#possible pt2

[icannot3]

"The Sock Rule"

Peter Maximoff x reader

Part 2!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: explicit content at the end.

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"We should have a sock rule."

Peter smiled, clunky suitcase in hand. One of many taken from the large moving truck parked out in front of the apartment complex. You hardly had to move any of your own things into the empty flat. He'd already carried the entirety inside within seconds. "What's a sock rule?"

"Ah- ya' know, where if one of us gets some, you throw a sock on the door so that the other knows." He explains the concept so casually. "Pssht, It's like roommates code in a bunch of movies." It was fascinating Peter would say that, considering the only roommate he's ever had in the past was his mother. You'd wondered if he'd ever left a sock on the door for her. You snickered at the thought of her not understanding the concept and looking at it with disgust, thinking he was just piling his dirty laundry everywhere around the house. Except now it was you, his best friend, living with him. "I think you actually have to get laid for that to apply." He snorted at your response. "I get plenty of bitches!" His hand raises for dramatic effect, extending to the side of his head in a swiping motion. Peter's fingers trail through his unmaintained silver locs. "They can't handle my irresistible charm." He brings his arm down and ruffles his metallic-colored jacket with fake finesse. You bend over to tear the tape off of one of the boxes. "You referring to hot women as 'bitches' tells me that you get no bitches." His playful eye roll assured you that there was no harsh sentiment taken. Truthfully, Peter is an attractive man. Both physically and emotionally. Part of you thought about his proposal and worried he may actually bring girls over quite often.

Suddenly, you hear a dramatic shriek followed by Peter hastily grabbing his foot. "Fuck! I stepped on something." He winced, inspecting his injured foot. He'd stepped on a nail, a large one. You'd hurried over, guiding him to one of the stray chairs that had already been moved. "God damn, Peter, we just moved in, and you already need a tetanus shot." You were laughing, trying to make light of the situation. Turning around, you scavenge through the opened boxes and eventually find the bathroom supplies. You pull out rubbing alcohol and some cotton pads.

"How deep is it?" Your voice is laced with underlying concern. Peter chuckles, "That's what she said." You roll your eyes and playfully smack his arm. "We've already discussed that you get no bitches. That's why you live with me." You felt a small pang of remorse after making the comment, wishing the platonic bit of this living agreement was not the case. Carefully, you'd taken the nail out of his shoe, stripping his foot bare. In that moment, you'd realized that nothing said friendzoned more than a man's smelly toes in your face. The odor was slightly pungent, causing your nose to wrinkle at the stench. Peter took note of this, jerking his leg away with insecurity. "I can do it." He leaned forward in opposition, trying to grab the sanitizer from your hands. "Aht, I've got it. Don't worry, I should have expected it with your powers anyways. You've been running all day. " You consoled him, wetting the cotton ball in your hand with the wound cleaner. The laceration was deep and gushing. Peter was constantly getting hurt. Tending to his wounds became practically a tradition between the two of you. He'd leave for missions, sometimes only for a few hours or, on the contrary, you'd wait worried sick for days. Rest assured, you could always count on nursing him back to health after his return. "I'll count down. Five.. Four.. Three," you'd placed the pad down, liquid hell washing the gash. "That was not five seconds!" Peter choked on an exasperated cry, fist clenching tightly. Through his clenched jaw, he meekly smiles your way. From years of experience, you knew he would have jerked away at the final number, knowing what was to come. Despite all of the stress and the severity of his wounds he'd return with, you'd always be glad to tend to them. "Typically, I don't allow a woman to see my feet until the first date."

"Like you'd ever go on a date with me." You scoffed, looking up from your squatting position on the floor below him. Only to meet his unfamiliar serious gaze. "Of course I would." Your face was red hot, and your stomach was folded into a tight knot. Shifting your eyes back to the wound you were attending, your hands dab dry tissue paper to the wetness. "I'm really considering taking you to the E.R. for that shot now." You raised a brow at him quizzically. Swiftly, a bandage encased with secure gauze is wrapped around his foot by your gentle touch. "I really mean it. Any guy would be lucky to have you. They'd have a nurse and a girlfriend in one!" He wiggles his toes, "See? This fine craftsmanship will have me healed in no' time." Just like that, he was carefree and casual once more. You pat his leg twice, beginning to stand. "You should lay down and stay off of that foot today." You smile widely at him, offering your arm for help. He gladly obliged, allowing you to support the weight he couldn't apply to his foot on the way to his room. All of the furniture had already been moved in, courtesy of Peter. His full-sized bed sat in the middle of the small room. You looked at the blank walls, trying to imagine where he would place all of the junk that was in his mother's basement he'd brought. Especially the blocky arcade machine. His nightstand, dresser, and TV already filled half of the area. Peter fell onto his bed, stretching out. "You're the best, really." He propped himself up, scooching over to the other side of the mattress. "You should join me and relax, you've done enough today." He patted the room he'd made for you beside him, motioning you to also lay down. Your face grew heated once more. "I really shouldn't. There's just a few more things I want to get done." In all honestly, you hadn't completed much, Peter was the one who carried most of the boxes in.

"Pleaseeee, come on!" Peter grows more insistent. "This is a day to celebrate no longer living in someone's basement!" He continues to pat the empty part of the bed with more vigor. You let out a dry cackle, "You mean your Mom's basement?" Peter shrugs, "tomatoe, toma'toe." You yourself had lived with someone prior until they'd decided to move in with their respective partner. You finally agreed, flopping down beside him. His bed is surprisingly soft, the thick comforter on top adding a layer of plush. "Well, we should watch a movie or something." Immediately, he was handing you the stack of DVDs that sat on his nightstand. You skimmed through, most were comedies as expected. You opted for the one with Adam Sandler's face on it and stuck it into the DVD player. Laying back down in your spot, Peter inched slightly closer to fit comfortably on the bed. He smelled faintly sweet, as if all of the twinkies in his diet had left behind a permanent aroma. Speaking of, he wasted little to no time in opening a fresh box of the yellow Hostess Snackcakes to satisfy his craving. He tilted the box in your direction, allowing you to indulge in his stash. You reach in and grab one before hitting play.

You felt contempt despite laying in Peter's bed, which is a considerably peturbing situation. Part of you wondered why he was so insistent on you laying with him. Your mind couldn't process the meaning behind what he'd said earlier, claiming he would go out on a date with you. Peter is a simple man. When he says something, he's honest. There's never been a reason to suspect anything behind his words. But when he said that, he had to of meant something else. You regretted brushing it off and not immediately asking for his clarification earlier. There was no way to casually bring it up again. Although, you knew it would eat you alive. Each passing second of you saying nothing would make the next more awkward and undoable. "How does your foot feel?" You finally choke out something to break the tension only you seemed to feel. He looks over with a contempt smile, "I feel great honestly, it doesn't even bother me anymore." His face is noticeably close to yours, but he doesn't move. "When you said earlier that you would date me, what did that mean?" Your heart accelerates, blood rushing to your face.

His face was red, too, which was hopefully a good sign. Peter's eyes looked spaced out, as if he was gathering his thoughts. Slowly, he leaned up and turned his torso to face you. "You're perfect, babe. Any guy in the world couldn't possibly be dumb enough not to see that. I've never met someone so beautiful, both inside and out." His thumbs twirl around each other, and he breaks his eye contact with you. "You just have this irresistible thing about you I can't put into words. Sorry if that all sounds a little weird. You can smack me or somethin' if you want." He laughs through his nose, still looking slightly bashful. It was strange to see him act differently than his typical cocky attitude. You took a shaky inhale, all of your emotions bubbling to the surface. Adrenaline was coursing through your body, making you feel like you're going to explode. "Well, I don't really want any other guys that aren't you in my life." Peter's head leans back against his bedframe, a goofy smile plastered on his expression. "Well, if you wanna ever be more than just roomies, I could definitely make that happen."

You weren't sure how it started, but your body seemed to have worked on some primal instinct. Just seconds later, your lips were on his. Peter wasted no time, pulling you close and practically on top of him. The kisses were long and needy. His hands were trailing up the curve of your spine, strong arms encasing around you. You gasped at the contact, breaking the kiss. "God, you're so smokin'." His deep exhale ghosted over your lips. You laughed, resisting the urge to call him a nerd and kissing him even deeper. Peter turned, flipping you over and beneath him. Your thighs were surrounding his leg, which was deliciously pressing against you. His mouth trailed to your neck, licking the sensitive areas and making you shut your eyes with delight. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together. He was pressing it down beside your head while the other was teasingly playing with the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up at your waist.

His ministrations continued, sloppy kisses being placed down your chest. He was polite and careful not to touch you anywhere he considered too private. The sentiment was sweet. To help him, you took his hand and placed it on your breast, allowing him to feel. His eyes lit up with shock as he looked up at you. "Are you sure?" You nodded avidly, desperate to feel his touch. He squeezed you gently with his palm, reveling in the sensation. "You have no clue how long I've wanted to do this." His other hand reaches up for your free breast, doing the same. You stop him, pulling your shirt off. His jaw drops dramatically. Peter's eyes are far from subtle, looking you up and down hungrily.

"So, who's sock should we use?" He smiles cunningly, giggling at his comment. You smack him with your shirt, rolling your eyes jokingly with a sigh.

"Eh, I don't think my roomate will care."

[surf-trip]

I’m having his baby (No, I’m not, but you should see your faces)

“ I feel like this was a warning”

“Sarah, you’re a woman with an active sex life. Pregnancy scares will happen a few times”

“I mean, yeah I know but it’s a sign” Sarah sighs “I think at least to rethink birth control”

“Yeah, I’m sure it won’t hurt” Kie agrees “We can go to Planned Parenthood on the mainland next Thursday”

“I’m celibate until then”

“There’s no need for all of that” Cleo laughs “it’s not that deep,girl”

“I mean, that’s the only way to make sure it doesn’t happen” Kie agrees “I couldn’t do that but I support you if you want”

-

Or the fic where Sarah has a pregnancy scare, the girls are girly and Kiara is the target of the jokes

4b spec for @obxtober

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You can read it here

[sunnybluezs]

people who have seen pt2 who is this dragon??

[freakinator]

love how much clown has been hating this arc lmao

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble

He had lost you. In that short amount of time it took his processor to process what you had said, he couldn't find you anywhere.

When he noticed several people running in one direction, he followed. Something within is systems began worrying.

Upon arrival at the scene, a mass of people had crowded around in one circle. Ramattra pushes through them and his entire body froze when he met the inner ring.

Bloody and battered, you wipe the blood from your lip, a smirk forming as you stand with a slight wobble. Your opponent having seemingly worse injuries than you spits blood to the floor before lunging once more towards you.

The omnic could only watch on. Part of him was amused; he had never seen you fight before and watching you now made him realise that you could fight. Another part of him was concerned; you had taken a few beatings by the looks of it and he didn't want to see you hurt.

He snapped out of his thoughts the moment his optics caught something flash. A reflection.

Everything happened too quickly and the next thing Ramattra knew, he was holding your body flush against his chest as you hit him, fighting to get out of his grasp.

Your enemy lay there on the floor, crawling back on his elbows as the knife stuck out of his abdomen.

Ramattra looks down at you, seeing the bloodlust within your eyes as you kept them glued onto the man on the ground. He kept his grip on you tight, your muscles beginning to relax against him as they always would.

A series of expletives were shouted between both parties before Ramattra practically dragged you back as the crowd began to disperse quickly, the attention bringing over nearby officers.

"What in the fuck were you thinking?" The omnic swore. It brought you out of the lusted state instantly. "You do realise the consequences-"

"Let go of me."

"Answer me!" Ramattra shook you by the shoulders. He saw the look of guilt in your eyes, but the anger was too overpowering.

Looking off to the side forced Ramattra to sigh as he let go of you.

"Let us go home."

One way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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KOFI

[leyyvi]

debating on whether or not i want to post this gojo piece or if it's gonna attract a weird crowd bc jjk crowd is just so big rn.................

[airenyah]

You know, my day started really shitty and the weather is all gloomy, so I put all my hopes on a JD show in GMMTV p2. I was cautiously optimistic. So as soon as I got home, I checked Twitter and the first post I saw was Joong and Dunk kissing next a car. And I was like OMG!!!!! So I watched the trailer, and I actually squealed, because the concept is amazing and they are with FirstKhao (who GMMTV loves), so the script will also be great, and I feel like my whole day is made. (I actually had a stray thought about this leading up to part2, like if JD and FK get a series together, JD will finally be in a quality production. Maybe I should invest in lottery tickets 😂). I finally completely understood the etymology of the word 'fan', because I'm the "unfollow me right now" meme. I'm an adult with an actual job and I still squealed and flailed like Ongsa because JoongDunk finally get a chance to shine.

But, that's not everything. Because then I logged into Tumblr and I saw that you posted an essay about Dunk to my ask from last week, and now I'm close to tears with how overjoyed I am. Thank you very much for taking the time and writing this manifesto that I'll use as a guide to better understand performances in the future. I love you too, you made this day way better than it already was 💜

P. S. As for the DMs, maybe when I'm less shy 😅

anonnnnnn i'm sorry it took me so long to reply to your last ask!! but yeah, i think you see why and i'm glad it made your day even better 💗💗💗

edit bc i forgot to mention: take your time about dming me, the links won't run away 😌💕

re: "I finally completely understood the etymology of the word 'fan', because I'm the "unfollow me right now" meme." I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING I LITERALLY MADE THIS POST THIS AFTERNOON:

so yeah, me too. me too. i too am that meme. i was already close to posting it hahahaha

as for the new JD show....

ok ok ok so i lucked out completely bc usually tuesday is my uni day but this week i don't have classes, so i was able to watch the entire stream live. and i was already mentally prepared for no JD bl again?? first of all because as i explain in my manifesto, i do want to see them in more solo projects (esp dunk bc out of all the series he's had or will have a major role in 3/4 are with joong which... as a fan i'm absolutely not complaining about but from an acting perspective it would be good for him to branch out)

and second of all, because i'd been talking and speculating with @moonkhao and a couple of days ago joong tweeted something about "this year i will get to play with that phi"?? and @moonkhao mentioned that win had recently followed joong and how it seemed like the two of them were gonna be in a series and we were all like "oh it's gonna be a het show for sure" (HA HA LOOK AT US NOW @moonkhao 🤡🤡🤡🤡) (ive never been more happy to be wrong tho fjkdfkkjdsg)

anyway so i went into the stream fully prepared for them to be in solo het-projects, right?? and when the trailer came on, in the very first shot it's joong and khao, right? but i totally didn't notice joong at first, bc i was too distracted by khao and the fact that first appeared right after and i was all "oh that's gotta be the rumored p'jojo FK mafia show"

and then joong appeared and i finally saw him and i went JOONG??????????

my eyes went big and my jaw dropped on the ground and my head was spinning with thoughts all "is joong gonna be just a side character in this?? or will dunk be there too?? holy shit what is happening????"

AND THEN DUNK CAME ON AND BY THIS POINT, IN ADDITION TO SITTING THERE WITH MY EYES AND MY MOUTH WIDE OPEN I ENDED UP SLAPPING MY HANDS ON MY MOUTH TRYING NOT TO SCREAM AND I WATCHED THE REST OF THE TRAILER AS WELL AS THE PRESENTATION/INTERVIEW AFTERWARDS LIKE THAT

i was literally shaking oh my god dfjkjdfkjdfkjdfjkdsjk

anyway. i'm not gonna be normal about this thanks

[o-i-w-u]

she is the best change my mind.

[floralalchemy]

@indomitableblackdragon

“anyone not looking to fight please evacuate to a safe area! it’s far too dangerous to go beyond the city currently!”

albedo was diligent, patrolling along borders of the city in order to keep any stragglers out that could pose a threat to the citizens - as there were threats all around between hordes of flying menaces and the larger creatures invading the branches outside the city.

naturally, albedo was only doing his best to do his part in the circumstances. it was just lucky that in place of a wooden sword he now held his actual weapon.

of course, he would have hoped not to have to use it— that things would stay calmer within the city— but the enemy was persistent, to say the least.

so when he turns around and sees someone about to be assaulted by two vicious invaders, his first instinct is to push her out of the way of danger before brandishing his sword.

“look out—!”

but he can just barely stop the assault of one latcher with the swing of his blade let alone two, the other pelting albedo with it’s body as it flies at him, with enough force to knock him off balance and put him in danger.

[readingloveswounds]

there are two works that i refuse to fully engage with adaptation (etc) of bc i have my Own Feelings about them. they are les mis and a certain book that recently had the second part of its film adaptation come out. so you can imagine how i've felt since like 2012 or so. like christ on the cross.

[uglygirltrying]

barbarian!ghost x princess!reader | pt2 to this

princess!reader whose new life, after the wedding, was as easy as it could possibly be. she just had to sit still and look pretty. most difficult part of her new life, was her new husband. he's a hard head. a piece of work, as she liked to think. as if he could be changed.

barbarian!ghost who liked his new wife. enjoyed her, even. she's pretty, sure. but she's a good girl too. and he liked that. he liked how he needed to protect her. keep her safe and warm. fed and happy. and, he'd gladly do just that.

princess!reader whose stuff was starting to make itself home. her clothes filled the dresser. her vanity table stood against the wall. fresh vase of roses on the nightstand every morning.

her smell stuck on the pillows.

barbarian!ghost who would only trust his most loyal men to guard her. the men he trusted, not to let his wife get hurt. not get touched. the men he trusted, to always know, whose wife the princess was.

barbarian!ghost who would probably never admit how much he was actually ready to do for her.

how many men he would kill at her word, before ever asking anything in return.

how many kingdoms he would take over, just for her to wear their riches.

and how much he would sacrifice, just for her to sleep in his arms every night.

taglist: @soapisdaddy

sorry that it's so short, and barely anything. i didn't feel inspired. but i still wanted to post at least something, because it was requested🙏 if i get inspired, I'll probably rewrite in another style, not this listing thing yk

[scoobywrites690]

Simons favourite Cam Girl pt2

As I’m writing this we are 100 followers away from 1k followers and I’m so excited! I’ve gotta think of what to do for a 1k special. If anyone has any ideas feel free to let me know. Also what do we think of the account revamp? This piece is so fucking long it’s like 2k words but I love it so much. Part one here

cw: blow job, toys, penetration, cream pie, pussy eating

Even though you earnt a living by exposing yourself to a live audience every night, doesn’t mean you actually know what you’re doing when it comes to having any form of sexual relations with a man. Yes, you’ve slept with a handful of men. But that’s it, so when you offered your favorite and most loyal viewer an offer, you weren’t actually expecting him to agree. 

Yet here you stand face to face with the man who’s supported you right from the beginning of your career. He’s not entirely what you expected, and in all honesty you were expecting some low life loser who lives in their parents basement, which you can now confirm is the complete opposite of the man that you now know as Simon. 

He’s absolutely massive compared to you, in every possible way. He towers over you, dwarfing your entire frame just by standing next to you. His arms are thick and fat with muscle to the point that he doesn’t even need to flex for you to be able to see them, his chest so broad and wide that you’d completely disappear if he stood in front of you.

You had never seen a man so big, which had you questioning if you were ready to take on a man of his size. But it’s too late to back out now. 

“Listen, there's something I need to make clear before we start.” You state, twiddling your thumbs as you find yourself intimidated at the man that stands before you. 

“Anything, doll.” He says, his voice thick and rough.

“I’ve only ever been with a couple of guys. So, I'm not actually a hundred percent sure on what to do.” You admit, looking up to meet his lingering gaze. Scanning his features for any shock or disappointment. As most people would expect a cam girl to have plenty of experience. 

“Don’t you worry, luv. I’ll guide ya.” He says, cupping your face with his giant hands. His hands are rough and hard against your cheeks.

“You sure you still wanna do this?” You ask.

“Of course, I’ve been dreaming of this day since I first discovered you.” He remarks, his voice filled with such joy and happiness that you could have sworn there was a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Okay then, I wasn’t sure if you’d want your face being shown. So I went and grabbed this.” You say as you fish out the mask you brought this morning. It’s not much just a skull mask that comes down over his nose, but it’ll hide any recognizable features if he wants them hidden.

“I didn’t think about that, thank you.” He says, taking the mask from your hand before securing it over his head making sure it’s nice and snug to avoid it slipping down. 

“Okay you ready?” You ask once the mask is secure. 

“Go ahead.” He says, taking a seat on the bed behind you as you start up the live. Your webcam flickers on as the view of yourself soon fills up your screen, it doesn’t take long before the live chat starts filling up with people all greeting you as they enter. 

“Hello everyone!” You exclaim, waving at the camera whilst flashing them a smile.

“I’ve got a little treat in store for you all tonight.” You remark as you watch the chat load comment after comment of people expressing their curiosity. Rolling your chair to the side a bit you reveal the hulking form of Simon sitting on the bed, looking every bit intimidating with his mask on. 

“I invited a very special viewer to join me today! He’s a long time subscriber and a trusted one at that, so I thought he deserved a reward for being so loyal.” You explain.

“I won't make you guys wait any longer though.” You state with a chuckle before making your way over to Simon, his hands reaching out to wrap around your waist the minute you are close enough. Dragging you towards him and hoisting you up into his lap your thighs on either side as you straddle the mammoth of a man. 

His lips meet yours, soft and warm as they press together before his tongue darts out to meet yours, in a sloppy tangled mess. Locking your arms around his neck, your fingers tugging on the short blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you slowly roll your hips grinding yourself against him. A growl like moan rubbles from inside Simon as his hands on your hips help to move you against him. 

“I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ burst, doll.” He states pulling away from you, his eyes blown with lust as he rakes his eyes over your body. 

“Where’s that toy from last time?” He asks.

“In that box over there.” You state pointing towards the plastic box that sits in the corner. 

Lifting you up and placing you on the bed Simon heads towards the box, removing the lid in search of the fake cock from your previous live stream. It looks nowhere near as big in Simon’s hands compared to when it was in yours, making the struggle that you had using it seem ridiculous and maybe even fake. 

“Open wide for me, dollface. We gotta get you prepped.” He asks, standing in front of you.

“I-I um..I’m not actually very good at doing that.” You admit, your cheeks flushing as embarrassment washes through your body.

“What? Sucking a dick.” He asks, earning him a nod in response as you meet his gaze. 

“I’ve not had a lot of practice.” You say as you twiddle your fingers in your lap.

“S’alright don't worry yourself. I’ll help ya.” He says before dazzling you with a comforting smile. 

“Now open wide. Tongue out. Nice and flat. Like you’re begging for it.” He gruffs gripping ahold of your jaw. Opening your mouth nice and wide sticking your tongue like he asked has Simon groaning at the sight of you sitting so pretty in front of him, as he slides the silicone cock against your extended tongue.

Pushing it back Simon watches as the fake cock fills your mouth, lips thinning as you wrap them around the girth. Dragging it back out watching as your saliva coats the surface just to slide it back in again.

“Can I go deeper?” He asks as he works it in and out. Nodding in response has Simon pumping the fake cock just that little bit deeper.

“Suck for me, but no teeth. Nice and wide just like that.” He demands as he watches you hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck me, I could blown in my jeans just at the sight of you. So fuckin’ beautiful.” He groans as he works the fake cock deeper down your throat, but taking enough care so you don't choke around it. Saliva coats your lips as he pulls the cock out a string of it stretching between you and the toy before he’s pushing it back in.

“You’re doing so well.” He coos running his fingers through your hair making sure to keep it out of the way. 

You can’t help but whimper out at the praise, as you stare up into his piercing gaze. Reaching for his hips you bracing yourself against him, letting your wandering hands roam the expanse of his body. Before palming over his rock-hard cock.

Using both hands you begin tugging at his waistband fumbling with his belt before yanking his jeans down just enough to allow access to his aching cock. Reaching in and pulling it free from the confinements of his boxers. Staring at him as you work your hand up and down his length, with his hips bucking forward in response.

“Fuck!” He exclaims. Pulling the fake cock free from your mouth and throwing it aside before reaching down to lift you. Throwing you further onto the bed. 

“Spread those legs. Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby.” He says from where he stands at the edge of the bed still, removing the jeans that sit at his ankles. Dropping your thighs apart, nice and wide you let him marvel in the sight of your soaked panties.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest sight.” He remarks tugging his cock, before crawling towards you. Gripping a hold of the flimsy lace that covers you tearing it clean in half. 

Hooking his arms under your thighs spreading you nice and wide before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue is soft and silky as he licks up your slit flicking hard when he meets your clit, that you can’t help but arch up off the bed. 

“Mhm you like that.” He murmurs against you before draping your thighs over his shoulders. Going in for another taste he laps at your slick, sliding his tongue between your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“God, yes!” You moan as you squeeze your thighs around his head. 

Simon slipping a finger inside of you has you groaning out as you grind your hips against his face. 

“Do you want another one? Get you nice and ready for my cock, mhm?” He asks, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.

“Yes!” You nod, frantically as your claw at the sheets beneath you. 

And he does just that, slipping another finger inside your sopping core pumping them nice and fast in and out of you as he sucks at your clit.

“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” You curse.

“Cum for me, baby. All over my face, give it to me.” He demands. Your body jerks as your muscles spasm, clenching around his fingers before releasing all over him. Simon laps at your pussy, licking up every drop of cum he can get before sucking your release off his own fingers. 

“Fuck me.” You pant, chest heaving as you lay there in the middle of the bed.

“You like that?” He smirks, knowing damn well he just made you cum harder than any toy has been able to. 

“You okay?” He chuckles, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling you up onto your knees.

“Yeah, j-just gimme a second.” You pant, as he positions you at the end of the bed again. 

“Here, wanna have a proper go?” He asks as he tugs at his cock, his tip throbbing as it drips pre cum. And you can't help but nod eagerly at the opportunity.

“Take it. With both hands. Get it nice and wet for me.” He says aligning his tip against your lips. The taste of the salty pre cum coats your lips like gloss.  Your tongue darts out lapping at the liquid. Slipping your lips down over his swollen tip, you let yourself feel every ridge and vein as you glide across them with your tongue.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. A bit deeper f’me” He coaxes. 

Pulling more of him into your mouth the same way he did with the fake cock earlier, you let his length fill your mouth and the noises of pleasure that slip past his lips has your pussy getting wetter and wetter, dripping with arousal. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He moans. His hands gripping at your hair before pulling you off of his cock. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry flooding your system at the thought of doing something wrong.

“Nothing, luv. I’m gonna end up blowing down your throat if you keep it up. And that’s not where I want it.” He says as he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the expanse of your cheek before planting a kiss to your forehead. 

“How do you feel about sitting on me cock, baby?” He asks.

“I think I can do that.” You answer.

“Just say if you don’t wanna, alright?” He says whilst propping himself up against the head board. 

“Okay.” You nod before straddling him, his massive hands coming down to grip your waist.

“Nice and slow, okay.” He says as he helps you position yourself above his cock. Splaying your hands across his chest you inch yourself backwards aligning yourself with his tip.

Your legs straining as you lower yourself down, his tip hitting against your entrance has you stifling a moan as you sink yourself down onto him. Slowly each inch disappears inside of you stretching your tight little pussy around his massive cock. He’s so fucking thick that you find yourself letting out a whimper as he rubs against your walls.

“I feel so full.” You groan, earning you a chuckle in response as you work the last few inches inside of you. 

“You look so beautiful right now, doll face.” He says, releasing his grip on your waist to pull your tits free of the lace bra that you’ve still got on. 

“Fuck me. Look at these beauties." He remarks, squeezing at the fat of your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your rock hard nipple. 

“Fuck!” You moan as you slide the last inch of his cock inside of you, your pussy flush with his pelvis.

“How do you feel?” He asks releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“So fucking good.” You groan “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.” You state. 

Simon chuckles at your statement before planting a firm grip to your waist.

“Come on then. Move these hips, baby.” He says, giving you a slight tap to the ass before beginning to lift you upwards. The feel of his cock dragging against your walls has your eyes rolling back as you bounce yourself up and down his length. Rocking yourself backwards and forward has your clit brushing up against him causing you to squirm and clench around him. 

You can't help but pant out curse after curse as you swivel your hips on top of him.

“Atta girl. Ride me.” He groans, folding his arms behind his head so he can marvel in your beauty. 

Sweat coats your skin as you grip and claw at the skin of his chest, every part of your body trembles as you force yourself to keep going. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He asks.

“Yes. God yes!” You moan, your hands coming up to play with your own nipples as you bounce back onto his cock. 

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby.” He coos. His hands coming back to your waist to help you rock yourself back against him. His cock fills you to the brim as you clench down around him, your body shaking with the intensity of your approaching orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby.” Simon groans as he slams you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he releases inside of you, rope after rope of thick pearly cum coats your walls as you milk him dry. 

“Fuck.” You pant, rolling yourself off of him and onto the bed. 

“You okay?” Simon asks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. 

“I’m so good right now.” You state, as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“That’s good.” He says smirking, before placing a kiss against your lips. Soft and gentle before pulling away, to get up. 

Walking towards the webcam, Simon takes a quick glance at the live chat, that’s flooding in message after message. 

“I can see you all enjoyed that, very much.” He chuckles.

But I’ve gotta go take care of her now.” He says before switching the camera off, not even bothering to say goodbye before he's turning back towards where you lay, taking the mask off.

“Let's get you cleaned up, aye.” He says, scooping you up off the bed and walking you towards the bathroom. Where he perches you on the counter so he can start running the bath.

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt2 of dp x dc au where Danny is the 99th attempt to clone Kon by Tim. Danny is an overprotective 2 year old who hates Ra's Al Gul with a passion.

[Pt1: here] [pt3: here]

Tim is more than ready to leave the LoA and stop having to dance around Ra's. He doesn't feel safe, but he needed the resources. Dick made getting them any other way impossible, with him telling the whole hero community he's crazy and needs help and shit. Tim is more than pissed about it, but he can't help but be amused by the outcome.

Sure, Ra's is trying to wife him, and that's awful and terrifying and all, but watching Ra's try to win over a 2 year old who despises his very existence is hilarious. Aedan, or Danny as the toddler is insisting to be called, goes out of his way to be petty to Ra's and clings to Tim any time the man enters the room. Danny has torn or spilled things on paperwork and clothing, left things just out of sight to trip Ra's, put foods in unexpected places as the man steps or sits in it, purposely and maliciously coloured on and destroyed things he found out were Ra's and Ra's alone, and so much more. Tim is kind of proud of the chaos.

But Tim also has to shove down the anxiety that Ra's might have actually did something to Danny while on his missions. Danny was left on base because it was too dangerous to bring him. He tries to get back as fast as safely possible, just in case, though. Danny hasn't said anything yet on WHY he despises Ra's, but Tim is keeping an eye out.

All in all though, Tim has no remorse as he packs up and leaves with Danny in toe, blowing up every base he knows about and draining their accounts on his way out. He leaves Danny with Tam during his final showdown with Ra's, making sure Dick is in the area to catch him. He's not leaving his baby early.

"So I have everything I need to prove Bruce is alive and how to save him. I'm NOT crazy." Tim tells Dick when he wakes up after his fight with a pissed off Ra's, before remembering Danny and chuckling, "Actually, I'm a little crazy. Not about the Bruce thing, or what I did to prove it, but I did do something else insane."

"I believe you... about the Bruce thing." Dick eyes him in concern. "What did you do?"

"I maaaay have cloned Kon."

"You WHAT?" Steph looks absolutely flabbergasted. All his family members do actually, including Alfred.

"Yeah, so, I had a little bit of a mental breakdown." Tim stares at his hands, picking at the nails. "I was really missing Kon and spiraled and now I have a son... surprise.."

There's so much sputtering before Steph slams her hands on the medical bed, silencing everyone and getting Tim to look at her. She's flung her Spoiler mask off and leaning way too close.

"You have a son?? How old is he?? When can we meet him?? What's his name??"

"Er.. his name is Aedan Drake, he insists on being called Danny currently. He's about 2. And you'll be meeting him as soon as I can call Tam. I didn't want either of them near when Ra's came for me." Tim leans away from her. "Especially because Danny seems to hate the guy and puts himself between us at any chance he gets."

"That's concerning" Dick mumbles.

"Yeah.." Tim blinks hard. "I'm not even sure why Danny hates him. I have no idea if Ra's did something to him while I was otherwise engaged. It terrifies me not to know, but I only have the word of a creep and a 2 year old to go off of."

No one seems to know what to say to that. They all silently agree to keep an eye out for any signs Ra's did something to Danny.

"Can you pass me my phone?"

"Sure, Timmy." Dick hands over the phone. "Who do you think is going to be his favourite aunt or uncle?"

"Fuck if I know, the kid is completely different from Kon when it comes to interests. I love it, but it makes guessing what he'll like interesting. Currently, he's obsessed with space and ghost stuff. He likes watching space documentaries over cartoons." Tim chuckles while locating Tam's number.

Steph laughs. "Of course your kid is as weird as you!"

He sticks his tongue at her, and she does it right back. The call connects.

"Tim?"

"Hey, Tam! Not dead yet!" He grins at her groan. "I'm at the manor. Tell Danny to be careful of my ribs before you bring him over."

"Can do. Be there in 20. Danny? Do you want to say hi to your daddy?" Is all the warning Tim gets before his son screeches.

"HI, DADDY!" He can't hold in his laughter. The siblings closest to him look amused, clearly having heard the yelling.

"Hi, Danny! Tam giving you candy?"

"Nooo" Danny is a terrible liar. Tam says something. "See you soon, daddy."

Tam takes the phone before Tim can reply. "He didn't want to sleep before he saw you. I expect he'll crash after seeing your okay, candy or no candy."

"It's fine, Tam. I don't care so long as it doesn't become a regular thing. Now, drive safe."

"See you soon." And the call ends.

Dick sniffles. "My little Timmy is growing up!"

Steph points dramatically at him. "You're a teen dad!!"

"I mean, I'm a teen vigilante and a teen CEO. Being a teen dad is the most normal thing I currently am." Tim says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Beside, you technically were too. Only difference is I'm just keeping the baby I made... Er.. I mean that in the least insulting way possible. I respect your decision, just respect mine."

"Okay, but you virgin Mary-ed your baby. I, at least, got laid for mine."

Tim flushes. "Dude!"

"I'm sure we can still find you someone our age into dilfs and get your cherry popped." Steph grins at him.

"Steph! Shut up about my sex life!" Tim throws a pillow at her and struggles out of bed. "I hate you so much right now."

"Master Tim, please take the crutches if you're planning to leave the med bay." Alfred calls out, and Tim grumbles, but complies. Detouring to the locker room and throwing on a sweater and some sweatpants that's been sitting in his locker for a year. They smell a little musty, but they're clean and cover the bandages. Hopefully his son won't freak out too bad. Losing his spleen traumatized the poor kid.

He heads upstairs to wait near the front door. Dick, Damian, and Steph following behind him like the worse ducklings he could think of. Dick, at least, grabs a chair so Tim can sit while they wait.

"Master Tim, does Master Danny have any allergies? And what are his food preferences?" Alfred asks as he passes out post patrol drinks. Tim doesn't accept his, he doesn't want it to be in the way when Danny comes flying in. Literally. Danny figured out how to float about a month ago, and his feet have barely touched the floor since.

"He's got the same weaknesses as all the other kryptonians. He's not a picky eater and doesn't seem to be allergic to anything food wise, but he hates toast." He smiles at the looks his siblings send him. "Don't ask me why. He just hates toast. Veggies, no problem, but toast? Toast leads to temper tantrums."

Steph cackles loudly at that while a confused Dick chuckles.

"I shall keep that in mind." Alfred sounds amused.

"I've gained massive respect for Ma and Pa Kent. Superpowered toddler tantrums are rough when you're just a human." Tim knows he has a dopey look on his face, but couldn't care less. "Danny's such a sweet kid, though. He gets so distraught if he accidentally hits me and does everything in his childish power to apologize and "make up" for it when he does."

Tim frowns. "Which is another reason I'm worried Ra's did something. Danny would hit, kick, and bite the man anytime he got in range. It seems out of character and more personal than just not wanting to share his dad."

"That is concerning." Dick shares his worried frown. They wipe the looks off their faces when there's a knock on the door. Steph dances over and opens it.

"Hell-"

"DADDY!" A tiny blur darts around her and skids to a stop in front of Tim. He can hear his siblings melt as this tiny child holds up his arms. "Up!"

"Just remember to be careful with my ribs, sweetheart. They got hurt." Tim says while scooping his son up. "You ran right past your aunt and uncles, think you can say hi to them?"

Danny looks at his siblings, seemingly debating if he vibes with them, before waving a tiny hand. "Hi.."

Steph and Dick being overly dramatic and acting like they just suffered a heart attack from cuteness, spooks the poor kid. Danny hides his face in Tim's shoulder. Damian edges closer, blocking Dick and Steph's view. He makes sure to lean down to be more at Danny's eye level.

"Hello, Aedan. I am Damian Al Gul Wayne. I hear you dislike my grandfather. A valid response to meeting the man." Danny peaks at him, and the teen gives him a small smile. "Ignore Stephanie and Richard, they can be a lot, but they mean well."

"Baby Bat!" Dick sounds like close to happy tears.

"Demon Brat! That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" The grin is audible in Steph's voice.

"They are, unfortunately, also idiots." Damian says sagely.

"There it is." Tim chuckles, running a hand through Danny's soft feathery hair. Danny looks between Tim and Damian, there's a calculating look on his face, clearly deciding if he should give this "Al Gul" a chance. "It's fine, Danny. He's very different than his grandfather. If you ask him nicely, I'm sure he'll introduce you to his pets."

"Pets?" Danny blinks and turns to fully look at Damian.

"Indeed. I currently have a cat, a dog, a cow, and a turkey." Danny literally vibrates at the news.

"Can I meet them?"

"I'd be more than happy to introduce you tomorrow." Tim has never seen Damian look so soft. "You and your father should get a good night's rest. You'll have more energy to play that way."

Danny pouts, but agrees. "Okay."

"Thanks for babysitting, Tam." Tim calls out to the woman watching everything unfold with amusement.

"No problem. He was an angel, even while sugar high." She grins. "I'd be more than willing to do it again sometime. I'm going to head out now. Bye, Danny!"

"Bye!!" Danny floats a little to wave wildly at her as she leaves. Damian keeps his surprise off his face and not moving in the way of the tot's goodbyes.

"Aedan, may I carry you?" Damian asks once Danny is settled back in Tim's lap. "Your father unfortunately needs to use crutches to get to his room."

Tim is amused by the calculating look sliding back onto Danny's face. He can only imagine the kid's internal debate; let Damian pick him up and the Drakes can retire and cuddle in Tim's room or stay right where he is. It never ceases to amuse Tim on how Danny can ping pong between normal toddler behavior and being ridiculously serious. He blames himself for forgetting to adjust the knowledge download when making him. The kid knows about more things than he should, and it's made him more jaded than a 2 year old should be.

"Okay... on'y cause it's bedtime." Danny informs Damian while holding his arms out. Damian gently picks him up.

"Of course." Tim can't believe how cute his murderous little brother is being. Guess he can add small children to the things that make the teen loosen up.

Tim struggles a little getting up the stairs, but he gets there. Damian waits patiently with a worried Danny at the top. Tim is positive that only reason he isn't being teased is because his siblings don't want his protective baby to dislike them. It's funny, but actually really nice. He's really tired of his family's culture of making fun of any weakness. Danny's cute baby face and hatred for bullying is really going to change this place, Tim just knows it.

Dick carries Danny's baby bag upstairs after them. Tim can feel Dick wanting to coo, but holding it in because Danny keeps eyeing him warily. Just adding to Tim's amusement.

Once in Tim's room, and after good nights are exchanged, Tim and Danny get ready for bed. Tim cleans himself up by taking a bird bath in the sink, not fully willing to commit to a shower just yet. He mostly just doesn't want to change his bandages. He also wants to cuddle his son, who's patiently waiting on the bed with his wolf plushy. He named it Wulf, which was a hilariously Kon thing to do. Tim nearly died from cuteness when Danny told him the plushy's name.

Tim lays down and tucks Danny to his chest. "I love you, kiddo."

"I 'ove you, too, Daddy." Danny mumbles before conking out. Tim can't help his smile. He dozes off to Danny's tiny snores.

Tim wakes up to Danny wiggling around. The tot waking up, but not wanting to. A glance towards his alarm clock, 10:30. They've actually slept in. Nice.

"Morning, Danny."

"M'ning." Danny mumbles directly before unintentionally smacking Tim in the face with Wulf. Tim huffs a laugh and sits up, his spin cracking as he stretches.

"You hungry?"

Danny flops over, grumpy to be awake. "Yeah."

Tim grins and scoops Danny up. "Let's eat breakfast in pajamas!"

Danny looks surprised. Tim insisted they be dressed in light armor the whole time they were on the LoA, so the suggestion must seem insane to him. He scrunches up his face. "It's safe here?"

"This is probably one of the safest places for us to be." Tim kisses Danny's forehead. "I'll admit, it hasn't always been that way for me in particular, but we're working on it, and I trust them to not stab me in the back... You're allowed to be as petty as you want if you find them dissatisfactory."

"Like wif Rawthy?" Tim takes a deep pleasure in Danny's deliberate mispronouncing of Ra's name. Danny knows how and can say it properly. He just chooses not to. Tim loves it.

"Exactly." Danny is now completely awake and buzzing to cause chaos. It's adorable.

"Yay!" Tim starts carrying Danny to the kitchen, completely abandoning the crutches he was told to use.

"Just remember to play nice first. You don't want to accidentally bully someone who doesn't deserve it."

"Fine.." Danny pouts. Tim kisses his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Master Tim. Where are your crutches?" Alfred jump scares the Drakes.

"O-oh! Hi, Alfred, I was just taking Danny to the kitchen for breakfast!" Alfred raises an eyebrow and Tim pouts. "And I didn't feel like using them."

"Oh yeah!" Danny remembers that Tim was using crutches now and is wiggling to be set down. "You're hurt, Daddy! Put me down!"

"Okay, okay, starlight!" Tim chuckles, setting the boy gently on his feet. "Better?"

"No!" Danny drags him to the kitchen's small breakfast table. "You'll never heal! Sit down! We'll get your crontches!"

"Crutches, Danny. And how about we have breakfast first. The crutches aren't going anywhere." Tim smiles at his son. "You can even ask Alfred what my wound care should be after we eat. He can explain everything and you can hold me to it."

"Indeed." Alfred sounds amused, possibly not thinking this 2 year old will hold them both to it, but Danny will.

"O'ay" Danny then blinks. "What's fo breakfast?"

It's all pretty peaceful. Tim just enjoying a lazy morning with his son. As soon as Danny is done eating, he drags Alfred away to get the crutches and explain Tim's wound care to him. Tim can only watch on in helpless amusement.

"He's adorable." Dick grins as he enters the room and sits across from Tim.

"Yeah." Tim is still smiling at the doorway Danny and Alfred left from, but it takes a sad tilt. "Losing my spleen really traumatized him. He polices my unhealthy habits and does his best to get me to take care of my injuries when he's sure they won't be used against us."

"YOU LOST YOUR WHAT??"

"It's been a crazy year."

"Tim, Timmy, my caffeine addicted little brother, I'm going to need more information than that!" Dick is stressed, but Tim is still feeling a little petty, so he answers nothing.

"I forgot my meds, actually. I usually shove them in a pocket after dressing, but I didn't get dressed... oops." Tim shrugs. "It got Danny to feel safer with being here, since I'm not insisting on light armor or anything like on base."

"Tim! I have questions!" Dick is flailing.

"Daddy!" Danny flies into the room (literally) and is shoving his pillow divider case into his hands. "You forgot!"

"Thank you, Danny. I was just realizing that and was planning to grab them after you got my crutches." Tim runs a hand through Danny's hair before dry swallowing his medication. Alfred slides into the room with the crutches.

"It warms my heart to see a youth so dedicated to keeping track of other's health." Danny turns and beams at Alfred.

"I like helping!"

"That's very admirable, Master Danny."

Danny frowns a little. "I'm too little to help a lot yet."

"Any help is more help than before." Tim cuts in, giving a lopsided grin. "Besides, your dad is atrocious at self care. You got to help your dear ol' dad. I'd simply die without you."

"You're not old." Danny mumbles, blushing at how thick Tim is laying it on. Tim noticed early on that Danny needs to feel needed or helpful, or he'll spiral and get depressed. He's not sure why Danny is like that. Tim's 90% sure it's not something Tim downloaded into his brain or said to Danny, meaning it could be something he picked up from Tim's own behavior, or possibly someone at the LoA manipulated into him, or is just something Danny naturally had. Tim has no idea on the why, but makes a point to let Danny help him, even when he really doesn't need the help. He wants his baby happy, and does try to talk to Danny about not having to help. But, ya know, pot, kettle, and all that. Tim knows his own need to be useful is just as bad.

He should find them therapists for it now that he's thinking about it. Last thing he wants is Danny to end up like him. Tim has done some insane and stupid shit to help and/or please people.

"My joints disagree." Tim jokes.

"I feel that." Dick chuckles. "Good morning, Danny!"

"Good morning..." Danny says shyly, floating into Tim's lap.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" Dick asks.

"Dam'n's pets?" Danny looks hopeful.

"Ah, he's looking forward to introducing you." Dick aims his 100 watt smile at Danny, who doesn't seem to know what to think of the man.

"Indeed I am." Damian choses that moment to enter the room. "Hello, Aedan."

"Hi!!" Danny carefully gets off of Tim's lap so he can zoom to his uncle. "What is their names??"

Tim grabs the crutches Alfred left nearby. He spends the rest of the day dodging Dick's questions, watching Danny be delighted by Damian and his pets, and passing on the information on Bruce. It's a very nice, peaceful day.

So, of course, it can't stay that way. It's Duke meeting Danny that unintentionally disrupts the peace.

"Hello, Danny. I'm Duke Thomas. I'm a meta like you." Duke greets Danny cheerfully, but Tim can't help but notice Duke doesn't take his sunglasses off.

"Hi!!" Danny floats about a foot off the floor. "What powers do you have??"

"I have photokinesis." Duke makes a tiny rainbow in his hands. Danny oos and aaas over Duke's explanations before he totting over to Damian to play with Alfred the cat. Duke stares after Danny for a minute before turning to Tim, who's getting more and more worried.

"Duke?"

"Do you know Danny glows?"

"He what?" Tim's ribs hurt from how hard he jolts.

"Okay, okay, was pretty sure I was the only one who could see it." Duke mumbles before finally pushing his sunglasses up and making eye contact with Tim. "He glows the same way Jason does during a pit rage episode. Danny's glow is more stable and constant and a brighter shade of green, but it's definitely the same thing."

Tim can feel himself shaking in barely concealed rage. "That motherfucker. I should have completely destroyed everything he loved."

"Who?" Duke asks warily.

"Ra's. He had to have done something to Danny. There's no reason Danny should be glowing like that." Tim takes a calming breath, not wanting Danny to see him angry.

"I'm sorry." Duke offers his sympathy.

"Not as sorry as Ra's is going to be."

"Are we planning a murder over here?" Jason jokes as he enters the room through the door next to Tim and Duke and sees Tim's face.

"Debating the pros and cons of it currently." Tim takes another deep breath.

"Oh, shit, for real?" Jason looks shocked.

"Danny glows similarly to you." Duke explains. "Meaning Ra's definitely did something to him behind Tim's back."

"Ooooh! Yeah, okay, that's very murder worthy." Tim smiles a little at that, feeling validated.

"Thanks, Jason."

"No problem, I'll help. I got beef with both Ra's and Talia, so I can take all the blame if Goldie or Demon Brat ask." Jason offers. "Before that, introduce me at the kid. Dick has been insufferable all day. Squealing and sending pictures and shit."

Tim chuckles. "Yeah, I do that. Hey, Danny! Can I borrow you for a second?"

Danny pats Alfred the cat one last time before trots over.

"Danny, this is your Uncle Jason."

"Hel-"

"Why do you smell green?" Danny cuts Jason's greeting off. He's staring hard at his uncle.

"Smell green?" Jason head tilts and squats down to be closer to eye level with the kid. There's still a foot of difference between the two, but it's the thought that counts. "What do you mean?

"You smell green." Danny frowns, thinking hard on how to get them to understand what he means. "Like Rawthy. And the weird lake thingies."

"Rawthy?" Jason and Duke both look confused.

"That's his name for Ra's. Danny gives the people he doesn't like awful nicknames to mess with them." Tim smirks at the looks his siblings give him. "He's fully aware of what he's doing, and I see no reason to stop him."

"Oh! He's petty!" Jason grins. "Just like his dad!"

Danny beams at Jason, clearly proud of himself.

Jason preceeds to give the simplest and kid safe version they've ever heard of his story. "To answer your question, I got really hurt by a bad man, and so your uncle Damian's mother dropped me in the green lake to heal me, but the green got stuck."

Danny seems to think about what he was told before holding his hands up to Jason. "Hug?"

"Sure, kid." Jason scoops Danny up into his arms and stands. Jason seems to stiffen as Danny melts. "Huh?"

"What up?" Tim asks, eyeing Duke in a way that demands the picture Duke just took be sent Tim. He wants that picture. Duke smiles and nods.

"Your kid just calmed the Pit." Jason gives Tim a stunted blink. "It's completely silent."

"Huh??"

"Dude, I don't know!" Jason hugs a snuggly Danny closer to him. "I'm pretty sure I could argue with Bruce about his stupid rules and keep a level head right now. I'm hugging your kid anytime I see him if this is the vibe I get each time."

"Only if he agrees to it." Tim flounders with this new info. "I'm still trying to teach him boundaries and consent."

"He's definitely tied to the pit in some way." Duke says, texting rapidly. "It's unfortunate that we won't be able to locate and murder Ra's before Bruce is rescued."

"I should have taken my chance." Tim grumbles.

Damian walks over, eyeing Jason and Danny. "Something happen?"

"Apparently, Jason smells like green, like Ra's and the "green lake", and can calm Jason's pit." Tim explains. Damian looks pissed at the first part, understanding it means Danny was exposed to the Pits, but he looks like he's not sure how to take the second part. Which, mood.

Danny starts wiggling. "Down, please."

"Oh! Sure, little man." Jason gently puts Danny down. Danny slides up to Damian.

"Can I still play with kitty Alfred?"

"Let's go see. He might be done hanging out and we must respect that." Damian takes Danny's hand and leads him back to Alfred the cat. The remaining siblings watch them for a minute.

"He's sweet." Duke turns a smile towards Tim.

"Like sugar." Tim has his own fond smile. "I don't regret making him at all. Best mental breakdown decision I've ever made."

"You terrify me sometimes, Timbers."

"Only sometimes?" Duke jokes, but Tim can see there's some truth to Duke's joke. There's a wariness in his eyes. But Tim just shrugs, not offended in the slightest. He knows he's a bit much, and Duke is the newest to his brand of crazy.

Tim does end up giving Jason and Duke more concrete answers to his year away, unlike when Dick was asking earlier. Mostly because Tim and Jason started to bond before they both left Gotham and can commiserate, and he tells Duke because he's there and it's funny to watch his reactions to what Tim and Jason are saying. It reminds Tim that he's watched his sweet 2 year old troll the hell out of ninjas and Ra's.

The rest of the night is tame. It becomes apparent that Danny prefers the "calmer" family members. He shies away from anyone being rambunctious, so mostly Steph and Dick. Everyone else is just abandoned for a new person if they start yelling or shouting. Tim thinks it's probably because he's not used to Steph or Dick's energy, having not met anyone like them before, and his ears are sensitive. Tim starts looking for noise canceling headphones for him at that realization. He didn't notice because the LoA bases were always quiet, outside of the training grounds, so it wasn't an issue before.

Danny still polices Tim's wound care, much to everyone's amusement. He memorized everything Alfred the human told him about Tim's injuries and takes it very seriously.

It's a fun night, all things considered.

[midniqhtt]

mark grayson - invincible

masterlist • invincible • 05/12/25

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𑣲 third wheel trouble I @cherryyluvs

𑣲 starfire!reader I @/cherryyluvs

𑣲 streamer!reader pt2 I @/cherryyluvs

𑣲 don’t wake up my parents I @/cherryyluvs

𑣲 you’re all i think about I @/cherryyluvs

Mark becomes obsessed with you, stalking your social media, learning your routines and slowly inserting himself in your life.

𑣲 mark loves his best friend pt2 I @starzyangel

𑣲 a different kind of star I @acenanxious

𑣲 right there pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 I @/acenanxious

neighbor!reader x invincible variants

𑣲 shattered affections I @wordsofwhimsy

All surviving Variants have been brought to the Main Universe as a means to help defend and protect Earth.

𑣲 cut deep, kiss hard I @/wordsofwhimsy

Your dangerously unhinged not-boyfriend threatens to “take care” of the friends of yours that keep trying to pull you away from him, and you are having none of it. literally a crazy stand-off

𑣲 if i was your girlfriend... I @/wordsofwhimsy

Mark just needs to be close to you dammit and he can’t stand that you’ll be that way with your girl friends but not him

𑣲 takeout mishap I @0bticeo

mark stumbles in, looking wrecked—bruised, bloody, barely holding himself up—but guess what? he still has a takeout bag. the paper’s stained red, but he just grins like an idiot and goes: "still hot." priorities.

𑣲 and they called it puppy love I @sqgeism

𑣲 a man’s greed I @/sqgeism

𑣲 snip it/sneak peak I @ay0nha

𑣲 one-shot I @swightops

"in every dimension, Mark Grayson falls for you, but not this one."

𑣲 superhero drabble I @rainydaygotham

𑣲 mark being down bad I @tiramissyoucake

𑣲 mohawk!mark I @/tiramissyoucake

𑣲 different roles!reader I @/tiramissyoucake

𑣲 reader!doesn’t know I @/tiramissyoucake

𑣲 omnimark I @/tiramissyoucake

𑣲 drabble I @gojoidyll

𑣲 a girls first love and heartbreak (sister/daughter!reader) I @tamayakii

𑣲 mark grayson dating hcs I @angelltheninth

𑣲 wonder boy I @serensho

au in which mark is hercules in ancient greece! and he saves a sassy damsel who changes everything.

𑣲 invincible variants pt2 I @mirai-lunar

𑣲 healer!reader I @thegr33nc0met

𑣲 touch I @grimmsbride

mark grayson doesn’t give a damn what you can do, or how fear hurting him; he would touch you again and again no matter the consequences.

𑣲 invincible variants x reader I @mocharyc

𑣲 cockwarming I @asaarii

𑣲 lucky! lucky! lucky! I @/asaarii

hey siri is it gay to want to crack the female version of my dead best friend

𑣲 doomsday arrives I @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

𑣲 retro invincible/ goggles invincible I @stareiiez

𑣲 you’re dead everywhere but here pt2 pt3 I @bonsubear

𑣲 “a” 4 effort I @slutla

mark, smart, awkward, and far too soft-hearted, made the mistake of doing one too many assignments for you. a bully in heels, unhinged and relentless, you’ve taken a liking to him in the worst way possible.

[bread-toast]

pt1 pt2

thinking about…

teen!gojo who’s totally socially awkward around people his age since he’s been sheltered by his clan all his life

teen!gojo who you meet when you transfer to Jujustu Tech in your second year

teen!gojo who doesn’t introduce himself and just glares at everyone around

teen!gojo who’s completely arrogant, but you approach him anyways, after all there’s only four of you as 2nd years, what’s the point of being hostile to each other?

teen!gojo who’s surprised by your boldness and happy-go-lucky energy

teen!gojo who you drag to socialize with Shoko and Suguru

teen!gojo who realizes he doesn’t mind being around other people for once

teen!gojo who manages to worm his way into all of you and shoko’s “girls day” trips AND brings Suguru

teen!gojo who tries finding any reason possible to spend time with you

teen!gojo who always looks for your eyes first when class starts

teen!gojo who’s got a case of lovesickness so bad everyone (INCLUDING YAGA) can see it except for you

teen!gojo who perks up at the sound of your name being mentioned

teen!gojo who oh-so wishes he could confess to you…

teen!gojo who makes an elaborate plan to meet you in front of the school to confess and invite you on a date

teen!gojo who ends up standing you up after running off when he hears that Suguru defected

teen!gojo who can’t stand the sadness he sees in your eyes when you look at him

teen!gojo who secludes himself and cuts off contact to you

teen!gojo who thinks of you always and feels the regret strike his heart when you come around

teen!gojo who wishes he had done something when he still had the chance…he always had a habit of showing up late

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chat does this one deserve a happy ending? 🤧

[xazse]

hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 🫶 you're so talented!!

If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)

If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihi🎀🫶 anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie

ANOTHER TRY?

Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask I’m very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE 🪬 ANON!!)

Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo

Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.

Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of “fun.”

Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said he’d kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.

“You need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.” Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, it’s hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.

“Never knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.” Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.

Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.

Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.

Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, you’re the one who didn’t listen, you’re the one sneaking out every night. He doesn’t know why he feels this hold on you, you’re such a beautiful girl that he can’t help but keep you in this small bubble.

When your eyes land on him you don’t say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.

You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru won’t say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.

He needs you right now, he’ll make it up to you as much as he can.

He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still don’t acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly don’t push him away. You give Satoru an inch he’ll take a mile.

He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.

They’re extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips aren’t-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.

The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? You’re averting your eyes as well.

Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.

He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. He’s grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.

“Nghm… Toru..” finally you’ve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.

He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, there’s barely any milk left but he’s going to make sure he gets his full.

“Toru.” You call his name so panicked and yet you’re grinding against his fully hard cock. He’s so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.

His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesn’t put it in, you don’t deserve that.

He teases you, pretending he’s going to give you what you want just to take it all away.

“Please…” a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.

“Shirt, take your shirt off.” He commands, of course you’re gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.

Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.

“I’m gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one I’m restarting. Understood?” You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.

On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but he’s having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.

“Ahn..” you’re still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojo’s cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.

By the tenth slap you’re gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that you’ve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy he’s ever had.

His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.

He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you can’t find it in you to hate it.

His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you can’t feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.

He fucks you like that all night, even when you’re meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you can’t stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.