#I never actually did tell them about Red...

[littledes1re]

Needy 

Pairing: Joel miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel are fuck buddies…that‘s it lol

Warnings: 18+, Smut, MDNI, pinv, unprotected sex, MEAN!joel, Joel is kind of an Asshole, Age gap! (20s and 50s), degradation, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, spanking.

 A/N:  If you saw this yesterday—no you didn‘t🙂 accidentally posted it lmao. But I literally dreamt of this scenario so I HAD to write it down. HtD is taking longer than expected, i‘m sorry😓😓😓

„We need to stop at Home Depot for a moment.”

That’s the first thing he says as you slide into the passenger seat of his truck. No hello. No hug. Not even a glance. Just those flat words and the low rumble of the engine underneath them.

He looks just like he always does—grumpy, brows drawn tight, lips set in that same familiar pout. His beard is scruffier than usual, flecked with white that catches the light and quietly betrays his age. His hair, though, is slicked back—just the way you told him you like it, last time. You wonder if he did it because you told him that.

„Why?“ you huff.

„Fuckin‘ burst pipe under the kitchen, ain‘t got time for a plumber.“ his voice deep and rough, but still not looking at you.

„Can‘t you just fix it tomorrow?“ you ask, your voice annoyed, as you roll your eyes.

„Are you out of your mind, girl?“ this is the first time he looks at you, but he is angry. „Are you that cockdrunk that you can‘t even wait for twenty minutes?“

And maybe he was right. You were cockdrunk. Waiting for him the whole week, and on top of that—you were ovulating. You and Joel weren’t anything more than occasional lovers. Fuck buddies, really. You met a year ago at a bar—he stood out right away. Grumpy, brooding, alone. A glass of scotch in hand, eyes dark, brows drawn in like he was wrestling with a life he didn’t want to talk about.

And there you were. Young, bold, and captivated. All it took was one look at those broad shoulders and heavy arms, and all you could think about was getting him into bed. A few conversations, some electricity between words—and soon enough, you had him right where you wanted him.

But he was no good man. He didn‘t treat you well, giving you the bare minimum—just enough to keep you around. He didn’t care if you cum, didn’t ask how you were, didn’t even pretend. Cold, distant, hollow. You weren’t special. You were just a distraction. Something to fill the silence. Only a hole…to fuck.

„Mhm, I am. And actually, I waited two whole weeks for you!“ you exclaimed.

„Con-fucking-gratulations. I was busy, can‘t keep up with you every week.“

You roll your eyes once more, but this is what you found so hot about him. That grumpy, angry and annoyed man. Someone you can annoy, and he can bend you over and fucks the annoyance out of you. Or spanks your ass red, to set you straight.

That‘s all you knew about him. His anger, and how to make him cum.

You glanced at him. His eyes were fixed on the road, jaw tight with focus. Outside, the summer wind curled through the trees, rustling the world into something almost cinematic. You rolled the window down and let the cool air kiss your skin.

You felt it though—his gaze. Subtle, but unmistakable. He was looking at you, trailing his eyes from your hair down to your thighs. Trying to be discreet. Failing.

And then you saw it. He was hard.

He never wanted to admit how much you turned him on. The skimpy little dresses you wore, your breasts nowhere near hidden and whenever you bend over—people could definitely see your panties.

„May I help with this little problem of yours?“ You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

„That really is the only thing in your mind—god damn, girl.“

You giggled at his reaction.

Your hand was placed on top of his bulge, rubbing on the surface as you heard a breath leaving his mouth. His hands gripped the wheel harder, so much so that you could see his white knuckles.

„Telling me I think too much about cock and then getting hard after five seconds being with me.“ you teased, your fingers finding the zipper of his jeans and gently pulling his hard one out—already pulsing under your touch, oozing with pre-cum.

„Stop taking and at least do something useful with that mouth of yours.“

He didn‘t had to tell you twice. You instantly wrapped your hand around him jerking him off, while simultaneously unbuckling your seatbelt and going on your knees on top of your seat.

„Careful, if cops catch us, you‘re fucked.“

„Am I fucked, or the person who is driving and getting the head, fucked?“ You smiled at him.

„Suck“ he pushed your head down, making you yelp. You mumbled a little ‚asshole‘ between your breath and welcomed his tip in your mouth.

Your head starting to bob up and down, you begin to suck on him. Your tongue swirling around his head, feeling every inch, every vein on your tongue. You could hear his groans and moans on top of you, his one hand going down your ass and squeezing the flesh making you whine around his cock.

„We‘re almost there, hurry up.“ he growled.

You released his cock with a pop and looked at him.

„Poor old, old man, can‘t even cum anymore because of his age.“

His face was flushed red and droplets of sweat were coming down his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed. Angry— but not finding the right words to respond.

You wrapped your hands around his cock once more, now furiously jerking him up and down, squeezing the tip and using your left over spit as lube. His face twists, jaw clenches as you quickly go down on him again, stuffing your mouth with him so he could all release it in you. He cums with a groan, you feel his thighs shaking as he releases spurt after spurt into your mouth.

You lick him clean, gently, not trying to make him too overstimulated, because you still needed him later that day.

„There you go. Right as we arrived.“ while he was parking his car, you smiled at him and pat his head, making him just more annoyed than he already is.

„Behave in there, is that clear?“

„Whatever you say.“ and you were already jumping out of the car.

Looking through shelves full of tools was never so incredibly boring. And to make matters worse, you couldn’t ignore the pulse of heat between your thighs—not with his back to you, those broad shoulders on full display.

You tried to play it off, looked through your phone, but the need for him just grew stronger.

„Can I take a bite out of those arms?“ you whispered.

He turns his head at you, confused and irritated.

„What did I say? Behave.“ he hisses under his breath, low enough that no one else can hear. With a sharp tilt of his head, he signals you to step back. You do, exhaling a quiet huff as you wait for him to finally locate the one tool he needs.

He finally locates the device, his fingers closing around it with a muttered sound of satisfaction. Without a word, the two of you make your way to the cashier. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence—doesn’t glance your way or say a thing—as he pays and hurriedly stuffs the item into a crinkled paper bag. The transaction barely complete, he’s already striding toward the exit, shoulders tense, leaving you trailing behind in his wake.

You two sit down in his car again, as you look at him with a grin.

„What.“

You don‘t say anything, other than grabbing the center of his torso and making him jump for a second.

„You fuckin‘ serious? Ain‘t see someone be this needy before. Wait till‘ we go home.“

But you couldn‘t accept that. The throbbing inside of your panties was making your head spin. You couldn‘t possibly just ignore it.

So the whole ride home to his house was teasing him, putting one feet on his crotch, spreading your legs and showing him your clothed pussy. And the only thing you would get from him was a cold shoulder and occasionally a huff and puff.

But that quickly changed as you two were standing in front of his apartment. Not even seconds in there, he grabs you, roughly bending you over the couch arm. You yelp, holding into his couch for dear life as he forcefully pulls your panties down and enters you in one swift move.

„Oh! Joel.“ you whimper, his hand coming to grab you by your hair pulling you behind and starting to slowly trust into you.

„Yea, there we go. Getting what you needed, huh?“ he coos. A hiss leaving your lips as he spanks you on your ass, rubbing the place with his calloused hands and then spanking once more.

He pulls your hair back, roughly, so his face is right beside yours. „You see that? That water that spreads out? I would now be repairing that if I didn‘t had a cock drunk whore to fuck.“ your eyes land on his kitchen—and his floor was really overflowing with water.

Your stomach twists in pleasure, but your scalp is hurting as he releases your hair. His thrusts grow harder and harder, his hands squeezing the sides of your hips.

„J-joel, please.“

„What? Ain‘t that what you wanted from me? To fuck you?“ he hisses, biting back a moan.

He grabs your tits from underneath, squeezing the flesh and it‘s almost too painful at how rough he was being. Your whines grow louder, knowing that now his neighbours probably would hear you.

„S‘what you get. Not listening to me, teasing me all damn day, being bratty. Now you get your ass beat.“ he spanks your bottom once again, this time so hard that you physically recoil and your body almost falls on the arm of the chair. Your hear a chuckle, as he nears his head to your ear once again.

„Poor, poor baby.“ he whispers, stroking your cheek.

„Now where is that big mouth of yours, huh?“

As your thighs start to shake, your whines grow louder. Your stomach twists as you come closer and closer to your release. Joel spanks you once more, his thrusts growing sloppier. He pumps into you two or four more times before coming into you—filling you to brim.

A breath releases from your lips, as you shake your head.

„No, no, no. Let me cum please!“ you yell at him. But there is no use. He finishes inside of you, letting go of your hair and just leaving you there—hanging on top of the couch arm, panties down, hole filled, his cum already dripping out and without an orgasm.

You lift your head up to see him go to his kitchen, get on his knees and start working on the busted pipe.

„Pull your panties up and come help me here. Make yourself useful for once.“

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[tywrites]

secrets that you keep (talking in your sleep) pt 2 | mateo manta

requests: “hello . please consider and part two to your Mateo fic . thank you very Much ❤️ . Idont know if i should format this as a request or suggestion— but if you take it the first way then Mateo submissive top maybe… Or just Very whiny and the Like.” + “Steamy make out sesh with Mateo PLEASE(maybe more if ur up to it🤭)"

word count: 2.1k

warnings: minors dni!! smut, riding, creampie

a/n: i had so many mateo reqs in my inbox after the last fic hehe, not complaining at all. hope you guys enjoy this filth <33 i also don't speak spanish so apologies if it's used entirely wrong ;-;

part 1

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?”

Mateo’s head was spinning and he had no idea where to put his hands. I mean, what exactly are you supposed to do when there’s a gorgeous human on top of you, looking like they’re ready to eat you for dinner?

After his teasing question, you’d wasted no time in straddling the man, seemingly determined to make him pay for the embarrassment you were feeling. With a leg either side of his lap, you locked your lips with his, kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands found his, moving them up so they laid on your waist.

God, his lips were so soft – makes sense for a blanket, you thought.

Your hands soon found their way to his hair, tangling into the locks and pulling him even closer to you. You couldn’t help but notice the most adorable breathy sounds coming from Mateo with every tug of his hair, every movement of your tongue. You wanted to drown in him.

“Ay dios mío, corazón… ah, you’re perfect,” he panted out, a dark red coating his cheeks. You took this moment to catch your breath before attaching your lips to his neck, focusing on the sensitive spot right under his ear. He made the most delicious noises.

“Ayy… mmh, mi amor please- ah!” He let out a loud moan when his hips bucked up into your own, the hardness evident in his sweatpants.

Your hands were all over him, taking in every inch of his soft skin. You were ecstatic to finally be able to leave your mark on him, taking this time to make sure the others knew exactly who Mateo belonged to. Your lips trailed over his neck and chest, nipping and sucking at the skin to leave crimson marks behind. It was clear that Mateo was getting impatient – you could feel his hips desperately humping into your own, an almost humiliated expression on his face.

“Aw, my love… Are you that desperate for me?” you whispered sweetly into his ear, your hand trailing down to lay over his bulge teasingly. He whined, bucking up into your hand, attempting to get any kind of friction possible.

“Sí, sí… please don’t tease,”

You smirked. “Hmm? But I thought you wanted to know what my dream was about? You do wanna know… right?”

His mouth dropped agape slightly, his mind barely able to process your words. Fuck, he really did want to know. He needed to know what made you make those noises, why you were pleading his name so insistently… what he was doing to make you moan so sweetly.

“T-tell me,” he said quietly, sweaty strands of his hair falling into his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Say please,”

He groaned, his cock bouncing at your words. He never knew he’d be into this kind of thing. You on top of him, taking full control of the situation – entirely different than it had been just half an hour ago. The picture of you leaning over him, desire in your eyes… He would give you anything you asked of him.

“Please, amor… please tell me,”

You reached out to cup his cheek as you leaned into him, stopping inches away from his face. You looked directly in his eyes as you told him exactly what had made you so hot.

“It’s funny… we were actually in opposite positions to now,” you began, glancing down at your bodies on the sofa, your legs straddling his. “You were on top of me, saying the dirtiest things I could think of. I couldn’t move – not with my hands tied so tightly with your blanket. And god, you were being such a tease…”

He bit his lip, trying in vain to hold back a moan.

“You were telling me all of the things you wanted to do to me. I was begging for it so hard, so desperately, and you were being so mean,” you pouted, your hands moving to your shirt as you began to unbutton it. Slowly.

Mateo’s eyes locked onto your movements, unable to tear his vision away as inch by anticipated inch of your soft skin was revealed to him. He gulped down a mouthful of saliva, thanking the universe that he wasn’t literally drooling right now. The same couldn’t be said for his poor, neglected cock; a small stain now soaked through the front of his sweatpants.

“Mi vida, please…”

“Uh uh, I’m not finished yet,” you say, grinning devilishly. You only received a broken whine in response.

“When you finally touched me… God, I could have finished right there and then. You were amazing, ‘Teo. Made me feel so fucking good, so sexy-”

“You are,”

Your face flushed. You were finally on the last button. As you undid it, you looked Mateo in the eyes. You’d never seen his big brown eyes look so… needy. You finally pushed your shirt off, revealing your body to your boyfriend for the very first time. There’s a thought in the back of your head, a vague one – if it had been anyone but Mateo seeing you right now, you wouldn’t be feeling half as comfortable and safe.

But trusting Mateo came so easily to you.

“Fuck, corazón… such a beauty. How did I get so lucky?” His voice and face were so sincere, looking at you with genuine amazement in his eyes. His hands twitched, desperate to reach out and touch you. You finally decided to be nice, mostly due to how eager you were becoming yourself.

“Mateo?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Please touch me,”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on you in a second, roaming over your top half as he kissed you deeply. He was definitely becoming more confident now that he had an obvious place to put his hands. They slid smoothly over the expanse of your back, up to your hair as he pulled you against him, moaning needily into the kiss. You pushed down onto his lap, earning you a wrecked whine from Mateo.

You started to claw at his clothing, needing him to be wearing decidedly less right about now. He shrugged off his puffy duvet jacket, his lips still locked with your own the entire time. You were forced to part, however, for him to rip off his vest. His soft stomach was revealed to you, along with a visible path of white hairs leading down to the main event.

You were going to wreck this man.

Blanket.

You wasted no time in peeling off your bottoms, your hole aching for something, anything to fill it up. Mateo was fixated on your naked form, his eyes glazing over with desire.

“You’re still wearing far too many clothes…”

He chuckled at your eagerness, reaching down to untie the blanket around his waist. When he was finally able to liberate himself from his sweatpants, he let out a quiet groan of relief. His cock was throbbing and everything you were hoping for. Mateo was definitely thicker than he was long, but still a pretty sizeable length. He wrapped a hand around the base, giving it a few quick strokes, his face almost looking as flushed as the tip.

“I… I need you, mi vida…” he said softly, looking at you with sweet, hopeful eyes.

Fuck.

You crawled over to him, laying a hand on his chest and pushing him back to lay against the arm of the couch. “Don’t worry, my love,” you said, giving him a chaste kiss before taking a hold of his aching cock. “I’ll take care of you,”

He whined as you slowly stroked his length, paying special attention to the very tip, your thumb teasingly spreading the pre-cum over the head. His eyes closed, his mouth left agape as you continued your ministrations. He was gorgeous, some of his white locks stuck to his forehead from the heat of the situation, a rosy hue to his skin as he tried to hold back the sweet noises he was making.

You needed him inside you. Now.

You lifted your left hand to his mouth (your right still continuing to bring him the pleasure he so needed), presenting him with three fingers. He looked at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Open your mouth, love,”

His eyes widened when he realised what you meant. He obeyed quickly, his mouth falling open for you as you pressed your fingers inside. His tongue worked itself around them, getting them nice and wet for you. He was nothing if not thorough. What you didn’t expect, was the satisfied whine that left him as he sucked on your fingers.

Holy shit. It went straight to your head, your mind getting fuzzy as you watched him be so eager to listen, so eager to please. Once your fingers were suitably wet, you pulled them out of his mouth – Mateo seeming almost disappointed at the absence.

You moved your hand down to your hole, starting with one digit as you slowly began to prep yourself. As eager as you were, one look at Mateo’s thick cock told you that you needed to be stretched out before taking it.

“Ayy… fuck mi amor, are you touching yourself?”

You blushed, adding a second finger. “Need to… open myself up for you,”

He groaned, his head falling forward onto your shoulder as you continued to stroke his cock and touch your own hole. You added a third finger, spreading them wide as you fucked yourself, stretching yourself as best you could in this position. At a certain point you stopped. This would do.

You lifted yourself up so you were up on your knees, placing your hands on his shoulders as you hovered over his cock. Mateo’s hands quickly found your waist and he looked up at you like you’d hung the very stars in the sky. As you slowly lowered yourself down onto his length and felt that initial stretch, you couldn’t hold back the sharp inhale you took. Fuck, he was big.

“Ohh… you feel amazing. Fuckkkk, taking me so well,” he whined, his head falling back onto the sofa as you sank down onto him. “Perfect, so perfect, baby…”

You ignored the slight pain at the stretch, focusing on his sweet words whispered into your ear. Soon, he was completely bottomed out inside you, your thighs shaking from exertion. You couldn’t help but collapse against his chest for a moment, taking a few deep breaths as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside you.

“Shh, I’ve got you amor… So sweet for me, always taking such good care of me,” he breathed out, placing soft kisses all over your face and neck. “Take your time,”

Once the dull ache had faded away, you braced your hands against his shoulders, looking directly in his eyes as you lifted yourself as far as you could off of his cock. He whined at the loss before letting out a loud groan as you dropped yourself back down onto him. You began to ride him, hard and fast, moaning as he hit that perfect spot inside of you. His hands gripped at your ass, pulling himself deeper into you as you rode him.

“Fuckkk, ‘Teo… Ah!”

“Te amo! Ayyy, mi vida, so good!”

“I love you too, mmh- fuck!”

His hips started to meet yours as he thrusted up, his head falling back and his eyes closing. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding on for dear life as he took over, driving into you with as much force as he could muster.

“I- I’m close…” you whimpered, clinging to him as you felt the knot in your stomach forming with each hard thrust.

“Me too, corazón. Fuck, where can I…” he trailed off, a desperate look on his face as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Inside, ‘Teo… please come inside me,”

He groaned at your words. You really were gonna be the death of him. He drove into you, determined to get you there first – he had always been a giver. It didn’t take long for you to come undone on his cock, your body convulsing as you let out a loud mewl, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

He thrusted once, twice, three times more before finally pulling your hips firmly down onto his own. He released inside you, his hot, thick come flooding your hole. He kept you there as he fully emptied himself inside, his head flopped forward into the crook of your neck. You held him, stroking your hand through his sweaty mop of hair.

There was a comfortable silence as you both came back to reality, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Mateo’s hands stroked over your back soothingly, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“So…

“So?”

He smiled teasingly at you. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

You gave his shoulder a gentle slap as you both devolved into giggles, wrapped around each other comfortably in the living room. You could only hope and pray that the others had… vacated the room much earlier.

[ourrechte-blog]

Later, across town at a small corner cafe, Danny and Jazz sat at a quiet table by the window, actually relaxing for the first time in weeks. Danny sipped his coffee while Jazz picked at a blueberry muffin, both of them looking more at ease than they had since arriving in Gotham.

"It's nice when it's just the two of us sometimes," Danny said, reaching across the table to take Jazz's hand.

"Right?" Jazz smiled, intertwining their fingers. "Sometimes the entire family out is just a mess waiting to happen."

Danny chuckled. "Remember last week when we tried to take the twins grocery shopping?"

"Blues started floating in the produce section, Ellie phased through the cart, and you accidentally went intangible while pushing it," Jazz recounted, shaking her head. "The poor clerk thought the cart was possessed."

"At least we got banned from somewhere other than the library for once," Danny grinned, earning a laugh from Jazz.

She squeezed his hand. "Think they're okay? The babies, I mean. Your... father seemed competent."

"They'll be fine," Danny said, though his expression grew more serious. "Bruce Wayne knows how to handle complicated situations. And honestly? After dealing with Karl, I trust him more than most people."

Jazz nodded, taking a sip of her latte. "Still feels weird, having family you never told us about."

"Tell me about it," Danny agreed, his thumb tracing over her knuckles. "But at least the girls will have more people looking out for them."

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Chaos had erupted in Wayne Manor's living room.

Blues and Ellie had woken up from their naps and were now floating three feet off the ground, giggling as they bobbed through the air like tiny, adorable balloons. Blues's red hair seemed to glow faintly as she drifted toward the chandelier, while Ellie executed what could generously be called a barrel roll.

"Oh hell no," Jason muttered, diving to catch Ellie as she floated toward a priceless vase. "Bruce, your granddaughters are flying!"

"I can see that," Bruce said tightly, watching Blues hover just out of reach near the ceiling.

Tim was frantically typing on his tablet. "Okay, so we're dealing with meta-human babies. That's... that's new. Even for us."

"Should we be concerned about the structural integrity of the ceiling?" Damian asked, watching Blues bump gently against the crown molding.

Meanwhile, Dick sat calmly in an armchair, occasionally reaching up to gently guide one of the babies away from anything breakable. "It's fine, guys. They're just testing their abilities. Completely normal."

Everyone turned to stare at him.

"Normal?" Tim squeaked as Ellie did another midair somersault.

"Flying newborns are normal for you?" Barbara asked incredulously.

Dick shrugged. "Mar'i started flying at six weeks. At least these two aren't shooting starbolts yet."

Alfred appeared in the doorway carrying a tea service, completely unfazed by the sight of two floating infants. "Perhaps some warm milk would help settle the young misses?" he suggested, as if airborne babies were just another Tuesday at Wayne Manor.

"Alfred," Bruce said slowly, "the babies are flying."

"Indeed, Master Bruce," Alfred replied, setting down the tea tray and reaching up to gently scoop Blues out of the air. "Young Miss Blues seems to have inherited her father's more unique characteristics. Shall I prepare bottles?"

The baby cooed happily in Alfred's arms, her feet still not quite touching solid ground as she hovered slightly.

"How are you all so calm about this?" Jason demanded, still clutching Ellie protectively.

DCxDP Prompt: Green Light Special

Batman's comm gave a single faint tone, the warning to let him know someone had just switched to his channel. "Batman," Oracle's modulated voice came over the line, "sighting of a giant, glowing, green, translucent bat symbol over Manny's Grocer, on the east end."

"A glowing, green bat symbol?"

"I don't have any eyes on it, but from the description it sounds like a Green Lantern is trying to get your attention."

Bruce hummed his agreement, though he can't figure out why. All of Earth's Green lanterns could easily contact him through the Justice League comms, and no other Green Lanterns should need Batman specifically. "I'm on my way."

"Red Robin is closest, I'm putting him on stand by."

Bruce grunted, the situation was strange enough to warrant keeping back up nearby in case this turned out to be a trap.

Bruce soon found himself standing on the roof of an apartment building just across the street from Manny's grocer, the height of the apartment putting him basically at eye level with the construct. He had to admit, it did look like a Green Lantern construct. Below the construct was a glowing figure floating just above the roof, wearing what appeared to be a black suit with a few white accents and hair. Bruce didn't know any Green Lanterns with white hair, but he supposed that didn't mean much. He landed on the grocer's roof, barely making a sound.

The figure turned and locked eyes with him.

The figure relaxed when they spotted Batman, a relieved smile spreading across their face as they turned the rest of the way around. They had glowing green eyes and a young face, around Damian's age if Bruce had to guess. Cradled in one arm was a blanket wrapped bundle, the other gave a quick wave before their hand fell to brush the dark head of a small child clinging to their leg. He hadn't noticed the child until just then; partly because the child was so very small, they looked barely old enough to walk, and partly because unlike teen they weren't glowing.

Above them the construct dimmed and faded out of existence.

"Detective," the teen said quietly.

Bruce tensed, very few people ever called him that. "And you are?"

"Oh! I'm uh…" The teen suddenly looked sheepish, but he drifted closer. "Hello Father," he said in the LoA's dialect. "I'm sorry to be meeting you like this, but I didn't know who else to go to." He brought his hand up to steady the bundle as he carefully held it out to Bruce.

A baby.

A tiny baby, a few weeks old at best.

"I need your help," the teen said a little desperately, switching back to English.

Bruce stepped forward and took the baby, careful to support their head as his own swam with everything this complete stranger had just dumped on him.

While Bruce settled the soundly sleeping baby into his hold the teen leaned down and picked up the toddler, then held them out to Bruce too. Running on pure instinct he wrapped an arm around the toddler.

"Dani, this is your baba," the teen said gently as he smiled down at the child. "Be good for your baba, alright Starlight? He'll keep you safe until I get back."

The toddler whined as tears started running down their face, they leaned towards the teen with outstretched arms. "Daddy!"

Bruce struggled to keep the squirming toddler from falling, he shifted and tried to pull the small child closer to his center of mass.

"I'm trusting you with them," the teen said seriously, eyes locked with Bruce's.

"Wait," Bruce called.

The teen was already flying up and away, vanishing from sight long before he should have.

"Damnit," Bruce murmured to himself.

The small child in his arms (Danny?) started crying louder, screaming their upset to the heavens. Bruce hefted the toddler a little higher on his hip and pressed them to his chest, rubbing their back as best he could while holding them one handed.

"I'm almost there," Tim reported.

"I've got the batmobile en route on auto," Oracle added. "Hopefully the emergency car seats you keep in its storage will be enough." Even through the modulation, Bruce could hear the teasing in her voice.

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one piece fic | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{JEALOUS KISS}

“Hey, Zoro!” Sanji hears Chopper exclaim when he’s out on the deck, passing out afternoon snacks to Nami and Robin during their slow descent down from Skypiea. “Where’d you get that mark on your neck?”

“What mark?” Zoro replies.

“This big red one right here!”

When Sanji turns to look, he sees Chopper poking one small hoof at the spot where Zoro’s neck meets his shoulder with a concerned frown. Sanji expects Zoro to wave the little doctor off like he usually does, so it’s a bit of a surprise to instead see the swordsman go bright red from his cheeks all the way down to his collarbones.

“Oh, that?” he says, voice sounding weirdly strangled. “I think that’s just, uh… A bug bite.”

“What? This is a huge bug bite, Zoro! Why didn’t you tell me about it right away? Bug bites can carry all kinds of diseases!” Chopper scolds him. “And with how inflamed this one is already—Although, now that I’m looking at it, it’s not actually very swollen…”

It hits Sanji what this supposed ‘bug bite’ is at exactly the same moment that Robin murmurs, “Oh,” in a delighted tone, while Nami’s face lights up with a beautifully wicked grin as she giggles, “Oh, this I have to see.”

“What the fuck?” Sanji hisses, hand going tight around the drink tray he’s holding. “We only left Skypiea this morning, when did he even have time?”

“He was drinking with someone at the party, wasn’t he?” Robin asks. “Braham, I think his name was?”

“Yeah; they left together once they ran out of booze,” Nami confirms. 

“What?” Sanji whips his head around to stare at her. “Why?”

Nami raises an eyebrow. “Why do you think, Sanji-kun?”

“But—” Sanji starts to say, and then stops. 

Because the rest of that sentence was going to be that’s what he has me for, which is… Insane. That is an insane thought for Sanji to have. For multiple reasons, not least of which is the fact that he and Zoro fool around solely for the purposes of boredom and stress relief, and have never once brought up the idea of being exclusive with each other. Sanji wouldn’t want them to be exclusive, because that would mean he couldn’t pursue any beautiful ladies when the opportunity arises. Hell, just last night he was trying to catch the attention of the lovely Raki during the party, but he struck out.

That must be what the white hot clench of jealousy Sanji currently feels in his stomach is about. The fact that an unwashed, moss-headed brute managed to score while Sanji didn’t, even though he’s clearly the better catch.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath.

“I know, right?” Nami says gleefully, her eyes fully trained on Zoro and Chopper as the swordsman attempts to bluff his way out of a physical examination, which, to judge by the steadily rising pitch of Chopper’s voice, is failing miserably. “He’s so bad at lying.”

“I don’t need to see this,” Sanji scoffs, turning away with a sharp twist. “Enjoy your snacks, ladies.”

He stalks back to the kitchen, lighting a cigarette on the way and trying to remember who the hell Braham was as he puffs on it with unusual vehemence. One of the Shandians, probably; he’d seen Zoro talking to a group of them earlier in the evening. Was Braham the one with the red goggles? Or maybe the one with the stupid hat? Sanji can’t remember. He’s also not sure why he cares.

Zoro can do whatever the hell he likes, Sanji tells himself as he starts in on the dinner prep, slicing and dicing his vegetables like they’ve personally offended him. So what if he slept with one of the Shandians? He doesn’t care. Sanji’s just annoyed that Zoro got some action and he didn’t. He doesn’t care. Sanji didn’t think any of them were all that impressive except for the guy that nearly blew himself up, but whatever. He doesn’t care. Where’d they even get off to, the ruins? Gross. Disgusting. Unhygienic. But also, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t—

“The hell did those bell peppers ever do to you, cook?”

Only years of conditioning not to make any sudden movements with a knife in his hand keep Sanji from jumping out of his skin at the sound of Zoro’s voice.

“What the hell do you want?” he snaps, lifting his head to glare at the moss-headed idiot standing by the table, who scowls right back.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” he retorts. “I just want a snack, jeez.”

“Too bad. Wait until dinner.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I fucking said so, that’s why!” Sanji bites out, knowing that he’s being unreasonable and not caring. He’s irritated because Zoro is out here flaunting his stupid fucking hickey so much that even Chopper noticed it. Not that Sanji cares. “Now get out of my kitchen.”

Zoro’s eyes narrow nearly to slits. Sanji watches a muscle in his jaw tick, and then he crosses his arms, leaning one hip heavily against the table as a wide, sharp-toothed smile spreads slowly across his face.

“Make me,” he challenges.

Sanji’s nostrils flare.

This is stupid, he thinks to himself as he launches himself at Zoro. He’s getting into a fight over nothing. This is stupid, Sanji tells himself as the fight devolves into angry, heated kissing in record time. He doesn’t care about some stupid mark Zoro got from some random guy that they’re never going to see again anyway. This is stupid, he thinks desperately as he shoves Zoro up against the pantry wall, kicking the door shut behind them before latching onto one of his collarbones, making the swordsman groan and twist his fingers tightly in Sanji’s hair. This is stupid, this is stupid, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care—

The line of bites and bruises Sanji leaves scattered across Zoro’s chest can’t be seen when he puts his shirt back on, because Sanji doesn’t need the ladies scandalized and also he really, really doesn’t want anyone to have to explain to Chopper what a hickey is. But Sanji knows they’re there, and when he catches Zoro running his thumb absentmindedly along the line of them later at the dinner table, it makes his stomach flood with something hot and satisfied.

Not that he cares, of course.

(notes: which one braham is, if you guys even care)

[iizora]

Hi, can i ask for something with Mira from KPDH?

Fem reader being Mira's secret girlfriend and finaly meeting her friends ( Rumi and Zoey )

Or Just Mira with a half demon girl

( you can ignore this if you want, also sorry for the bad english, my first language is brazilian portuguese )

Blossoming love

Sry this took a while to make each time I tried to write. Something would go wrong The first day my phone was acting up then I fell asleep next my stomach was hurting so bad I physically could write and now my figures hurt I pushed through the pain tho 😭

One word to describe you, lonely very very lonely. You had friends but none of them actually talked to you unless they needed something. So getting the best girlfriend anyone could ask for in the hardest time of your life was not something you could imagine.

The first time you met her was 3 years ago at a small bakery no one new ever came there. the surprise to see a new face walk in almost forgetting all greetings and just stared in awe of the beautiful girl in front of you.

Her fiery red hair and gorgeous brown eyes distracted you from the fact she was talking to you with a never changing look on her face "Are you listening" her voice finally cut through to you as you snap your poshter straight instantly focused nodding yes.

Despite that awkward first meeting she instantly became a new regular and your favorite customer. Her seemingly cold demeanor didn't bother you in the slightest because of how honest she was with you. Honesty was the foundation of your relationship the mural trust and being able to relax and talk to each other without feeling pressured to change a thing about each other.

It's been 2 years since dating and for your upcoming anniversary the thought of meeting her friends was so exciting there were other people that made her feel like she could be herself and you wanted to thank them for making her feel so welcome. It took three tries to get her to say maybe the fourth time she finally gave in, she probably would have said yes sooner if it wasn't for the danger that followed her and her friends.

The rush of excitement hands slightly trembling as you both hide from paparazzi and fans to get you to the hotel that the girls were staying in. It was so luxurious it made your house feel like a small walking closet with three pairs of clothes and 2 mismatched shoes.

Entering the room to see the two girls on the couch the purple haired girl spotted you immediately sending a friendly wave with a welcoming smile it didn't take long for the black hair to snap her neck to where the wave was sent face brightened up when her eyes landed on you.

Shuffling through to greet you "hi am Zoey. we've heard so much about you, can't believe where actually meeting, how did you guys meet tell me everything!" She excitedly shook your hand talking in an incredibly fast pace as the purple hair was just as nice as she was you could tell she didn't really fully trust you.

There silly gestures and additude got a annoyed groan from Mira as you all talked telling your perspective of meeting Mira and all the cute moments you two had, she was trying to stop you from saying something embarrassing but rumi eventually dropped her 'dad interrogating new boyfriend additude' once she realized you wouldn't hurt mira's heart.

The whole night was filled with laughter and lots of snacking you ended up going to a fancy restaurant trying to restrain yourself from eating so much but helplessly failed as they pampered you with food it was safe to say this trio was more then happy to welcome you in.

[foggyinphx]

I don't think I'd be happier per se, but I think I'd be less aggrieved if people who expect me to take Foggy's death as portrayed at face value would at least concede that it's poorly written if that is the case.

And I mean that without even touching on the Matt side of it. I'm talking specifically about the circumstances we saw play out on screen.

Bullseye has NO motivation for shooting Foggy in the chest. Especially when he immediately head shots two people after. Foggy was a still target and Dex had a scope.

"Well they wouldn't want to kill a main character that brutally on screen." Tell that to Ray Nadeem.

"He wanted to torture Matt/Daredevil." No where in the season do they imply this, at all. Additionally, it has never been established that he even knows Matt is Daredevil. If you're allowed to start assuming things then boy do I have some assumptions to lay out that I'm suuuure won't be called "delusional cope", right?

"Well they needed him to bleed out for the drama." Then that's BAD WRITING! There are a million ways to create this situation, if that's what they needed, and they chose none of them. Matt could have tackled Bullseye while the shot was going off. Karen could have seen him coming and fired her gun, spoiling his perfect shot. Foggy could have seen him walking up and moved at the last second (perhaps even thinking he was protecting Karen, and hey look at that suddenly we have an actual guilt-based motivation for Karen leaving!).

Weirdly enough, an argument I don't think I've seen anybody make is "Maybe he just wanted Foggy to hurt". Which is the closest thing to plausible. He told Vanessa he remembered Foggy. Maybe he's just still pissed about that selfie and took the opportunity at hand for some personal revenge.

But that begs my other unanswered question: What about Benny?

He DIDN'T kill Benny. Why? Benny, who Dex was specifically told to get too, who Dex roughed up in Foggy's apartment... Dex just left him there. Not dead.

Did Benny know about Foggy's Red Hook strategy? Was he taken in for questioning about being at Foggy's apartment? Did he go to jail because his lawyer died? Did he go on the run? What happened to Benny!? Who knows, cause we sure don't! Benny's entire case was relegated to a box that Matt and Karen didn't think twice about.

Benny was the subject of nearly ALL of Foggy's dialogue. They gave us an entire dialogue exchange between Foggy and Kirsten all about Dumb Benny, and then handed the Red Hook documents to her at the end of season 1. He has to be important in the future. If Benny existed just to be a voice on a phone and we never see or hear from him again, that's (say it with me) Bad Writing.

Trust me, I DON'T want it to be bad! I want it to be good! For it to all be a long con! I'm on tenterhooks about season 2, wishing and hoping that there's more to this than they presented. Especially with some of the leaks we've gotten! There has to be more.

So stop telling me to accept it at face value. Please.

[thinkerer24]

Mary on a Cross

Young, sweet, inexperienced Johnny x Big, Bad divorced!Simon

Or, They both realise some things about themselves.

@gerdddds !!! This was SO much fun to write (I think you can guess because it started as a blurb but became so long 😭😭)

Also I suck at writing the accents like some people do, so just- imagine them speaking in their respective accents lmao

SMUT 18+

Simon was tired. His eyes felt heavy in his skull and a certain gritty sensation burnt behind his eyelid that no amount of squinting was getting rid of. Normally, Price's commanding voice kept him and his team in order, oriented them in the right direction, but tonight it just felt like grating in his ear. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor of the conference room, the post mission briefing seeming to last longer than the actual mission itself. He checked the clock above Price's head.

9.34 pm.

He couldn't wait to hit the bar just outside the base and drown himself in vodka (yes, he was a vodka guy secretly at heart; don't tell Price).

John signalled the end of the meeting and Simon almost leapt out of his seat to flee the room, attendance signatures be damned. He's a lieutenant for god's sake, not a child, he could-

"Boss! Wait for me!"

Simon is a very patient man, too. At least, he'd like to think so. But he doesn't know why every deity and every spirit was making it very very difficult for him to maintain his cool today. Did he piss someone off? Is this all that karma hitting back at him?

"Yes, McTavish, what do you want?"

The spritely young man jogged to keep up with Simon, who hadn't stopped walking, by the way, and looked a bit too excited for someone who'd just come back from a grueling ten-day mission in the middle of bumfuck Siberia.

"Are you going to Joe's? I can come with, if that's okay? I really really really need to get pissed, I don't think I've ever craved alcohol in my cells before but fucks sake I-"

"Fuck me, Soap, do ye ever stop yapping?"

Johnny just grinned wider, unfazed by his senior's gruff behaviour. "Sorry, LT. Lead the way."

Simon decided he couldn't really shake him off that easy and was too tired to argue otherwise, so he just wordlessly got in his truck. He turned to see Johnny right at his heel, climbing beside him with a jump. Eager pup, Simon mused.

He knows if he were a few years, hell even a decade younger, he'd have shown the youngin a night he wouldn't have forgotten. His sexual prowess was a bit overbearing to old lovers, men and women alike, a fact his ex husband both loved and hated. He was known to last hours in bed; in a relentless pursuit of pleasure and pain, until his partners were breathless and sore. One of his exes was once rushed to the hospital, too, on account of certain, let's say, sex injuries, that had the entire ER blushing under their masks. It was safe to say he wasn't allowed to touch her for an entire month.

Now, sitting in the dim lighting of the bar in a greasy countertop right next to the ancient stereo, he stares at Johnny and maps his features in his brain. He'd never noticed the scar on his top lip that almost disappeared when he smiled, or that he had flecks of green dusted in those blue irises. He's rambling about some video game he's eager to try out, Simon couldn't be arsed really, but he realises that Johnny's brows tick upwards whenever he gets too excited and he makes the funniest face when he's being sarcastic about something the game developers have said.

"You got a bird waitin on you, boy?" Simon interrupts him, taking a long swig of his beer.

He'd never seen a grown man blush such a deep shade of red so quick.

Cute.

"Uh, no LT. Don't reckon I got the time, you know? The missions are just too stressful, and training usually takes up most of my day, ya know? I mean, some of these girls, LT, I wouldn't even know what to say, like, hey, I'm super tired most days because I'm in a super secret special ops force and My team gets sent to highly confidential locations regularly and oh, I could die too but no big deal, see ya soon, keep dinner ready for me? My hand does fine, thank you very much."

He's rambling now, clearly tipsy, and Simon quirks an eyebrow. "Who's talking about a relationship, Johnny? You could pick up literally anyone you want at this joint- shag 'em and leave 'em? Ever heard of no strings attached?"

Johnny ducks his head and Simon realises he's hit a nerve. Unlucky for Soap, Simon relishes in making boys like him squirm.

"I- I don't know how to say this but, eh fuck it, LT-- I haven't really fucked anyone, Like, ever? I know- I know what you're gonna say, boss, but I don't wanna hear it, okay; it just- never happened, yaknow? Fuck, I really do sound like a bumbling virgin but, fuck, LT, I-"

Simon decided to put the kid out of his misery and leaned forward to put his hands between Johnny's legs and grip at the stool he was sitting on. He effortlessly slid him closer and Johnny squeaked in surprise but instantly shut up as Simon bracketed his thighs with his own and placed one large palm on his jeans, frighteningly close to his bulge.

"It's okay, kid. Stop overthinking."

The heat from Simon's palm burnt a hole through his jeans and Johnny felt a bit lightheaded. He raised his hand and slowly traced the gold wedding band on Simon's ring finger. It felt like both a reminder of his experience and a taunt- he belongs to someone else.

"He left me a year ago," Simon says softly, making Johnny shift in his seat. "Wasn't exactly- husband material, you could say."

This was the first time Johnny had ever heard about his lieutenant's private life, and also, maybe, the first time Johnny was silent for so long. He stared into Simon's eyes, eagerly swallowing every word that left his scarred lips.

"I couldn't sleep for months. The Paris job almost killed me, and Parker couldn't take it anymore. He'd begged me to retire, take a desk job, anything. I refused. Said we needed the money. I woke up the next morning with his side of the bed empty and a note that said his lawyers would contact me soon. No goodbye."

Johnny raised his palm and cupped the side of Simon's cheek. He just stared back with an intensity that made something stir low in his belly.

"I want to take you back to my house. Strip you of all your clothes, and lay you in my bed. Dismantle your thoughts until all your pretty brain can think about is me. I want you to go limp in my arms and beg me to stop. Do you want that, kid?"

Johnny could feel himself nodding desperately, mouth agape, before his mind could even catch up to his actions. He swallowed roughly, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Is this really happening?

"W-wait. Simon, Simon."

Simon was half dragging him out of the bar already but he slowed down to look at him. "What, pup? Something wrong?"

Pup. The word made his dick twitch in his pants but Johnny braved through, " Simon, are you sure? Like, absolutely sure?"

Simon scoffed. Poor boy doesn't know what he's getting into.

He tugs him further and leads him into the truck, wordlessly getting into the drivers seat. "I meant what I said. I'll make it good for you, kid, I promise. Is this what you want? Think about it, we've got the whole ride back."

Johnny nods and looks at his side profile as he drives them to his house. He wants this. He's tired of avoiding all physical contact because of the stupid voice in his brain- "you're not smart enough, you're not wanted, no one wants you, no one could want you". He knows Simon can make that go away, he can feel it in his bones. He knows his LT will take care of him. He feels braver than before and inches his fingers slowly over Simon's regulation khakis, almost palming his bulge.

"Behave."

One word, and Johnny freezes. He'd always been the perfect soldier, hanging onto his LTs voice. Not surprising that it would be the same outside the battlefield, too.

They reached the barracks in record time, Johnny almost breaking the seatbelt buckle in his eagerness. They reach Simon's door and Simon leads Johnny into the room. He's been here several times before but now? It feels like he's a newborn fawn stumbling into the world for the first time. He tries to be sexy and turns to look at Simon but he bumps his toe into the center table and curses, before deciding to just, sit his ass on the sofa and let Simon take the lead.

Simon observes the entire thing with a glint in his eyes, desire stirring low in his belly. He closes the gap between them and sits on the floor in between Johnny's open legs. He places both hands on his thighs, leans up close to his face, and he can almost see Soap's neurons short circuit at his proximity.

"You don't have to do this, lad. No hard feelings".

Johnny whines low in his throat and grabs Simon by the nape of his neck. He jerks forward and clumsily presses his lips onto Simon's, and they both groan at how right it feels. Simon lets him lead the pace, explore what feels good and what doesn't. His tongue wearily circles his own and Simon sucks on it gently, making Johnny gasp. His hands run themselves into that goddamn mohawk, scraping at the buzz cut and massaging the scalp there. Johnny all but melts under the watchful care of Simon, and almost forgets what he was actually here for. Well, until Simon used one hand to press into the bulge that's straining against his pants and Johnny gasps.

"Go to the bedroom, kid. Take off your clothes and wait for me, yeah? Can you do that?"

Johnny nods eagerly and all but sprints to the single bedroom, making Simon scoff out a laugh. He enters the bare room and frantically takes off his clothes, but something in the bedside table catches his eye.

A framed photo of Simon and another man, in front of the Sydney Opera House. Both had matching grins, and Simon looked a good ten years younger. They were wrapped in a tight embrace and looking at the camera like nothing else mattered, because it didn't. They had each other and everything would be okay.

"It's been quite some time, John." Simon's quiet voice seemed to echo in the tiny space and Johnny almost jumps. His broad biceps encircle around his waist completely and Simon rests his chin on Johnny's shoulder, inhaling at his neck. "Don't dwell on the past. I know I don't."

John turns around in his grasp and looks at him longingly. "I don't want to make this sappy, Lt, but I think I'm a bit scared".

Simon nods, as if he had already anticipated it. He knows, he always knows. He's his lieutenant, his leader, his friend. He'd know what he's thinking, what he's feeling before he even frames it in his head. Soap knows that, and he would leap from a cliff if it was what Simon wanted, only because he knows Simon would be on the other side to catch him.

"I want you to touch yourself for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how you make yourself feel good?"

Simon lays him down on the bed and kisses him so deeply it makes his breath stop in his chest. His tongue delves into Johnny's mouth as his hands grip his waist, his hips, palming everything he could get his hands on. He pulls away and a string of spit connects their lips. Johnny looks fucked out already and Simon feels his heart thud louder.

Johnny nods along with him, humming low in the back of his throat as he slips a hand over his dick- fuck, it was as hard as a rock already. He rubs the head with his palm as Simon drops his head low to watch his motions. Johnny continues pumping his hips into his closed fist, increasing the pace frantically and panics when he realises he's so, so close already. His precum was making the entire ordeal so sticky, and Simon's intense stare wasn't helping his case.

"Kid, slow down, come on, easy, baby. Yeah, that's it." Simon places his hand over Soap's and guides him into a slower, more languid pace. His head felt syrupy, his stomach cramping already with how hard he's clenched it. He doesn't think he'll last any longer when Simon bends down and licks his tip gingerly.

"Fuck, FUCK Si, I-" he grabs onto Simon's head with both hands and almost smothers him by shoving his entire length into his mouth. Simon doesn't even gag, that fucker, and starts sucking his cock, making it so sloppy, so loud, Johnny doesn't think he'll survive this. The sight is downright obscene- Drool drops down the side of his mouth and his lips form a tight suction as he bobs his head up and down and up and down and up -

"I think I'm comin- fuckfuckfuckfuck,"

Simon pushes him further into his throat just as he climaxes, and Johnny gets tears in his eyes at how well Simon's throat clenches his cockhead. He doesn't know how long he's coming for, but knows that Simon doesn't let up for one second, constantly licking and laving at his dick and working him through the orgasm right into the territory of sweet oversensitivity. He's about to push his head away when one of Simon's thick fingers circle his asshole, and Soap feels like he's ascended.

"Is this where you want me, little pup? Do you want me to stretch you open, fill you till you're leaking with my cum? You wanna cry tonight?"

Soap sobs in agreement, fisting the bedsheet and twisting his torso to escape the pleasure as Simon pops the lid of the lube and generously pours over his taint and shaft. He pumps a finger in cautiously, making Johnny's breath catch lightly, huffing out tiny breaths to regulate himself.

"Breathe, kid. That's it, you're doing so good for me. I'm gonna bend my fingers just so, yeah? Oh- oh, is that the spot? Yeah, baby? Is that your happy spot?"

Simon's fingers hook inside in a way that makes them hit his prostate so deliciously- Johnny screams and bows his entire body up off the bed. Simon has to use his other hand to keep him pinned down and chuckles, starting to pump even harder. His fingers stretch and fill him, making him pant like a dog in heat now. He thinks he's going to come again, but he's not sure that's anatomically possible.

"Si, please, I need you, oh, I need you inside me, I need your cock, pleasepleaseplease Simon, I can't come like this, I-"

"Okay, okay, baby, breathe, breathe, yeah, my good boy wants my cock? Huh? I'll give it to you, I'll give you anything, fuck."

He pours some extra lube over his dick while his other hand continues to fuck into Johnny's tight hole. He caresses his dick slowly, thoroughly coating every inch in the sticky lube and slowly notches himself right up against Soap's asshole.

Feeling the blunt head against himself makes Johnny zero in on the moment; as if everything's faded away and it's just him, and just Simon, and there's nothing in between. They don't need to say anything, don't need more reasons to delay, and Johnny nods once, his eyes tearing up slightly. Simon understands- he bends forward to interlace his hands with Soap's and kisses him so so sweetly as he pushes inside.

The moan that leaves Soap could only be described as pornographic, as he feels every inch, every ridge and every vein breach his virgin hole. He stutters into the kiss, almost babbling as Simon grits his teeth together and powers through the tight embrace.

"Holy shit, kid, you're so tight."

"You're so big, sir".

Simon grips the back of his neck tighter and slightly massages the skin there, making Soap melt and relax a bit further. The last inch was the most difficult, Simon's girth found it almost impossible to make his rim stretch further, the sight of it so perverse it made Simon's mouth water.

"Let me on top, sir. I can take it."

Simon didn't really have the energy or the will to argue and effortlessly switched positions such that Johnny was on top and his dick never even slipped out.

"Go easy, yeah? I don't want you to hurt yourself"

Johnny nods with newfound vigor and plants both his feet on the bed, giving Simon a show for the ages. He takes a deep breath and lets gravity do most of the work as he slams himself down the last inch, right upto the thick base of Simon's god like member.

"Holy fuck, kid. I told you to go easy." He admonishes, but there's no real bite in it.

Soap grins, and oh, there's my boy, Simon thinks, "Sorry Lt. I'll be, fuck, more careful".

He starts a decadent rhythm, making both of them roll their eyes and moan loudly, neighbours be damned. It feels like heaven, like coming home after a long day at work, like the first sip of water after a hangover.

He realises soon enough that bouncing on his cock feels better than the grinding, and this knowledge makes Simon grip onto his hips tighter to help him along. Soap has his head thrown back, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and onto his chest, eyes rolled into his skull. Look so perfect, Simon thinks. My boy.

His pace gets harder and faster and Simon realises he's not going to last longer. "Come for me, Johnny. Paint me with your cum, baby."

His hips stutter as he releases a whorish moan, probably waking up the entire base as he climaxes all over Simon's chest, his belly, heck some even went up to his face. He holds onto Simon's arms that were around his hips and crashes his lips onto his. This sets Simon off as he pumps once, twice, and buries himself deep in his ass and comes hard. They're both shaking and groaning, the kiss sloppy with sweat and spit, and their orgasms melting into each other's.

After a long time, Johnny pulls apart and stares into Simon's eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes that made him feel like home. They were slightly dazed and not all coherent and Johnny just grins.

"Let's do that again, sir."

[neunnnnnnn]

A shifting storytime that no one asked for 🫶🏾

🙆🏾‍♀️it's a bit long.

Alright so once again the people around me decide to pmo so then I remember this magnificent juicy gift that I discovered by accident one day then I'm like you know what fuck everyone I'm getting out of here for a while.

I didn't even wait until nightime and I go take a nap, I didn't really do a method? I just listened to a calm subliminal while I counted BACKWARDS! That shits kinda weird because I kept drifting to other stuff but I like how "awake" it keeps me. Anyway my intention was an awake shift because I had recently learned that symptoms are actually signs that you consciousness, soul idk... Is trying to leave your body. So at around 23 I start feeling like there is this SHARP ringing and it's was loud and scratchy but I'm like no I'm not giving up and I say affirmation after affirmation because I could literally feel like my body was resisting, my eyes we even opening and I could see my room but I told myself that I'm not giving in.

Tbh you really need the willpower if you are going to shift awake.

Time isn't real so idk how long I was "fighting" but It felt like seconds then my subliminal stops playing and it changes to a song, I'm guessing by Justin Timberlake? Anyway so ofc my eyes are still closed and I panic tf out but then I'm like, " Hehe I fucking shifted!!" I open my eyes and guess what.... I have sleep paralysis 🥲. But looking around my room I had a lot of posters from Michael Jackson to one direction to Ariana Grande etc, so my guess was that I'm definitely in the year 2013-2015. I wield myself out of the sleep paralysis and my body is extremely heavy and feel a bit light headed, it was definitely summer because it was hot as hell!! Anyway I walk around my room and I'm looking at everything and trying to adjust to the fact that I just had to fight my body for this( and it was worth it!!)

I quickly realise that it's not any of my dr's so atp I'm like Idc I'm still staying. I look in the mirror and I notice that I am skinner and I have red hair with an anchor tattoo on my chest ( the girlies were also popping!!🙂‍↕️) I go downstairs and my parents are a different race. So I was like, "yeah I'm definitely adopted in this reality" I have an older brother that was definitely emo and a younger sister but she's my sister from my cr.

I act normal and head over to the living room and my dad stops me and tells me that my little sister wanted to go with my brother for a walk and asked if I wanted to go with them, so I say yes and right on que my brother comes down all dressed up and that's when I realise that I'm still in my pyjamas so I excuse myself and go change. Words cannot describe the joy I always feel when I open a closet and find clothes that I've ALWAYS wanted to wear 😭 anyway I dress up ( 2015 style because there's no other way?) we are at a park and I'm just looking around, really taking in everything because even though I've shifted before, it will NEVER fail to amaze me that we can literally hop from one reality to another, it will never fail to amaze me tbh. Like I'm currently sitting in a park with a different family, name, country?!

I wish I did something interesting but we just sat and chatted and got to know about the family I was in. I stayed there for 2 days before realising that I was going to open school soon and I was a senior?!! 😭 Like no thanks I finished highschool, then I went to sleep that night, with the intention of shifting back here.

~ For my subliminal users, the sub I used ⬇️

https://youtu.be/A67unsIchbU?si=fLzUqVSPhL90SZWV

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ramekins and fondue - osamu makes fondue for your birthday // wc: 1.4k // pairing: osamu x reader // content: birthday bliss, fondue, eating, just general fluff and birthday surprises

It starts out with needing sugar and a tentative knock on a wooden door. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” she says as the door opens and reveals a man behind it. He looks to be in his mid twenties and he’s wearing a loose shirt, his hair is tousled like he just rolled out of bed. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you sleeping?”

“It’s fine, is there something you need?” He lifts up a hand to cover his mouth as he yawns. 

“I need some sugar, if you don’t have any I can go to the store or pay you back or something–” he cuts her off with a small smile.

“I have some, you don’t have to pay me back or anything.” He opens the door wider and beckons for her to follow him inside so she carefully steps over the barrier and closes the door behind her with a click. “Here,” his voice rings out from around the corner as she hears a cabinet creak open and close. He hands her a bag of sugar that has a red clip keeping it closed. “You can have the rest of it, I needed to get more anyway.” She smiles and takes the bag from him with an appreciative nod.

“Thank you, I’ll treat you to coffee or something.” 

“Alright, I’m not home this early most nights but I can maybe squeeze you in during a lunch break on the weekend.”

“Okay,” She closes the door behind her and takes a deep breath. Interacting with people should not be as difficult as it is. It’s just her neighbor and all she’s doing is asking for sugar so she can put it in her coffee. When she closes the door of her apartment she’s greeted by her cat and she immediately sets the sugar on the coffee table and picks him up. “Hi baby,” she kisses his small head and smiles when he starts purring, she sets him down and returns to the kitchen with her bag of sugar and finishes making her coffee. 

The next time she sees him is when a note is posted on her door telling her to come over. She laughs and puts her purse down on the couch before making her way over to his door. She holds the note up and waves it once he opens the door. “I thought you weren’t usually home this early?”

“I can make exceptions.” She rolls her eyes with a laugh and follows him inside of his home. She smells the food and hums with delight. “Did you make me dinner before I even got your name?”

“It’s Osamu.” He jests with her and she lets out a small laugh. He pulls the chair out for her at the kitchen island and pushes it back in once she sits down. “This is what I want for you taking the last of my sugar.”

“To be fair, you never told me when we should meet for coffee and you never asked for anything back.”

“This is what I want, you to have dinner with me.”

“I guess I can accept that.” There is a silence that settles around the room as she watches him finish cooking. His hands move with practiced ease as he goes around the kitchen. She can see his shirt is nicer than she’s used to seeing him wear. Usually he leaves the house in a black shirt that has a few stubborn stains on them although it’s clear the shirt had been washed. He usually wears pajama pants and when she asked him about it one day he said he was going to work. 

“What do you do for work?” She asks as a steaming bowl of food is placed in front of her, her mouth waters slightly and she waits for it to cool down before taking a bite. The flavors melt in her mouth and she hums as she takes another bite.

“I’m a chef, I own my own restaurant actually.” He leans against the counter on the other side and blows on his own bite of food.

“I can’t believe I’m getting this for free,” the statement causes him to laugh and he shakes his head.

“Come by the shop anytime and I’ll set something aside for you.” 

“Aww come on, you can’t show blatant favoritism like that,” she teases and she can feel the smile etch itself onto her face. 

“It’s my restaurant, or you can just come over here. Anytime really.”

“I’ll have to take you up on the offer,” they eat dinner in silence and just as she puts her shoes back on to leave the apartment he stops her. 

“You can stay a little longer if you want, it’s barely dark out.”

“If you insist,” she kicks her shoes off once more and sits on the couch with him. By the end of the movie his arm has found it’s way around her shoulder and her head found its way to his chest. They stay like that even after the credits roll, too scared to move in case the moment ends. She ends up being the first to move as she feels a cramp in her foot. “I suppose I should go home.”

He feels disappointment settle in his chest as he helps her up and walks her to the door. “See you soon?”

“I guess,” she teases and he doesn’t go back into his home until he hears her door lock. 

Over the next few months she’s visited him at the restaurant on days she had computer work. She always pays, and he conveniently cleans tables around her as an excuse to talk but he refuses to say it although they both know it. 

Within six months she feels closer to him than she has to anyone in a long time. She has a coat at his apartment and a toothbrush incase she leaves from his house for work instead of her own. Her table at Onigiri Miya is always clean and empty even during a lunch rush. Both of their friends at frustrated as they refuse to say. 

When she gets home from work she finds a note on her day reminiscent of when they first started doing whatever you want to call what they’re doing. She pulls out her key ring and unlocks his apartment, the lighting is lower than usual and she follows the noises to the kitchen and sets her bag down on the couch. “And what’s all this?” She says behind a poorly contained smile. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here yet,” he glares jokingly at her and turns around with a wooden spoon still in his hand. There are heart shaped ceramic containers on the table with candles under them and pieces of fruit cut and displayed on his nice plates. “Close your eyes and pretend you didn’t see this yet.” She laughs but goes along with it as she sits down at a seat. She can feel a hat be placed on her head and can feel his lips press gently against the skin on her forehead. 

“You’re not sneaky you know.”

“I know.” She hears more pots and pans clash as he rummages with things, hears the clinks of the ceramic against the table and then hears the sound of his chair scraping against the wood. She knows there’s a scratch on the wood from the metal of the chair scraping against it so often. “Okay, you can open you eyes.”

“Do I need to ask what all this is for?” She looks around at the fondue set up with a smile as her chin rests in her hand.

“It’s for your birthday, okay, I admit it.”

“Thank you.”

“Happy birthday darling,” his hand reaches out and skewers a piece of fruit before dipping it in the cheese and extending it out to her. She sighs happily as the taste hits her tongue and she can’t help but shake her head.

“Did you call off work today?”

“Possibly, I’m sure everything is fine. Let’s not talk about work.”

They sit at the table occasionally feeding each other bits of food and Osamu is grateful to his past self for putting down a discardable tablecloth under the food. There’s bits of cheese when he takes it off the table and the dishes sit in the sink when they make it over to the couch to enjoy the rest of their evening.

They don’t need to say what they mean to each other, it’s evident in the way the spare key jingles on her key ring and in the way that there are heart shaped dishes with the price tags still on the bottom in the sink. Love isn’t always something that needs to be said.

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──────• ♥︎ Summary: Your convinced Spencer doesn’t see you like actually see you because you thought he was still into JJ …

fem!reader x Spencer Reid WC : 1.7k

Fluff • nothing bad just cute both pining for each other with out realizing it . Maybe a stolen kiss in an empty room ..

Time will tell S.R - Part two will be out soon

──────💄 See, it didn’t take long for Spencer to catch on. I mean, what did you expect? He was a genius—and a profiler. He noticed the small signs you gave him. The way you smiled at him. Maybe it was how you’d touch his arm when you laughed at his jokes, or how you always listened—really listened—whenever he rambled on about whatever he had on his mind .

── 💋 Today was no different but something was different. You were sitting at your desk going over the case file from yesterday. Spencer was sitting across from you at his desk . He noticed your lips were a little brighter.

"Trying something new?" he asked.

"Yes," you said with a smile.

He had never noticed how beautiful your smile was until now. "Well," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips, "it suits you. The red, I mean."

"Thank you," you replied, cheeks flushing.

He smiled again. "You're welcome."

You wanted to kiss him really kiss him but you knew he’d never dare to.

I mean, he was into JJ, right? That’s what you thought...

“Coffee for your thoughts?” he asked, handing you a fresh cup—just how you like it. Cream and three sugars.

"At least, that’s what I grabbed from the break room," he added with a soft smile.

“Spence,” you said, fingers curling around the cup, “if I told you what I was actually thinking, you might choke. Or spit your coffee out. So... probably not a good idea.”

He looked concerned, but didn’t say anything.

Then he asked you, leaning in on your desk.

"How long?" he said.

You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren’t ready to say it out loud.

So, instead, you took another slow sip of your coffee.

He asked again this time, stepping in closer, leaning toward your ear.

"How long have you had a thing for me?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Spence… come on, just admit it,” he says.

──── 🥥 “Okay,” you say, turning to him. You’re close. Very close. You can feel the warmth of his breath. You lean in, your lips near his ear. “How long have you had a thing for JJ?” you ask softly “That’s how long I’ve had a thing for you,” you whisper

“Follow me,” you say.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“Spence… please,” you say softly.

“You asked what was on my mind, right?”

He nods.

You grab his hand. He follows you down the hallway to an empty room. You close the door—and lock it.

“Look,” you say, turning to face him, “I know I don’t have a fighting chance with you, because you’re into JJ… but I can’t help it. I’ve had this thing for you for a long time, and I

You cut yourself off as you push him gently back against the wall.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be,” he says, voice low.

Then he pulls you in and you kiss him.

Really kiss him.

And in that moment, it’s just you and him , and he doesn’t care about anything else. Just you.

He pulls back for a second.

“Something wrong?” you ask. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No,” he says quickly. “It’s just... I didn’t think someone actually liked me.”— or had feelings for me .

“Like the way you like JJ?”

“Liked?” he echoes, then hesitates. “I mean... I still have feelings for her. But it’ll never work out.”

“Just like me and you, right?” you say quietly.

“Because you’re still hung up on her. And I... I don’t want to be second best.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Stop saying that,” he says, voice low but firm.

You pull back from him.

You turn away.

“Hey…” he says gently.

“It’s fine, Spence. Really,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting a big thing out of this. It’s just… my feelings for you—”

You pause, your voice lower now.

“I can’t shut them off. And I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t turn them off,” Spencer says.

“Look,” he continues, “my feelings for JJ... they were over a year ago.”

“I thought you said you still had them.”

“No,” he says quietly. “And I’ve noticed you,” he adds, his voice low. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this, but… I was right.”

“You have feelings for me.”

“Congrats, Spence. You’re right,” you say with a soft breath. “But... you don’t know how you feel about me?”

He gently pulls you in. “Of course I have feelings for you,” he says. “I’m not good at this… you should know that about me.” “Spence,” you say, barely above a whisper. “I love that,” he says. “What?” you ask. “The way you say my name.” You look up at him, heart racing. “Please, Spence... don’t play with my feelings.” “I’m not going to,” he replies, his voice steady and sincere.

JJ had asked if anyone had seen the two of you.

“I think they went down the hall about twenty minutes ago,” Derek said. “It looked like they needed some privacy.”

JJ nodded. “Okay,” she said, glancing down the hall—just in time to see you and Spencer coming out of a room.

You turned to him, and he pulled you in for another kiss.

JJ saw it. Her eyes went wide.

Derek looked at her. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” JJ said quickly, stepping back into the bullpen, hoping you two were done making out.

“Are we gonna talk more about this later?” you asked Spencer.

“Of course,” he said, a small smile on his face. “Looking forward to it.”

You smiled too, walking a few steps ahead of him—heart full, and maybe a little lighter.

JJ pulls you aside. “What?” you ask. “I saw that,” she says. You blink—Spencer was just two feet behind you. “Saw what?” you say. “Don’t play me,” she replies, crossing her arms. “Fine,” you sigh, pushing her gently further down the hall so Spencer doesn’t hear.

“I told Spencer I had feelings for him.”

“Finally,” she mutters.

You fold your arms. “Look, JJ… I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“I’m in love with the guy.”

She stays quiet for a moment, watching you.

“And Spencer?” she asks.

“He told me he used to have feelings for you,” you say honestly.

“Used to,” JJ repeats, nodding slowly.

“You have nothing to worry about,” she says gently.

You walked back to your desk just as Spencer came in and sat at his, flipping open a book. You kept glancing over at him, and every now and then, he’d look back at you. You couldn’t stop thinking about his lips on yours—how passionate he’d been. The kiss kept playing over and over in your head. Then Derek walked up beside you with a grin. “You’re glowing, babygirl,” he said. You snapped back to reality. “I am not,” you replied quickly. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Spencer getting up from his chair. A moment later, when you looked around the room for him, he was gone. “Looking for someone?” Derek teased. “No,” you said, maybe too fast. But your eyes still drifted toward the hallway, wondering where Spencer had gone.

“Drinks later—the team's going,” Derek said. “Maybe,” you replied, standing up from your chair. “Babygirl, what’s gotten into you?” he asked, eyeing you with that familiar mix of curiosity and concern. “Nothing. I’ve just got to do something,” you said. You walked off toward the break room, only to find JJ and Spencer talking. “Oh—sorry,” you said, pausing in the doorway. “I was just coming to get a glass of water. I’ll come back.” But then you saw it—Spencer had JJ in his arms, just like he’d held you not even twenty minutes ago. He pulled away quickly, but it didn’t matter. You turned and walked out. “That wasn’t what it looked like,” he said, catching up to you. “Right,” you snapped. “I told you not to play with my feelings, Spence. You’ll always have feelings for her.” Your voice rose, your heart pounding. He didn’t interrupt—he let you speak, let you feel, because he wasn’t good at this kind of thing, but he knew you needed to get it out. “I care about you, Spence,” you said. “But I can’t do this. I can’t.” “Wait,” he said, breathless. “I was telling her how I felt about you—how I don’t want to lose you. She was hugging me, trying to convince me everything would be okay…”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You turn to him. “If we weren’t in this hall full of eyes…”

He steps a little closer. “What?” he asks.

“I’d be kissing you right now,” you whisper, leaning in near his ear.

“This... I don’t know what this is, or what we are,” you add, “but I really like you, Spencer Reid.”

“Oh, like?” he says with a teasing smile. “I heard it was love.” You playfully slap his arm. He pulls you in for a hug , a hug will have to do he says .

[euphoria-looney]

hello, I have a question about your royal series.

original [name] = the princess… novel one. I did not want to write [P!Name] because it looks off to me

[name] = the one who got. ykw yeah you know.

I read the sources, and they all said that the original [name] had no magic, or at most, very little. But then, in Chapter 2, suddenly [name] has this magical ability? And without any difficulty at all? ‘I clapped my hands, and my magic kicked in, styling my hair, changing my clothes, and even applying skincare!’ I get that it’s technically a different soul, but still.. there’s not a single hint of struggle? It’s still the same body, even if the soul’s changed.

magic isn’t just a thing you can access without any explanation. There should be some kind of learning curve, right? Even if it’s a different soul in that body, the whole ‘instant magic’ thing just feels lazy. It makes the whole world feel inconsistent, like the rules only apply when they’re convenient. Where’s the struggle? Where’s the growth? You can’t just throw in an ability like that without establishing why it works this way, especially if the original [name] had none.

It's like... we’re supposed to believe this change is fine, but it doesn't feel fine. It’s way too smooth.

The special chapter gave us this dialogue where the original [name] is struggling with their identity. ‘had no strength to my name and was disgracefully unable to use my magic, but I knew I had some... I had to. Right?’, That’s a big emotional beat. It’s telling us that [name] was constantly battling their limitations. So why, when this.. new soul inhabits their body, does magic suddenly become a breeze? How does this person, who’s from a modern world with no frame of reference for how magic works, suddenly become a magical prodigy with zero effort? The contrast feels jarring. We went from ‘I have magic but can’t use it’ to ‘Oh, look, I can use magic now without breaking a sweat.'

I get that it's supposed to be ‘different soul, different circumstances,’ but this kind of sudden, effortless magic completely undermines the original character’s struggles. It’s like [name] just waltzes in and uses the magic better than the original, which makes the original’s journey feel cheap. Was all that emotional weight in the ‘special chapter’ just... ignored? Because it’s one thing to inherit a body, but it’s another to inherit its history, its emotional baggage, and its limitations.

and like. yeah, maybe you could say [name] have read countless books and watched movies where magic is a thing, right? They even explicitly say, ‘Let’s see if this is just like the movies.’ And that, right there, in my opinion, is a huge red flag. Because magic is never the same in any book or movie. In some stories, magic requires words, gestures, or rituals. In others, it’s based on emotions, sacrifices, or even the understanding of the universe. So why did [name] jump in thinking it’s definitely going to work the way they expect it to? That’s a classic sign of someone not fully grasping how unpredictable magic can be. Especially since we know that the original [name] had no actual experience with magic.

In my perspective, the real issue here is that magic in this world has already been established as something difficult for the original [name]. they couldn’t use it. So, how does [name] just waltz in and know how to use it? And more than that.. how do they have the confidence to think that their understanding of magic, based on movies and books, is the right one? There’s no humility in their approach, no sense of doubt. They should at least be testing the waters, asking questions, or struggling a bit. But instead, it’s like they’ve just assumed, ‘This is how it works,’ and it happens that way. Which... doesn’t feel earned.

like.. why is [name] so sure of themselves? They have no magic training, no context for the magical history of this world, nothing. There’s zero reason for them to be able to manipulate magic the way they do, especially considering that the original body was never shown to have that kind of talent or even a basic understanding of how to channel magic. The whole situation just makes the magic feel less like an actual part of the world and more like a convenient plot device.

and yes yes, I get it. [Name] is supposed to be this girlboss. totally confident, big ego, laid-back, and just oozing with self-assurance. And I get why you want to show her as someone who just owns everything she does. It’s supposed to make her seem super capable, right? But confidence isn’t magic. Sure, being confident can get you places, but it doesn’t instantly make you able to do things, especially in a world where you have zero experience with magic. There’s a difference between a character who’s self-assured and one who’s unrealistically good at something they’ve never even tried. And that’s the vibe I’m getting here, it’s not confidence, it’s plot convenience.

we just get this immediate mastery of magic that feels like the character’s confidence was just... grafted onto her abilities. The narrative is telling us she’s a ‘girlboss’ but isn’t showing us how that plays out. like in magic.

Also, the way this character is written kind of makes me question what ‘confidence’ really means in this story. Is she confident in her own abilities, or is she just... written as too confident, to the point where it doesn’t feel real? It’s one thing to have self-assurance, but another to have such blinding confidence that you ignore the logic of the world around you. This isn’t a world where magic is easy. it’s a world where the original [name] couldn’t even use it. So, how does this new soul from the modern world, with no magical training, come in and just start mastering it? The story feels like it’s telling us she’s powerful but not showing us why she deserves to be, or even how she struggles with that power. or anything at all.

what’s missing here is the ‘show, don’t tell’ principle in how the person’s confidence is portrayed. Instead of giving us the character's ‘confidence’ as a fixed trait, show us how it manifests in real situations. Confidence isn’t just an attitude, it’s a response to challenges. If she’s so confident about magic and other things, then the challenges she faces with it should reflect that attitude in a way that feels earned. instead, we just get this immediate and effortless success, and it undermines the impact of her character's supposed strength

and like, okay. I might be being dramatic, maybe this story isn’t supposed to be super serious. Maybe it’s more lighthearted, maybe it’s even poking fun at the whole neglected trope and the way things are often portrayed in fiction. But even then, there are some things you can’t just shrug off, no matter how ridiculous or playful the story is meant to be. And one of those things is internal consistency. the world has its own set of rules, and if you want the audience to buy into it, you’ve gotta make sure those rules make sense and are consistent, even in a more comedic or carefree context.

and I’ll continue, maybe this story is meant to be lighthearted, a bit of a romp, and not something we’re meant to take too seriously. I get it, I do. But there’s this thing.. even in lighthearted stories, you need to get the audience to care. You can’t just toss in cool scenes of magic or ‘girlboss’ moments and expect the reader to be like, ‘Yeah, this is great!’ without them feeling like they have something invested. In comedy, there’s still structure. still a reason why things happen the way they do. And without that, it feels like [name] is just being plopped into the story to do ‘cool things’ without any real consequences or stakes.

sure. yeah! maybe the magic is supposed to be over the top, but if everything happens without any struggle or effort, if she just knows how to do it, it’s hard for the reader to stay engaged. It’s kind of like watching someone play a video game on ‘god mode,’ right? Sure, it’s fun at first, but then there’s no sense of challenge, no satisfaction in watching them overcome something, and before long, you lose interest.

I mean, a big part of lighthearted stories is playing with tropes, right? you are already doing that with the ‘girlboss’ character and the neglected family theme, so why not take it further? Why not show her getting unexpectedly humbled by the very thing she thought she understood, like magic? If the magic is all-powerful and completely at her disposal from the start, then where’s the fun in that? Even in the most fun, breezy stories, the most interesting thing to watch is how a character grows. Otherwise, you’re just watching a character coast through a world without any real tension, and that’s boring.

and like, it was written that [name] is supposed to be this super-talented woman who dominates in many fields, then that actually adds complexity to the situation. Talent in one field doesn’t automatically translate into competency in another, especially something as unpredictable as magic. So, what’s bothering me is that a person who has mastered other fields, who’s supposedly mature and experienced, wouldn’t approach magic like this. She wouldn’t just ‘do what she saw in the movies’ and expect it to work. That’s... not what experienced people do. In fact, it's almost a red flag. If she’s as talented as they say, then she should at least be aware that magic isn’t something you can just learn from pop culture references.

this is where the ‘talented woman’ characterization really trips up. A person with a wide range of talents, someone who’s truly mastered multiple fields, understands that expertise in one area doesn’t give you instant mastery over something else. If you’ve spent years honing your skills in various disciplines, you get that expertise requires time, practice, and a deeper understanding of the field. A person who has achieved a high level of proficiency in multiple fields knows that you can’t just rely on external sources, like books or movies, to suddenly make you an expert. Especially in something as nuanced as magic. So, why is she going in blind? Why is she relying on what she’s seen in fiction? like why didn’t she go to the library?? she’s literally in that world right now???

It’s actually against the logic of her being someone who’s already talented. A woman who’s dominated other fields should have enough self-awareness to recognize that just reading about magic or watching it on a screen isn’t going to teach her how to actually wield it. Magic is one of those things, especially if it’s supposed to be a serious part of this world, that demands a deeper, more systematic understanding. A truly skilled, and experienced person would know to approach it with curiosity and caution, not cocky confidence. like, don’t just tell us that [Name] is highly confident and successful in multiple fields, show us through her actions, choices, and how she handles challenges. Let her maturity and experience come through in how she handles situations, not just in statements about her ego or achievements. Magic can’t just be figured out in a ‘one-size-fits-all’ way, not when every media portrayal of magic is so different. Don’t say she’s experienced; show us a moment where that experience pays off. Let the audience come to their own conclusion that she’s actually experienced and competent.

magic isn’t like other ‘skills’ that you just pick up and run with. You can’t rely on your previous achievements to make you an expert in a completely different field. And this is where the story’s logic gets iffy. You wants us to believe that because she’s talented, [name] should be able to pick up magic without a hitch. But the reality is that someone who’s truly talented, and therefore likely experienced, would know that not everything isn’t something that works so easily.

I don’t know, I’m sorry, I know rhis is a small detail but it kinda peeved me a little, I’m just a very dramatic person and very confused about this part of the story. like, isn’t chapter 2 basically like day 2 of being in the novel???? like did I miss a detail? in one of the chapters? ???? ? like unless the og novel was really in detail about magic and [name] managed to remember it all despite hating it, it just doesn’t make sense 😭 and even if it did, how was she able to do it in the og [name]’s body ?

Dog… WHY ARE YOU SO SMART?

I’m going to be so real with you guys when it came down to the story, at first it was supposed to be a random Drabble that I came up with so I was whipping up something out of nothing, chapter one at first was supposed to be a stand alone, giving MC no time to learn or develop anything but like the user get a gage at her personality and how cool she is but no development.

but then it blew up which I did not expect and didn’t want to leave it on such a cliffhanger that’s also why in my opinion chapter two was absolute booty more than half of that chapter was just me throwing things together in hopes that it suffices.

while chapter one was okay there are some changes that I do have to implement to make it better including not rushing certain things so if you see my chapters for this story prompt go down don’t worry it won’t be deleted forever.

I just rather build up the world and characters before we start with the actual story with that in mind chapter one will be edited and changed drastically and he current chapter will be scrapped and made anew. Any questions, comments, or concerns will be appreciated.

also if you guys couldn’t tell I’m having a hard writers block, nothings coming to my mind and sometimes I get other story prompts for other fandoms or just ideas that would just spiral into a whole new project so that’s why I have been seemingly dead.

I hope this addresses the problem and also why I’ve been on hiatus, I will be looking back at this question for help so thank you for writing and putting much thought into my idea!

not proofread btw…

[carpesabrina]

She rolled her eyes, "oh sounds horrible. I hate being choked and getting fucked hard into the mat. And from behind?" She said sarcastically, with a scoff and a shake of the head. But a smirk was playing along her features as she spoke. It was crazy how much her opinions had changed just by being with Max. Barry had scared her with being choked, but after doing it a few times, she had learned to love it with Max. And that had more to do with that he only did it when they were both sound of mind. He was never drunk or high wanting to. Before they got into the ring, Sabrina grabbed her phone and leaned against Max. She turned her camera onto them and then made sure her body, along with him were in view before she snapped a couple of pictures, grabbing one of them kissing as well. they were both into taking pictures of each other or together. Most of them were on his phone for safe keeping, but she had a few special ones on hers. She was more worried about someone hacking into her icloud account than his, so any full nudity or videos stayed on Max's. She looked up at him as they circled each other, licking her lips. She wasn't sure where to start, or how to start this so she was waiting for him. "Mhmm. How about all of the above? Not sure I can chose betwen being fucked or dinner. And a trip or a shopping spree are needed. I think I need some new lingerie." She told him, winking. She already had a lot of lingerie, but she was still constantly buying some. Right now, she was on a lookout for something to wear when she actually got to dominate him. "Oh I'll slap you. Multiple times. I'll even kick your balls." Sabrina was glad that he was telling her what to do and doing the work for them. She hooked his leg. And then dropped to her knees as he kicked out. Standing up, she let him sling her and then followed the instructions of what to do, her hand grabbing tightly at his jaw. "I hit hard for a slut," she repeated as she raised her hand and slapped his cheek hard. It wasn't the first time she had slapped a man, but it was the first time where she wasn't mad while doing it. She waited a second, and then she slapped him harder. This time watching as a light red color flushed over where her hand had hit the second time. She lifted her foot, hitting him in the balls. Not too hard because she didn't want to hurt him.

"A very big distraction. I'm going to flex my muscles and while you stare at them, I'll sweep your little legs and take you down. Sit down on your back and lock on a choke hold and make you tap. If you're lucky I'll let you go or maybe I'll flip you over and fuck you hard into the mat." Some of it he wad definitely joking about. He would never sit on her back. "I think it's cute when couples match and I know you like me in pink. " She had changed her colors for him at a show once surprising him and this was his way to repay that and wear one he knew she preferred too. "I did get them custom made for us. They needed to be perfect and something you would love. You fantasized about this for awhile and I want it everything you imagined." Nodding he rubbed her shouldn't. "Yes but I'll take care of you and you'll do great. " He chuckled and kissed her as he stroked her cheek. "I like being slapped so do it as hard as you want and I would never slap you, babe." He had an answer he had wondered about and was glad she wasn't into slapping as part of her kinks. He got in the ring and smiled at her. "You got it, babygirl." He said chuckling as she slapped his ass. As they circled each other and then locked up, Max was careful not to use all his strength. Looking her in the eyes he winked. "What do you want? To get fucked, Dinner, A trip, a shopping spree, name it and it's yours." He went down on one knee as if she was overpowering him and then used his strength to lift her up and over him and whispered. 'hook my leg." As she did so he counted out loud since there was no ref and kicked out at two. He got back to his feet and Slung her against the ropes like they had practiced or her to bounce off and come out him as she did he ducked then let her bounce back and elbow him and grabbed his jaw. "I hit hard for a slut." Her cue to slap him.

[allylikethecat]

NEW ALLY LORE UNLOCKED 🔓

YOU HAD A NIPPLE PIERCING?????

HAHAHA yeah 😂 only for like a year though because I took it out for my sinus surgery and then was too much of a wimp / waited to long to put it back in and it closed. Sometimes I think about getting it redone (it was my party nip!! because I only had one done) but then I remember how badly it hurt and I don't. I'm also not nearly as shameless as I was at 21 🤣 my roommates and I all went and did it together it was a great bonding moment lol. I'm sure there are pictures of me somewhere where you can clearly see it through the skin tight body suits I used to wear clubbing with no bra in the freezing cold 😂 I'm very boring now though, I work in the software industry and wear like... Alo and Lululemon like a suburban soccer mom even though I have no children and no plans for that to ever change haha But yes new lore 😂 (see!! I used to be fun!!)

I hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday and a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[javierduffy]

different.

[jasontoddsno1simp]

Listen...

All I'm saying is that if the narrative is gonna bend over backwards to justify every shitty action Bruce Wayne does (up to and including literal fucking child abuse) cause he watched his parents die at age 8, it's my duty as a contrarian faggot to do the same for Jason

[nanenna]

The more I thought about this the more I liked it. I was also thinking about Jason/Danny (and Red Hood/Phantom) more so! Strap in!

So part of why everyone just accepted Phantom was a heretofore undiscovered evolution of LBM (which are pure ghost type, btw) was because only Professors give out pokedexes. No one has one! Oh, Sam's parents offered to get her one... if she accepts the Cleffa they got for her. Sam went with the boys to the Amity Park gym and got a LBM.

And then the trouble trio met Jason, who does have a pokedex (ooooh fancy pants rich McGee over here). So he tries to register their pokemon because that's the whole point, right? Except Phantom comes up as completely unknown, so he gets to write it in himself! Danny, of course, makes a bunch of nonsense up that Jason copies down faithfully and I feel bad for whatever professor has to read all that. (A lot of pokemon have descriptions that just don't make sense, written by ten year olds -_-)

This leads into how Danny is the Red of this AU. He knows nothing, doesn't really learn/study pokemon during the whole thing, catches a bunch of legendaries, gets all 8 badges and wins against the local Pokemon League. He has such anime protagonist energy. Poor Jason, on the other hand, got maybe 5 badges at most but due to getting blown up and nearly dying never finished his grand poke-adventure.

Which brings us back to the present because I was thinking about Danny and Jason meeting again. Danny never really wanted to go into being a trainer as a job when he grew up. He went on his adventure partly because it's just what kids his age do and partly because his besties really wanted to and he wanted to go with them. He did have fun, that's undeniable, but it's not his future. So after graduating high school he ends up in Gotham going to Gotham U on a Wayne scholarship. He remembers his friend Jason Todd who said he couldn't fight the Gotham gym leader because his family runs the gym and well... Danny misses his friend.

So Danny goes to the gym to watch the acrobatic show and also maybe ask about his old friend. Who's helping run the the place. Just because Jason can't be a trainer/one of the performers at the gym without a flying type pokemon doesn't mean he can't help with back end stuff. So they meet again, catch up, tell their stories.

Jason backstory time: he still got adopted into the Wayne family by Bruce. (For his own protection when with the Waynes in public he's Jason Wayne but when he was out on his adventure he was Jason Todd.) So for the Waynes it's expected that when you're young (<30) you help run the gym, be a trainer or a performer (before Dick it was just aerial shows by the pokemon, now the trainers are performing acrobatics with their birds, running obstacle courses, etc.), then when your energy starts flagging you move into helping run Wayne Enterprises (which technically is separate from the gym but since WE does so much charity work and helps fun the Pokemon League in general it's eh... kinda a gray area).

Since getting adopted Jason thought of that as his future, but after he failed to finish gathering badges, let alone challenge the League, he feels like that was the first in a long list of failures. His team didn't have any other flying types, why would he? He had his Robin, who was going to evolve into a Dark Knight just like his dad's (his dusk stone was stolen). Except that didn't happen and now his Robin is a Red Hood, and he lost his ability to fly. After everything they've been through Jason can't imagine leaving his best bud behind, so no being a trainer or performer at the gym. And as for the family business? Tim's the one who's actually good at it, and Damian keeps insisting he's going to take over some day.

Jason's just been... kind of drifting ever since coming home. Haunting his own life rather than living it.

Reconnecting with Danny helps. A bit is living through Danny vicariously a little, asking him about getting all his badges and challenging the League. Most of it is being the only friendly face in a new city for Danny. Danny keeps wanting to spend all his time with Jason: having him show him around, show Danny all his favorite spots, hang out with him, go out clubbing or mini golfing or to the movies. It wakes Jason up, gets him living in the moment instead of just drifting while grieving the plans he had for his life.

Then Danny suggests they go finish Jason's grand adventure anyway. Jason wouldn't be the first adult to do it, he won't be the last. Jason... genuinely considers it. He doesn't want to go alone, and Danny says of course he'll go with Jason. They talk about it and Jason realizes he doesn't want to go when all the little kids are going (during summer break) so Danny offers to take a gap year and they go after school starts back up so there's way less kids. Jason also realizes he doesn't want finish the Justria League, he wants to start over and do it right. Good thing Danny is taking a gap year. They can just go to the next region over, or they can travel far away, maybe Kalos or Galar.

So they go. They leave as friends and come back as boyfriends. UwU

When they get back is when the first egg appears. And it's like "who laid this????" Out pops a LBM. Danny knew it! Congrats Phantom, you're a mama! Or is it Phantasma's? (Ew, no! Phantasma is not the mama, no thanks!)

This leads to problems though, because there are more and more eggs. Will you 2 knock it off? What are Danny and Jason supposed to do with all these LBM running around?

They end up moving to Amity Park so they can donate Phantom's eggs to the gym. Danny wants to cry, why does all this pokemon stuff keep pulling him in? He wants to be an astronaut, not a pokemon trainer!

Except Jason's the one who already knows how to help run a gym, knows how to care for pokemon, and his companion is now a ghost type...

So Jason ends up working at the Amity Park gym (and eventually becomes the leader) while Danny commutes to the nearest college to finish his degree and live his dream.

DCxDP Pokemon-ish idea

Just a silly idea I've been kind of batting around while my hands are busy at work. Everyone is normal humans, their alter egos are their pokemon. So for instance: John Jones has a green Martian for his companion pokemon. The Kents give their children a Superboy or Supergirl for their first pokemon.

The Waynes traditionally give their child a Robin regardless of gender. Robin is the Eevee of this AU because there are several forms it can take. For instance: Dick's Robin evolved into a Nightwing and Tim's Robin evolved into a Red Robin. (This implies Bruce used to have a Robin that evolved into a Batman, which is of course what Damian is aiming for.)

Now obviously Danny's companion is Phantom. Not a Phantom, just Phantom. That's right, he's that kid that caught Zapdos thinking it was a Fearow. Danny comes home with his first pokemon showing it oof all "I caught ghost pokemon!" and showing off his brand shiny new legendary. He's ghost/ice type and knows all these cool moves! (I cannot be arsed to go find attacks that fit Phantom.)

Anyway! All that just to be backstory for this DeadonMain story idea: Phantom and Red Hood like each other, so it's up to them to get their trainers to hook up.