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[notsodelirious]

Double Trouble — Roy Harper and Jason Todd

This was actually supposed to a Dick x Kory x Reader fic but one thing lead to another (I got high) and now we have this! Enjoy!

Synopsis: your friends abandon you in a bar, and you end the night by going home with two fine men

Notes: NSFW MDNI, this one was a doozy, I usually try to limit my drabbles to 1.5k but clearly that didn’t happen here — also mild CW for a slightly creepy dude at the beginning

tags: threesome (m x m x f), double penetration, two penises in one hole, vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol (but nobody is drunk), sub space (not named), fem! reader, 3.7k words, no use of y/n

Part 1 (current) | Part 2 | Part 3

It was supposed to be a regular night out with friends. A regular bar crawl, getting progressively more and more drunk until you eventually circle home. 

After your first beer, you dip to the bathroom, promising your friends that you would be fine alone for the 5 minutes it would take you to relieve yourself. Only when you come back, not a single one of your friends is to be seen. You leave messages, check the smoking area, even call but nothing. Not a single text or call answered and they were nowhere to be seen. 

They left you. Stranded you alone in a bar, with no warning or indication of where they had gone to next. Tears of frustration brim your eyes as you tuck yourself into a corner, scrolling on your phone as you try to determine your next move: you could just cut your losses and order a taxi home, but the other half of you was tempted to keep drinking and burn off the anger and hurt of continuously being treated like an afterthought. 

You don’t have time to come to a conclusion however before a shadow looms over you, caging you into the corner you had nestled yourself in. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” the man smiles as you look up at him. He’s boringly unremarkable, hair a little greasy and skin pale even for the sunless Gotham climate. He leans against the wall, crosses his arms, looks you up and down, “What’s a thing like you doing standing alone?”

“Oh, I umm…” Your brain freezes as you try to find words, an explanation, an excuse, anything to not make yourself the target of this man’s interest. “I was umm…” You look around the bar, looking. You don’t know what for, until you see a man sitting at the bar, absently nursing a whiskey. His dark hair interrupted by a solid white streak and hunched over frame catches your eye, even if he looks like he’d rather disappear into the decor. It’s a shot in the dark—he could be arguably worse than this creep but you’re desperate. 

So you plaster on a fake smile as you try to inch away from the man. 

“Texting my boyfriend, but it’s fine, I found him, thanks!” You slip past him, squeezing in the space between him and the wall before you begin trotting off towards the man you had spotted earlier. “Babe!”

Most heads snap up to look towards you as you call out—making everyone witness to you and the man quickly walking behind you. The man at the bar looks up towards you too, frowning slightly when he notices you bee-lining towards you. 

“Hi!” you say with a forced smile when you reach him, resting a hand on his forearm, “Please pretend,” you breathe through clenched teeth. 

His demeanour flips on a switch—he sits straight as he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you as close as is appropriate considering he’s holding a stranger. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, giving you a quick smile before he turns to eye the other man, “Who’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrug as you nervously inch closer, “I’ve never met him before.”

“I was just trying to have a conversation,” the guy frowns and he steps forward but the stranger tugs you back. 

“Hey, man,” he says as he stands, shielding you from sight with his body. He’s so much taller than you expected, and bigger—you could see his impressive physique even when he sat, broad shouldered and muscular arms but stood and looming over that creep, your heart fluttered a little. “Don’t talk to my girl, got it?”

“Fuck, dude, I was just being friendly,” he backpedals quickly, stumbling backwards until he’s supposedly out of the stranger’s reach. “Ain’t do nothing to her.”

“Yeah, well I don’t want your sorry ass snooping around her, got it?”

“Everything okay, here?” Everybody looks back towards the new voice. A small part of you withers in embarrassment when you see a third man, just as tall and buff as the stranger you had run to shelter for, but painfully ginger. You’re the only person you know who can dig yourself into such a situation between three different men.

“This bitch is hitting on our girl,” your fake-boyfriend says. Our? You think, brain already running at 100 miles per hour to try to figure out how you’ll disentangle yourself from this mess. 

“I wasn’t doing that shit!”

“Yeah? Cause it sure looked like you were!”

“Listen, dude,” Ginger-stranger says as he rests a hand on the creeps shoulder, “How about you just fuck off before we punch your lights out for messing with our girl, okay?”

“Shit, you fuck the same bitch?” the man sneers at you as he steps away from the two other men, “Have fun with that whore.”

The stranger’s fists clench.

You grab your fake-boyfriend’s arm before he can actually swing—his friend seems to come to the same conclusion, placing a hand on his chest as he shoves the creep back. 

“Fuck off.”

The man looks between the three of you, mutters something before he turns tail and flees, leaving the three of you standing, tense and anxious. 

“You okay, doll?”

You startle out of your thoughts as you look up at the first stranger who’s now looking down at you, a vaguely worried expression on his face. He steps aside to let you out from behind him, where you wedged between his body and the barstool, and heat flushes through you again when you realise how close you had been standing to his back. 

“Oh, yes!” you slip away, nervously tugging on your top’s sleeve. You look up at both men, a shy smile playing on your lips, “All good. Thanks for that. Scaring him off.”

“No worries.”

“Glad we could help,” Ginger-stranger says with a crooked smile, “Can’t say I wasn’t surprised that my boyfriend had suddenly acquired a girlfriend, though.”

“Oh, haha,” the boyfriend in question says mockingly as he rolls his eyes. But your own eyes widen as you look between the two of them. 

“Oh shit! Sorry!”

“You’re alright,” he smiles, “I’m Roy, by the way,” he adds before thrusting a thumb towards the other man, “And this is my boyfriend Jason.”

“Hi,” you smile shyly as you wave. 

Jason just gives you a non-commital grunt as Roy gently nudges your shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, kid, but how about we walk you back to your friends?”

“They left,” Jason says before you explain the embarrassing truth yourself. Your face warms as Roy looks at his boyfriend.

“Wait, what? Why?”

Jason just shrugs, shuffles back into his chair before picking up his whiskey tumbler, “Dunno. Saw them giggling and shit and looking at the bathroom before they all decided to dash. Didn’t pay the bill, by the way,” he adds, looking at you. The mortification only grows and you can only nod as the lump in your throat returns.

“Oh,” you say, as if you had been expecting anything more from people who ditched you, not even a single beer into the night, “Right, thanks…” You rub your arm, almost as if you could trick yourself into believing somebody else was trying to comfort you. “I’ll just umm… I’ll get that. It was nice meeting you both.”

You step a little to the side, out of their way, as you try to wave down the bartender so you could ask for the bill. You almost miss the concerned glance Roy and Jason exchange, and the silent conversation that seems to be happening.

“So that’s $70 for 6 beers and 10 shots?” the bartender double-checks with you he reads off his screen.

“$70?” You don’t mean to be so loud–you’d already been dreading the price of the six beers alone but the two additional rounds of shots that you didn’t even get to drink made your heart sink into your gut. The bartender just looks at you sheepishly with an awkward smile, as if his training hadn’t accounted for the possible duping of some poor college girl.

“Sorry, I wouldn’t have served them if-”

“No, no, you’re all, I umm…” You dig out your wallet as you consider your options–you had $12.53 in cash and about $20.46 in your bank account and even with all the wills of the earth, you couldn’t stretch that remotely far enough to cover half the tab they had left you with.

“I’ve got it.”

Jason slaps two bills on the counter and you turn just in time to see him slip his wallet back into his back pocket.

“What-? No, no, no, I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, but you don’t have the wherewithal to take the cash before the bartender takes it. You hesitate when you see his mildly triumphant smile, probably the most expressive he’s been all evening aside from his righteous anger on your behalf and you find yourself fumbling for words again. Your heart is pattering behind your ribcage as you finally manage to spit out your words, “I get paid in a week, I can pay you back, I promise-”

“Woah, hey, I’m not trying to extort you or anything, it’s fine,” Jason pats you on the shoulder.

“Trust me, he has more money than he knows what to do with,” Roy snorts as he grabs Jason’s drink to down it, which only made his boyfriend scowl at him, “He’s constantly spoiling my daughter–he’s going to make her a menace.”

Your shoulders relax the slightest bit when you recognise the offered out of the current topic of conversation.

“You have a daughter?”

You hadn’t planned on staying to chat with both men for so long but well you got caught up in the good time. The three of you sipped on ice waters as you chatted, about everything and nothing, until they knew way too much about you and you learned select things about them: Roy had a daughter named Lian (no info on the mother though) and she’s currently with her godfather, Jason’s brother; Jason is a Gotham native, Roy isn’t, but after moving around so much, he decided to settle close to his boyfriend so his daughter could have a stable life; they’d been together for a while (but you never learn how long) and they’re both bi (which is important because they find your ass really fucking cute).

Which is essentially how you ended up stumbling into Jason’s apartment at midnight, laughter muffled by lips and hands groping at each other. Despite how sober you were, you felt giddy and a little light-headed, being sandwiched between two blessings from God; strong and kind and sweet and they’d chosen you to bring home, despite the fact that they’d never brought anybody home before as a couple.

“Does that mean I’m the lucky first?”

“The only one, baby,” Roy says as he moves up to bite your ear, enough to make you gasp, but not enough to hurt badly. “We’re keeping you.”

“We’re not kidnapping you,” Jason clarifies as he wraps his hands around your waist, fingers inching beneath your shirt as he strokes the bare skin there, “But we’d like to have you around.”

You hum as you nod, reaching forward to grab Jason’s t-shirt, tugging him forward so you could kiss him, almost sloppily, pushing your tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck,” you hear Roy mutter, “You two are so fucking hot.” You break away to breathe, smiling, shifting to give space to Roy who appeared behind his boyfriend, lips immediately finding the man’s neck.

“Shit,” Jason groans and all you can think to do is kiss him again, overwhelm him with affection. Hands tug at your shirt, eventually shucking it off your body, which temporarily paused all activity.

“Well, damn,” Roy wolf whistles when he sees you topless. Jason snaps the strap of your bra.

“Wanna take this off for us, doll face?” Your hands tremble as you eagerly reach back to unclasp your bra, letting your tits spill free. Jason’s hands are on you as soon as you drop your underwear, and Roy moves close enough to kiss you.

You can barely keep track of whose hands are whose, as clothing is pulled away from your body and you’re guided to a bedroom. Roy’s the one to drag you down onto the mattress. You giggled softly as you landed on his chest, straddling his thighs as he held your hips. Jason kneels behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You moan softly when his hips grind against your ass, rubbing his clothed bulge into you. The chain reaction leads you to thrusting against Roy and dragging your panty-clad pussy across his growing dick too.

“Fuck, I- please…” you moan as your pussy soaks your panties. It’s a joint effort from both men to pull them off you and then they’re standing to discard their own boxers. They kneel on either side of you, and Roy reaches out to cup your face to kiss you softly.

“Like what you see, baby?” You can only nod dumbly as you look up at them; fat, pretty cocks, hard and throbbing. You reach out to touch both, slowly stroking each cock in hand, feeling soft skin and pre-cum under your fingertips. 

“Just like that, baby,” Roy groans as he rolls his hips into your hands all while Jason buries his fingers in your hair. Roy slips out of your grasp when he shifts to press his chest against your back. “Want to bounce on Jason’s big cock for us, sweetheart?” You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence. Roy’s hands wrap around your waist as they help you up, and then down onto Jason’s cock, leaving you both moaning softly as he pushes into your cunny, opening you up. You’re so wet he barely meets any resistance even with his thick size and soon you’re begging them for movement. You spear yourself on Jason’s cock happily, your tits bouncing in tandem with your thrusts, fuelling a couple of Roy’s lewd remarks. 

“There’s a good girl,” he purrs as he noses the shell of your ear. “Want more?”

“Y-yes please,” you moan out, a punched sound leaving your throat as you drop back down onto Jason’s cock, bruising your cervix. The next time you rose, Jason hooks his hands under your knees, holding you aloft as Roy holds your thighs up too while he slides close behind you. 

The tip of Roy’s cock nudges your entrance and you whine softly. 

“Relax, doll face,” Jason mumbles as they tease your already stretched opening with Roy’s cock, threatening to properly split you open and ravage you. “You’ll feel so good.”

“A-ah-! Fuck…”

“Do you want to stop?” Roy asks kindly, dick retreating a little, but still rubbing against your pussy, promisingly. “It’s okay if it’ll be too much.”

You barely think about it before you’re shaking your head—you don’t want to stop, you want to take them both. But they’re so big-

“It won’t fit,” you hiccup as both men hold you steady. Only the tip of Jason’s dick is inside your stretched-out pussy but Roy’s nudges in next to Jason, pulling you open that much further. “Roy…”

“Shh… baby,” he hushes softly as he kisses the back of your neck, gently easing his cock past your opening. You keen loudly, the stretch burning through you. Your legs twitch as you fight the other to clench down as the second dick split you open. “Good girl…”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jason grunts. His hands around your thighs tighten as he begins to help you down over their cocks when gravity stops playing its parts. You yelp as you’re pulled down, until you’re all the way down to their hip. You tremble in their arms as your pelvic muscles struggle weakly, trying valiantly to squeeze down around the fat cocks nestled in your stretched out cunt. You moan weakly, head backwards against Roy’s shoulder, desperately trying to regain control of your body. 

“Doll face?” You blink away the tears as you sit up ever so slightly to look up at Jason, whose eyes scan your face for any sign of trouble. “Okay?”

“So much,” you mumble out, the arm that wasn’t clutching onto one of them desperately, dropping to your lower stomach where you can feel their cocks inside you. 

“That right, baby?” Roy says, his voice almost teasing as it strains while he desperately tries to not fuck into you right then and there. 

“Uh huh,” you mumble as you nod weakly. “M-more…” Jason absolutely doesn’t hesitate, rolling his hips, just enough to grind his cock against Roy’s inside you. They both groan softly before beginning at a gentle pace, fucking into you one after the other, making you moan soundlessly. Your pussy grows impossibly wetter as your body finally accommodates the stretch. 

“F-fuck doll face, so fucking good for us,” Jason whispers into your neck as he bites and sucks your skin, staining it a soft purple. Somebody’s hands find your chest, playing and tugging at your nipples, pinching and pulling harder the louder you whine. Jason’s mouth ventures down, until his lips find your tits and begin to lavish them. The fingers disappear in favour of Jason’s mouth—you arch your back into his touch, fingers running through his hair, tugging at it. Whoever hands were just on your tits are now playing with your pussy, rubbing your clit and teasing it softly, pulling the rubber band in your belly tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. 

You pretty much come then and there, body going tense as you cry out, clear cum squirting out of you onto the boys and the sheets. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby,” Roy grunts as he and Jason simultaneously increased their pace, thrust meaner than before, your cunt struggling to keep up. You whimper weakly, trying to clench down, relieve some of the overstimulation but you’re spent, body limp as they continue to fuck you like a doll. You only grow damper at the thought, leaving your body in their hands as you feel the coil in your belly tighten in preparation for a new orgasm. 

“Ngh~ fuck,” you moan when whoever was playing with your pussy pressed down on your lower belly with the heel of their palm. “Too much. Ah, I- I can’t-“

“Yes, you can,” Roy whispers into your ear. Their hips are punishing, fucking into your puffy pussy, widening you open further than you’d ever been. No man or dildo would be able to fill you the same way after tonight, every other man spoiled for you. You don’t know when your mind goes blank, barely able to make more than punched out moans, a soft rhythmic “ah, ah, ah,” as they both fuck you with reckless abandon. “Cum again for us, baby girl. That’s it.”

You’re sure they’ll receive a noise complaint after how loud you cry when you come again, soon followed by the boys who flooded your cunt with cum. It bubbles around the base of their cocks, as they give a couple more thrust to fuck their cum deeper into you before finally pulling, leaving you gaping and leaking. 

Your vision blacks for a short second before you’re being transferred to a single set of arms and rested against somebody’s chest. 

“Easy, doll face,” Jason’s voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks, heaving chest mirroring your own as you both try to catch your breath. Roy ducks down to kiss your cheek, gently cupping your other before he pulls away to look you over. 

“With us, baby?”

You mumble something incompressible to his question: you understand the general sentiment he’s trying to convey but your head is still too foggy. You’re also vaguely aware of the conversation happening over your head as you half-sleep against Jason’s chest. 

“Stay with her. I’ll be right back, gonna go grab some stuff.”

Jason hums as he meets Roy with a chaste kiss. “Mmh, okay.”

You feel Roy leave and the mattress shifts to fill his absence. Your breathing eventually eases, and you almost fall asleep against Jason’s chest as he rocks you pack and forth, whispering soft words of praise and kindness. 

Only to jolt at the rough feeling of a warm, damp towel against your pussy. You whined uncomfortably as Roy began to wipe off your gaping cunt, still too weak to fully squeeze closed, raw and fluttering weakly instead, loose from having taken two fat cocks. It would probably ache for the next few days but you didn’t doubt that the boys would take care of you during then. Almost cheekily, he brushes his fingertips against your swollen and exposed inner walls, only to make you whine louder and complain. He chuckles softly, mumbling an apology before he moves on to the rest of his tasks.

He wipes down your thighs and tits too before helping Jason wipe off. The opening of a bottle presses against your lips and you drink slowly, but eagerly, trying not to choke while the cold water soothes your throat, clear your mind a little more. After the bottle is pulled away from you, Roy kindly coaxes you to eat, placing a bowl of apple slices in your lap. They both chat quietly above you, checking with each other and talking about other random stuff as you all eat and recuperate. 

“Feel better, baby?” Roy asks softly after you’ve finished the bowl. You nod sleepily, nuzzling against Jason’s neck even as you try valiantly to keep your eyes open. “Pick her up for a sec?” Roy asked Jason, “Lemme change the sheets.”

Jason complies and you’re hoisted up into his arms before he moves to stand, effortlessly cradling you in his arms while Roy quickly moves to change the sheets. 

You don’t realise you had began to doze until you’re laid down onto fresh sheets and two warm bodies slide in on either side of you and you’re properly tucked in. 

“Good night, sweet thing.”

A sense of peace washes over you, as you lie sandwiched between two men you hadn’t met until a couple of hours ago but trusted more than anybody. A small, terrified but excited part of yourself, your heart, realises that you’ve never felt more content than right here and now. But that isn’t a realisation for your fucked out brain to process. You curl up against them before properly allowing yourself to fall asleep, satiated and exhausted.

a/n: yeah, I have nothing to say for myself, I just want them both — don’t hesitate to leave an ask or a request if you have one <3

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[destinysquared]

HOW DO YOU DRAW SO FAST,OMG IS AMAZING I LOVE IT,I LOVE PIERROT THANKS FOR THE FOOD

Made this just now for ya anon.

TBH I've always been seen as weird or something for being so fast. Even past professors/art teachers were like: "How are you doing this???" Meanwhile this was before AI lol so they really had no idea. esp as i don't even know how that new fangled skynet tech works.

I'm just out here, painting things the old fashioned-digital way (which is a possible oxymoron but whatev). I use, in clip studio paint, the g-pen, airbrush, and opaque water color brush mostly. Still, ask any who've commissioned me :D this speed is normal. I'm weird. and i'm fast. so here's some pierrot cause we all love him!~

[rainydaygotham]

THE HALL PASS

Chracters react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their ‘hall pass’. Nsfw by nature lmao.

BONUS) Roy Harper, Wally West, and Conner Kent

• for Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian click here •

Requested: Roy was but I wanted the other two 😂

a/n: look, I know Roy looks like a disney prince when he cleans up (just see the ‘23 Titans run lol) but I love the ball cap blue-collar look too much lmao. Uh Kon’s looks like the longest, probably bc I was in the middle of reading a Superboy comic while writing this. Whoops

It’s a night on the town. With a few drinks and a few of your boyfriend’s friends, you’ve got some great company, even if you don’t know them well. They’re obviously other masks, even as they’re trying to be all secretive and not ‘talk about work’ as they put it when someone accidentally brings something up around you. Eh, it doesn’t really matter to you right now, you’re having a great time just hanging on your boyfriend’s arm.

You don’t really remember much of the conversation, you weren’t really listening, too caught up in snuggling and snoozing into your boyfriend’s biceps. But apparently they had started talking about hall passes, for some reason? You know, the game that couples play where they each pick a celebrity or a few and agree that they can sleep with that celeb if they’re ever given the chance and their significant other can’t be mad? And they had gotten your attention just to interrogate you on the subject.

“C’mon Y/n, just a simple question, if you had to choose, anyone in the world, who’d be your hall pass?”

“You don’t have to answer that,” your boyfriend soothed, petting your hair, “just go back to ignoring them,”

“Ohh, instant deflection. Are you scared of their answer?” Jason taunted.

“No, he’s right! Y/n, you don’t have tell these assholes anything,” Dick came to your defense as he put his glass down in order to stare daggers at his friends.

“Dick’s just saying that because he got his ass embarrassed to all hell the other night by his partner’s hall pass,” Tim sneered.

“I am not!”

“Sure you aren’t—“

You didn’t hear the rest of the shouting, too busy with the idea that you’d just gotten… An evil idea. You could definitely embarrass your boyfriend too. Especially since he doesn’t know that you know. You know, what you know.

“Uh. Well,” you straightened up in your seat, “I do have one, I think. It’s really good…”

That peaked everyone’s interest, even Dick stopped fighting with Tim. They leaned forward in their seats just slightly to hear you better. Honestly, your boyfriend had this coming. Dragging you here just to show you off to his bros.

“Well come on. Share with the class,” Tim urged.

“I think, I would have to choose—“

[Roy]

“Arsenal,”

“Really?” Roy raised a brow, “Arsenal,”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t say he was expecting that but it’s a pleasant surprise.

“Yeah. He’s hot. Like really hot. Ruggedly handsome,”

“You got a thing for red-heads, Y/n?” Jason was teasing Roy more than you.

“Maybe,” you played coy, “the muscles don’t hurt either,”

Roy lifted the mug of beer to his mouth, trying not to look smug. He works hard, so why shouldn’t his partner appreciate him both in and out? If anything, this just proves to him that he’s good at what he does.

“Seriously though, have you seen his hands? The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And you know after decades of archery, he knows exactly how to curl those two fingers—“

Roy spit the beer right back into the mug, sputtering. You smirked.

“But you know he’s gotta be incredibly skilled with other things too. I mean he’s been on how many hero teams now? And that sweaty baseball cap gives him such sexy handyman vibe, you know what I’m saying?” you patted your man’s arm, “Like you, Roy,”

“Just like you, Roy,” Dick was way too happy to tease him.

Roy’s face was redder than his hair at this point, “Shut UP, Dickhead,”

“Look boys I’m just saying,” you paused for a second to bite your lip before dishing out the killing blow, “Arsenal could put his arrow in my sheathe any day,”

“Oh my god..” you heard your boyfriend whimper next to you, hand over his face in exasperation. Goal Achieved.

“He’s so scrappy, he’s so sexy—“

“Oh Kay,” Roy interrupted you, springing up, “I think it’s time for another person to have their turn at this game,”

The whole table laughed. Laughing at his misery. Horrible, horrible friends he has.

“It’s okay, Babe,” you patted his bicep as you melted back into him, “You’re still my favorite red-headed muscle hunk. No one could ever replace you, Roy G. Biv,”

He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. Fine. Arsenal’s gonna be putting his arrow in your sheathe alright. He wasn’t just gonna let you get away with this, even if you didn’t really know the extent of what you were doing. And he can’t lie, your compliments look good on him.

But he’s gotta get through this night first.

“How bout you, Jason?” Roy tried turning this on the guy who started the whole thing, his asshole best friend.

“Oh I pick Arsenal too,” Jason answered without hesitation.

Roy just glared at him and his stupid shit-eating grin. You cracked up.

You know, Jason’s pretty funny. Maybe you’ll tell him first so you two can collaborate on a plan to prank tell Roy you know about his vigilante life. No way Jason won’t be down for that.

You reached up and gave Roy a kiss on the jaw. He didn’t say anything, but he looked down at you, face softening from annoyance into something much more loving. He pressed a quick kiss to your nose before rejoining the conversation which was now apparently about how hot Tim thought Steven Yeun was. Yeah, it’s gonna be good night.

[Wally]

“The Flash,”

Wally narrowed his eyes as he turned in his seat to face you, “Which Flash?”

“Uh, Keystone, obviously,”

“Phew,” Wally let out the breath he was holding, “good,”

He returned to the mug of beer that didn’t do anything for his hummingbird metabolism to try and play it cool.

You feined irritation, “why? What’s wrong with Central Flash?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he put up his hands in a placating motion, “he’s just not as young as Keystone. Or as hot as Keystone. Or as cool as Keystone. Or—“

“Oh, do you want to make this a threesome?” you deadpanned as Wally balked, “I didn’t think you’d have such strong opinions on which Flash I’d want to fuck.”

“I… Don’t.”

“Really? So you have no problem with me making sweet love to that handsome Central City Flash? No problem at all?”

Wally felt his eye twitch. He was 90% sure you were purposefully messing with him now… Which meant something he wasn’t really ready to unpack right here at the table in front of god and every nosy civilian in the pub.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth, “not at all”

Dick leaned forward, “Psst, hey Y/n, do you want Central Flash’s number?” he staged whispered to you, “I uh— he worked with us at the Blüd PD for a case, see,”

“Oh, yeah, I remember. You told me all about that,” Roy added with a wink, “He’s such a great guy, Y/n. You should totally take Dick up on this,”

“I’m not talking to either of you ever again,” Wally stated very seriously as he possessively pulled you closer to him.

You chuckled, “Thanks, but I’ll pass, Dick—”

Wally loosened his grip on you in relief.

“Not unless you have Keystone’s number too. I was just joking about Central but I’m serious about Keystone,” you giggled as Wally squeaked.

“Oh what’s so great about him, huh?” Wally huffed in annoyance.

Wait, is he getting jealous of himself right now?

You looked at him, not missing the flush on his freckled cheeks or the little pinch in his expression as he pointedly looked away from you. Oh my god, he’s actually getting jealous of himself right now. Jesus, he’s adorable.

“Keystone’s just the sweetest, okay? He saved me from Weather Wizard last week and he was so sweet and funny,”

Yeah, Wally remembers that. Which also reminded him that you’re talking about him right now. Suddenly, he’s feeling a little silly.

“He carried me bridal style, and took me really far away from the battle downtown, and he even gave me a kiss on the cheek before he ran off!”

Okay, now Dick was a little more interested, “Did he now?”

Shit. Okay so he thinks he knows how you found out. Oopsies.

Wally straightened up in his seat. If Dick brings it up later, he’ll will just tell him the truth, that he loves and trusts you enough that he doesn’t think this is a big deal. Or a deal at all. This relationship was starting to get serious anyway, might as well take the leap.

“He did, no lie,” you laughed as you pressed your face back into your boyfriend’s bicep, “But I’m kidding, really. I don’t want either of their numbers,” you looked back up at the red-headed red-faced boy you were cuddling, “I just want Wally,”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

[Kon]

“Superboy!”

“Superboy?” Kon fake coughed, “I mean, Superboy?”

He didn’t sound any more nonchalant. You grinned.

“I’m sorry Conner, I have a type,” you dramatically brushed your hair back, “and it’s boys who’re jacked and kind,”

“I thought it was ‘bad boys’”

“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes, “A punked out leather jacket and fingerless gloves don’t make him a bad boy. He saves kittens from trees, for fuck’s sake,”

“You can like kittens and still be a bad boy,” he gestured to make his point, “I like kittens,”

“You’re not a bad boy either, Conner,”

He put his hand on his chest, making a horribly exaggerated wounded noise. You giggled and gave his shoulder an affectionate headbutt, like the aforementioned kittens.

“It’s fine, Babe. Bad boys aren’t sexy. You know what’s sexy? Compassion,”

“Oh my God,” Kon rolled his eyes with his whole head, “you got anymore lines straight from a youth pastor’s mouth?” he teased you.

You put your hand up in a hear me out gesture, “I’m just saying. I don’t just want to fuck his sexy body, I want to fuck his sexy soul,”

“Pfft,” he shook his head, “Okay Y/n,”

“Plus…” you bit your lip, “Who knows what kind of.. creative things we could get up to with that telekinesis stuff he’s got…”

You heard Tim choke on his drink and start laughing. Conner flushed next to you. He doesn’t fluster easily, so this is a rare treat.

“Oh, trust me, he can,” Tim wiggled his eyebrows.

“That’s right, you dated him for like a week, didn’t you?”

No, the paparazzi just caught Kon bringing Tim a latte one morning while in his Superboy gear and the tabloids went wild. They had to stage a fake breakup and everything. After that whole fiasco, Kon learned to be a lot more sneaky with his coffee deliveries. Which has come in handy while dating you, of course.

“See, Tim agrees with me, it’s so hot,” you teased, “Wait, Tim, do you still talk to him? Can you get me a date?”

Tim smirked wickedly like the good friend he was, “Oh I can totally set you guys up,”

“Sweet,”

“Well, that’s Too Bad, Y/n,” Kon pulled his arm out of your grasp to cross them over his chest, “because, as you have said, Superboy is a great guy, who would not want to help you cheat on your boyfriend with him,”

“Hmmm. You’re right…” you said with mock thoughtfulness, “I guess I’ll just have to break up with you first. Just shoot off a quick ‘we’re over’ text as soon as me and Superboy meet,”

“What—”

“I’m sorry Conner, but who am I to let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husband?”

“Wait…“

Kon just stared at you blankly. You held a straight face for as long as you could.

“…I can’t tell if you’re actually considering leaving me for Superboy right now,” he said in astonishment.

And you broke. Conner was smiling too now, because that awful snort laughter you thought was ugly? He thought was the most adorable thing in the world.

“No Baby,” you pulled him back into your embrace, “I wouldn’t leave you for anyone. Not even Superboy,”

“Pinky promise,” he smirked as he held up his pinky.

“Pinky promise,” you hooked your pinky with his.

And then used your other hand to grab his face and shove your tongue down his throat. Conner responded in kind.

“UGH GUYS. REALLY?” Dick squawked across the table.

Kon flipped him off, not leaving your lips. He didn’t really care if they saw or if fucking Nightwing had anything to say about it. Because yeah, he’s kind of a bad boy, no matter what you say.

And you know what? Maybe he’ll make your dreams reality tonight. Even the weird tk ones. It wasn’t called tactile telekinesis for nothing.

‘Can’t let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husband’ psssh. Oh, he’ll show you husband alright.

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman and Green Arrow stood side-by-side, listening to their teenage sons shout over each other. Dick and Roy were pointing fingers, accusing the other of some unknown transgression, their voices a chaotic mess of puberty-induced cracking making it difficult for either man decipher the argument.

Batman, already feeling a headache building from the last few minutes of yelling, covered both boys' mouths.

Batman: When I remove my hands, you are going to tell us what you're trying to say. Okay?

Dick and Roy (blinking in unison): Mmhm.

Green Arrow: Alright, let's hear it.

Batman removed his hands. Immediately, both boys pointed at each other again.

Dick and Roy: He called you a pussy! No, you called him a pussy! My dad isn't a pussy!

Roy tackled Dick to the ground, and the two tumbled, wrestling and shouting, completely oblivious to their fathers watching them fight like toddlers. The adult heroes did not have the energy to deal with that so Green Arrow changed the subject.

Green Arrow: You heading to that gala on Sunday?

Batman: I am. Do you think anyone will notice I'm drinking water instead of alcohol?

Green Arrow: I can teach you how to fake being drunk.

Batman: Let's talk about that somewhere else while they work out their teenage angst.

Green Arrow: Good call.

Green Arrow and Batman walked away, leaving Robin and Speedy to continue their slap-and-tumble match. They were still at it when Wonder Woman and Black Canary arrived, quickly separating the two and sending them to different corners for a much-needed timeout.

[miserablemuffin]

I headcannon that Jason wrote Roy love letters when he was Robin and left them in the tower for Roy. Roy never knew who they were from but kept them none the less. Skip a few years and Roy and Jason are trapped in a hotel on some mission. Jason is getting pissed that the gang he’s tracking doesn’t use the internet and asks Roy to check over his letter to see if it’s all ok. Roy looks over it and realises Jason wrote those letters. Badda bing badda boom snogging and other stuff happens. I might write this. That’s my thought of the day. I Think I Love You Boom, that’s the fic

[robinhuntr]

James Gunn if you’re listening please save me

[becca-e-barnes]

Thinking a whole lot about taking a short break away with dbf!Bucky to just work on relieving some stress 🤤

Maybe somewhere nice and quiet and private, with a hot tub where you can be as affectionate as you want to be without worrying about anything at all.

it would be so nice spending the evening in the hot tub, enjoying being close to each other and stealing a few little chaste kisses. He gets to watch the way the water bubbles against your breasts, your head resting on the edge of the tub and he can only compare your expression to the giddy relaxation he sees on your face after he's given you an orgasm or two.

After a quick shower, he has you lying on your front on the bed, his cock slipping beautifully in and out of you and with the way he's groaning, you know he's probably not going to last much longer.

"Oh fuck." He grunts, leaning forwards, kissing the back of your neck while he pounds relentlessly into your g-spot. It's incredible just how boneless you feel, unable to do anything but moan and hope your body doesn't betray you by cumming again.

"God, look at you." Bucky's view is quite impressive. He gets to enjoy the way your ass frames his cock and the nice jiggle as he presses himself as deep as he can into your body.

You hear a cap pop and while you're hardly paying any attention to anything other than the sensation of Bucky inside you, he takes the opportunity to squeeze some massage oil onto one palm, warming it up before he places both huge hands on the small of your back, gliding them up towards your shoulders.

"Good girl." He groans, feeling you take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. "Just take it."

His hands work slowly up and down your back, paying close attention to your shoulders while he glides in and out of you.

"Sweetheart, you're so tense." He teases, pressing his fingertips to the side of your spine, working his way outwards.

The smell of lavender and mint fills the little cabin and while he worried that massaging your back might distract you from sex, your body proves him completely wrong.

The intimacy of his touch, the way he learns what your body needs and his soft moans and praises as he slides in and out of you are almost enough to drive you into an orgasm alone, never mind the fact that this position has him grinding against your g-spot.

"Go on angel, you can cum for me. Go ahead, 'm so proud of you." It takes very little to do it for you in that moment and you can't control the way that you tighten and clench around his cock, desperate to milk an orgasm from him while your own makes you gush around him.

"That's it, good girl. Give me a few more of those and I'll be content you're relaxed."

[summer-oil]

genshin comm is finished …. +_+ i shall read over it when i wake up tmrw; then begin my next comm… please pat my head and tell me i’m good

[ahfrickenfrick]

i completely understand why jason would never do weed, like the whole ‘gateway to other drugs’ thing probably really fucking startled him as a kid, and it’s still engraved in his mind

he however would probably happily be a trip sitter but he’s literally the worst

roy: oh no man i’m kinda buggin’

jason: well yeah, dude we’ve been in a simulation this whole time, you’re probably having a shut down and restart

roy: A WHAT

———

steph: can you pass my my phone?

jason: *simlish*

steph: yeah my pho- huh?

jason: *rolling his eyes, still speaking simlish as he hands steph her phone*

———

tim: i’m hungry

jason: i would say ‘hi hungry i’m dad’ but that’s a sore spot for both of us

tim: *existential dread filling him* what the fuck is wrong with you

[raybeam-littlebean]

"I'm a mess, I destroy everything I touch–"

"Then only touch me."

Who the fuck is writing this shit?? A tragic ghost!?

It's me. I wrote this. About Roy Harper, my tragic love interest

You can see that I have a type, first Jason, now Roy, when will it end

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: groping, stick and poke tattoos, roy (horny!!!)

roy harper, your boyfriend that you met in university, who was just a little possessive of you. the man who would never let you walk to class if your hand wasn’t in his. the man who’s never not accompanying you to your night out at clubs or bars, whose hands never leave your hips and whose mouth is glued to the side of your neck.

roy who, one day when he’s a little drunk—not of a substance, but of you, is laying in bed in nothing but his boxers with you in nothing but a pretty thong he got you, his big hands groping and rubbing all over your body.

his voice whispering a string of, "jesus christ, you’re so fuckin’ hot." and, "i could eat you alive, y’know that? fuck, i’m never giving you up."

he helps you turn so that you’re laying on your stomach while he’s sat beside you, he’s kneading your back, but can’t help to get distracted and move his hands to your butt that’s acting as an invitation to him.

the feeling makes you moan softly. after all, there wasn’t a day that roy was missing a training session in the gym and his masseuse skills showed it beautifully.

his eyes sparkle for a moment, a wicked thought coming to his head. "y’know stick ‘n pokes?" roy’s asking, and you hum in response, turning to look at your boyfriend who’s hands are full of your ass right now.

"wanna put one right here," his thumb presses and smoothes over the top part of your ass. "a little ‘r’, you’d look cute with that baby," he says while you giggle, nodding your head.

"want you to put one there," roy smirks, shifting his weight so that he’s leaning beside you, looking down at your face that’s centimeters apart from his. "want me to, baby? say please, be a good girl ‘n i’ll give you anything you want, baby."

his finger goes down to press against your bottom lip while you mutter a, "please, roy." with that, you’ve awoken something in roy that he won’t be able to contain until he’s done doing the task at hand.

roy is quick to stand up out of his bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and leaving his apartment door, running down the hallway to one of his neighbors who he knows does stick and pokes, and is asking for the supplies, promising he’ll return them.

your boyfriend’s returning to his room, finding you in the same position, except with your knees bent so that your ass was poking up from it place against the mattress. "fucking hell," he groans, closing his door and feeling a growing tightness in his pants.

"just—it’ll be real quick, baby, lay down for me ‘n then you can go back, okay?" because your boyfriend would never turn down an invitation, but that’ll be after he marks your skin as his.

"hurry up," you pout as he makes his way on the bed, his thighs straddling your own as he cleans the small spot of your skin, wiping it with a towel he grabbed on the way back to his room. "might hurt for a second, it’ll be okay baby. gonna be all mine after," he says lowly, concentrating on the needle that has ink on the tip and poking it into your skin until there’s a tiny ‘r’ on your ass cheek.

roy sits back once he’s done, grinning stupidly with his palm rubbing over the soft flesh, lifting it to smack it and watch it move. "my baby, whose baby are you, huh?" the red head asks, leaning over top of your backside, hands falling on either side of your frame and his lips coming to press against your cheek.

"’m your baby," you smile, and he continues to remind you of the fact till the sun rises.

[glitter-stained]

Shout out to Mia Dearden for being the only character that I, genuinely, in my heart of heart, headcanon as straight. Like even when I write certain characters in fanfic in certain stories I have to actually push myself a little sometimes to let them be straight for reasons but in my heart of heart I just can't envision them as straight. Legit thought I'd lost that ability until Mia tbh. Just another way she has altered my worldview

[gothamite-rambler]

Oliver Queen saw his teenage son (Roy Harper) laughing at Ren and Stimpy. He tapped his foot, ready to go out and fight crime.

Oliver: Roy? Roy, you can watch tv later we have to go.

Roy snort laughed then jumped to his feet worried.

Roy (looking from Oliver to the kitchen): My taquitos.... My taquitos... Dad, my taquitos... I- Th- TAQUITOS!

Roy ran into the kitchen to take his taquitos out of the oven. Oliver sighed, shaking his head.

Oliver: Is this what he goes through? Am I relating to him?

[academia-dearden]

Being struck with visions of Mia Dearden X Black Swan

Like, not just the dance element (though I do have big thoughts about that)

But the mirrors the identity crisis the stress-induced psychotic break

[speedy-gonz]

Hello here is my selfship (template courtesy of ulqiorraspouse on twitter thank you mwah)

#iloveselfshippingandmicrolabels

[optichocolate]

This might be a huge stretch because it was most likely a retcon, but I keep thinking about Wally and Roy's relationship during their teenage years. I mean, Wally introduced Roy to the team and they were both super cheerful with a bit of sarcasm from time to time. They got along well and that was the end of it, right?

But then they didn't. Suddenly, they were at odds, and sure, maybe it was just a writer stirring up drama. But what if there was an in-story reason? What if they saw a bit of themselves in each other, and they hated that? Maybe, things started going bad between them when things started going wrong between Oliver and Roy. Both of them felt like there was something wrong with them and Roy thought that was why he had problems with Oliver and same thing with Wally and his parents. They both felt bad, but do you think they would open up about it? Of course not, just unknowingly mirroring each other's behavior and trying not to notice.

Roy looked at Wally and noticed their similarities, but most importantly the diffrences. Because even if Wally was stubborn and distractible, Barry was always caring and just there for him. So Roy, who already had some huge abandonment issues, only strengthened his belief that his fallout with Oliver may have been his fault. If things worked out for Wally, why didn't they work for him?

Meanwhile for Wally? He knew his parents didn't love him. And yet, as flawed as Roy's relationship with Oliver may have been, Oliver did love him. And sure, Wally got along great with Barry, but no matter how much he wished for it, Barry wasn't his dad. He didn't know him for his whole life, and maybe if he did, would he cares as much? Barry was a better mentor than Oliver for sure, but Oliver was a better parent that his own.

Maybe, they projected their insecurities onto each other. Roy envied Wally’s seemingly perfect mentorship with Barry, while Wally could have envied Roy’s relationship with Oliver-not his mentor, his dad. They unknowingly made each other feel bad, jealous, inadequate, and that made them lash out at each other for no reason at all.

And now, maybe their friction wasn’t just teenage drama. Maybe it was just two kids struggling with feelings of inadequacy and longing for something they thought the other had.