloved, you really love to make me suffer" Damian frowns

"hehe be patient my love, you will get your reward don't worry. Byeee love ya" and then you cut the call before he would say anything.

Damian heart beating so fast that it could beat the flash in a race . He than heard his brothers calling him for dinner. He goes down but he can't stop thinking about his reward that you were talking about. But he shook it up as his family and friends were watching him.

At the dinner table:

Everyone was seated. When Tim asked Damian if he had the cards game he took from Tim.

" They are in my room , in one of the drawers" says Damian, stabbing his vegetable with fork.

Tim than gets up to go to Damians room.

"So , Bruce did you know someone asked Damian out yesterday?* Says Jason smirking at Damian.

" oh I see , I mean he is a charming boy" says Bruce smiling.

Jon who just arrived flying says : ohhh that girl ? Damian told me about her. Apparently she tried to kiss him but he pushed her off ."

Bruce chokes on the food and Damian drops his fork due to shock and Jason just raises an eyebrow and well dick ,well he is cheering like those cheerleaders as Starfire tries to calm him down.

"He is a charming boy" says Clark repeating Bruce words.

Damian than speaks up.

"she was the daughter of Logan family and shes been trying to get my attention but I was putting her off"

Logan family are one of business partners of Bruce.

"hmm her mother tried the same" says Bruce as his scowls ,remembering those stupid attempts to get his attention.

Dick: where is Timmy? He certainly is taking his time.

Just as he said that Tim came running in and sat down on his seat. After sitting down Tim stares at Damian.

"what are you looking at imbecile?" Says Damian raising an eyebrow at Tim.

Tim with an straight face than says " Are You a virgin?"

Bruce for the second time chokes on his food. Jason starts laughing and dick is just horrid. Clark passes water to Bruce.

"Drake ,what actual heck!?"says Damian standing up .

"I mean , can you than explain why is there two packs of condoms in your drawer?" Says Tim as he puts up those boxes up in the air.

"TWO BOXES!?" says Jason

"CONDOMS!?"says Dick

"I don't think that's any of your business" says Damian. He was quite irritated but mostly embarrassed.

Damian than gets up and goes to his room

"Timmy, I don't think you should've done that"says Dick

"yeah dude"says. Beastboy

"I guess but what if he has a girlfriend?" Says Tim

"Who's gonna like that brat?"says Jason

The next day ,after the teen titan and the justice league left. Damian didn't come down for the whole day .

In Damians room

"ahahahahahahaha"

"Beloved, stop now"

"ahahaha I can't- I swear I can't-"

"seriously?"

"ok ok fine . But really? They saw it?" Pressing your lips together to try to not laugh.

"yeah and now I don't know what to do".says Damian,still irritated and somewhat angry.

"it's okay my love. That doesn't really matter"

"hmm but are you gonna wear that green one or the black one ?"

"...... really?"

"what?"

" perv" You could literally hear the mischievousness in his voice.

"Oh come on "

"Nope , you gonna have to find out"

"Fine "

"Damian, you know, we have been dating for a long time now"

"Yes , beloved I understand what you're trying to say.And I also know it's time"

"really!?", You have been dieing to meet his family for a quite time now, and he already met your family so it's only fair if you meet his.

"Yeah, I also been thinking about this. And I can't imagine my life without you anymore"

"Me too , Damian"

[cinamun]

cin i need all your thoughts on the new kendrick album

Friend, do me a favor, send this same ask in like 2 days. I have to formulate an expert opinion and that takes days of listening

*adjusts glasses*

First and foremost, this is classic California sound right here! Wacced out murals is hard as fuck and that beat is SICKENING. It feels like into the mind of a madman but then morphs into a straight head banger then he addresses lil wayne, and REITERATES how he is the fucking GOAT of all this shit "fuck a double entendre I want y'all to feel this shit" in other words, it ain't that deep, just vibe with him.

Next squabble up got us all c-walkin in our bedrooms and ready to fight a bitch. Every good album needs a track like this. Luther comes in with the BOMB ASS SAMPLE (yes, this shit was perfectly done) of a BOMB ASS CLASSIC ASS SONG and you just vibe out because the beat hits you in the chest and luther's voice just rocks you, plus he brings SZA back from wherever the fuck she was? WITH THE HARMONY!! This is such a beautiful song and my favorite so far.

Man at the garden? BITCH I DESERVE IT ALL and its the force in which he says it that makes it a mantra. Repeat that shit in the mirror to yourself in the morning. Everyday. Bro really said his intentions were pure so all the fame this year, all the grammy nods, the superbowl, the anthem (not like us), ALL OF IT he deserves! I fucking love that shit. He already told us to be humble, but you don't have to be humble about SHIT YOU DESERVE OKAY??? A better life for his momma, a close relationship with God... he breaks down why he doesn't have to be humble about his wins! This feels so good to listen to because he's fucking RIGHT.

Another c-walker in Tv Off, shit bangs, period. WE SURVIVE OUTSIDE ALL FROM THE MUSIC! He starts playing with his voice again and I love that. Can't stand a monotone ass rapper.

Peakaboo and gnx have a beat that I can't WAIT to play in my truck. Imma just go to the store for no fucking reason tomorrow so I can hear how it really sounds.

So yeah, those are my initial thoughts after listening most of the afternoon and evening but imma let it marinate a few more days. Definitely feels like a continuation of what we heard this Spring - serious scary beats with sick lyrics with a few dance tracks sprinkled in. One thing is for sure, the album just feels like Compton.

[hornyhornyhimbos]

pov: eddie really doesn't know when to keep his hands off you... even in public... even at lover's lake ♡

18+ duh, perv!eddie x afab!reader, fingering f!receiving, exhibitionism a lil bit, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), nipple sucking, explicit language, implied smut at the end, 1.3K words, color coded speaker tags, shoutout to @dungeons-are-too-cold for recommending this concept and for beta reading!

filthy fridays | ask box

you loved eddie, but man could he be an asshole...

the two of you had spent the day at lover's lake, and the day had so far been peaceful. you'd started out with a picnic on the dock, where he'd brought some of wayne munson's famous sweet tea and had made your favorite sandwiches, cut into cute little heart shapes, cheesy bastard that he was. you shared the chocolate-covered strawberries you'd brought while lying out in the sun, just enjoying the lake all to yourselves.

it wasn't until you peeled off your—or rather, his—oversized tee shirt and revealed the bathing suit you were sporting that you were reminded of just how much of an ass he could be.

you'd worn a little green number, a polka dotted ensemble that left little to the imagination. you tied the bottoms in cute little bows at your hips, and the second you pulled off your tee shirt, eddie was practically foaming at the mouth.

before he could get his hands on you, you jumped into the water, swimming away in a fit of giggles. he followed suit, tossing off his own shirt and jumping into the lake, diving after you with the ease of an olympic swimmer.

it wasn't long before eddie caught up to you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you up to the surface with him. he was all laughs as he pulled you in for a kiss, his fingers meeting your stomach with soft tickles.

"eddie, no!" you said through giggles, your limbs flailing and throwing water everywhere. droplets hit eddie in the eyes, but he was unrelenting, spreading tickles all over your bare skin.

his fingers drifted over a particularly sensitive part of your body, causing you to jerk in response, your leg brushing in between his own. that was when you registered that this little tickle fight was driven by something else.

you rolled your eyes, turning away from your chronically horny boyfriend, but he was quick to respond, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you close. his hardening cock rested against your ass, and you couldn't say it wasn't turning you on.

still, you managed to ask, "are you always horny?" to which he responded with a soft kiss to the dip of your neck, trailing his lips along the string of your bikini top.

"maybe," he answered, and you could hear the smirk he was sporting. "but how am i to blame for it? i can't help you're the sexiest girl alive."

you hated that his words made you blush, you hated that with one sentence he could have you turned on, but mostly, you hated that he knew exactly how to distract you. because somewhere, between the hickies he was leaving on your neck and the rutting of his hips against you, you failed to notice his hands slipping down to the fastenings of your bottoms.

"eddie?" you called in a panic as the cold water hit your now uncovered core, a rush of both anxiety and arousal flowing through your body.

"yes, baby?" he answered, fake innocence coating his tone. his lips trailed down your neck to your shoulder while his hands trailed from your hips toward your center.

"eddie, where are my bottoms?!" you all but screamed, racing to swim away but his hold on you was just tight enough to keep you against him.

"i have no clue what you're talking about," he said, a chuckle threatening to fall after the words.

you tried to squirm away, but eddie had other plans, one of his hands coming up to meet your cunt, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"ed-" his name got caught in your breath as he teased your folds with a finger, his thumb showing no mercy to your clit.

his tone was clearly taunting as he said, "if your bottoms fell off, why don't you go try to find them?"

your head turned to face him, mouth falling into an open 'o' as his finger finally slipped inside you. "you're such a- fuck- asshole."

eddie tutted against the shell of your ear, his finger crooking deeper inside you. "now, that's no way to treat me when i'm making you feel so," one pump of his finger, "damn," a second flex, "good," a third.

you fell nearly limp against him, moans falling from your lips as he continued working the digit inside you. eddie quickly accompanied the digit with a second, soon brushing them against that sweet spot that would have you falling apart in no time.

he kissed the crook of your neck, licking softly over one of the bruises he'd left earlier. "do you wanna cum, sweetheart?"

you nodded, whined, writhed against his fingers, anything to show him just how much you wanted to. "please," you whimpered, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

"go ahead, sweet girl," he whispered, taking your skin between his teeth while slipping a third finger inside you, "go ahead and cum for me, yeah?"

at his instruction, you were falling apart, his fingers drawing an absolutely euphoric orgasm out of you. eddie knew each and every way to make you come undone, and while you wanted to be mad about the swimsuit situation, you definitely couldn't be mad at the way his fingers felt inside you right now.

his name fell off your tongue like your lifeline. eddie rutted against your ass, trying to find some form of relief from his ever-growing erection, leaving moans in your ear that were only coaxing on your climax. "shit, baby," he said with a particularly hard rut, "y' should wear that swimsuit more often. feel how hard you've got me?"

his comment brought you back to reality, immediately finding the force to swim away and search for the missing bottoms. luckily, they hadn't floated too far away, but in a momentary lapse of judgment, you were hit with an idea while you were under the water. your hands flew to eddie's swim trunks, pulling them down and immediately swimming back to shore.

"you're dead when i catch you!" he shouted through laughter, wading through the water and attempting to hold up his shorts at the same time.

"you started it!" you shouted back. you ran over to the van, holding the small piece of fabric in front of you as best you could, just in case anyone were to spot you. you made a quick attempt at tying them back on, but not before eddie made his way over to you.

in a swift movement, he had both of your wrists pinned above your head, your bikini bottoms falling to the pavement below. he clicked his tongue, a disapproving look on his face. "very naughty of you to run away from me like that, sweetheart," he reprimanded, holding you against the frame of the van.

your stomach twisted with want as you noticed the dark look in his eyes, excitement and arousal dripping through your veins. still, you found yourself arguing, "oh, i'm the one that's naughty? that's something coming from you, perv."

his lips met the dip of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "i don't seem to recall you arguing too much about the way i made you feel back there," he mentioned between kisses, his hand coming up to palm at you through the green material. "in fact, the way your pussy was sucking me in, i'd say she was upset i didn't give her more."

he pulled one of your breasts out of the bikini top, his lips trailing from the valley of your chest to your hardened nipple. a moan escaped your lips as he suckled the bud, his palm moving to cup your neglected boob.

your head fell back against the van, your thighs clenching together with every movement of his tongue. "please, eddie," you all but begged, "give me more."

with one swift movement, he had your legs wrapped around his waist, fiddling quickly with the door of his van, desperate to lay you down and fuck you right. "ask and ye shall receive, sweetheart."

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @esoltis280

[ynbabe]

Male! Reader x Batfam- P.t 1

Just silly lil incorrect quotes based on a WIP

Y/N after being forced to babysit the Wayne's, to Dick: You're my husband.

Dick, smirking at the others: Yeah I am.

Y/N, to Damian: You're my child.

Damian, begrudgingly: Yes.

Y/N, to Jason: You're my bitch.

Jason: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Y/N, to Steph, Cass and Duke: My besties.

The trio: Naturally.

Y/N, to Tim: HA, GAY!

Tim 'totally doesn't have a crush' Drake: Fuck you.

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Dick, thought he was the babysitter: What’s the point of all of this?

Bruce: I need to go off-planet and also revenge for the Batmobile.

Jason, who stole it for a joyride: The best revenge is FORGIVENESS.

Tim, pointing to Y/n sipping a margarita at 7 in the morning with sparkly pink sunglasses: Well, there’s no chance of that.

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Dick with Y/n at a PTM with all his other siblings: That kid shouldn't be allowed to treat Tim that way.

Y/n: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Dick: Yeah, let’s give him a piece of our minds--

Y/n: Let’s stab him!!!!!

Dick:

Y/n: Damian, get a knife real quick.

Dick: NO-

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Bruce, at his old age of 52: You're a lying piece of shit!

Y/n, 29 but technically 2000 years old: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Y/n: I'm leaving and I'm taking Dick with me!

Y/N: AND THE KIDS

Alfred, used to Bruce and his Immortal friends bs, gathering cards: And that's quite enough Monopoly for today.

Dick, being tugged by both Bruce and Y/n: I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE! ALFIE, HELP!

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Y/n, getting the tour to babysit: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Bruce, watching Dick screaming, Damian trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Steph choking on air: I don't know either.

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Y/n: The floor is lava!

Dick: *helps Y/N onto the counter*

Jason and Damian: *pushing each other off the sofa*

Tim: *lays on the floor*

Y/n: ...Are you okay?

Tim: No.

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Goon 1, talking about Redhood: I heard he's horrible.

Goon 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.

*Meanwhile, in the Cave*

Y/N: Hold still!

Jason: I had an itch!

Y/N, putting stickers on Jason's mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.

Jason: *Rolls his eyes but lets Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*

Y/N, margarita in hand: *Puts a gold star on Jason's redhood helmet* there. Perfect, just like you.

Jason, tearing up: Thank you.

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Y/n: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Dick: WHY?!

Y/n: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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*Dick and Y/n on a mission*

Dick, snickering to himself: Y/n needs help. Guess I have to get to the top myself

Y/n, without thinking: You’re incapable of topping anything you’re a fucking bottom

Dick: *immediately trips over nothing*

Tim, on comms support: … guys?

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Steph: I love this new strawberry-flavoured shampoo I got!

Y/n: Flavored?

Steph: Scented! I mean scented.

Steph: But yeah, it tastes like strawberries too!

Y/n, calling poison control: No you did not! STEPH!

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[Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke and Damian doing something dangerous]

Y/n [judging while drinking a margarita] Look at those morons. Where are their parents?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Oh shit! I'm their parent!

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Tim, about his crush on Kon: I need life advice

Y/n, sipping a Margarita and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person

[sturniolosiphone]

Mrs. Officer

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MDNI, angst, smut, use of Daddy౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

This is the first fanfic I have written about the triplets, and I am CRINGING reading it back, but I made it for my best friend, so I'll keep it up

y/n’s POV

It’s been five months since Nate ended things with me, and by this point, I thought I would be healed from everything he put me through, but I still find myself missing parts of him. I miss the status it gave me, I miss the chaos, I miss the holidays back in Boston and being surrounded by his family and friends. Well, except Chris, I do not miss Chris. Chris has been in Nate’s life since they were small and was always around throughout our two-year relationship - I tried so hard to gain a connection with my ex's best friend, but no matter what, Chris was standoffish and cold. We all go to the same small university in Pennsylvania, and my sorority and their fraternity always have events together, so keeping away from them has been challenging. Lately, I have kept to myself and tried to avoid any mixers or events because I can not face them, and honestly, it’s not even Nate who gets under my skin the most; it’s Chris. When he sees me around campus, he acts like he has never met me, rolls his eyes at me, or makes some snide comment about what I am wearing. I am sure Nate has told him that I do not care for him, but he is the one who was a dick to me first, and at this point he needs to grow up. Tonight is Halloween, and I have decided that I am finally going out. I am known as the party girl in my sorority, and my absence has not gone unnoticed. I can not give Chris Sturniolo the satisfaction of thinking he is controlling me, and I will make sure to wear a costume that will piss Chris off.

Chris’ POV

“Do you think y/n is coming tonight?” I asked while mindlessly scrolling on my phone. 

“For the tenth time, Chris, I have no fucking clue if she is coming tonight. Why do you keep asking me? If you care so much, text her,” Nate rants. 

“Assuming I care about that bitch is bold, kid,” I mutter, still not looking up from my phone.

 “I mean, you were the one who was interested first until I slid in and stole her from you,” Nate teases. 

“That was almost two years ago, " I rolled my eyes. I am just happy you are the one who got stuck with her,” I smirked at Nate.

I can't grasp what exactly makes me tick about y/n. Was it the fact Nate purposefully went after her once I showed interest? Was it the slutty outfits she paraded around on campus? Her smart mouth? I can’t figure it out, but all I knew was she drove me crazy and made my dick twitch.

“Let’s get ready for the party. People will probably start arriving soon,” Nate says, startling me out of my train of thought.

“Yeah, okay,” I nod, getting up from the couch. 

y/n’s POV

“Are you sure this looks okay?” I say while staring at the full-length mirror and looking at myself from every angle possible. It’s not that I’m not confident; I just want my comeback to be memorable. I decided to be a sexy cop wearing a crop top, a badge, short shorts, a hat, and functional handcuffs. 

“Yes, y/n, you are slaying! Nate is going to be so pissed.” Madi beams back at me in the mirror. I shake my head and stifle a smile. As much as I don’t want to see him, it would be fun to remind him of what he had. 

“I don’t want this night to be about him,” I say, turning to Madi and looking into her eyes. Madi is dressed as the corpse bride. “I am honestly going to do my best to steer clear from him and his douchebag of a friend.” 

“No, no, I agree, you just look perfect,” she squeezes my hand. " I wish Chris weren’t such a douche; I mean, he is pretty hot.” Madi giggles.

“I would never.”

As we near the Fraternity house, my nerves get the best of me, and my stomach turns. I slow down, trying to catch my breath and Madi notices. 

“Y/n, I love you, but I am not letting you talk your way out of this one. You can not let them control your life. After a few drinks, I am sure you will relax, and this house will be packed. You might not even see them,” Madi assured me. I nodded, ran my hands over my face, and breathed deeply.

“Okay..fuck..okay, let’s go,” I say while grabbing her hand, and we take off towards the house. 

Chris’ POV

The music is so loud, and my head is swimming. I think I may have pre-gamed too hard. My nerves are shot at the thought I may see y/n tonight after what feels like months without properly seeing her. She hasn’t been around much, and I would know because I scope out every event looking for her, but I know Halloween is her favorite. She would always make Nate carve pumpkins and bring her to haunted houses. He complained to me the whole time, but I would have done anything to be in position. Watch how scared she would get, hold her, and make her feel safe. No matter how hard I tried, I was always a dick to her while she dated my best friend. I was just so fucking jealous and couldn’t stand the way he treated her, and she just let him. Fuck, I need to get some fresh air. I start leaving the house when some girl I am sure I hooked up with last semester stops me.

“Oh my god, are you supposed to be Steve Harrington from Stranger Things?” she slurs.

“Yeah, and I am guessing you’re supposed to be Eleven?” I ask flatly. 

“How did you know?! Yes! Can we please take a picture together?” she smiles.

“Yeah, whatever.” I put my sunglasses on my head and bring my bat up.

“Thaaaank you, Chrisss,” she says, hardly able to stand. I just nod and try to find the nearest exit to the house. I step out onto the porch and close my eyes. Maybe y/n won’t come tonight. 

“Madi, please stop walking so fast. These shoes are not meant to do fucking track and field,” I hear y/n yell, and my eyes fly open. 

“Sooorrry, y/n,” I hear Madi sing while skipping.  

Before I can retreat into the house, y/n spots me. Madi grabs her hand, and they go up the stairs to the front door.

“Christopher,” Madi snaps.

“Madi,” I snap back. 

Y/n walks past me without looking in my direction. Of course, she would be wearing some slutty costume. I absent-mindedly adjust myself before saying, “Come y/n, it’s been so long, haven’t you missed me? No hello?” I smirk.

“Fuck you, Chris,” y/n spits. 

y/n’s POV

“Okay, I hate to laugh, but the fact that Chris was the first person we saw is kind of crazy,” Madi laughs once we enter the packed living room. I laugh and roll my eyes.

“I need a drink after that. Do you want one, Madi?”

“Yes, please.”

 I walk towards the keg and wait in line. I’m not as shaken up as I thought after seeing Chris. I will never understand his issue with me, but I am not letting myself meditate on it. I fill Madi and my cups up, and as I turn around, I feel the liquid spill down the front of me. 

“Oh shit, sorry…wait, y/n! A little birdy told me you were here. I guess I didn’t believe them,” Nate says.

“Hello, Nate. Yeah, I’m here, and now my costume is ruined, thanks to you.” I grumble as I grab napkins to wipe myself off. 

“How are you?” Nate slurs. “I am sorry for all the like shit I put you through, y/n really I am,” he pouts while putting his hand over his heart.

“All the shit? Do you mean cheating on me for two years with multiple girls? Do you mean humiliating me in front of everyone? Is that the ‘shit’ you are referring to?” I snarl.

“Chris always told me you were just some dumb girl, and I really should have listened to him. You can't even take a sincere apology from the man who made you who you are.” Nate boasts.

“Made me who I am?” I laugh. “Nate, you are a president of a Fraternity. Get the fuck over yourself, my god.” I yell. I make my way back to Madi with two half-filled cups.

“Umm..what happened to you?” Madi asks, scanning my face while grabbing her cup.

“I don’t even know it’s so packed in here. I just kept getting bumped into! I am going to go to the bathroom and clean myself up!.” I can’t tell Madi what happened between Nate and I. I don’t want to ruin her night, but I need some time.

“I can come with you if you want! Maybe help you with your costume?” Madi offers.

“I’m okay, thank you,” I offer her a smile.

“Keep your phone with you, y/n; I mean it,” she says sternly. I salute her, and she rolls her eyes. 

Chris’ POV

“Wait, did you spill a drink on y/n? Purposefully?” I ask Nate while standing in the kitchen.

“Not purposefully, but whatever, she deserved it,” Nate states. “You should’ve seen the look on her face once she realized it was me.” Nate laughs.

“You do realize that you are the one who cheated on her and made her life a living hell?” I ask, feeling my face get hot.

“What? Now you suddenly care about y/n’s feelings? It didn’t seem like you cared too much when you were trying to convince me to break up with her for two years,” Nate responds, putting his hand to his chin and pretending to think hard. But you know I could always tell you wanted her,” he wags his finger at me. You wanted to feel her mouth around you, didn’t you? You wanted to hear her moaning your name, right?” Nate taunts.

“You better fucking watch it, kid,” I say while shoving Nate. 

“Okay, enough, let’s break it up,” some random guy yells while getting in between Nate and me. I decide to head to the bathroom to try to cool off. I don’t know why I have been such a prick to her when Nate is the issue. Great, there's no line to the bathroom. I try the door, and it's locked. Of course. I knock loudly on the door.

“Yo, is anyone there?” There was no response. “Hello? Come on, bro. I have to go,” I yelled over the loud music. I put my ear to the door, hearing running water and sniffing. 

y/n’s POV

I feel like such an idiot while I stand in front of the mirror, trying to desperately get this sticky beer off of me and fix my makeup. Why am I even crying? This is such a pathetic state to be in at a party.

“Yo, is anyone there?” someone yells. “Hello? Come on, bro, I have to go.” 

I freeze. It’s Chris. Of course, it’s Chris, why wouldn’t it be Chris? Please, god, get me out of here. The excessive knocking is making my head hurt.

“WHAT?!” I yell, throwing the door open to meet Chris, who is startled.

“Were you crying in there? Chris asked with his eyebrow slightly raised.

“Nothing gets past you, huh?” I say while trying to get past him.

“Oh no, you are going nowhere,” he says, pushing me back into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

“What is your fucking issue with me, Chris?” I snap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n '' he starts.

“Spare me the bullshit. You haven’t liked me since we met, and I haven’t done anything to you!”

“Haven’t liked you, that's rich,” Chris mocks. “Haven’t liked you y/n? You have been all I thought about for two fucking years, but you chose Nate.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I ask, wondering if I heard him right. Chris sits on the side of the bathtub and puts his face in his hands. Chris sighs.

“I don’t know what I am saying,” he mumbles through his hands.

“I mean, you can start with a sorry, perhaps,” I say while prying his hands away from his face. He looks up at me, smiles, and rolls his eyes. 

“I am sorry, y/n. I am. I don’t know why I have treated you the way I have for so long. I may have been jealous of you, like your relationship or whatever,” Chris confesses.

“What? Did you think I was trying to get in between you and Nate? I never wanted that,” I say defensively, putting my hands up. Chris giggles.

“You are dense, aren’t you?” he stands up, towering over me. “I wanted you, y/n..just you,” he stares down at me. I feel like I am being pranked. Is there a camera in this bathroom? Is Nate outside listening? 

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” I whisper and shove his chest. “This isn’t funny at all. You act like you don’t even know me anymore. It’s been five months, and this is the first time we’ve held a conversation. Do you want me to trust you? I can’t.” I say, holding back tears. I have felt so alone after the breakup and can’t handle being taunted.

“No, I get that,” he says while tucking a hair behind my ear “I have been shitty towards you, and I guess if I were you, I wouldn’t trust me either, but I am serious, “ he tips my chin up forcing me to look into his eyes “I have wanted you for so long, Ma” he licks his lips. I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

“Chris,” I whisper.

“And that fucking outfit, jesus christ, y/n,” he smirks down at me. “Turn around for me, baby..bend down in front of the sink,” he whispers. I’m fucked. I turn around slowly, see my flushed face in the mirror, and bend down. Chris tuts.

“No, don’t get all shy on me, y/n. I have heard you in Nate’s dorm. Look in the mirror.” Chris demands. 

Chris’ POV

I look in the mirror and see y/n’s flushed face. I can tell she’s breathing heavily, and her breath is fogging up the mirror. I press my clothed hard-on against her, and she bucks her hips back. “You’re such a needy girl, aren’t you? I have been waiting for this for so long, Ma, you have no idea. We are going to take our time. Can you be a good girl for Daddy?” Y/n nods her head. “Words, baby”

“I’m going to be a good girl, Chris,” Y/n says breathlessly. I back away from her, and she whimpers. My hand meets her ass with a loud crack which makes her jolt. “Who are you going to be a good girl for?” I tease. 

“I'm a good girl for you, Daddy. I'm always a good girl for you,” she whimpers. I can tell she’s embarrassed by her constant attempts to hide her face. 

“And I want you to watch y/n. I want you to watch yourself while I touch you, okay? I want you to see all the pretty faces you make,” I lean over and whisper in her ear. She nods again. “Words y/n. I’m not going to tell you again.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. 

“Pull your shorts down.” I watch as she pulls her shorts down as I palm myself through my jeans. No underwear. I lock eyes with her in the mirror. “No underwear, y/n? You’re such a slut, huh? Look at you clenching around nothing,” I tut. “I bet you wanted me to find you like this with your shorts off, bent over the sink with your pussy soaked,” I laugh. 

“Please,” she whines. 

“Please, what, baby?” I taunt. 

“Please, Daddy, please touch me. I need you so bad.”

y/n’s POV

I never would have thought I would be begging Chris Sturniolo to touch me, but here I am bent over a sink with my pussy on full display for him. I have never experienced anything like this before. Sure, Nate and I had sex, but never like this, and I’m almost scared I won’t be able to take it. Chris gets on his knees and starts kissing up the back of the thighs, and I can feel myself dripping down my legs. 

“God, look at you, Ma, you look so pretty,” Chris says while wiping up my slick and putting his fingers in his mouth, letting out a satisfied moan. I clenched, begging for something, anything at this point. “And look at how you respond to me; you're such a good girl.” Chris spreads my legs and buries his face in my pussy, and focuses on my clit. 

“Fuuck Chr…Daddy.” I moan out. He swirls his tongue around my entrance before plunging it fully in, making me buck my hips against his face. “S-Sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to move.” I plead. 

“No, baby, it’s okay. I want you to fuck my face like the little slut you are,” Chris says while grabbing my ass. I start fucking myself against his tongue, and I can feel my legs begin to shake. 

“I’m close. I’m so close” I pant, and Chris snakes his arm through my legs and starts drawing lazy circles around my clit. “Yes, please, just like that…nghhh..fuck fuck I am going to cum” I scream out, and I see stars while I ride out my orgasm all over Chris’ face. 

Chris’ POV 

Y/n turns her head to face me and giggles. 

“What?” I smirk. 

“You still have all of your clothes on,” she laughs. I stand up, and she turns to face me and grabs the back of my neck. Our lips smash together, and I let out a moan as she bites my lip and runs her hands through my hair. She grabs my sunglasses off my head and places them on her eyes, breaking the kiss. 

“Against the wall, Daddy,” she barks at me, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh, are you giving orders now?” I smirk. I can feel a wet spot sticking to the tip of my cock. 

“Well, I am the cop, you know? So..against the wall,” she stands on her toes and whispers in my ear. I back up against the wall and watch her unbuckle my belt. 

“Shirt off,” I whisper while taking her police hat off her head and running my hands through her hair. Surprisingly, she listens, taking her shirt off. “Bra, too,” I say. I watch in awe as her tits bounce. “Fuck y/n. You are stunning.” She pulls my boxers down, and my cock springs out, hitting her face. I hiss at the cool air. 

“You’re so big, daddy.” She looks at me through my sunglasses. I just nod and lick my lips. I don’t know how long I will last if she keeps looking at me like that. She kitten licks the tip of my cock, and I can’t help but buck my hips forward, burying my cock in her throat. She hums around my cock, making me throw my head back. 

“You’re taking me so well fuck. I want you to get yourself ready for me, okay, baby? Stretch yourself out for Daddy,” I instruct her while I watch her finger her pussy. I grab her hair fucking her throat, and watch her gag and spit on my cock. She grabs my balls and gives them a firm squeeze. “Fuck yeah, Ma, just like that. You going to swallow all of me, y/n?” I moan out. She nods and looks up at me through her wet eyelashes. My hips stutter as I squeeze my eyes shut and cum down her throat. 

y/n’s POV

I make sure to lap any cum with my tongue as Chris winces at the sensitivity. 

“You are fucking unreal, y/n,” Chris laughs. 

“Oh, I know,” I wink back at him. 

“Are those handcuffs real?” Chris nods at the handcuffs left on the top of the toilet, already getting hard again. 

“Yeah,” I smile shyly back at Chris. “They’re real.” 

“Stand up, turn around, and hands behind your back,” Chris demands, and I do as I’m told. I know he had me stretch myself out, but I can’t help being nervous, considering he is way larger than Nate. Chris walks over, grabs the handcuffs, and cuffs my hands behind my back. 

“Bend”

I bend over the sink and glance up at Chris, who is staring at me. 

“What?” I ask nervously, looking at his reflection in the mirror. 

“You just look so good I can’t even believe my eyes, bro,” Chris says dumbfounded. 

“Calling me bro right now is crazy,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Right..sorry, officer,” Chris winks at me, lines up with my entrance, and grabs my hips. He slides into me slowly without breaking eye contact. He is so fucking huge. 

“Jesus, y/n, your pussy was fucking made for me,” Chris moans and bottoms out. I can feel him in my stomach. “You tell me when to move, baby…you’re taking me so well; such a good girl for me,” he soothes me while rubbing my back. 

“S..slow, please move slow,” I whine out. Chris starts moving slowly, and I rock my hips back, starting fuck myself back on his cock.

“Yeah, baby, you're doing so good. You look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock for me. Can I go faster?” Chris breathes out. 

“Please, Daddy,” I moan. Chris wastes no time and starts to pound into my pussy. 

“Deep breaths, baby, you can take me, fuck you’re so wet,” Chris mumbles and lifts my leg until my knee is on the sink. “Fucking look at you, Ma, so fucking good for me,” he pants. I just nod my head. “Have I fucked you, dumb baby? Too tired to talk to your daddy?” Chris laughs.

“Gonna cum” I mumble out, hardly able to talk.

“Go ahead, baby cum all over my cock. Make a mess all over me, y/n,” Chris grunts. I scream out cumming all over him while babbling. Chris continues to pound into me.

“Dad..dy too sensitive,” I whimper.

“I know, baby, I’m almost there, so good for me,” Chris huffs. “Can I cum in you, baby?” he questions.

“Please, Daddy, please come in me,” I beg.

“Yeah, want me to fuck my baby into you? Want everyone to know you’re mine, you dirty slut” Chris’ hips stutter, filling me with his hot cum. We both hiss while he pulls out of me. 

“Here, let me get those cuffs off of you. Do your arms hurt?” he says, looking concerned.

“Just a little, but I’m okay though.” I smile at him. Chris helps me clean myself up and presses a kiss on my forehead.

“I hope this isn’t it. I’d like to hang out more, you know? I have a lot to make up for you,” Chris says.

“I don’t think this will be the last time, Chris, but I have to go find Madi,” I laugh. 

“She’s going to kill you,” he says while shaking his head.

“I know I have 40 missed calls.”