#are they really going to do this until their 30's and 40's???

[raybeam-littlebean]

Now that I'm more awake, I can see that my previous post is crazy and probably makes no real sense because the DC time line is fucked and has no logic

But, I also thought of something more distressing.

My chart only stopped at 2010, how old would the bat boys be in the year of our lord 2025???

Instead of another chart, I'll just tell you.

Damian would be 25, Tim would be 32, Jason would be 34, Dick would be 41, and Bruce would be 56.

I'm going to go cry–

[espressheauxs]

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 || 𝐈 || 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

summary : the “right person, wrong time” kind of chaos decided it wasn’t done with him – it hadn’t really started, after all. It wanted him to feel in a way that not even Plato could immortalize the kind of punishment Zeus would strike down on him for feeling he deserved again. It was starved of a beginning, of a place in Jack’s life.

pairing : jack abbot x f!reader

words : 2.2k~

themes/warnings : MINORS DNI/DNR. Loads, and I’m talking LOADS of hurt before the comfort that follows, Age gap relationship (reader starts off in her 20s & jack in his 30s, progresses to late 20s/early 30s & jack in his 40s), implications of power imbalance, inappropriate workplace feelings, heavily implied emotional infidelity, actual infidelity (not from Jack or reader), mentions of grief/death/being widowed, religious/mythology references & allegory, mentions of mental/emotional health issues, jealousy, misunderstanding because two idiots are in love with each other, miscommunication because said idiots do not communicate with each other, mentions of therapy and medication, conflicting feelings about having/wanting children and being married, jack is so down *bad* for you like he just wants to give you the world, eventual smut maybe idk yet, Shen is a bestie ™ , reader has some specific / non North American characteristics / cultural references, but anyone is welcome to read!

p.s: if I see you reposting, stealing, feeding my FICS into AI or some other fuck shit, don’t. 👀🫵🏽

note : wow a mostly fully outlined fic is in the works. So far I’ve messily outline 5 parts. Thank you sosososososo much to @slyyywriting @celestianstars for proof reading. Also, @abbotjack you made a post asking to be emotionally endangered with anything jack related…okhereyougobyeeeeee

Jack never really had to think about the phrase “right person, wrong time”.

He thought he had “right person, right time” figured out, until life decided it wasn’t really going to be fair and vanish the floor out from under his feet.

The grief still keeps up with its daily appointments, reminding him it still exists with each prescription and psych appointment he has.

That he, after losing more than just part of his leg, now has to learn how to exist as only himself with his heart missing as well. It still is, or was, some days. He was still trying to figure that part out.

Medicine was his only purpose now. Has been for a long time. Only the chaos is different now – more controlled, predictable.

The “right person, wrong time” kind of chaos decided it wasn’t done with him – it hadn’t really started, after all. It wanted him to feel in a way that not even Plato could immortalize the kind of punishment Zeus would strike down on him for feeling he deserved again. It was starved of a beginning, of a place in Jack’s life.

His life decides he needs it now– the chaos night you start shifts with him; you transferred starting in your last year of residency, some 400 something miles east of Pittsburgh, chasing a purpose, a challenge, an ideal.

Dana loves you instantly, and much to Jack’s chagrin, you find a camaraderie in Dr. Shen in between iced coffee runs and bad jokes while charting.

Jack often sees you arrive a little while before he does, chatting it up with the nurses in the break room over the latest episode of British Bake Off, or huddling over a shared plate of pansit on the nights no one ever dares to call it the Q-word. Other nights, it’s steamy plates of your carbonara on the nights no one ever wants to label the S-word.

You’ve always offered when he walks by, but he simply shakes his head and mumbles a gentle thank you.

It fascinates him, the way you’re close with everyone. He’s close with Dana and Robby, but you are something else entirely different to him – professional, and enthusiastic to learn from anything Jack had to say keeps a safe enough distance from either of you reaching for anything more than an easy going working relationship.

The distance also exists as the ring that he wears, and so do you, in a necklace tucked under your scrubs – as the love he’s afraid will die a second death if he doesn’t hold on to the last memory he has, and the one that had just been borne to you.

He’s easily got at least a decade and change on you. It’s not appropriate, he knows. He’s pushing forty something, your attending, and you’re his newly minted resident in her twenties. Barely having started living life.

Jack thinks you’re too sweet sometimes. A lot of the time, really. It’s the way your face warms up when he looks directly at your eyes when he asks you why you make a decision or a give a dosage, or the way your nose sweats a little when he compliments you on a job well done.

Yet he admires it all the same, especially when he sees how you are with the oldest and the smallest patients.

Especially with the smallest ones that came in crying and left happy after dealing with a hair tourniquet on a nine month old’s little thumb. The parent thanks you with a watery laugh and a smile, and the baby squawks happily when you magic a small toy from the hospital’s gift shop from your scrubs pocket and pretend to make it sing.

He does not, can not, let himself dream about something far more dangerous than being shot at. It felt like a betrayal to the memory of a life and a love he barely got to live.

—

He doesn’t remember exactly when it happens or what you said, but you had opened up his chest in a pseudo emotional thoracotomy and burrowed yourself into his heart just by being you, if only to mend whatever he had left of it from the inside.

Night by night, case by case, guidance on your research in exchange for the good protein bars from Shen’s secret snack stash only you knew about.

Jack feels it ardently when you’re performing an actual thoracotomy under his guidance. Lithe fingers slicing and examining a bloodied heart.

His throat just aboutdries up when you look at him - not because it disgusts him (he’s seen far, far worse) , but seeing how you maneuvered someone’s thoracic cavity and their heart was like feeling it in his own, slowly being fixed by you, being examined for further damage that could be fixed.

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” he says after the patching up is done and he looks at you with blood smeared all over his gloved hands.

“Yeah, you think so, Doc?” You ask in a hushed tone, eyes glistening with enthusiasm and adrenaline.

His heart knows he shouldn't like it, the way it looks when you’re coming down from the high of saving a life while blood is smeared all over you.

Jack huffs out a laugh, shaking his head and looking at you with admiration and disbelief at your own fearlessness when breaking someone’s chest open, “Take the win. Besides, it was far too risky to do it by myself.”

You don’t immediate catch the way the timbre of his voice drops as he says it, but the look in his eyes gives it away mostly, and it leaves you feeling baffled by his praise for the first time.

“..what?” Your lips tug awkwardly, not knowing how to react or what to do, especially not with bloody PPE that has definitely been soaked all the way through.

—

Somehow, there’s a closeness between you that follows. Of things left unsaid yet understood. Often silently working like a well oiled machine, a singular unit perfectly in sync while caring for a patient, affirming your decisions and you wordlessly predicting what he needed in the ER.

When Robby had asked Jack who he would recommend as a fellow out of your group, he didn’t think twice when he said your name.

“She’s the smartest one out of all of us,” he’d once said to Robby while nursing a doordash order on the roof , “this hospital would be stupid not to keep her.”

He’d certainly be for not advocating for the best resident he’s had in years.

Robby had recommended Shen. Not because he didn’t like you or because he didn’t think you were capable. But reading Jack’s glowing recommendation about you only affirmed what he suspected. Time would only tell if Jack himself could see beyond his own words.

Shen stretches out a hand, blindly sipping on his coffee as Robby and Dana slip him a $50 bill each the next time they’re in front of the betting board.

—

Jack finds himself lingering, feeling a little more, without knowing how or when – only that he does, and you exist in him long after the sun has gone up and the moon has gone down.

The corners of his lips tug in a secret smile, as his nose is able to catch the whiff of your perfume and your own smell whenever he helps tie your surgical gown and you help with his.

He tries, he really does try to ignore the feeling that burrows itself deep whenever you pat his back after helping him tie on the surgical gown.

Your hands always lingered a little longer than they should, like a balm to soothe his aches, as if to tell him - “I have you. I’m here. You’re okay.”

Jack finds it easier to sleep in his bed on the days that you do, as if your touch carries him all the way to safety, away from sand & heat and the phantom burn he still felt in his leg.

On those nights, he dreams of a feeling that only wakes when he’s not.

—

The two of you never, ever fought. Disagreements? Sure. Difference of opinion only to arrive at the same answer? Definitely.

Jack knows that that’s what he likes about you since you came on several months ago. You’re definitely the favorite out of all the residents he’s taught. The prodigal resident that was never afraid to ask why decisions were being made.

It’s what makes you an excellent doctor in his eyes, noticing things that people often don’t. It was easier for him to teach a resident that was self confident but not arrogant, and unafraid to get their hands bloody.

But your fearlessness was something he didn’t like if it involved you making a decision that put you at risk.

Sure, he’d sometimes find it funny when you were the only one to vocally tell Gloria to fuck off when she knew fuck all about being on the front lines after she denied yet another increase in security (until then, no one had ever heard you drop so many f-bombs - Jack couldn’t not laugh when he was there to witness Robby’s eyebrows all but fly to his hairline when it happened). No one but Robby ever did that (less riddled with cuss words), everyone else simply ignored what she said.

Hell, you’d even ignore what Jack would say sometimes in light hearted, less life or death situations.

But this? It was never, never this – making a decision of this magnitude without consulting him on something you’d ever only seen him do once.

“You should’ve never, ever done that by yourself.” His eyes are full of bewilderment at the mess that he had walked into as the patient is rushed to OR 1 upstairs.

“Yeah, well, I did what you taught me to do – if I waited any longer for you to tell me what to do the patient would’ve fucking bled out!”

It’s the first time the two of you ever got into an argument. The two of you never, ever argued especially not in the middle of a literal bloody mess where everyone could see and hear. But your patience was worn past thin and your fucks had long flown out the window.

“I’m your attending, that’s not the kind of decision a resident gets to make on their own!”

Jack isn’t prepared for the way you all but stomp your foot on the pedal of the biohazard bin, practically shoving your bloodied scrubs and gloves into the damn thing. Nor is he prepared for the way you point at him furiously with your left hand, where he sees the thin band of silver taunting him.

He is not a religious man, but in that moment he knows he became a martyr for a love that could never be worshipped like he used to know how to do.

“You do not get to pull rank on me!” Your voice is loud, and you’re well past the point of giving a fuck after the way your life in and out of this hospital has been lately. “I may be younger than you, Dr. Abbot, but I’m not fucking stupid!”

“That was not the standard of care.” His voice drops, full of warning as he looks directly at you. For the first time in years, the tinnitus in his ears re-emerges as his eyes flit between your face and your hand. “You’re lucky that it’s something I’m not reporting.”

He regrets it the instant he sees the way the shock on your face melts into disenchantment, and the bile burns at his throat when he sees the way light leaves your eyes.

It's the first time in a long time he wished he’d rather fall on a sword, rather than ever see that look again.

The look that told him what everyone else could see between you – that you were to Jack what Psyche was to Eros.

That you cared about him and what he had to say in a way that was more than appropriate.

Your chest heaves as you look at him, eyes riddled with a rage that squeezes in his heart. His eyes zero in on the ring again as you rub your face, hair wild in all directions from the braid it was in.

“Well fuck the standard of care, and fuck you for making me feel like shit.”

The smallness and the vulnerability in your voice hits Jack squarely where it hurts, in the places where you had started to carefully stitch the broken pieces of him back together.

“Take a bre–”

The words die on his lips as you shoulder past him, shoving the door open and knob rattling as you let it go to storm your way out and past the nurses station and down the hall.

That night, a patient’s heart was saved at the expense of two.

—

© espressheauxs, 2025

[wonderjanga]

au where billy and mary were friends w a teen patrick wayne before everything went down in the 40's and they both think that bruce is patrick and that hes shy cuz hes a hero now

I think Billy, Mary, and Patrick’s dynamic would’ve basically been two little kids and the older kid who hang out. Patrick would also have no problem treating them like his little siblings and would casually give them money in exchange for them helping him with experiments. He’d rather just give them the money but they won’t just accept it for free so he’d resigned to making them do little tasks instead.

Patrick: “Alright, I need three fairy wings, dried unicorn blood, sixteen siren scales, and dryad bark! Go! Go! Go!”

Mary and Billy: *salute before running off*

You might be wondering what he needs any of that for. You’ll know later.

Anyways, as for how Patrick found out about Billy and Mary being Captain Marvel and Mary Marvel…

Patrick: *talking to someone in Fawcett and trying to get siren scales because his usual suppliers (Billy and Mary) said they were busy with something at the moment (meeting with magical delegates)*

Seller: “Boy, you do realize how difficult it is to get siren scales, right? As far as I know, none of the shops in Fawcett sell it. Who is your dealer?”

Patrick: “My friends?”

Seller: “Your friends?! You know kids your age going after sirens so you can get scales?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!”

Patrick: “It’s dangerous?! I had no idea??? They never come back hurt or complaining??”

Seller: “They’re coming back unscathed?? Who are your friends???!?”

Yeah… so that’s how Patrick found out about Captain and Mary Marvel being his two little suppliers/siblings. It took much poking and prodding and bribing, but eventually the two spilled. After that, they were just forced to take the money from Patrick anyways. He wasn’t gonna send them on those trips anymore. No siree. Doesn’t matter that they have superpowers.

Anyways, time moves on and unfortunately, Patrick was eventually old enough to be drafted into the war. He said bye to the kiddos went and came back, kept in contact with the kiddos up until the sixties when the time bubble appeared. By that time, Patrick was at least 30 and the twins had strangely not aged at all, not that he minded because Fawcett was weird like that. Thomas was a toddler at the time of it appearing. The time bubble caused Thomas to have a rather unfortunate early childhood as his father was always locked up in his study researching and wondering what the hell happened to the town, to the people, and to his friends. Fawcett was just gone. Practically overnight. Eventually though, he gave up and started focusing on his family again. He died thinking everyone in that little down had been erased.

Fast forward 50 something odd years and BAM the bubble pops! Billy and Mary are now in the present. They got to meet all of the new heroes, including Batman.

Marvel: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Batman Si- Patrick?”

Batman: “Pardon?”

Mary: “Holy shoot, Patrick really is you!”

Batman: “My name is not Patrick-”

Marvel: “You’re so…” *looks him up and down* “Youthful! Did you finally make that elixir thingy?”

Batman: “What?”

Marvel: “You know? The elixir you always talk about. It was an elixir, right?”

Mary: “Wasn’t it called the elixir of life?”

Batman: “No…? I haven’t worked on an elixir at any point in time.”

Marvel: “Yeah, you have. We saw you! You’d always read that little book and do a little experiments!”

Mary: “And then the experiment would fail, and then you’d come to us covered in ash because nine times out of ten it exploded. Then, you’d slap twenty dollars in our hand and ask for us to find more ingredients so you could do more experiments.”

Batman: “I’ve never done that in my life. I assure you I’ve never met you before this moment.”

Now you know what all those mystical ingredients were for. Patrick Wayne was casually doing Alchemy. Everyone in Fawcett is at least somewhat magical after all. He didn’t even know he was doing it too. He’d still worked on normal human gadgets though, which still allowed him to contribute to Wayne Enterprises.

Bruce later went to his study (once Patrick’s study) as he remembered one of the books on his shelves was related to Alchemy. When he eventually found it and pulled it from the shelf, a photo slipped out. It was a photo of a younger version of his Grandpa and two kids which he both had in headlocks. When Bruce flipped the photo over, scrawled on the back was a date. After getting sidetracked and deciding to dig up some information on his Grandfather, Bruce came to the startling realization that this was when Patrick left for the war. This was a commemoration photo. Interesting. It was also interesting that the other two people- children in the photo looked suspiciously like the Captain and his daughter. Was this Mary and another brother, one that didn’t dabble in heroics? It made sense now why the Captain and Mary talked to him like they knew him. They both must’ve thought he was his grandfather. Oh well, Bruce isn’t gonna spoil the surprise. He can find out more information on them if he lets them think he’s his grandfather.

Marvel: “The war really toughened you up, huh? Did you inhale chlorine gas and somehow survive?”

Mary: “No silly.” *elbows him* “He didn’t sound like this when he came back from the war so something else must’ve messed up his throat.”

Batman: “My throat isn’t messed up in any way, shape, or form.”

Mary: “It isn’t? So you talk like that on purpose…?”

Batman: *doesn’t want to give away he isn’t Patrick* “…Yes.”

Mary and Marvel: *share a look before pointing and laughing at him*

Any nearby Justice League member was visibly surprised that Batman didn’t glare at them. Bruce himself was surprised he didn’t as well.

Robin!Dick: *standing beside Bruce as Bruce works at a computer*

Marvel: “Oh Tommy! Wait, Pat, this is Tommy right?”

Mary: “Of course it’s not Tommy. He wouldn’t feed the elixir to him while he was a kid. But then again, you can be a little stupid…”

Robin!Dick: “Did you just call him stupid?” *sounds like he wants to laugh* “Also no I’m not Tommy.”

Marvel: “Then are you a grandson…?”

Robin!Dick: “N-”

Batman: “Yes, he is. This is Bruce.”

Robin!Dick: *extremely confused* “What?”

Marvel: “Oh cool!”

[smutmind]

Are you taking requests for the "How She Pays" series? Because I think that Twice´s Chaeyeong would be a great fit

Something like paying for an expensive modern art piece with sex because it way more expensive than what she thought it would be and she´s not carrying enough money, or something like that connects with her artsy style

Appraised and Claimed

Twice Chaeyoung X Male OC The pawnshop smelled of tobacco wood and forgotten time.

Chaeyoung stepped inside like she owned it, boots clicking over mosaic tiles, black hair spilling down her back like ink. The air clung to her skin—thick with heat and history. Every shelf brimmed with character: brass compasses, pocket watches, velvet boxes hiding tarnished secrets. This place wasn’t just old; it had teeth.

She moved like music, hips rocking with subtle intent. The denim on her thighs clung desperately, paint-streaked and threadbare. Tattoos licked out from under her crop top, curling up her ribs, over collarbones, blooming into a garden of rebellion.

"You sell stories, or just the leftovers?" Her voice came out dusky, flirtatious.

Terrance looked up from behind a mahogany counter. Broad-shouldered, skin deep cocoa, a salt-and-pepper beard that framed lips like a carved secret. He wore a simple black tee, sleeves rolled tight against biceps. Late 30s, maybe 40, with eyes that'd seen too much but judged nothing.

"Depends what kind of story you're chasing."

She lifted a rusted music box from a shelf. Delicate engravings. Tiny ballerina, faded pink.

"This one," she said. "It’s mine now."

Terrance shook his head slowly. "That piece isn’t for sale."

Her brow lifted. "Everything has a price."

"Not this."

Her smile faltered for a blink. "Seriously? Do you know who I am?"

"I know what you think that means."

"It means I can pay ten times what it's worth. Hell, I could buy this whole shop."

He nodded slowly. "And still not enough."

The air went taut. She stepped in close, her chin tilting up, challenge sharp in her gaze. "You must really like old junk."

"It's not junk," he snapped, voice like gravel. "It was my sister's. She played it every night until cancer stole her voice. It's the last sound I have of her."

Her mouth parted, expression softening. "That... okay. That's something."

He turned back to his ledger, the dismissal clear.

Chaeyoung didn't move. Then: "What if I gave you a memory worth more than the past? Something unforgettable."

"Flirting won’t work."

"Who said anything about flirting?" Her smile turned wicked. "I’m offering you a trade. Body for a box."

He exhaled, slow. "You're really not used to hearing 'no,' are you?"

She stepped even closer, so near their breath mingled. "You’re kind of turning me on with it."

He hesitated. Her bravado was fraying now—a hint of fire licking at her ego. Her eyes searched his face. "You don’t want me?"

"Wanting’s not the problem. It's what happens after."

"Then stop thinking. Just want."

The clock behind them ticked. Her knee brushed his arm. Electricity.

"Lock the door," she whispered.

He moved.

Click.

The sign flipped. CLOSED.

Her smile returned, sharp and dangerous. "Good boy."

She slid from the counter and circled him, fingers trailing down his spine.

"So what happens now, Mr. Sentimental?"

He crossed the floor slowly, each step grounding. Controlled. Watching her. "Now? Now you try to make yourself unforgettable."

She kicked off her boots, one foot bare on polished wood, the other on hand-woven Persian. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her crop top. "You think I'm bluffing?"

"I think you're dangerous."

"Good. Because I bite."

He pulled her close, his grip bruising. She gasped, her fingers curling into his shirt.

"Then show me."

She dropped to her knees, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. Hands moved with purpose, unfastening his jeans. Her lips parted.

"You going to remember this?"

"Every goddamn second."

She wrapped her fingers around him, breath catching. "You're huge."

"You can back out."

She smirked. "I don’t run."

Her mouth closed over him, tongue working, slow and wet. She took him deeper, inch by inch, until he groaned and his hand tangled in her hair.

"Fuck, Chaeyoung. Just like that."

She moaned around him, the vibration sending him spiraling. She gagged, adjusted, then went back down. He hissed, voice rough.

"Goddamn, you're going to make me come just like this."

She pulled back, eyes shining. "Not yet. I want all of you when you do."

He lifted her effortlessly, laid her back across the velvet-lined display case. Her legs parted, eager. He slid fingers down, teasing her through soaked lace.

"You're dripping."

"For you. Only you."

He slid inside in one thrust. She cried out, head thrown back.

"Jesus, you're thick. Stretching me so full."

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he thrust harder, driving her hips into the rattling counter, palms flat on the glass behind her for balance. Her breath hitched, a sharp gasp turning into a moan as his rhythm found something ruthless.

“Shit—okay—” Her voice broke around the words, torn between pleasure and overwhelm. “You’re… really not playing tonight.”

“Not when you sound like that.” His voice was gravel, his grip bruising. “So fucking wet for me.”

She tried to reply but another slam into her soaked center stole the air from her lungs. Her head tipped back, throat exposed. The sound she made was raw, guttural.

Then it happened—an uncoiling heat deep in her gut, rushing outward. Her body tensed, spine arching as a sudden wave gushed free from her, soaking them both. Her eyes flew open, shocked.

“Oh my god—I—fuck, I haven’t—” she stammered, trembling. “I haven’t done that in years—”

He stared down, soaked and grinning. “Look at you. Fucking perfect.”

Her legs were still shaking, her voice caught between breath and need. “Don’t stop,” she managed. “Don’t—”

He bent over her, dragging a kiss along her collarbone, and thrust again. She choked on a sob of pleasure, then bucked under him, her entire body tightening. Her nails found his back, digging deep.

“I’m cumming—fuck, I’m cumming again—”

Her orgasm tore through her, thighs locking around his waist as her body pulsed around him. She rode it with abandon, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, lips trembling.

When she came back down, blinking through the haze, her voice was hoarse but clear. “Your turn,” she whispered. “Come for me. Use me.”

He hesitated, just a moment.

She reached up, tugged his hair. “Please. Don’t hold back. I want it.”

That was all it took. He pulled out, breath ragged, and she shifted upright, guiding him back between her thighs even as her body still twitched. She straddled him again, his length stretching her too wide.

“Still too big,” she gasped, bouncing. “But I don’t fucking care—”

He grabbed her ass, lifting her with both hands as she bounced on him, their bodies slick, obscene sounds echoing in the tiny shop. Her breath hitched with every impact, arms looped around his neck, mouth open in a grin that bordered on madness.

“Fuck, you’re strong,” she gasped, voice shaking. “You like throwing me around, don’t you?”

“You like making a mess all over my dick,” he shot back, hoisting her higher before slamming her down again. “God, you’re tight even soaked.”

“Mmhm,” she moaned, biting her lip. “I’d rather sock this cock than take home that stupid antique anyway.”

He snorted, lips brushing her ear. “Is that so?”

“Dead serious,” she breathed. “That box? Might’ve been priceless before—but now it smells like sex and desperation.”

Laughing, he spun them and set her down on the glass counter with a clatter of trinkets. “Then let’s finish ruining it.”

She leaned back, breasts rising and falling, legs spread lazily. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Sentimental?” she teased. “Come on me. Mark your territory.”

He stared, jaw clenched, chest heaving. One hand worked his length, slick and furious, the other resting on her thigh. Her eyes locked on his, challenging.

“You wanna see what you do to me?” he growled.

“Every last drop,” she whispered.

And he gave it to her—hot spurts painting her collarbone, her chest, even her chin. She didn’t flinch. Just watched him, lips parted, loving every second.

When it slowed, she dragged her fingers through the mess across her stomach, then licked one clean. “Guess I am the treasure in this shop.”

He chuckled, breathless, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. “No fucking doubt.”

She grinned up at him, smug and glowing. “Think anyone’ll still want that box after this?”

“Only if they’re into scented antiques,” he said, brushing her hair back.

She laughed, breath still uneven, then reached for her bag. “Here,” she said, scribbling something onto a receipt with a swipe of her lipstick. “My number. In case you feel like appraising something else next time.”

He reached out to take it, still dazed, chest heaving.

But instead of heading for the door, she slid down to her knees in front of him, her smile slow and wicked.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Her fingers wrapped around him again, guiding him to her lips. “Saying goodbye like a proper girl should,” she murmured. “Don’t get sentimental on me now.”

Then she took him into her mouth—soft, wet, reverent. He groaned, hips twitching as she sucked him slow and deep, tongue circling, moaning softly like she missed the taste already.

“Damn…” he breathed, hand tangling in her hair. “You’re fucking unreal.”

She didn’t stop until he pulsed again, just enough for her to hum approval and swallow, licking him clean with practiced ease. When she stood, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking.

“Told you I’d rather suck cock than take home that box.”

He could only nod, spent and stunned, watching her walk to the door.

The bell jingled as she slipped out into the night, hips swaying, leaving behind a ruined counter, a destroyed antique—and him, cock twitching, still aching, her number in his hand like a promise.

-----

added a little spin to your idea.

[alisonwritesimagines]

King of My Heart ~Bucky Barnes Imagine~

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky develops slowly.

Author’s Note: Texas weather sucks.

Part One | Part Two

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings/Tags:

Do not repost this anywhere!

Another successful mission was added into the books. Which meant you got a week off to recover and heal from any injuries. And to relax.

You walked over to the living room after you had showered and changed. You found Bucky on the couch as he and Steve were watching some old movie from the 50's. You sat next to Bucky before cuddling close to him.

Bucky instantly wrapped his arm around you as you cuddled close to him. You rested your head on his side before closing your eyes. Steve watched as you got comfortable with Bucky while he acted like this was normal.

"When did you two start dating?" Steve asked.

"We're taking things slow," Bucky said.

"I can see that," Steve chuckled.

The next day, Sam watched as Bucky cook breakfast. He watched as Bucky mess up the breakfast a few times.

"Dude, I hope you're making that for yourself," Sam tells him. Bucky looked over at Sam with a glare.

"Shut up," Bucky mumbled.

"What happened here?" You asked looking at the kitchen.

"I tried to make breakfast."

"Mmm. I think you should leave the kitchen to me. Or at least let me teach you how to cook," you tell him.

"Probably."

You stood on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Sam almost spit out his smoothie as he watched Bucky give you a quick kiss.

"Clean up the mess and we'll grab some breakfast. Sam, you wanna join?" You asked him.

"I'm good," Sam said.

"Okay," you nodded before walking away.

"Since when are you two a thing?" Sam asked Bucky as he watched Bucky clean the kitchen.

"We're taking it slow," Bucky explained with a shrug.

Somehow, everyone decided that they were going to go out one night. Leaving you and Bucky alone at the Avengers Tower for the night. You had made a playlist of some modern songs and some songs from the 40's and now you and Bucky were dancing on the rooftop.

Bucky smiled as he spun you around before pulling you close to him. You let out a small laugh as you looked up at him.

"This is fun. And you guys used to dance like this at bars?" You asked.

"Yeah. You would've loved it," Bucky smiled at you.

"I didn't even get to dance like this during my high school years. I went with friends but I never had a date. It's nice to dance with someone who I really like though," you smile up at Bucky. Bucky smiled at you before cupping your cheeks.

"Would it be alright for me to kiss you?" Bucky asks.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," you say to him. Bucky smiled softly before leaning in to kiss you.

~~~~~~

"You know, she's not gonna come back sooner if you keep staring the elevator," Sam pointed out to Bucky. Bucky glared over at him.

"I know that."

"She's just out with the girls. She'll be okay," Steve tells Bucky.

It was girls night out which meant no boys whatsoever. And usually, it involved you and the girls going to a bar and drink until you all stumbled back to the tower laughing and stumbling. And usually, Bucky stayed awake until you got back.

So when it hit 12:30 a.m., Bucky was still awake as you stumbled into the floor with the other girls, giggling at something funny.

“Bucky!” You say happily as you stumbled over to him.

Without hesitation, Bucky quickly walked over to you as you fell into his arms.

“I miss you! And I love you,” you tell him.

“I missed you too. And it is time for you to sleep,” Bucky tells you.

"Boo!" You say with a pout.

"Come on you," Bucky says, leading you back to your room.

And with the ups, there were some downs.

You sat in the safe house with Bucky, or rather, the Winter Soldier as a mission was taking longer than usual. You were sitting on a chair as The Winter Soldier was treating your wound. One of the explosions that happened caused a broken glass shard to pierce your side.

“Are you okay?” The Winter Soldier asked you.

“It hurts,” you say, hot tears falling from your eyes instinctively.

“I know. We’re almost there. Just stay strong a little long,” The Winter Soldier says.

You nodded in response. The Winter Soldier carried you to the makeshift bed he formed for you. It was cold outside and cold in the safe house. The Winter Soldier held you close to him, doing what he can to keep you warm.

“Soldat. I need a distraction,” you tell him. "The pain still hurts."

The Winter Soldier looked down at you. He lifted your chin up before placing a kiss onto your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“It hurts,” you breathed out.

The Winter Soldier lied you down carefully before hovering over you.

“Так красиво. (So beautiful.)”

He leaned down to kiss you once more. This time more passionate and more obsessive.

“I got you. I got you,” The Winter Soldier mumbles.

The moment the Quinjet came to get you both, The Winter Soldier didn't let anyone near you until you got to the infirmary floor. The Winter Soldier sat near you as you held his hand.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" Steve asked.

"Oh ya know. Got a glass shard stuck to my side and I had to endure the pain for a day. I feel like I can run a marathon," you say with slight sarcasm.

"Got some energy for a quick debrief?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. But after that, I'm going on a break," you tell him.

"Fair enough."

"You should rest instead," The Winter Soldier intervened.

"Soldat. I'll be okay. I promise. Sooner we tell Steve the details, the sooner I can rest," you assure him. The Winter Soldier gave you a nod before slightly glaring at Steve.

After the debrief, you and The Winter Soldier lied on your bed as you had some movie on. The Winter Soldier held you close to him, being gentle with your wound. You felt him press gentle kisses on your head.

~~~~~

While Bucky had your heart, you had his.

He hated the bed sometimes. When he was in his own room, he would sleep on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. Mainly because the bed felt too soft. Too uncomfortable for him to sleep on.

When you would sleep in his room, he would bear the uncomfortableness if it meant getting to hold you. But you noticed. You noticed the restlessness. So you talked to Steve about switching the mattress to something more suited for Bucky.

"The bed feels different," Bucky tells you as he sat on it, waiting for you to get ready for bed.

"Steve helped me switch it out. Well, he did most of the switching. I supervised," you tell Bucky.

"It feels... better," Bucky said.

"Oh good! I was hoping you'd like it," you smiled.

"But is it comfortable for you?" Bucky asked.

"It's a half and half feature. While yours is more firm, mine is more comfy," you explained. Bucky felt your side of the bed, feeling how more plush it was compared to his side.

"You got this for us?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah. I want to make sure you're comfortable too," you tell Bucky as you finally joined him in bed.

The moment you lied down, Bucky climbed on top of you. You smiled happily as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Bucky tells you.

"I love you too," you tell him, giving him another kiss.

Bucky was afraid of scaring you when he had nightmares. Though you would never admit to him, he did scare you the first time. Mainly because you didn't know what to do. But now, you knew what to do.

You felt Bucky sit up suddenly, moving the blanket with him. You sat up as well before placing your hand on his. Bucky looked down at you as you cupped his cheek.

"It's okay. You're safe. You're safe," you tell him, pressing your forehead against his. Bucky held onto you as you calmed him down.

"Do you want to go to the rooftop? Get some fresh air?" You asked him.

"Can we?" Bucky asked you. You nodded as you got out of bed with him.

You led him upstairs to the rooftop. Bucky leaned over the ledge a little, calming himself down. You walked over to him and hugged Bucky from behind.

"I got you," you tell him.

"You deserve better," Bucky tells you.

"I just want you," you tell him.

"I don't want to hurt you," Bucky tells you.

"Bucky, we've been together for how long? You can never scare me away," you say to him. Bucky turned around to look at you. He cupped your cheeks before giving you a quick kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Can we just stay out here for a bit?" Bucky asked you. You let out a yawn before nodding.

"Come here," Bucky says. He led you over to the outdoor couch before sitting down. Bucky pulled you down to his lap. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you held his hand.

"We won't be out here long. We'll go back inside in a bit," Bucky tells you.

"Okay," you yawned.

Bucky stared out at the city as you held onto him. Bucky looked over at you and smiled softly. Bucky kissed your forehead softly before looking back at out the city.

"Maybe we can think about getting our own place?" Bucky suggested.

"Where at?"

"I used to grow up in Brooklyn. I think you'd like it there," Bucky tells you.

"We can start looking around there," you tell him. "It'll be nice having our own space."

"Yeah. It'll just you and me. We can have our chili nights and Sam won't complain," Bucky says.

"I'm already sold. And maybe we can raise a family in there?" You suggested.

"How many kids do you want?" Bucky asked.

"Two. Three at most. I've been alone my whole life. It would've been nice to have some siblings," you tell Bucky.

"It was nice to have my sister growing up. Even if we did fight at times like how siblings do," Bucky says.

"Do you miss your family?"

"Yeah. I do. But yet again, if I haven't joined the army, stuck by Steve, I wouldn't have met you. All those hardships finally led to something good," Bucky tells you.

"I miss my family too. At least my parents since they were the only ones I had," you mentioned. "But I'm grateful I have you and everyone else here."

"We should head back inside," Bucky says, carrying you in his arms.

"Bucky. I can walk," you giggled.

"I know. But I like holding you," Bucky tells you with a smile.

"What a coincidence. I like it when you hold me," you smiled at him.

[grimesve1l]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Rick smut where she is carls girlfriend (aged up of course so everyone is 18+) and he cheats on her with Enid so while she’s crying about it she runs into Rick and stuff happens maybe Carl catches them having sex or something?

Shattered

A/n: Tysm for your request!! I hope this meets your expectations!!<3

Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating you never thought you'd find yourself sleeping with his dad but you're not mad about it.

Disclaimer: In this imagine, Carl, Enid and the reader are all in their mid 20's

Warnings: Swearing, age gap (mid 20s + late 30s/early 40s), cheating, angst, smut (mdni), p in v, getting caught

You were heading to you and Carl's favorite spot by the lake when you saw something that made your heart drop. Carl was sitting in his usual spot but instead of you by his side it was Enid. The two were in the middle of a heated make out and didn't notice you at all. Just as you were turning to get away from the awful sight Carl breaks away and makes direct eye contact with you.

He calls out to you but you were already moving towards your house that you unfortunately shared with Carl. Figuring that he would assume you were going to go to your house you decide to go somewhere else instead, somewhere he wouldn't expect. Having had a head start, you quickly escape his line of sight and make your way toward Carols house.

The two of you were close and you knew she would be able to comfort you about this. As you're crossing the street you run into someone. You had kept your head down so no one would notice your tears and weren't really paying attention to what was in front of you.

"Woah there, you alright Y/n? You sure are in a rush." You hear Rick say to you, still looking at the ground. "Sorry." you quickly mutter before attempting to walk around him. Rick grabs a hold of your arm to stop you. "Hold on a second, lemme see your face." he says suddenly curious about why you refuse to look up.

"Rick please, I need to go see Carol." you reply, hoping he'll let you go. "She isn't here, she's on a run with Daryl." he tells you. "Y/n, look at me." Rick says as he lifts your head so you're now facing him. He looks shocked at your tear stained face. For the short while he's known you he's never seen you so upset.

"What happened, is it something with Carl?" he asks knowing that the two of you have bee going out for a couple months now. Hearing Carl's name makes you let out a small sob. "I caught him with Enid at the lake." you tell Rick, fighting back another sob. Rick pauses for a moment before telling you that you can come back to his house until Carol gets back.

The two of you make it back to his house and you sit on the couch while Rick grabs you a drink. Your tears have stopped falling now as a sudden wave of anger washes over you. How could Carl do this after how good you've been to him? As Rick brings you your drink you suddenly get an idea.

You want to make him hurt the way you do and you know just how to do it. "Is there anything I can do for you y/n? Just because Carl did this doesn't mean O want you to think I don't care about you anymore." Rick says sincerely with a gentle hand resting on your knee.

"Make me forget." you say simply. "I'm not really following." Rick says giving you a confused smile. You make close to him causing his hand to move farther up you leg, dangerously close to your core. "Make me forget." you repeat yourself with a look that Rick can't tell you if you're begging or demanding.

"Y/n, I-" Rick begins before you cut him off. "Carl will never know besides he can't really judge considering what he just did with Enid." you tell him. Rick think a for a moment before speaking. "This can only happen once. You understand?" he says looking you in the eyes.

"I understand." you reply. As soon as the words come out of your mouth Ricks on you. He's surprisingly eager considering he seemed to hesitate just a moment ago. Maybe he wasn't so worried about this after all. You fall back onto the couch as Rick settles on top of you between your legs.

You begin to tug at his shirt as he kisses along your neck. "Take this off." you tell him before gasping when he brushes a certain spot. "Your awfully demanding." he says as he leans back to take off his shirt. "We're gonna have to fix that." he mutters as he pulls you up so you're chest to chest.

He removes your shirt and bra before flipping you over on your stomach. You attempt to look behind you but Rick pushes your head back down. "You stay just like that." he tells you as he backs up to pull your leggings and panties down. He props your hips up so he can get a better look at your cunt.

You push your hips back trying to hurry him up but this results in a smack to your ass cheek. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?" he says as he runs a finger through your folds before pushing it into your hole. You let out a whine at his slow pace. "Something wrong?" Rick asks taunting you. "More." you whimper into the couch cushion.

"More like this?" he asks as he slows down until he's barely moving his hand. "No". you respond weakly. "Or more like this?" he asks as he adds another finger and increases his pace significantly. "Yes." you moan as he brings his other hand underneath you to play with your clit. He continues with these motions until he can tell you're getting close.

He abruptly pulls his fingers out and goes to unzip his jeans. Just as your about to complain he replaces his fingers with his cock. "Oh my God." you call out in suprise. Rick continues his brutal pace and once again brings his hand back to your clit.

"Fuck, yes." you say, beginning to move your hips back to meet Ricks thrusts. "Look at you." he says watching as your ass bounces back against him. He slows his pace and lets you fuck your self as he simply watches you. You only quicken your movements once you realize he's slowed down.

You two are so focused on the intimate moment that you don't hear the back door open and shut. You only realize that you two are no longer alone when you hear your ex boyfriends voice from the doorway. "What the fuck is this?" he exclaims. You feel Rick still completely in shock.

You continue moving your hips for two reasons. One was because you could feel your climax approaching quickly and the other was because you didn't care that Carl was there. He had hurt you first and if you decided to get back at him by sleeping with his dad that wasn't really your fault, was it?

A/n: Ngl this was a bit hard fo me to write bc I can't rly see Carl or Rick doing either of these things but this is fanfiction after all. That being said I had been wanting to write for Rick so that helped<3

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You’re Jealous? (Dean Winchester)

Description: Dean gets jealous of Jack

Word Count: 823

He glared at Jack, who took an interest in his wife, as he made her laugh about god knows what. Y/N was younger than Dean and that had always been an insecurity for him. He was looking at the reason why. Y/N was 30 and he was 40, Jack looked to be in his 20’s but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t realize that Jack would be better for her.

Jack could protect her a lot more than Dean could but he would never admit that out loud. He would just glare anytime that Jack talked to Y/N. Y/N hadn’t noticed Dean being shallow towards Jack, so she hadn’t questioned him. Sam was out at the store so it’s not like he could notice, nor did he ever, Cas was oblivious to the whole thing and sat confused with Y/N and Jack as they talked. It took one glance at Dean to see the glare upon his face but he wasn’t sure who it was towards. “Dean, are you okay?” He asked, pulling all the attention on him.

It would be nice if Cas could have walked over here and asked instead of calling attention to it. Y/N looked over at her husband who looked almost embarrassed by being called out. “Dean?” She questioned softly. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her, “What?” He asked. “Cas asked if you were okay.” “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” But Y/N knew better. That was his way of trying to lie. Y/N sighed and excused herself from the table and went over to him. She pulled on his arm to get him to stand up before leading him to the bedroom. He smirked thinking that they were about to have sex but his smirk dropped when she turned to him with a concerned look.

“Dean, what’s going on?” She asked, softly. “I’m fine.” He tried to lie but as his wife she caught on. “Dean, I know when you’re lying.” She told him and he sighed, there was no way out of this. She took his hands, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” She gave him a small smile and he sighed in defeat. “It’s Jack.” She looked confused, “What did Jack do?” She asked, letting go of his hands and sitting on the bed. “He keeps making you laugh.” Y/N’s confused face kept on until she realized what he meant. She stood up from the bed, “Dean, are you really jealous of Jack?” She asked like it was the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. “I-” “You, Dean Winchester, the sexiest man to ever live, are jealous?” She asked. He smirked at her words and walked closer to her, “That what you really think?” He asked seductively and she sighed.

She pushed him away and he looked confused. “Yes Dean but that does not mean we should have sex right now.” She told him. “Why not?” She looked at him like he was stupid, “Dean, this is an issue you have and it needs to be resolved.” He went to talk but she held up a finger, “Without sex.” He sighed, “I’m not jealous of Jack.” “Yes you are. Big deal that he makes me laugh, Dean.” She yelled. Dean hoped that Cas and Jack couldn’t hear them. “Only I should be making you laugh like that.” She rolled her eyes, “Gosh Dean, you sound like a teenager.” She said before sitting back on the bed.

“Why do you care so much about him making me laugh?” She asked him. He sat down next to her, “He’s young and can protect you better than I can.” She turned to him, “What?” “You heard me.” “Dean, I don’t care that he’s closer in age to me or that he can protect me better.” “So you agree that he can protect you better?” She nearly growled at him, “No, you think that but I don’t care. I love you, Dean, not him. I married you.” She said to him.

He looked down feeling stupid for this whole thing. He’s supposed to protect her and be a good husband, not a jealous and insecure one. “Hey.” He looked up at her, “It’s okay that you felt that way, it’s normal. But next time talk to me and don’t try to lie.” She tells him and he nods. She smiles and pulls him into a kiss. He kisses back softly and pulls her into his lap. She pulls away and chuckles, “We can’t have sex right now with those two in the living room. They will hear.” She tells him. He shrugged, “You think I care?” She laughs and gets off him. “No.” She says and leaves the room. Jack and Cas were playing Uno and acting like they didn’t hear the conversation. Dean walks out and looks at the two, “Dean, you have no reason to be jealous.” Jack says.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

NSFW headcannons for Sebastian Krueger

As always Reader is 30+ and female. Appearance neutral.

NSFW under cut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Casual sex? No aftercare. Whoever is the guest uses the toilet, put on their clothes on and leaves. Will tell you to put your clothes on and go if you try to linger.

Relationship? Will grab a towel from the bathroom to wipe down both your bits then lay back down with you to enjoy the afterglow, maybe close his eyes for a bit. Might doze off on your chest for a few min when cuddling with you. (in my sfw list i wrote he's a cuddle bug, will continue with that)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He loves his arms and hands, especially when they are around your waist, holding you down as he fucks you into oblivion, holding you tight to his chest as he fucks up into you from below. On you he loves your voice. He loves hearing your moans, loves hearing your voice break and squeak when you cum. Hearing you trying to say his name but a moan rises up before you can even finish his name.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) He's filthy with cum. He needs you to cum on his fingers multiple times before he will stick his dick in you. Is almost 40 and cant go for multiple rounds like his 20's anymore but needs to make you cum as much as can or until you start begging for his cock. Likes rubbing your pussy slick all over your tits for some reason.

God help you if you are a squirter. It's his mission to have his pelvis and thighs wet. If he can have his balls dripping with both of your spend by the end he will.

Doesn't care to bathe after sex. Likes you both being sticky with dried cum while you cuddle. If you let him he will have both of you going to sleep still sticky and then fucking again in the morning before washing. If you ask why he says he "loves the smell of your cunt"

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Really wants to hide and watch you masturbate. A little voyeurism. Might mention it one day but will never do it against your consent.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Had a lot of one night stands before his whole being a fugitive and wanted for murder. Can blow your back out real good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You laying on top of him chest to chest, him holding you tight to him and fucking up into you. Likes the same but you laying on your back on top of him too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Sometimes, if he's feeling especially joyful. But otherwise he doesn't go out of the way to say something silly unless you do first.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Trimmed short. Not shaved.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) If he loves you and has been apart from you for some time. The man has yearned for you so hard that he will stroking your cheek and kissing your face as he rails into you.

If it's casual or new it's just about the fucking. If he likes you enough he'll kiss you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) If he feels like he needs to or wants to. If you want to watch will gladly let you but it'll either end with you sitting on it or him not letting you touch at all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Manhandling. Picking you up and moving you around into positions and places he wants.

Overstimulation. He can be borderline cruel with it. You've cum hard twice and cant cum anymore? Yes you can and yes you will.

Kama Sutra kind of cock warming. Big on the Lotus position where the two of you hold each other, kiss and ever so gently move your hips against each other, you clenching down around his cock stimulating each other while he holds your hips still. Your pelvic floor muscles are in great shape since you started being serious together.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) In private where he can actually be affectionate with you without worrying about prying eyes and people with ulterior motives. So a bedroom with a locked door 90% of the time

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Nuzzling into his chest and neck like a cat will have him popping a boner real quick. Seeing you doing squats in the base gym has his mind quickly going to times where you've squat fucked him with your hands pressing him down to the bed until his dick was empty. Any time your body is rubbing against him or you are showing your strength gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) No sharing. Will not share and will not be shared. Brats. Doesn't like people that cause drama in general, so if you're a brat apply elsewhere. No hitting each other to hurt. Spanking is fine. No he will not punch you in the tits, stomach or kick you in the pussy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to receive. Likes letting you do your own thing. Thoroughly enjoys seeing you choke yourself on his dick on your own. One time you made him lean back and you fucked his dick with your face. Treated your own throat like it was a fleshlight for him and he can never forget it, it's the first thing he thinks of when jacking off.

Eats you out like a champ. Usually saves it for when he has you overstimulated from coming on his fingers several times. Then he'll suck and lick your clit like it's a candy with a special center, at the same time he'll be fingering you hard. Always finishes by licking his hand and your cunt clean.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Likes a good slow sensual fuck most of the time with you, he wants to feel every inch of you but, He does love having you face down, ass up, having a hand on your shoulder holding you down while he fucks you hard and fast. Your incoherent babbles are just so sweet to his ears

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) If he wasn't a wanted fugitive and he could take more risks in your relationship then he would be fine bending you over your desk in your office on base and fuck you good. He wants to keep this between you private to protect you from his enemies. He's unknowingly being protected from your enemy too so it works out for you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Happy to try new positions and roleplays.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Not as long as in his prime. He's 39 now and he has about one decent round in him. That's why he makes you cum all over his fingers and hand before he even sticks his cock in you. He's got about 5 min from then before he's struggling not to cum. Some how can last for hours during cock warming but if his cock is moving in and out of you he's a gonner.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Is all for them. Usually used on you but he likes cockrings. Helps him last longer and makes his cock that little bit thicker

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) When it comes to overstimulating you he'll coo things like "you poor thing, so sensitive, hm?" "oh, you cannot cum anymore? Of course you can. I will show you" "have you gone stupid from cumming already?"

Is super into mutual edging. Both of you edging each other or yourselves together.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Very vocal with the sweet and dirty talk. Likes you to be vocal in return. You gasping and moaning his name is his favourite tune~

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Not really into anal despite having a great cock for it. Has seen to much porn in his younger days where women have done damage to their buttholes and doesn't want to do that to anyone, especially someone he cares about. Will fuck your ass a few times a year, months between for potential healing. He's very stern on waiting between times you guys have anal for some reason.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 5.7 inches. Curves up slightly and decently thick. You can feel the stretch of it every time he is inside of you. Never hurts or bruises. It's perfect for you and it's not too big to fuck your ass with.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) When you're having time off together, you guys fuck until you both start chaffing. If you have been apart from each other for an extended period of time. this man yearns for you hard. It's the kind of yearning that pulls out his favorite position. He needs you close to him and the two of you touching as much as possible,

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Will have a small nap with you for 10-15 min once clean up is done. If it's day time then he gets up after the nap and does stuff. At night time will encourage you to take your meds or w/e you do before bed and then snuggle up and sleep in each others arms.

[howtofightwrite]

I'm writing a scene where character A gets ambushed by an assassin. A gets injured and starts bleeding out. B swoops in to save them in the nick of time, but A starts fading in and out of consciousness. B transports A using a horse-drawn carriage (setting is 1890's London, so no cars) to a safe place for medical attention. Would the carriage be safe enough for transportation or make things worse? Also, any ideas where the wound could plausibly be located on A? (Stab/cut, no guns.)

Okay, so this is a good news/bad news situation.

The good news is that blood loss is really easy to understand. If someone pokes a hole in you, and you start leaking, you'll generally keep leaking at a pretty consistent rate until you manage to stop the leak, or until you start getting additional holes poked in you.

Now, joking aside, moving around, and staying active can accelerate bleed out. Especially if you're engaging in activity that keeps your heart rate up. For example: Running, or fighting. But, normally, you're going to keep losing blood at a fairly consistent rate. (Now, it's worth noting, as you lose blood, your body will actually increase your heart rate to keep oxygen going to your brain. This means that the rate of loss isn't completely consistent. You'll also start hyperventilating.)

The fun part about blood loss is it can actually turn into a math problem. If you know the volume lost per interval, you can calculate roughly how long it will take to die. Just take 2,000, then divide that by the blood lost in milliliters per interval (so, for example, minutes), and then you will know how many minutes your character has before they bleed to death. (Technically you can go over that two liters lost a little bit. (In sloppy napkin math, this means that you'll slightly overestimate how long the character will last.)

Here's the problem.

Hypovolemic shock has four recognized stages. These stages are bracketed by how much blood you've lost. Stage one is up to 15%, Stage two is 15-30%, Stage 3 is 30-40%, and Stage 4 is 40% or more. You might know that the human body has roughly five liters of blood in it, and if you were paying attention you'll notice that two liters is 40% of five liters.

As a quick aside, Stage 1's only symptom is that you'll be a little paler than usual. Otherwise you're basically fine (even if you don't feel particularly great.) To put this in context, you can (almost) lose a liquor bottle's worth of blood without serious side effects.

Once you hit stage 2 and 3, you'll see some mental issues. Anxiety and restlessness at Stage 2, confusion and impaired reasoning at stage 3.

Loss of consciousness (and comas) are symptoms of stage 4 blood loss.

This is the bad news. If you are losing consciousness from loss of blood, you have already lost so much blood that your body (and possibly your brain) are already dying. Humans can lose a frightening amount of blood before it incapacitates them. And, that fun little math problem earlier, the time to death that you're calculating, is also the time to loss of consciousness, because there's a tiny margin between, you bled to the point that you're drifting in and out of consciousness, and, you have bled to death.

There's still some hope here, but it's not great. First aid for hypovolemic shock is to stop the bleeding. It kinda makes sense, because if you don't, they'll bleed to death and after that, it won't really matter. That means, if you're swooping in to the rescue, the first thing you need to do is stop the bleeding, as best you can. When you're already looking at someone in stage 3 or 4, you're not going to stop it in the field, and the best you can do is buy time. But that is a critical step.

This leads to a really important question. How long did it take your character to lose two liters of blood?

Because, if they lost that much blood duringthe fight (which is, actually possible with some arterial hits), there is no medical science that would keep them alive long enough to get them to a surgeon. Not in 1890, and even in 2024 it'd be touch and go with modern emergency trauma packs.

This is a mortal wound.

Now, if you slow it down, and they're bleeding out over the course of the ride, that's entirely feasible. You'll probably want to read up on the exact stages of hypovolemic shock, keep in mind that the stages do transition from one into the next. And, keep in mind that, “slipping in and out of consciousness,” is basically the end. At that point they're about to die. Immediate surgical attention could still save their life, but they need a hospital. This is beyond the scope of what a back alley clinic could reasonably deal with.

I know I didn't address it earlier, but, “where,” could be pretty much wherever. So long as it didn't sever an artery, because at that point they would be dead. Arterial nicks could result in serious bleeding over time. Really, any serious, persistent blood loss that refuses to clot could create a situation like this. Deep tissue penetration, particularly when it damages internal organs, can be pretty nasty, and surprisingly hard to stop a bleed. If someone is hemorrhaging internally, that's going to require surgical attention to keep them alive, and any effort to stop the bleed will really be wasted effort (because they'll continue bleeding into the chest cavity), though, unless your characters have a pretty solid grasp of anatomy, they're unlikely to know that.

The real issue here, from a practical application, is just the, “swooping in at the last minute.” If you're really coming in at the last minute, you've got a minute to make peace with their death, and move on. If you get there sooner, you have more of a scene. You have more options to spool out the drama, and subvert expectations.

Consider, alternately: Your character comes in to disrupt the assassin, and the pair make their escape. While escaping, the character who's been injured discovers they're bleeding. Leading their rescuer to realize that the situation is much worse than they initially thought, and having to change route to a hospital, while the injured character starts to become less coherent.

In this alternative, you can carefully track how quickly the character is bleeding out, so that they're getting into the hospital right around the time it's starting to become touch and go. With a real possibility that they'll die, either before or during surgery. (Also, with added stress that now your character needs to keep them safe in a public space, while that assassin is still on the loose, and they can't move the injured character to someplace more secure.)

So, you've got options, and now you've got a math problem you can play with to figure out how quickly your characters will expire after you poke new holes in them.

-Starke

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[allastoredeer]

Hello, don't mind me, I just need to vent for a second.

First off, I just wanna say, as an aroace person on the ace-spectrum, feel free to ship Alastor all you want. Ship him with anyone. Have fun with it. Sex repulsed. Non-sex repulsed. Grey-ace. Demisexual. Pure unadulterated smut. Whatever, have at it. I love that shit.

Just please do it without infantilizing ace-aro people.

The amount of art, fics, and takes I've come across that's so patronizing to Alastor and his sexuality. Thing's like Alastor venting to Rosie about his feelings for a character with the caption "Alastor feeling love for the first time." Or Alastor wanting to have sex with a character and having feelings about that, and someone commenting "That's called a boner, sweetheart. That means you like them 🤭"

Like??? Like do ya'll not see how patronizing that sounds? Being ace-aro doesn't mean you don't know your own body. It doesn't mean you don't understand the functions of your body.

It doesn't mean you've never experienced intense emotions. It doesn't mean you've never experienced love before.

And, look, I know these are meant to be jokes. I know. People are joking. I laughed at the first few I came across, too. It's not meant to be harmful or condescending; no one means it that way. But there's been so much with such...bad takes recently, and I don't know about any other ace-spec people (I don't speak for all ace-specs. Hell, there are probably other ace-spec's who don't mind, enjoy it, or are making content like it themselves. I just speak for myself) but GOD it's getting uncomfortable.

Alastor is in his late 30's-early 40's in human years. That is the established age range we have for him. Do you really think that he'd go that long without ever experiencing "love?" He went through puberty just like everyone else, do you think he doesn't understand his own body???

Being asexual, or sex-repulsed, or touch-repulsed doesn't mean you automatically don't explore these parts of yourself. It doesn't mean he's never, once in his life, touched his own dick, or pussy, or whatever genitalia you're giving him. He can still very well be a "virgin" (which in and of itself is a social construct) while also knowing his body and confidently handling any "sexual needs" he has.

Do you really think he doesn't know what a boner is? That in all the years he's been alive and dead (on Earth and in Hell), he wouldn't have experienced these things once? (And you know what? Maybe he hasn't! Perhaps there are ace's out there like that! But you're telling me he doesn't KNOW what that is??? Really???)

Ah, no, it's all because he just hasn't found the right person yet, right? It's not until Lucifer/Angel Dust/Vox, whoever found him, and they gave him these feelings, and oh no, poor Bambi is feeling twitterpated and horny for the first time, isn't that romantic!

Honestly, not really. It just sounds like the same, stupid shit ace-aro people hear from family, friends, and acquaintances about their sexuality. You know, the tried and true: "Oh, you just haven't found the right person yet. You'll want all that eventually, you'll see😊"

Do you not see how frustrating that is?

Look, I am all down for Alastor exploring parts of himself. I want him to navigate different relationships, feel them out, figure out what kind of relationship he wants and what he's okay and not okay with doing. But there are ways to do that without treating him like a little UwU silly baby boy who doesn't know his own body, or his own emotions, or his own relationships with other characters. Like he needs someone to teach him about himself.

How about instead, he finds someone he feels comfortable exploring these elements with? Instead of them "teaching" him how to fuck, or masturbate, or whatever the hell you want to call it, they're giving him the room and safe-space to explore it at his own pace??!!

It comes across as someone who isn't on the ace-spectrum "teaching" an ace-spec character about their own sexuality which puts such a gross taste in my mouth. Or, at least, that's how it comes across to me.

And the thing is, I know people aren't going to stop. I know they're going to keep infantilizing Alastor and his aro-ace identity, and I wasn't originally going to make this post, because you can't control what people do in fandom.

So this is mostly just a post to say: HEY! Hello! Ace-aro person here! I hope you all are having fun and I love that you're exploring Alastor's asexual/aromantic identity! Especially those who may not be in the ace-spectrum themselves, as you're learning about us and our experiences! That's awesome! Can we just do that while also treating Alastor like the adult he is? Can we do that without being infantilizing and patronizing about his sexual identity? Please?"

That's all I really wanted to say. I just needed to get this off my chest instead of letting it fester. This isn't an attack on anyone, this is just the perspective of an Alastor multi-shipper who loves exploring his relationships with other characters (sexually and non-sexually) and deep-diving into the dynamics of the show.

Thanks for reading.

[baronessvonglitter]

Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader | wc: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

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You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

divider by @enchanthings 👑

[bloodlineee1]

"⋆𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭⋆"

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.⋆ 𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝔁𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙.⋆𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱? 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.⋆ [̲̅S][̲̅M][̲̅U][̲̅T] 𝟙𝟠+

Just a quick request—it's a bit rushed, but I hope you like it!!!

Hey everyone! 😊 I’d love to hear your thoughts on this new layout I’ve been trying out! Let me know if you like it! Thanks! 💖

Y/N is a bit confused because they rarely go out. He usually comes over to her place, she cooks for him, and they watch movies together until they fall asleep on the couch. This has been a tradition for them since their teenage years. They are truly best friends, so she has suppressed her feelings for him, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship.

She is very excited to see Jon. Y/N hasn't seen him in months. They text and FaceTime every day, but it's not the same.

she wasn't sure what to wear so she decided to call him.

"greetings baby girl" she hears him smile.

so she does too.

"you're adorable, Hi baby boy" she rolls her eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes, What you up to?" he scolds her even though he can't see her.

"how'd you- Just trying to find an outfit, What should I wear?" she looks around her room for a camera.

"Because I know you but a sweater and jeans, that's what I'm wearing," he says so surely.

"where are we going?" she questions.

"you'll see when we get there"

"Okay whatever" she rolls her eyes.

"your eyes are gonna get stuck like that, damn it I have to go but I'll see you later baby girl" he laughs.

"okay baby boy be safe love ya" she makes a kissing noise.

"love ya" he does the same.

Y/N decided to take a nap before the show to avoid falling asleep during it, which was a habit of hers.

5:40 pm

Y/N was banned after getting into a fight with a fan who was heckling Jon.

oops.

She got ready and was then notified that the Uber he had ordered was outside.

Additionally, they share an Uber account as well as all of their streaming services.

6:30 at the arena.

Jon meets her out side the arena.

"hey baby girl" he picks y/n up and puts her over his shoulder.

"Jon put me down" she smacks his butt.

"don't smack my butt" he yells.

"then put me down" she yells.

“We’re gonna sit in my locker room until it’s time for my match” he puts her down.

“Okay” she fixes her shirt that lifted.

“Hungry?” he puts his arm around her

“Not really” she shrugs.

"alright then" he puts her over his shoulder again.

She secretly loves it.

"Jon put me down seriously," she says and he ignores her.

During Jon's match

Y/N hasn't Argued with a fan and his match is almost over, which is a new record because one thing she never played about was her best friend.

his match was the last of the night and he was bleeding again....

"Jon be careful" y/n yelled at him as he climbed the ropes.

he hits his finisher and the bell rings.

He celebrates, grabs the title, and takes the mic to make a promo.

“This is the result of hard work and believing in myself. And I can't express how much it means to have you, my beautiful y/n, sitting right there in the front row, cheering me on since we were just 15. Your support has always lifted me up. I love you deeply, and I cherish every moment we spend together. It’s been hard keeping my feelings hidden—lets go steady and do this foreeal what do you say baby girl?.” He smiles gently, standing closely to y/n, who is wiping away her tears.

The crowd cheers.

“Boy I just got my lashes done” she laughs while crying.

“I’m sorry baby girl, will you be my girlfriend?” he smiles wiping her eyes.

Say yes chants start

“Duhhhh” she laughs at their inside joke.

“Duhhhh” he mocks, before kissing her.

The crowd erupts.

“Alright everyone, I must go. We have places to be.” He picks y/n up and walks her to the back while his theme song plays; he’s so cheesy.

“Your so cheesy” she giggles.

They spent their night At their favorite burger spot.

And now well...

“Fuck. Wanted this for so long.” He mumbles.

His head was currently between y/n thighs devouring her showing no mercy, if the head was this amazing she was excited yet so scared of what his dick was gonna do to her.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner fuckkk” she moaned loudly when he latched on to her swollen clit.

“Oh that’s the spot huh? Did that feel good doll?” He smiled.

Y/n nods her head trying to scoot away from him.

“Oh your a wuss if your running now your gonna be sprinting later babe” he chuckled.

“Shut the f-oh” he puts a finger in.

“You have such a potty mouth” he puts a second finger in.

“And you don’t?” She laughs.

“Touché” he smacks her thigh.

“I’m gonna cum” she moans.

"not yet" He gets up and pulls her closer to the edge of the bed.

he smacks his dick on her swollen clit making her whimper and then slowly lines himself up with her entrance.

“You sure?” He asks.

Looking at her face for any display of second guessing.

“Yes please” she begs y/n wanted him so bad rn more than ever.

He slowly enters her letting y/n adjust to his size.

When she did he treated her like the slut she always wanted to be.

“Fuck Jon your so big” y/n moans.

He had her in missionary giving him the perfect opportunity to hit all her spots, he knew her body so well and she was in pure ecstasy.

"l ain't never been small babygirl" he smirks while pounding into her.

His strokes were persistent and he gave her just enough dick to drive her crazy.

"No stop I can't take it” She pushed at his stomach.

"you want me to stop” he slows down his strokes.

"No don't stop,don't stop.”she begs.

“No?” he goes faster and grabs her hair.

“Oh my-” she gasps.

Jon loved this fucked out look on her face he never thought he could be more in love with y/n face she's covered in sweat and her hair is sticking to her face but she couldn't be more beautifull in his eyes.

"tell me you love me " he whispered in her ear his hand still in her curls.

" I love - fuck " she gasps.

" I love -fuck you more " he chuckles.

“Your so deep” she starts to tear up.

“But you’re taking me so well baby girl” he moans.

he gives her a little more and right when he felt her about to cum he pulled out and put her In doggy position, he's been edging y/n all night and it was driving her crazy it was nothing she wanted more in this moment than too cum for Jon.

" You wanna cum babydoll?" he smacks her ass and grips it.

" Yes so bad please let me cum." y/n whines.

" Can you wait for me, baby? Just a little more for me okay? You're taking me so well" he rubs her back for comfort while he goes deeper.

" Okay, okay" she moans.

“That's my good girl, such.a.good.fucking.girl.baby,” he says with each stroke going harder with every word.

Her eyes rolled back, y/n is so overstimulated she just wants to Cum.

“ I told you they were gonna get stuck like that.” he laughs.

She wants to say something back but all she can think of is cuminng.

“ Plea-, please let me cum.” she begs.

“go ahead babygirl you deserve it” he finally lets her.

She squirted all over his dick while her body shook in pleasure, she's never felt anything like that before she was in total shock she didn't even realize Jon nutted in her.

“Fuck jon” y/n says while they lay together out of breath.

"A squirter huh?” he kisses her forehead before getting up and getting into the bathroom to make her bath.

"You learn something new everyday” she says still out of breath.

She gets up to use the bathroom, and while on the toilet it finally dawns on her that Jon nutted in her.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?”

“Your cum is dripping out of me”

“Were pregnant” he yells.

"That's not funny, Jon," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just kidding, relax! We'll go to Walgreens after our bath," he said, laughing.

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Prompt List

Hey! I am so sorry for not uploading for like five months! I really want to start uploading again but I think doing so many Taylor Swift inspired prompts burnt me out - if you sent a request or do send one I will get to it just give me time.

Here is a prompt list I'll be using from now on, like always if you have your own idea(s), send them in!

These's prompts include: "dialogue", 'anything in quotations is what the whole fic will be based around', 5 times plus 1, AU's and more!

Send in just one or merge some ideas together!

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1 - “You’re in love with her, you know that right?”

2 - “I didn’t know where else to go.”

3 - “I’m replaceable, you’re not.”

4 - “You kept it?”

5 - Leaning their head on their shoulder

6 - “Because that’s what you and I do, we protect each other.”

7 - “I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there is nothing I have ever believed in more.”

8 - Person A getting hurt protect Person B

9 - “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

10 - “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

11 - “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

12 - 5 times Person A and B correct people about their relationship status and the 1 time they just accept it

13 - Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. The world goes back to black and white when they die.

14 - “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

15 - Accidental love confession

16 - “You’re staring at him/her again.”

17 - “Give me one good reason why I should trust you?” “Because no matter how much you hate me, you know I have never lied to you.”

18 - “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

19 - “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

20 - “You had your chance with her. You had your chance and you blew it, and this is my chance and I am not going to blow it because we are made for each other.”

21 - ‘I still hope there is more to our story. Maybe we just had to fall apart to find each other again one day.’

22 - “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you and you weren’t there!”

23 - “It’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier.”

24 - “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you and you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”

25 - ‘I am usually an optimist but I have never hoped for a sad ending like I do for you and her.’

26 - “I can’t say if the day I met you was the best or worst day of my life.”

27 - “Don’t look at me like that.”

28 - ‘Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.’

29 - “She’s my best friend, that’s never changed.” “Yeah, the only thing that changed was your feelings for her.”

30 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

31 - “You’d die for her?”

32 - ‘He had that awkward tenderness of someone who had never been in love and was forced to improvise.’

33 - “I did it for you, you idiot.”

34 - “If I never see you again just know that I love you so, so much.”

35 - ‘He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else.’

36 - “I thought you were dead!”

37 - Squeezing their hand reassuringly

38 - “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

39 - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

40 - “I can’t do this without you. I won’t do this without you.”

41 - “See? I told ya they’d get together.”

42 - ‘There is some good left in this world and it is worth fighting for.’

43 - Born with your soulmates first name tattooed on your body

44 - ‘There are some people that you meet and you just know from the get go that they are important, that you have to do anything to keep them in your life. He was that person.’

45 - “You came to me, begging me for help!”

46 - “Tell me about your life before all of this.”

47 - ‘S/he would always be my biggest what if.’

48 - “It turns out I’m absolutely terrible at staying away from you.”

49 - One being forced to hurt the other but refusing, getting themselves hurt instead

50 - “Why is it always the people you can’t trust saying “trust me”?”

51 - ‘If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.’

52 - “You can’t sleep yet kid, I need you to stay awake.”

53 - ‘We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop, in a faraway city somewhere and we could give it another shot.’

54 - Five times they wanted to say ‘I love you’ and the 1 time they finally did

55 - “I always thought you were the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

56 - “I’ve never had a family before.”

57 - “I’m not leaving without her.”

58 - ‘Sometimes we do everything right and it’s still not enough.'

59 - “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

60 - ‘We’re in love, we just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?’

61 - “Take me instead. Leave her/him and take me.”

62 - Sitting together on a rooftop

63 - “I think…I’m in love with (Name.)” “Congrats on being the last one to find out.”

64 - Needing somebody else to point out the fact you have feelings for character

65 - “I know we’re not…friends or anything, but…I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

66 - Drunken kiss

67 - “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

68 - ‘Home is not where you are from. It’s where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person.’

69 - “If I had it my way, we’d never leave this bed.” 

70 - ‘Everything that needs saying, truly saying, begins with a lump in the throat.’

71 - When mysterious injuries appear on your body, it’s because your soulmate got them.

72 - ‘For old times sake.’

73 - “I’m never gonna be good enough for you, am I?”

74 - “Don’t hurt him! Just stop hurting him, please!”

75 - ‘Sometimes there are no words that can help. Sometimes you just need to sit together in silence and try to come to terms with how the world works.’

76 - “When I let a day go by without talking to you, that’s just not a good day.”

77 – “Do you have a plan?” “I have a gun.”

78 - “How long did you think you could hide that?”

79 - “Leave with me.”

80 - ‘She was good and he needed a little good in his life because without it there was an awful lot of darkness.’

81 - 5 places Person A and B have kissed plus the 1 place where they did more than that

82 - “Honestly I wasn’t listening but I always disagree with whatever you say.”

83 - “There’s no way I’m sharing a bed with you.” “You’re more than welcome to sleep on the floor.”

84 - Person B is frowning all the time but Person A can always see when they are happy (Grumpy x Sunshine)

85 - ‘I want you to always remember me. Will you remember that I existed and that I stood next to you here like this?”

86 - “I’ll do it, but only because you asked me to.”

87 - 5 times Person A treated Person B’s injuries, plus 1 time Person B treated Person A’s injury.

88 - ‘Maybe one day we’ll meet again and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.’

89 - "Dying in the middle of nowhere doesn't seem so bad if you're here."

90 - “Oh no, you’re a morning person.”

91 - “I hate you.” “I love you too.”

92 - “No, don't stop, keep talking. I like hearing you talk.”

93 - “Are you cold?”

94 - “What do you want from me?”

95 - “Look, I know you hate me but I don’t know what to do and I really need some help.”

96 - “I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

97 - “I wish things had been different.”

98 - “I can’t leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, can I?”

99 - “You’re not sleeping?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “Don’t want you to stab me the second I close my eyes.” “I won’t.”

100 - “This isn’t just an (object), it’s a promise.”

[rilakeila]

exchange of roses, ep 1: the battle between the two brutes

host club! jjk x fem!reader

ep. overview the former kendo champs, sukuna and mori, face off in a kendo duel. let's see how this goes!

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu technology academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club in an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: erm, the next two events will def be more interactive with the ohshc, the club specialty ep will def have a lot of ohshc/jjk interactions. im just being indecisive rn

the clashing of the shinai (sword made of bamboo) sounded through the room reserved for jujutsu tech. the early morning awoken by the continuous practicing of techniques against the dummies. it wasn't as if there was some sort of waver in sukuna's confidence for the upcoming event later in the day. perhaps, it was the weight of his club's reputation because of his greediness and pride from the prior day's small conference despite it was his doing.

he shook off the thought by striking the side of the body with the outer third of the shinai. his concentration was broken only to hear snoring, causing him to sigh. he brought satoru and (y/n) to accompany him. for the former, they were supposed to train together, and for the latter, she was only there for moral support. endearing, really.

trailing over to the sprawled out figure, he dropped the tip of the shinai onto his stomach, causing satoru to jolt and immediately sit up straight, arms at ready to fight. his eyes followed up to the shinai and its holder, "oh, it's just you. what time is it?"

sukuna glanced over to the clock, "8:06."

"ugh, it's so early," satoru plopped down onto the ground, stretching his limbs star-like. he looked over to their manager, "and, she's still sleeping."

(y/n) was slumped over, neck surely hurting. she was at first delighted to watch the two spar and prepare for their martial arts games. she watched intently, handing genuine praises out, knowing both thrived off of them. sukuna would never display his appreciation for them, but she noticed he holds his head a little higher, more tilt in his smirk. as time passed, satoru tapping out by 6:00, both succumbed to slumber.

without much thought, sukuna lightly poked her head with the shinai, causing satoru to swat away the stick. she stirred, only to snap her eyes open, remembering where was, "what time is it?"

"7:08."

hearing the time, she laid down, resting her eyes, "it's too early."

"tch," sukuna turned around, swinging around the shinai.

"my neck hurts," she groaned, trying to massage the crick.

"i'm surprised that you didn't move around," satoru flailed his arms around on top of her, which he earned a heavy hand to the stomach.

"if you two are both going to lounge around, then leave," sukuna chastised.

"awww, kuna, but we've been here since earlier. we're both more than ready."

"we all need to leave, the announcements start at 8:30. i can't have you both missing breakfast either," (y/n) rose to her feet, trying to pull satoru up with her. she eventually quit, when he went deadweight. "sukuna, you don't start until 8:45 later, and your first opponent isn't really anyone that i've heard of. you'll be fine. be at breakfast soon."

the pink-haired teen grumbled, but his stomach seemed to reflect his sound. breakfast doesn't sound too bad.

8:40.

"look, there's itadori-kun"

honey pointed through the glass windows of the gymnasium. there was sukuna, preparing for his first round of the day with (y/n) holding his men (helmet). he was fastening his kote (gloves), which he soon put his helmet on, bonking the top of (y/n)'s head in the process.

"he looks scary with all of that on," kaoru commented.

the ouran host club gathered around honey senpai at the window, watching the match get started. sukuna and his opponent bowed to each other before bowing to the officials with the referees. now, the match was on.

sukuna's personality reflected how his techniques and how executed kendo. teasing, he had a sway in the way he holds his shinai, falsifying whether he would initiate an attack. this would allow catching his enemies off balance, which is when he first strikes.

"kote!" ippon, the perfect strike.

the red flag raised to signal a point to sukuna. cheers echoed in the gym, and the host club couldn't help but cheer with them. the players reset once more in the middle before resuming the match at the referee's call.

"he moved so fast," hikaru exclaimed.

"itadori-chan hasn't changed one bit with his techniques. he's still so fun to watch!" honey said. he eyed takashi, who used to look up to sukuna's techniques when they were all younger. the two never formally met the pink-haired student, however, it's hard to miss those colored tufts with loud cheers when passing through the championships.

the ouran host club watched intently, if they took their eyes off, they might miss an important attack.

however the other player wasn't making any offensive moves, probably unsure how to attack him. sukuna lessened his tough stance, hoping the other would just charge at him, but there was no budge. he started to quickly swing at the shinai, hopefully waking up the sorry guy. however, there was an opportunity that sukuna doesn't ever miss. he trapped the player, giving him the opening to thrust the tip of the shinai to his neck.

the red flag goes up once more, and the bell signalling that the match was over. they go to their respective starting positions, wrapping up the match. cheers roared through the gym, as sukuna removed his men off.

"woah, he's so cool," kaoru marveled, the twins pretending to be kendo players with imaginary. tamaki was already taking pictures with his phone during the entirety of match, which his members caught him ("it's just for reference.")

"his last kendo tournament, he only lost as the referees were paid off to let the other person win. since then, he hasn't been seen competing," kyoya stated.

"he was supposed to compete in takashi's last tournament but he pulled out of it last minute," honey added, earning a nod from the taller male.

truth be told, sukuna only missed that tournament as the host club had a beach vacation at the special request of kento. no one wanted to pass over the opportunity to a holiday or how kento asked for something.

"well, mori-senpai, we'll be rooting for you in your kendo match," haruhi smiled before the twins dragged her into the gym, trying to find seats.

"you'll do amazing, senpai!" tamaki shared a grin before quickly following the trio, shouting after them.

a small smile on takashi's face at the encouragement from his members. honey noticed the contentment on his face, knowing how grateful he was despite the little words the taller expressed. he pulled his cousin down, enough to pat the top of his head, "good luck out there."

even with nothing said, he just feels everything completely.

"the next two sections, martial arts and table tennis, will be happening concurrently at around 10:30. so try to support both groups as best as possible," (y/n) read off from her clipboard, earning a salute from her members. ieiri and yu were participating in the table tennis duo matches, while satoru would be participating in the martial arts (which he found out that the specific art was karate aka not his favorite).

"and what sport will you be participating in, miss manager?" suguru questioned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"none, everything is all on you guys today," she answered, in honesty, she wasn't feeling any of the individual events and would rather wait until tomorrow to expend any of her energy.

"that's no fun, but it'll be great having you support all of us. i expect the same amount of attention from you when i prepare for the relay," suguru pointed to the fact that she was helping sukuna prepare for his round earlier.

"he's just been on edge since this morning, figured the least i can do is help him with his equipment," she said, causing suguru to hum in response.

currently, the tall member from the ouran host club, morinozuka-san if she remembers correctly, was completing his kendo round. based on the portfolio kyoya built for them, he was a national kendo champion. the clicks of the bamboo swords heard through the gym. morinozuka currently playing the defensive side, as his opponent continued to play with a set of aggressive attacks.

it was already 1-0, due to morinozuka taking an advantage in the first minute of the match. however the round of kendo were only set for 10 minutes, and it looked like morinozuka-san was now playing for time before he strikes.

that was what sukuna was talking about during his morning session. he was already thinking about what was three steps ahead of him, as he usually does. sukuna brought up as him and morinozuka's strategies and techniques are about the same, and their match might have an extending round.

"look at him go, he has great balance," satoru commented as he watched.

"yeah, he's kinda the same to sukuna with the way he fights, but somehow very different," yu mentioned the fighting style. (y/n) thinks how morinozuka isn't as badgering as sukuna, probably has more patience and firmness.

morinozuka slipped through a weakness of his opponent, catching him completely off guard.

ippon! strike to the neck, and it was game.

"he ended the match, just like sukuna-senpai did," yu exclaimed.

cheers erupted again once the bell signalled the ending of the match.

"10 minutes until the final round with sukuna and that guy," ieiri said as their pink-haired host trailed in behind her, carrying his bag of items with him.

"that was fast, final round already?" suguru questioned. there were matches happening concurrently, but there should have been a couple of dozens.

"a lot of them forfeited kendo and martial arts, seeing who their competition was," kento answered. he was on patrol for (y/n), updating her on any information in terms of matches and the entire exchange event.

"losers!" satoru cried out, laughing, seemingly the only one who found it funny. "oh, come on, guys."

"alright, sukuna, you're up next!"

this is annoying. sukuna's pride and need to be irritating (according to (y/n)) always got in the way. sometimes, it worked in their favor, sometimes not. and in this situation, it's biting sukuna's ass. he never exerted extra efforts unless the outcome severely aided him in his favor. and now, he's stuck going toe-to-toe with a national kendo champion because he decided to say some shit (even if himself is champion, also)

typically, (y/n) or kento saves him (or satoru and suguru) when he's mouthing off, but they didn't.

he sighs while hopping back to resume his stance.

two options: give up by letting up or let run time

both options would result in failure in some way. the latter, in kendo rules, would result in an extension, and he still has to continue playing. the first would honestly just ruin his reputation, and morinozuka would see right through it. however if he forgoes both options and tries, it would seep into the second option regardless.

he's not the type to do it for anyone but himself, but why does he have the sudden urge to just do it for the club. no, he'll do it for himself despite if there's nothing to gain from it. what's the point if he can't win?

sukuna scanned the player in front of him, figuring out what would be the best way to earn a perfect hit. the height difference between both of them wasn't off too much, him just being a little taller than morinozuka. there wasn't many weak points to strike, but he would be able to test the waters.

he pulls the first offensive move since the beginning of the match. the bamboo sticks ring through the gym, both trying to earn a point. at this point, there shouldn't be much time left on the clock.

"this match is a little boring," hikaru yawned, to viewers, the match seemed to be rather long.

"we're going to find something more entertaining," kaoru completed his brother's thoughts, almost walking away until tamaki stopped them.

"hey, wait a minute, it's the last match and the least we can do for mori-senpai is to watch him," their boss made them sit back down, but they couldn't go without a huff. "what do you think will happen, honey-senpai?"

"it's hard to say. i bet both of their motives are for the clubs. since their techniques mirror each others quite well, i think the officials will send them to a draw without a round extension and give both a point in team points," honey said, as he downed a piece of his cake.

takashi tried to lunge and strike sukuna's left side of his torso, until it was blocked. there hasn't been a match where he was so unsure of what he planned to do for an attack, but here, this pink-haired teen has him stumped. they seem to mirror each other's movements and the plan of defense was, and even when he tries to do a technique he has never done, it's blocked. and it's back to square one.

sukuna almost plans to make a fool of himself and just charge without a technique, but it would give kiddish and actually tarnish his name. he could play dirty and force him out of bounds or make him drop his shinai.

however the bell rings, signalling the end of the match. the red and white flags raised. the two concede, finishing with the formalities to end a kendo match, waiting for the call from the officials.

"morinozuka takashi and itadori sukuna, the match ends in a draw. both performances leading up to this round have been tallied, which assumes into a draw. the games of table tennis and martial arts will start in an hour, please proceed."

"hmph," sukuna bows to takashi once more before mirroring his footsteps to exit the middle of the gym. he was rather unsure how to feel about the ending. he finds his members gathered together, waiting for him, grins all on their faces minus kento who only smiles softly.

"you did great, kuna!" their president first hugs him, which ends up piling everyone into embracing their cocky member. despite the uncertain ending to his kendo match, there was no doubt of the one skip in his heart as his club congratulated him.

that's enough skips for one day.

extra

8:40

"do you ever get nervous fighting or like before? do you feel anything during match days?" (y/n) questioned, watching sukuna adjust his equipment.

"no, i don't feel anything," he answered. though, he knew that she wouldn't have a random question without a reason, "what makes you ask?"

"just wondering." she fiddled with the flaps of the bottom of the helmet. "i don't know, i was also thinking about how angry i would be if i was playing a sport and so close to being a champion, only for me to lose because people got paid to alter the outcome."

he remembers that day vaguely, as he just wanted to push out the emotions that filled in him in those moments. so, it was a lie that he doesn't feel anything, that day, he felt everything. not even in a good way.

"that day, once i figured out the referees were paid off for the last round, why try if the result was already set in stone," he blankly stated, pulling his gloves on. the thing was he did try, he tried the best he was able to, everyone was counting on him that day. his host club, his family, but it just had to be paid off. so close to reaching his one goal, only to be snatched away by greed.

"is that why you stopped participating in kendo? because it might happen again?," she always knew, and he wasn't sure if he hated that she always knew.

"no," he was going to answer, but he wasn't sure how to respond anymore without giving her any leverage. he did lose the passion of participating in his club outside of the academy, as well as the one at jujutsu tech.

"hmm.. just a thought. but i wouldn't let anyone take what i enjoy away from me." she handed him his helmet with a soft smile on her face, "just so you know, we all knew you won that last point. we knew you won that day."

with that stupid smile on her face, he snatched the helmet.

and with that stupid skip in his heart, "get out of here."

ep 1, complete.

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Is DC at the stage where they're unwilling to let time flow anymore (a 'Time Crisis' if you will), and the only way anyone's age changes now is through 'time shenanigans'.

Because there has to be an upper limit for how old they will allow a character to be - e.g. (For several reasons) They will never allow Bruce Wayne to turn 50.

You got it in one. Time is now an enemy that needs to be kept at bay, Why?

DC (and other comic books) have to keep their characters within a believable age range. It’s why DC has never allowed their characters to age in real time. They can’t and still keep them viable as Intellectual Properties.  Batman premiered in Detective Comics Comics #27 in March of 1939. Since Bruce was supposed to be somewhere around 22 to 25 years old at that time, he would pushing 130 years of age today.

The biggest canonical age-up in the Batfamily was Dick Grayson. Because of the 1966 Batman TV show he went from a ‘tween to a teen overnight. This was back in the days when I was young, meaning that comic books weren't really taken very seriously. The TV show was a huge success, so DC climbed on board the gravy train and tried to match as much in the comics as they could. 

 After the show ended in 1969, DC wisely realized that keeping an 18 or 19 year old in this costume...

was a truly bad idea (if not soft core porn at that point). Which is why Dick changed to Nightwing.

Dick was about 20 years old (maybe a little older at this point). He was a young adult but an adult by anyone’s standards. Dick then went to Bludhaven where he got not only his very own city to protect but better fashion sense as well. 

What this inevitably meant is that Bruce had to be aged up as well, leaving Bruce in his early 30′s when Dick became Nightwing. Batman got a series of Robins. First Jason..

Who was with him for 2 to 3 years. Batman is now early to mid 30s when Jason dies. Then Tim...

who started as Robin at 13 and stayed Robin until 17. That’s another 4 years. Bruce is now in his very late 30s. Then Stephanie...

who stayed Robin for all of 2 minutes before Tim was Robin again.

Bruce was in his very late 30s when Damian, age 11, came into the picture.

Four more years passed and not only did Tim go from being Red Robin to Robin again but he lost, then gained back a year of age. Damian went from 11 to 13 years of age, making Bruce in his early 40s.

The point is that each new iteration of Robin ages Bruce up. He’s now supposed to be in his early 40s. He’s beginning to feel age creeping up on him. A part of Bruce is finally ready to accept that he physically won’t be able to continue as Batman in another decade or so.

This is why the “Time Crisis” as you call it is vital. Batman has to be kept no older than he is now to be believable. It’s also why Damian got an upgrade to 13 but Tim is going to stay 17 basically forever. Yes, DC can pull some time shenanigan’s and let Damian and Tim get maybe a year older each but that’s it. 

The bottom line is simple. Batman and family are the biggest money makers DC currently has. If rumors are to be believed, Batman and Co are the only real money makers DC has. They’re pulling no end of crazy storyline stuff with Bruce but the one thing they cannot do is make him older. As someone in her late 60s I can tell you from experience that your early 40s are when you have the unpleasant awakening that you can’t push yourself like you used to. Sickness hits you hard. It takes longer to recover from injuries. You’re reminded of the wear and tear you put on your body over the years when you get out of bed each morning. 

“Time Crisis” isn’t really a crisis. It’s simply acknowledging that Batman isn’t Superman or Wonder Woman. He’s Bruce Wayne and Bruce Wayne may be the pinnacle of what a normal human can reach but he’s not an alien or a demi-god. Bruce Wayne is only mortal and all mortals fade with time. 

[sweetshelluvaau]

Finally, the Queen and Princess of Gluttony are here!!

Truth be told though, I got my Beelzebub done sometime last year (Summer or Fall I don't remember) but wanted to wait until I got my Kesha!Bee redesign done before posting her up in full because I need to talk about canon!Bee.

Which also explains the coloring differences between the two pics but heh...

Like always, notes under the cut. Drawn in Clip Studio Paint and with Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

About Beelzebub in canon:

Honestly, I don't mind her design. think it's cute in a vacuum but at the same time it's pretty busy with the many colors and things going on. I prefer her Mastermind look honestly, she slayed in that outfit and it went simple on the colors (also think it fits with her animal tamer motif she's suppose to have because 'sins being a circus trope' but it's poorly done, if barely there):

I do dig the fuck out of her hair and tail. Just how flowy it is it reminds me of honey, which is fitting because BEEzlebub. The lava lamp stomach is cool too but I feel in a vacuum being as I said, her design is busy as it is (though I do think having a simple color scheme like in her Mastermind outfit does make it a little less attention grabbing).

I think her personality is fine too, for the most part. Sometimes she can get a little grating but overall I don't dislike her character. I like the idea of the party girl vibe she has going considering that Gluttony isn't just over consumption of food but of anything so her being a party girl who overindulges in drugs and achoal is pretty clever (or at least as clever we're getting out of Hellaverse)

That being said, she never really screamed Queen of Gluttony to me. I know most of the Sins don't act like demons who are thousand of years old which is fine I like the idea they change with the times but they still feel like they could be in their mid/late 30's- 40's putting aside the immoral part but with the case of Beelzebub, she acts a bit too young? I don't know if I'm making sense lol.

Anyway. To the design (and personality) notes:

Queen Bee:

For my Beelzebub, I decided to go with 70's disco queen/Donna Summer's vibes with her. The Gluttony ring in canon already gave 70s vibes with it's architecture. I saw plenty of Beelzebub's that went in the a Rococo era/Marie Antoinette direction which is fitting yeah, but considering it's been done so much and the whole 'party girl' thing canon!Bee has going; I thought it was a good era to take inspiration from.

Speaking of Parties, yes she still host them but not in the same way as her daughter does. Queen Bee's are more formal get togethers like galas but make no mistake, there's plenty of food and drinks to go around. She IS the Embodiment of Gluttony after all.

Despite the whole 70s get up, Queen Bee's view on her Sin is a bit old fashion but she does keep up with the times both because she has to because ya know, she's the Embodiment of Gluttony and she's always open to new interpretations and ways her Sin can be explored. She just happens to dig the 70s era when it comes to aesthetics and such.

Hellhounds were not created by Beelzebub, but come from Cerberus, who predates Hell before Lucifer's Fall and when it was still referred by the The Pits. She and him are married in my AU. I plan talking about Hellhounds more when I write up my Gluttony Ring post in the future.

Princess Bee:

She's basically how canon!Bee is in the show: An unapologetic party girl. I really don't have much to say about her personality honestly. Her full name is 'Princess Beelzebub of Gluttony the 2nd' but everyone calls her 'BB'

Obviously I wanted to make her more Hellhound-ish (I can't draw snoots lol). I regret not adding more bug like features to her but being I'm gonna likely revisit her once I design her dad being I haven't figured out the direction I want to take him yet.

Flowy honey style hair my beloved <3. I wanted to try to see if I could try to do something with the lava lamp stomach but with the jacket and hair I didn't want the design to be too busy.

Yes, I went heavy on the bee them. Bee fuzz faux fur jacket and leg warmers, honeycomb belt buckle, honeycomb pattern on her bra style top. Def has a bumblebee stamp tramp as well kinda like this:

Honestly I don't really have much more to say. Sorry that the notes are kinda bare this time being I didn't have a whole lot to say. But um...yeah...

Bouns! BB without her jacket:

Not sure what will be next it's a toss up between Stolas, Leviathan or the Wrath Ring post.