#f. dick knives I guess

[olfactomancer]

I’ve been cooking all my life and professionally for like five years almost and I’m only just now finding out that there is a knife manufacturer name F. Dick.

And they have been making knives for like.

Almost 250 years.

I have to own one now, preferably an older one. The irony is just too good.

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Stu macher nsfw alphabet

a/n: i know this isn’t stu but come on matthew looked a little too good in slc punk and also not proofread!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It honestly depends. If he was on top he would give you endless praise and of course clean you up and rant about how much he loves you.

Now if you were on top he would expect you to do the same to him,he’s literally a baby in a man’s body

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his dick 100% i don’t even think i need to explain it. i guess you could say he’s pretty cocky about it

on you it’s your stomach or tits,no matter how big or small he loves using you as his personal pillow

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous with his cum all over your face but is terrified it would get in your eyes so he settles for on your back or tummy depending on the position.

if you let him he’ll cum inside and push it back inside you with his fingers 🤭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

not a doubt in my mind he would ask billy to have a threesome with you guys like that might actually be his life goal

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think he’s had his fair share of sexual encounters like he literally hugged/kissed some random girl as she was leaving the party so to say the least he definitely knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i’m torn between two

missionary-i know it’s basic butttt whenever he’s close he likes to tease you and moan in your ear

cowgirl-absolutely loves to grab your hips and move you against him nkt to mention he loves seeing your tits bounce bonus points if you make out with him while in this position

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

50/50

if it’s for a special occasion he’ll crack a few jokes but he will mainly focus on your pleasure but if it’s nothing special he will for sure crack jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps himself trimmed but never shaved completely and if you insist he’ll shave but not without a lot of bitching

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i can see him lighting a few candles and maybe some rose petals but nothing more then that and he’ll only do this if it’s your birthday or some other occasion

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jerks off atleast once a day,sometimes more. and you have caught him before but this man has absolutely no shame and didn’t stop if anything it’ll turn him on more knowing you’re watching

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

knives-if he’s submissive he will beg you to carve your name into his thigh or anywhere else they only you can see. sometimes he’ll even ask you to hold it to his neck

choking- if you’re riding him he will go feral if you choke him same with letting him choke you while in missionary

praise-will praise the shit out of you no matter what you are doing but he does it more whenever you’re giving him head

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

will not hesitate to pull you into a empty classroom and fuck you in there but prefers a bed or even a car if either of you guys have one

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything you wear will turn him on instantly whether is tight or loose,he loves seeing all of your curves in tight clothes but the thought of having sex with you in a oversized shirt turns him on just as much

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely a very clean guy so i don’t think he’d like anything that could get him dirty so bodily fluids are out of the question (except for blood obviously)

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

amazing at giving head but at the same time he enjoys receiving so i would say it’s a 50/50

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s the happy medium between fast and slow but if he’s in a bad mood he’ll go fast unless he’s trying to tease you and if that’s the case he will go painstakingly slow

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

is the king at quickies,he will fuck you anywhere and anytime

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

most definitely, this goes back to location like he would literally fuck you anywhere if he’s horny enough

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

id say a good 3 rounds if he’s ontop probably the same amour if he was bottoming but wouldn’t lash as long

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i physically cannot see this man using any toys but he would be fine with you maybe using a vibrator on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he will tease you anytime he has the chance but his favorite is in public he will always finger you under the desk or table and if you’re needy enough he’ll take you to the bathroom

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he gets louder the closer he gets like at first it’s low moans but the closer he gets it’s more like whines and high pitched moans

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s thought about breaking into your house and fucking you in his ghostface costume but he figured 1. you’d be scared if a serial killer breaks in 2. you’d tell the cops its him and 3. he doesn’t wanna know if you’d willingly have sex with someone who isn’t him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he has a really skinny cock idk why but he’s about average size maybe a little bit above

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high sex drive like would fuck you all day if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he makes sure you’re at the bare minimum okay but after that he goes straight to sleep and worries about aftercare a little too late (when he wakes up) but it’s okay because it’s stu

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Scarlet Ch. 5 ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ?

Ch: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

❣ exlover!JasonTodd x F!reader ❣ cw: toxic relationships, emotional whiplash due to narrative structure, fluff, saccharinely corny flirting, guns, violence, cigarettes, alcohol ❣ MDNI ❣ Word Count: 4.4k ❣ Chapter 5 Summary: Threats to you turns Jason into a paranoid man as he reminisces on the earlier moments of your relationship.

❣ Author’s Note(s):  -As always, flashbacks in italics. -Rarely do I enjoy poetry but Frank O’Hara will always have a special place in my heart.

Chapter 5.  ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ?

“They’ve abandoned it? Why?” Jason snaps sharply from behind his desk, leaning back in his office chair. One hand was tapping the armrest in agitation, the other forgetting to flick the ash of his cigarette into the ceramic receptacle right next to the files on Fleck that Tim had carted in. Dick was stretched on the leather couch near Jason’s desk, Tim sitting on the ground and cleaning his pistol. Greyscale images of men in gas masks entering and exiting the now abandoned factory with giant cargo boxes had been organized and clipped onto a massive chalkboard across one wall of the room. 

Jason’s rage was nowhere near alleviation.

Jason had seen red when he saw it for himself. The photos of you, tacked up on the walls of the abandoned factory. Here and there, hanging from the ceiling by a fishing line around the neck were sick and twisted little dolls; long hair and button eyes, mouth distorted as if a blade had dragged against the skin. 

“My guess is that it’s because someone decided to go rogue and moved in without backup,” Tim mutters, unable to conceal his exasperation. 

“Alright smart guy, where the fuck was my backup then?” Jason snarls at Tim, the end of his cigarette getting dangerously close to his flesh. 

“Don’t take it out on him,” Dick comes to Tim’s defense. “You need to relax before you do anything else without thinking.” Dick’s tendency to play the diplomat was distinctly irritating tonight.

“Don’t patronize me,” Jason barks back.  But he couldn’t deny reality.

He was getting antsier and antsier by the minute, though he had a hard time admitting it aloud. That ravenous need within him, demanding that he seek pain, humiliation, and atonement; it was getting harder to manage his rage. His nightmares were getting harder to handle. His decision-making was erratic. He could feel that in every debrief he had with his brothers. 

“Everyone needs to take a deep breath and calm down,” Dick commands calmly. “Timothy, Jason did not go rogue, he did what he had to do in the moment. Plus, he only took out one of their foot soldiers.” He turns to Jason, “Jason, Timothy did his job as instructed. The more pressing concern at the moment is for YN’s safety.” 

“We have someone watching her right now, but I’ll set up formal shifts from now on,” Tim mumbles, reassembling his pistol and moving on to clean a few knives laid out on the coffee table. 

“I’m taking over the watch. She’s my responsibility,” Jason commands, ragged and full of guilt.

“Right,” Dick knows better than to argue. “Meanwhile, we’ll keep looking. Do you think a KOS order is necessary?” 

“Absolutely not. I want him alive.” Jason is resolute. “I want him alive, and in front of me.”

Dick raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t question it. 

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“Go ask if she’ll be staying for dinner,” you hear Alfred command one of the boys in the kitchen. You were packing up after an extra tutoring session for Damien before his exams started. Today was logarithmic functions, and wholly unenjoyable for the both of you as you slogged through equation after equation. You were determined to drag Damien out of his exams with nothing less than stellar grades, which would give Mr. Wayne all the more reason to write you a recommendation letter. As you close the flap on your bag, the clearing of a throat calls your attention to the entryway toward the kitchen. 

Jason comes into the dining room, white dress shirt still perfectly starched by Alfred, cuffs rolled up to the elbow, hair a little messy with a streak of white astray, as if he’d been running his hands through it. Out of stress or out of habit — you can’t help but think it was cute. Especially when he pulls that handsome, lopsided smile, shifting the scar on his face up a little more. 

“Alfred wants to know if you’d like to stay for dinner,” he inquires, voice honey smooth to your ears. “It’s his Sunday bolognese,” he tacks on at the end, eyebrows raising in hopes that he could entice you to stay. You've had Alfred’s Sunday bolognese a few times now, and you think it’d take a Herculean self-control to resist the basil rich wafts of the homemade sauce that Alfred cans himself at the peak of tomato season. 

“I’d love to,” you return Jason’s smile, “thank you for having me.” You had settled into a comfortable routine for you at this point. You were handling your own classes, a few extra sessions of tutoring a week in preparation for his exams, and an internship with a V10 firm lined up for the summer. Sundays were your favorite days for tutoring. You could take your time to thoroughly work through each lesson with Damien. Plus, the spring air beckoned you and Damien toward the terrace, where you both usually camped out on Sunday evenings while you had him explain the themes of Shakespeare or do extra practice problems from his math textbooks. Every so often, Alfred would place a tray of cookies and tea on the table. About two weeks into your Sunday routine, Jason had started joining the both of you on the terrace, camped out on the hammock by the pool with a book of his own. Sometimes it’d be a book that you had recommended. Sometimes he’d snooze, his features set alight by the orange glow of the sunset. Other times, he’d sit and listen to you and Damien, eyes staring off into space, a chuckle here and there when he heard a particularly funny quip from the two of you. At some point, Alfred would invite you to stay for dinner, you’d accept, then Jason would drive you home.

Dinner tonight was just as delicious as usual. Stomachs full of pasta and bolognese, the carb overload rendered the Wayne boys much less rowdy than usual. A quiet flow of conversation rippled through the dining room, carried by pleasant clinks of silverware and a few snide remarks — all in brotherly fashion.

“So, Miss YN,” Mr. Wayne takes a sip of his wine and turns toward you from the head of the table, “What are your plans after you graduate?” His tone is polite, conversational; but you could never quite shake the feeling that you were directly under a microscope when Mr. Wayne spoke with you. You were seated directly to his right, like usual. (And Jason was on your other side, like usual.)

“Well, I have another year left, then I hope to find a clerkship. I’m also interning at LexCorp this summer.”

“Lexcorp, huh? Congratulations,” Mr. Wayne says warmly. Though one blink and you would’ve missed the nearly undetectable quirk of his eyebrow; a habit that you noticed in Jason, too, whenever his brain went into caution mode. “That’s very prestigious. I imagine they’ll extend an offer of employment at the end of your internship, if your work is of the same quality as your tutoring.” He’s charming, Mr. Wayne. In the same way that members of Northeastern old money charm the eyes off of the prying public. He’s schooled his children well, each of them equipped with the language of the elite, smooth talkers each in their own individual way.

“That’s very kind, Mr. Wayne.” You raise your water glass to your lips, too full to want the sip but not knowing what to do with your hands, what to say next. “Thank you.”

“I’m old friends with Mr. Luthor,” Mr. Wayne continues, placing his knife and fork on his plate according to his cotillion training, “Don’t hesitate to call if you have any trouble. I’d be happy to have a reason to bother him.” 

“Congratulations,” Jason murmurs next to you, a small gracing his face. You could’ve sworn at the time that he almost looked shy.

“Thank you.” You’re sincere.

“Jason here has a law degree himself, but he categorically refuses to practice no matter how much I nag him about it.” You gulp your water hastily before looking over to Jason.

“Really? Why don’t you practice?” You were intrigued. He just gives an easygoing shrug, one arm hanging on the back of your chair and the other deftly removing the cloth napkin from his lap and placing it on top of his plate, arranged identically to Mr. Wayne’s. 

“Just not something that I’m particularly interested in doing, I guess.” His tone is nonchalant, but just like his father, the quirk in his eyebrow — nearly unnoticeable — gave you pause. You’d tuck away that little bit of information to pick at later. Across the table, Dick snorts and clicks his tongue in playful teasing.

“Oh, boy,” Timothy utters under his breath.

“Gotham Law School J.D. and this is what he decides to do with his life,” Mr. Wayne tuts, and you don’t think you appreciate the disapproval coloring his words.

“What exactly is it that you do, Jason?” You turn toward the man next to you, taking the moment to rake your eyes up his handsome profile. Mr. Wayne cuts in.

“He’s in the executive suite for Wayne Industries. And he’s doing a damn fine job.” And despite Mr. Wayne’s unreadable disposition, you could see that he meant what he said, the tiniest glimmer of pride slipping through the tough-guy stoicism. The scar on Jason’s cheek shifts up, pulled along by his rueful smile.

“Could be taking over for me in a few years, Jay,” Mr. Wayne suggests, and it’s clear that this wasn’t the first time that he’d expressed that thought to Jason.

The conversation melts into a lull. At some point, you start helping Alfred clear the table, the boys providing assistance as Mr. Wayne retreats into his study. Alfred had tasked you and Jason with washing and drying the dishes.

“None of the kids in my cohort do their own dishes,” you mention passively, passing the dish towel over the ceramic plate a few times until you were satisfied with your work. Half of your attention was captured by the rivulets of veins coasting his forearm as he rinsed the soap bubbles from a wine glass.

“Youth these days, huh?” His voice carries over the sound of the faucet hitting crystal, but the sarcasm is ever present. You ignore the joke, instead musing aloud;

“I think it’s because their butlers don’t make them do it.” Jason laughs, and you feel your stomach roll in delight. His laugh was musical, bright. And you wanted to keep hearing it. “Thank God you have Alfred, otherwise you’d be completely hopeless,” you tease, reaching to grab the wine glass from Jason.

“I’m an adult man, doll, I don’t do so bad for myself.” He squeezes some more dish soap into his sponge, adding, “And I don’t have my own butler.” 

“Oh, really? Alfred taught you how to fend for yourself, money honey?” You know that was inappropriate, but you couldn’t complain as Jason continued to chuckle along with you, an easy air around the two of you as you make mindless conversation. 

“Cute,” he responds, turning to look at you right on, facial scar perked up in that specific way that made you swoon. “I’m decent in the kitchen. And never will I proclaim to be a better cook than Alfred, but I can make a mean bagel sandwich.” His cheeks color, like he knew he was babbling, failing to keep the nervousness out of his chuckle. He’s cute. Really cute.

“You make your own bagels?” You peer into the sink as you ask your question, hoping to see more dishes than there actually were, wrapping your hand around the stem of the last glass. You don’t know why you’re asking such mundane questions. You just know that you’re enjoying the repetitive motions, the swipe of linen over warm ceramic.

“Nah, I get ‘em from the diner around the corner from Wayne Tower,” Jason answers, wiping up the water around the sink. “Maybe I can make one for you some time?” He looks at you, shyly, eyes bright. 

There it was. You had been afraid of this. Having imagined the scenario in your head for several weeks now, you knew what you had to say when the moment came. The first time you imagined it, you were the one to ask, boldly declaring that you wanted to see him outside of those measly moments on Sundays, just the two of you. But as the weeks grew, the more you hesitated, the less Jason seemed like a good idea to you. 

“...I —” you stop to clear your throat, “I’m flattered, but I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jason.” 

“Oh,” his face drops, almost imperceptibly, “Uh — it’s okay. Okay. No worries. That was brazen of me anyway.” But you could see the disappointment in his smile, friendly, trying to play the moment off as if it were a mere bug on his windshield. He was handsome, and a gentleman with enough wit to keep you engaged. But you didn’t think it was worth the professional relationship you wanted to maintain with the Wayne family. Too proud to involve yourself with a Wayne heir. You knew what you had to say.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you rushed to explain, stuttering over your words. “It’s just —”

“No, don’t.” He interrupts you. Your resolve quivers a bit in your spine, nervous that an uneasiness would be the default between you and Jason. “It’s okay, forget I asked.” You don’t like the finality in his tone. 

“Jay, listen —”  you let the nickname slip by accident. “Jason,” you correct yourself, clearing your throat. Your hands come up to cup his cheek. And for the first time since you’d seen him, you ran the soft pad of your thumb across the scar. He seems to like that, and he almost nuzzles further into the warmth of the palm. The five o’clock shadow you found so sexy scratchy under your touch. His voice is an adorable, awkward whisper;

“I hope I didn’t make it awkward.” Somehow, his own hands found purchase on your waist. “Forget I said anything, huh?” A nervous chuckle escapes, even though you see the grit in his eyes, vying to hold on to his already slender grasp on his dignity. You, on the other hand, wanted to melt. You have to fight to contain your giddiness. 

“No, we are not going to forget.” You are stern in your words. Both of you, still as time and clutching at each other. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin. You didn’t want him to stop, so you smooth your own thumb over the confusion in his brow. “Just ask me again when I’m not working for your family.”

“Why the wait, doll?” It’s cute, his slight pout.

He didn’t seem to get it.

“It’s just unprofessional, is all,” you try to make yourself clearer. “Conflicts of interest and all that.”

“Right…” Jason’s face is no less perplexed than before. “Is it just because you work for us?” 

“...Yes?” You’re struggling to find the words to articulate your discomfort, struggling through the lull of incoherence in your brain. You feel his hot breath closer to you. So you make a joke, to clear through the mugginess. “Imagine how it’d look. The playboy son of a billionaire out on a date with his brother’s tutor?” You’re joking, but you feel some of the truth lurking in that little jab.  You hope he understands what you’re saying, even though he seems to be having trouble preventing his hood gaze from repeatedly coming back to your lips. 

“You keepin’ tabs on me?” he grins.

“Nope.” You’re rolling your eyes, stating matter-of-factly, “But I do read the newspaper every morning.”

“Right,” Jason says, grabbing one of your hands and leading you out of the kitchen, “C’mon, I’ll drive you home and you can tell me if you’ve read anything interesting.”

You had fallen into a routine. One where the anticipation of seeing Jason every week drags you over those last few days of the work week when time seems to slow down, just to spite you. In the warmth of the car, Jason’s veiny hands confidently curled around the steering wheel. You’d put on music when you were too tired to speak, and Jason would hmm quietly to the tune. You always made sure to look over at him, catching the serene focus from his side profile. It warmed you, even if he was tone deaf. Every so often, one of you would mention how much you loved a certain song, or you’d giggle as his voice cracked trying to hit a particular note. 

Tonight, though, everything felt so… charged. 

As Jason steers the car straight into Gotham City proper, he breaks through the silence. 

“So, tell me, doll,” he murmurs smoothly, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand coming to grab yours over the console, “you think I’m a playboy?” You let your fingers interlace. You’re silent for a beat, opting for a joke instead of taking his obvious bait.

“I don’t know,” you respond nonchalantly, “But Gotham Gazette page six does though.” He seems quite displeased, brows furrowed. Now it’s his turn to prolong the silence for a few beats. The trees pass by, blurring into grey. 

The photos don’t lie and you’re ashamed to admit that it bothers you. Leggy blonde actress, singer, or socialite; one after another with Jason’s hand on her waist, ushering her into Michelin-starred restaurants or into the privacy of a sleek sports car. The flash of the paparazzi’s camera reflected off of his usual dark wayfarers, now part of his regular uniform when he was in public. Sometimes Dick would be with them, looking just as annoyed with the paparazzi as Jason did. You wonder how hard it was to juggle that many women, one after ano—

“You know none of it’s true, right?” He gives your hand a squeeze before letting go to grip the steering wheel.

“It’s none of my business,” you say, though you so desperately wanted him to keep talking. He pulls up in front of your building, parks the car and turns to look directly at you.

“I’m not —” he runs a hand through the white streak in his hair. “I’m not in love with any one of them — not that I’m in love with you, but I-I mean, fuck, okay —” He’s blushing as he takes a deep breath. This was the first time you’d seen Jason Todd anything other than his usual stoic, charming self; and it made your heart sputter along with him. “Let me start again.”

“I’m listening,” You squeeze his hand in both of yours, having a hard time keeping the amusement out of your face. His other palm comes up to cup your cheek, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Look, I want you,” Jason says, with contrition, with sincerity in his eyes. “No one else.” 

This time, you like the finality in his voice.

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As the easy June breeze weaves its way through your apartment, you let the jazz from your record player calm your first-date jitters. Assignments completed, apartment cleaned, you had made sure to minimize any possible stress surrounding your Saturday dinner with Jason. He was meant to be picking you up any minute now, and you were touching up the last bit of color on your lip in front of the mirror in your bedroom. Aside from the nervousness for your date, everything felt… right. By the end of May that year, your tutoring sessions for Damien had ended. The younger Wayne boy was shipped off to various summer camps that cost more than your tuition, and you were well into your internship at LexCorp. And the excitement of your first date, of finally getting to satiate your curiosity — you were charmed by Jason. 

You’re stepping into your shoes as Jason knocks on the door, and you open it to reveal your date clutching a modest bouquet of red roses and a box, one you recognized as a pastry box from your favorite bakery. He’s clad in a white oxford, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow. Casual slacks. Raven hair begging you to run your fingers through it, but instead messily held back by a pair of sunglasses. 

Jason’s glittering eyes, wide in awe of you, take in your dress, one that revealed your collarbones, your shoulder. He gives you the most handsome smile as he murmurs,

“Hiya, doll.” He proffers his gifts while nodding toward the box, “Alfred said these were your favorite.”

“Hi,” you give a shy smile. Taking the box and opening the door, you’re almost hesitant to let him into your tiny apartment, your sanctuary so accustomed to its usual serenity, undisturbed by any outsiders. “These are beautiful,” you bring the bouquet up to your nose. “Give me a second to find a vase for this and I’ll be right out, okay? Make yourself at home.”

As you’re fussing around in your tiny kitchen, you hear Jason’s slow footsteps on the hardwood floor, the squeak a little louder when he hits the problem floorboard.

“You’ve got quite the collection here, doll,” he calls from the living room, and you imagine that he’s standing in front of your bookshelves, each individual shelf heaped with various tchotchkes and used books. A few photos are framed and scattered on top of the bowed shelves where there was room. The image of such a large, imposing figure in the cramped corner of your apartment amused you. “Starting to think you might be more well-read than me.” “I mean, you do have several years on me, so I doubt it,” you answer, rearranging the roses so they didn’t look so haphazard in the mason jar.

“I’m not that old,” he snorts.

“Old, but age appropriate,” you jokingly retorted before making a request, “Everything on the shelf closest to the wingback has been read. Tell me your favorite.” 

You walk into the room, plant yourself down on the armchair and watch Jason. He’s silent as he contemplates, save for a hum here and there as he has to crouch down to pull a few copies from the bottom row. It’s adorable, the amount of consideration he was giving your simple question, mouth set into a straight line of concentration. Every so often he pulls out a book, looks at it, shakes his head as if disappointed, and then slides it in the correct place. Finally, when he turns, two volumes in his hands, he seems to brighten at your proximity. Kneeling at your feet as you sit on the chair, he hands over his choices. Your heart jumps into your throat when you look at the covers. 

“You’re kidding,” you laugh, all elation and sparkling in your chest, “The Little Prince was my favorite as a kid.” Jason’s eyes become impossibly bright.

“Alfred would read it to me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid,” he says softly, mirroring your smile. Your fingers twitch, wanting to interlace with Jason’s hand. You imagined him as a younger child, maybe eight or nine years old, running to find Alfred somewhere in the labyrinthine Manor. “I’d be snoring by page ten or so,” he explains.

You intertwine your fingers with his. 

“What about the second pick?”

You glance down, clearing your throat along with the happy haze in your mind. Frayed around the corners, your ratty copy of a Frank O’Hara poetry collection.

“I didn’t peg you as a poetry guy.” You thumb through the book as you talk; Jason’s attention so completely trained on you, you feel the heat underneath your skin. “Poetry has always been hard for me. I haven’t read this one since high school.” 

“Give it a read through, see if you can’t find my favorite,” Jason just shrugs, a little shy, a little reticent. You place a kiss on his cheek, where the scar was pulled taut by his crooked smile. 

“You’re staring,” you murmur (hypocritically), cheeks hurting from your attempts to cease grinning like an idiot. He moves a little closer, minty breath detectable from how close he is. You think he might kiss you, but Jason just smirks and asks,

“Hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

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Jason is stirred from his memories by a waitress refilling his water glass. He waited in the audience of Scarlet’s late night set as cigarette girls and cocktail waitresses traversed through the smoke. Ever since he first saw you on stage in late November, he hadn’t been able to forget the image of you, bathed in a hazy white spotlight. Sometimes he dreamt about it, if he was lucky. He’d been back to Scarlet’s to see you at least twice, always hidden at his usual table. He always left without saying anything, just grateful for the hour of reprieve, to be graced with your presence for a fleeting moment.

Tonight, Dick sits across from Jason, the younger of the two reluctantly allowing his nosy brother to tag along before they were meant to meet with Tim. Jason lights a cigarette.

Truthfully, Jason had never been so nervous or paranoid in his life. On top of the extra effort and resources he had to marshal to surveil Fleck, work, and his other responsibilities, he’d been emotionally drained, high on the hope of having you in his life again. And now, all he could think about was how he was going to keep you safe, under his guard, until he could assure that you would never be in harm’s way. 

“So your date tomorrow?” Dick asks his younger brother over his glass of water, too much mirth in his face for Jason’s liking.

“You gossip like an old maid,” Jason rolls his eyes, blowing smoke toward the direction of the breeze.

“Well, we have a pool going.”

“Fucking Christ,” Jason grumbles, praying to god that he wasn’t visibly blushing. “Don’t make me take up drinking again. I don’t wanna know.” Dick’s Cheshire cat grin grows impossibly amused. “And it’s not a date.”

“Right, you’re ‘just friends.’” 

“If that’s what she wants, that’s what she gets. How much money do you have going on what?” Jason blurts out the question at the end, not particularly proud of himself for giving into such inane curiosity. Speculation about his own love life no less.

“You crack like an egg,” the bastard snickers, leaning back in his seat in relaxation. But Jason shushes him with a hiss as you take center stage.

Jason rakes his eyes up and down your figure, taking in every familiar curve, every familiar line. His skin is set alight, and he knows that you can’t see him with the stage lights glaring at you but he just knows that you’re singing to him. Just for him. And he lets out a breath that leaves him floating, basking in your light.

tagged: @nyxie-00

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 6 - Life's Key

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none, this is just friendship building fluff

Summary: Jason goes to meet YN at the playground

Keep thy friend / Under thy own life’s key.

— ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, ACT 1 SCENE 1

Jason spent most of Saturday getting new gear together. He wasn’t going to let one run in with some thugs stop him from keeping Crime Alley, or just YN in general, safe. He needed to update somethings, get a kit he could keep on him at all times, and get something sturdier than an old hockey mask. He called around, finding some grappling equipment, smoke bombs, a couple knives, and finally a helmet that he could wear that would protect his whole head. It took about 2 hours to gather everything and hide it in the garage where Dick wouldn’t go looking. And Dick was a suspicious fuck at the moment.

“So, this fight, was it the same jock again?” Dick asked over breakfast on Sunday morning after spending all Saturday at a work function and just generally avoiding Jason. He assumed that Dick was waiting for him to come to his big brother to talk, but after his disparaging remarks against YN Jason didn’t really want to do that.

“Yup,” he said, emphasizing the p. Dick sighed at the curt answer, so Jason elaborated, having had time to flesh out this story. “I was leaving school after practice, they were leaving after some football thing, guess they still keep going even though the season is over, and the one from before threw his helmet at me, that is where this is from.” He motioned to the bandage on his face. Dick worried his jaw, looking like a cow chewing grass.

“And you didn’t go to the hospital?” Dick asked. Jason stared at him. When had any of them ever gone to a hospital? Jason was pretty sure he was still considered legally dead in some places. Dick sighed. “Ya, that was dumb, realized that when I said it.” They sat in silence for several minutes, Jason pushing Dick’s horrible eggs around on his plate.

“I’m going to run lines tonight with some of the seniors from Hamlet,” he said, wanting to make the concerned look on Dick’s face go away. Let him think he had made friends with those assholes. “Thought you weren’t big fans of them after that whole open mic night prank?” he asked. Jason shrugged.

“I’m not, but they’re fine to work with on the play, plus there’s this junior playing Gertrude who is pretty, she’s going to be there,” he said. He wasn’t lying, the junior was pretty, but he had no interest in her. Plus, there wasn’t really a practice session going on that night anyway, he just needed an excuse to be out of the house that night.

“What is she like?” Dick asked. Shit, Jason hadn’t expected this. He scrambled.

“Um, she’s pretty, blonde, kind of a badass, carries a dagger, likes the Yankees, ya know, weird in a school full of douche bags,” he said, describing as best he could to describe Annabeth from the Percy Jackson series. If you going to describe a fictional crush might as well pull a real book girlfriend you wish you’d had. Dick nodded.

“Sounds like your type,” he said, smiling. “Glad you’ve found someone in your school.” Jason kept his face neutral but was confused. He never thought Dick was the classist type, but maybe that was why he was so against Jason spending time with YN. Would be a real dick move considering that Jason himself was once from that same gutter. Just because he got lucky (or stupid) and stole a couple tires didn’t mean he was anything better than YN. She was going to Gotham Academy for a reason, scholarship or maybe an arts grant if her acting was as good as her singing, so she definitely wasn’t just a random person on the street. None of this made sense to Jason and that made him angry.

“I have to do some homework, I’m going to head out, its stuffy in here,” he said, throwing a look to Dick. Dick looked confused but just nodded. Jason grabbed his back of tricks and his phone, checking again for another message from YN as he headed to the garage. She had sent the one message to meet and then stopped, not even confirming she’d gotten his reply. He wanted to go check on her, but once again, he wasn’t going to be a stalker, so he went to a nearby park instead.

After several hours of actually catching up on homework and reading through The Turn of the Screw for a lit class he let curiosity get the better of him. He pulled out his laptop again and booted up some of the software that Dick thought he didn’t know about. Nightwing needed to find people, and Oracle knew all the tricks, so Jason copied Dick’s hard drive and took them. Red Mask (name to be changed, that one still sucked) needed to find criminals too. He searched up YN’s name and found…nothing. She had a mother, no father listed, an address, no social media, no outstanding warrants, no bills even. The only person who had anything was her mother, who had ridiculous medical bills, but no rent to pay. Jason frowned. This screamed a mysterious benefactor. Who was helping them and why? He looked at his phone, seeing that he needed to head over to the playground, so he closed up shop and headed off, making sure to pick up some tacos on the way.

YN was sitting at the top of the slide when he arrived, climbing down the dumbwaiter shaft that used to seem a lot bigger when he was small. She smiled when she saw him, but quickly pretended to yawn, not looking in his direction anymore. He smiled a little, maybe he wasn’t the only one with a crush. She looked at her phone before sliding down.

“You’re late,” she said, crossing her arms. He held up the bag. “What is that?”

“Tacos?” he offered, holding it out to her. She opened it and moved to where her things were, sitting down on a blanket. “Thought we could eat first, and these are the best in Bludhaven.” She took one and handed him back the bag, producing two water bottles from her bag and cookies.

“My mom sometimes bakes on good days,” she said. Jason looked at the cookies and then at her, a questioning look on his face. He knew her mom was sick, but she didn’t know that. “My mom is sick, cancer, but some days she’s really active and today was one so I just thought I’d bring a snack…”

“Thank you,” Jason said, taking a cookie and biting it. He made a face. O these were amazing. “Holy shit.” She laughed.

“Ya, that’s typically the reaction,” she said, eating some of the taco. “Jesus, these are good too.”

“Ya, but I didn’t make those, although mine would be better,” he said. She gave him a quizzical look. “Hey, I cook a lot, when I lived with Bruce we had Alfred and he taught me everything I know.”

“Was he like the in-house chef?” she asked, finishing one and grabbing another as he chowed on the cookies. Jason shrugged.

“He was kind of everything. We didn’t have like a big staff or anything, just Alfred, everyone else came once a week or something to do cleaning or the gardens and shit,” he said. “Fuck I sound like such an ass.” YN shook her head.

“No, you don’t, that’s what you lived, you’re not an ass about it. Not like you’re bragging that you made this Alfred clean your dirty underwear or something. He taught you to cook, that’s nice,” she said. Jason smiled at her. “Now, how are your rehearsals going?”

“Trying to spy on the competition?” he asked. She raised her eyebrows at him. “They’re fine, although pretending to even Chelsea is difficult.” She laughed and pulled out MacBeth. “How are yours?”

“They’re fine, I’m having some trouble though, do you mind pretending to be my husband?” she asked. He chuckled.

“You ask me that without a ring?” he teased, walking over to her, taking the script she offered. Scene 1, Act 7. “Remember, I have only read this so my MacBeth will probably suck.”

“You can’t be any worse than the guy playing him at school,” she said. Jason nodded and let himself slid into the roll of the king tortured by destiny. YN was amazing as Lady MacBeth, and then Ophelia, or Horatio, or Polonius, she was a chameleon. After an hour or so of practicing they sat on the swings, competing to see who could jump off further. Then it was tag around the playground. Jason hadn’t let himself have fun like this since…well since he was playing there as a child. They finally settled back on the blanket sitting and leaning against each other.

“You’re amazing you know that?” he said suddenly, looking down at her leaning to his shoulder. “And just because you’re the best actress I’ve ever seen.” She blushed deeply.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the compliment easily. He watched her as she stared straight ahead, not looking at him. “You’re so flawless when you act,” she said softly. “Its like you can just sink into being another person, it’s a little scary honestly.” Jason sighed.

“When I was living with Bruce it was like I had to be two different people. He was most of the time an alright dad, but when he was in a mood, mostly when he was trying to teach me something, I had to be like a perfect son, a little carbon copy of him. It was like slipping into a mask, hiding who I was or who I wanted to be,” he explained, telling her things he’d only ever told his therapist. “And then I died…” He stopped and she looked at him.

“You…died?” she asked softly. He sighed.

“Yea, this past summer, the um accident I had, I died for a few minutes and it wasn’t Bruce’s fault, but I think afterwards he just, wasn’t right. Didn’t want to bother with my antics anymore. It broke something so now I’m still just trying to figure out who I was when I was his son and who I am now,” he said. “And Dick has been great, trying so hard to be a good brother and almost father, but even with him, I have to wear a mask still. The only person I really feel like I can be me around is you.” He felt a hand on his unbandaged cheek, he leaned into it.

“I feel similar,” YN said. Jason nodded for her to continue. “My mom, I have to be brave, even though she’s going to die, and soon, and I don’t have anyone else. I don’t know who my father is, we have no other family that knows I exist. Apparently, my mom was still a teenager and had some kind of affair with a married man. And despite the fact that she was raped by an adult her family blamed her so now its just us. And when I’m around her I have to be perfect, like after the open mic when those guys threw water balloons of Kool-Aid at me and I was covered in red sticky goo pretty much, when I got home, I had to pretend everything had been amazing so that she wouldn’t get sicker from stressing out about me. I don’t really have anyone to talk about that stuff with.” Jason turned her face to look at him.

“You have me,” he said softly. She nodded and, in that moment, he could have kissed her, could have taken another step, but he could see that wasn’t what either of them needed. At that moment they didn’t need the romance that was there, they needed the friendship that was also there, just as important and just as powerful. He pulled her into a hug, holding her close for several minutes until his phone went off.

“My brother wants me home to get some sleep,” he said. She nodded. “Let me walk you home.”

“Sure,” she said. She stood, taking his hand. He held it as he walked her back to her apartment. “Are you going to be safe?” she asked.

“Ya, my bike is just down the street actually,” he said, pointing towards an alley nearby. “So, I don’t want to stress your mom out, but maybe I could come to your place next time?” She nodded.

“And if you ever want to, you can come to mine too,” he said. “If you ever get over to Bludhaven.” She smiled and leaned up, kissing his cheek over the bandage gently.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” He nodded and watched her get inside before driving home, feeling several pounds lighter and freer than he had in years.

[viewfromplanetx]

Not necessarily Samurai films, but…

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 - The movie opens to the tune of “Creep” by the Pretenders (Chrissie Hynde is so f*cking special) and everything the Guardians do has an appropriate rockin’ tune. Prepare to both laugh and cry as we learn the details of Rocket not-a-Racoon’s origin. The cast is full of super-hot chicks, dudes, and… others, but they’re all virgins because, you know, Disney. I’m pretty sure the movie gets it’s PG-13 rating from the organic bio-ship with it’s many creative orifices and bodily fluids. Action, swords, retards, things blowing up, it’s all there. I was pleased to see they got on the band wagon with an epic one-cut fight scene. Nice!

Into the Badlands live action series  - In a post-apocalyptic world ruled by 7 (yep) warlords, called barons, guns have been banned, so the enforcers, called quivers or clippers, and the bad guys fight with their dicks—JK (more on that later). They use swords, knives, staffs, arrows, fists, feet, etc. The camera work isn’t bad—longer uncut (that’s what she said) shots, not so shaky. The martial arts training and choreography was done by Hong Kong film veterans. Katanas feature prominently, but it does have a Kung Fu bent. Best fight scenes on TV. One big problem, the totally hot chicks are all just as badass as the hot dudes. Haven’t we established women cannot be Samurai?

Barbie - Didn’t see it. Seriously, why would you watch a movie that basically stars retards? Sure they’re hot retards, but you know they’re all virgins—spoiler alert—no genitals. Is there action? Who cares.

Samurai Jack animated series - I’ve seen better animation drawn by a ten your old. Lots of one-cut fights because it’s literally one cut. In the first episode he chops up half a dozen unarmed demons. His sword, symbolizing his manhood, is normal size when it’s stowed, but grows considerably when he whips it out. Can’t tell if anyone is hot or not (see above re drawing skills) except by the size of his “sword” I guess.

Afro Samurai comics - Same bull-dust as the movies. You retards really like this shit?

Vagabond graphic novel - Now this is what anime should be. You teenage retards would eat this sh!t up if only there was a potential waifu. Even though it’s about that cheddar-head Musashi, luckily it’s still a good story—with all the Sam-yer-eye sh!t, of course.

Harley Quinn animated series - Hot chicks with foul mouths. Harley is the only one who can kiss Poison Ivy with immunity, so they do it a lot. That is, when they’re not kicking ass. Plenty of waifu possibilities here for you wankers. Two thumbs up.

David Lynch Cooks Quinoa short  - Apparently it’s pronounced keen-wah, which is French for millet. Looks like little balls of bird sperm and tastes like bird piss. Would make a good meal to denigrate Samurai with. Whoever David Lynch is, he’s a retarded a-hole.

[frankenkyle19]

James Patrick March’s nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It all depends on who he’s with. If it’s a victim, he’ll call for Miss Evers to come and clean things up, but if it is, say someone he cares about, he’ll draw a warm bath, wash cloth, and get them anything their heart desired.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-His favorite body part on himself is most definitely his hands. He thinks of how easily he has ended people with them, along with the pleasure he as given to those deserving of it.

-His favorite body part on his partner would be their neck or their thighs. He loves to bite down on their neck, or trace it with a knife. The sight aroused him. He also likes to bite down on their thighs. The soft, supple skin giving way beneath his teeth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It just depends on what mood he’s in. Sometimes he likes to be messy, painting his partner’s chest or face with his cum. Other times, he comes deep inside their mouth, or hole. All in all, he likes the sight of any inch of skin covered by his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a horrific habit of having sex with his victims after death, but we won’t discuss that because… ew I guess what he’d call a dirty secret, would be that sometimes he longs to be dominated. Completely and fully. He would never admit it to anyone, unless he truly and fully trusted them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a VERY experienced man. I think he probably lost his virginity around 19 (remember, different time, people were different about this stuff.) He is probably naturally good at sex, but of course over the many years of being stuck in the hotel, he got to experiment and become even better

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is a sucker for any position. If he can stick his dick in you, he doesn’t mind. Ride him, let him take you from behind, missionary, he’s up for anything and everything

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No joking with this man. He is very serious, he takes your pleasure very seriously, as well as his own. In the bedroom is not the time to joke or tease him, it will only lead to him being frustrated or punishing you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s a tidy man, I like to think. Does ghosts’ hair grow? I don’t think so, so his hair has probably stayed the same since he died. I’d say he’s trimmed, but not bare. His hair is just as dark as it is on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is either fast, relentless, and hard, or soft, passionate, and sweet. He likes to take things slow most of the time. He is a ghost after all, he has all the time in the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

unless he is very desperate, he does not Masturbate. He doesn’t need to. He has people coming into the hotel at all times. Either a new victim or just a one night stand, he has no need to pleasure himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking. Teeth, knives, ropes. He wants to leave marks on you. He loves seeing your skinned slick and shining with blood, which he then quickly cleans up with his tongue.

Bondage- he loves tying up his lover. If he isn’t going to kill you, he is going to tie you up so you can’t move either way. He is a control freak, and he wants things exactly how he sees fit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His room. He will fuck you anywhere in the hotel if you’re down for it, but he always prefers being comfortable in his chambers where he knows you won’t be interrupted.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

blood is a major turn on for him, as well as the color red, knives, and skimpy outfits

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I really don’t think anything is off limits. He is THE James March, have you seen him?

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

He is very generous with pleasure. He loves giving, it is just another way of him being able to control an aspect of your life. Your pleasure.

He does love receiving just as much as the next though. A warm, wet, tight mouth around his cock made him wild. He WILL be fucking your throat, you can bet on that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man fucks HARD. Like you aren’t walking the next day. If he truly has deep feelings for you, he can be slow. He tends to fuck hard and long.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to take his time. Doesn’t like to be on a time crunch. In the hotel, this is his world, it revolves around him, and he should not have to rush anything he does.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is up to try anything at least once, and loves taking risks. This man is wild in the bedroom

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go all night long. As a ghost, he has so much stamina and energy. He would fuck you for hours on end until you’re begging and pleading with him to give you a break

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no. He’s old fashioned. He does not like the idea of anything unnatural. He does not want you receiving pleasure from anything but his

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is generous, but he can certainly be unfair at times. He loves to hear you beg and whine, it ignites something inside of him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not ashamed to be loud, as he wants you to be as loud as you please. He lets out low moans and groans, sometimes even growls against your neck

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

James is wild. That’s it. Period. He likes pain. Not just dishing it out, he likes to receive it. Even though his body heals almost immediately, if you scratch, bite, or cut him, he is in absolute heaven.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

My boy is THICK. God he’s thick. I’d say a good 7 inches, maybe more, who knows? ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He can be very patient and does not always want sex, but there are times where he can’t go 30 minutes without touching you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep. He’s a ghost, but he will lay with you and relax afterwards.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Dating Jason Todd Head canons

Author notes: I have seen your asks; I will add them to my writing list however I do have collage so it might take some time. f/n (first name) V/n (vigilante name) Edited - 20/06/2024

- You met Jason one night when you saved him from getting stabbed from behind during his patrol

-  You had  stayed crouched on a nearby roof watching a masked boy fight off multiple attackers , You had  watch in amusement as the vigilante taunted his attackers in-between blows he hadn't  seen one of the guys get up behind him so you had  you pulled out one of your throwing knives and waited in anticipation for the boy to notice him  but he didn't turn in time just as the attacker had reached for him you had thrown your knife hitting him square in the back saving him in time.

The masked vigilante looks shocked and surprised at the guy before he takes the knife out, he looks around to see where the knife came from, you move closer to him taking a seat at the edge on the roof, your legs dangling down.

“Can I have my knife back?" you ask amused as he turns to you, you give him a lazy wave and smug smile.

He looked at the knife in his hand then back you with a his own smirk “well if it isn’t my Knight in shining armour”

You jump off the edge of the roof , landing in front of him with ease, “does that make you my damsel” you asked amused .he snickered as he looked you up and down taking in your costume  “I guess it does, lucky me” he came closer to you and holds his hand up for you to shake “I’m robin”

You look at his hand then him before you shrug and shake his hand “I’m V/N” you respond finally, he grins at you “well I-” he’s interrupted by incoming sirens promoting you both to look around.

 “Guess that my queue”  you said playfully as you  pulled back your hand quickly and turned to leave to avoid the pigs  when you suddenly  remembered “ can I have my knife back” you asked, glancing at the throwing knife in robin's hand. 

 Robin looked at the knife contemplating before looking  at you with smirk pocketing the knife “ I think I'll keep it , so I can see you again” he said flirting winking at you.

 You rolled your eyes in response a grin gracing your lips , you shrugged  “ fine keep it, see ya around robin” you said with a mock salut before disappearing into the night

- After that night you and Robin Ran into each other a lot, eventually you became patrol buddies which quickly turned into you joining the titans A few months after when Jason did. When the team first heard about you from Jason, they had no idea what to think of you but eventually they came to like you.;  You had a very close relationship with Gar, which unknown to you made Jason jealous.

 

Jason sat leaning back against the dining table glaring at gar and Y/N playing  video games  together in the living room , he scoffs when gar says something not even that funny and you laughed “He's not even funny “he mutters bitterly.

 “You know you could just ask him out right instead of glaring at him” Dicks voice interrupts his jealous pinning, Jason quickly turns to Glare at Dick, he puts his hands up in surrender joining Jason leaning against the table watching the two boys play together.

“What the hell, that’s cheating” you growl elbowing gar in the side , He laughed as he beat you. You throw the controller down “I swear I’m going to turn your furry ass into a rug”. you heard snickers behind you  making you turn to look towards it seeing Jason and dick watching you both “oh look dads back” you joke teasingly. 

“Ha ha very funny Y/N” Dick said  sarcastically

Y/n snorted and gave him a mock bow  “I do try” you said mockingly before looking at Jason “jay come play with us” you ask  nodding at the spare controller , Jason pretended  to think about before hopping off the table coming to sit between you and gar. You heard Dick laugh as he left the room “what’s that about?” you asked picking your controller up, Jason only shrugged in response.

 

-  Every single titan knows about Jason's crush on you, they think it's adorable how Jason always tries to impress you with everything he does.

-  You and Jason always train together even when you don’t have to, it was actually where you had your first kiss , it was during training  Jason had finally managed to get you down on the floor , he’s  kneeled over you with his hands on either side of your head cageing you against the cold mat.

“got you” he whispers, breathing heavy sweat on his forehead. You felt his breath on your face from how close he was. “nice moves” ' you said breathlessly , his gaze flickering to your lips and back again, you felt the tension between you its thick and suffocating but you can't help but want more. Jason slowly closes the distance between you giving you enough time to pull away, but you don't so he pressed his lips to yours.  you  respond eagerly you relish in the feel of his rough lips and the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip.

 

- After that you and Jason were banned from training together on your own for awhile when Dick walked in on you both almost fucking, he also gave you and Jason the sex talk  which you and jay found it funny at Dick awkwardness.  The rest of the  titans found yours and Jay's relationship adorable until they had to listen to you flirt on missions.

You sat in the titan’s tower at the commands table watching the screens, you had gotten hurt on a mission a couple days before and injured your shoulder so you were made to stay behind and man the coms “ you're looking good guys'' you said trying to pick up your spoon with your non dominant hand since the other was in a sling  without spilling your cereal everywhere. when Jason’s voice suddenly came through your ear piece“ don’t I always look good Y/N". 

“ Sure you do wonder boy” you said teasingly which caused Jason to let out an offended noise “ wow I seem to remember you saying something  very different last night” jason said returning your teasing.

 “ maybe I need a refresher of last night “ you said grinning as you ate your cereal smugly before dick sighs into the com “Guys please not during a mission” Dick said annoyed

You and Jason snicker “sorry dad”

-Jason’s favourite pet names for you are :  baby or babe 

- He likes being the big spoon when you sleep/cuddle but he does enjoy being the small spoon if you ask or if he’s had a bad day

Slight NSFW

- This boy can be the brattiest guy ever , he likes you taking control in the bedroom most of the time  but he does also like switching. This boy definitely has a massive praise kink, absolutely falls apart the first time you called him a good boy 

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Break in

Summary: When an alarm goes off while Y/n and Wanda are home alone, things get a little tense.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: Mentions of depression, witchcraft, knives being thrown at grown men, horror movies, character death, terrorism, break ins

Y/n and Wanda sat on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between the pair. "Why is she going into the basement?" Wanda asked, floating a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Becuse she thinks her aluminum baseball bat and 10 minute Pilates sessions are gonna stop a deranged serial killer who may or may not have made a deal with a demon." Y/n said, stifling a yawn. Wanda shook her head, pulling her knees into her chest. The duo watched in mild disgust as the girl got stabbed by the very baseball bat she brought down with her after the killer broke it in half. "So, remind me why were watching a horror movie when the point was to be happy and calm, and forget are clinical depression? Shouldn't we be watching something like, I dont know, Bewitched or the Dick Van Dyke show?" Y/n floated some pop corn into his mouth, watching his sister curiously. "Bewitched feels a little too on the nose, and I haven't watched Dick Van Dyke since Pietro..." Y/n put his hand on top of hers. He was about to say something when a loud alarm began blaring through the house. The pair stood up, y/n floating the bowl on to the coffee table before walking to a tablet built into the wall and putting the house into lock down. "The cameras have been down for a week, so we don't know where the intruder is." Y/n told Wanda, who was standing behind her. "But let's find them and show 'em why you don't mess with the Avengers."

Y/n was walking down the hallway to the kitchen, having seperated from Wanda who went to look upstairs. "Whoever's in here, I just want you to know that I used to be a terrorist, I have no qualms against going against the Geneva Convention." He yellee out, a small orb of gold energy flowing around his hands. He made his way into the kitchen, looking around and finding nothing, he was about to leave when he heard someone take a step behind him. He whirled around, his energy grabbing every knife and fork in the kitchen, all of them flying and pointing at the intruder, who was, "Clint? Triple Goddess I almost killed you!" The floating items fell to the floor and y/n ran forward, cupping clints face on his hands. "I guess I should have knocked first." He laughed kissing Y/n's forehead. "I got you these." He held up a bouquet of yellow, blue, and red f/f. "I saw them and thought of you, Wanda, and Pietro." He said, handing the to y/n. The shorter male rested his head on Clints chest, "I love them. And you." Clint put his head on top of y/n's, squeezing him in a hug. "I love you too." The pair stood there for a few minutes before Wanda came in, ready for blood. "Let go of my brother you.... Clint?" Y/n turned around and saw Wanda, with a knife in her hand, staring at them confused. "Hi." He chuckled nervously. "Didn't know you were here." The three of them stood there awkwardly. "So, movie?" Y/n chuckled out, trying to break the silence. "Yeah, let's go finish our movie." Wanda nodded and walked away, leaving the kmife on the counter. Y/n placed the flowers in a vase and then pulled Clint with him as they joined Wanda to watch the movie.

Thanks you reading, sorry it's weirdly written.

[hintofelation99]

Kate Babysits

Bruce: Kate I have an emergency.

Kate: What's up Bruce?

Bruce: A sorcerer put a deaging spell on the kids and-

Kate: And you need my help tracking down the sorcerer? No problem I-

Bruce: Actually I was going to see if you could babysit while I figure this out.

Kate just glares at him: Why can't Alfred babysit? Or your Justice League friends? Or, maybe, just maybe, you could hire a fucking babysitter!

Bruce, sighing: Please Kate, just stay back and babysit, please?

Kate: ...fine, but just remember I have no idea how to entertain kids, so if anything goes wrong it's on you.

Bruce, rolling his eyes: Sure, what's the worst that can happen?

-> 30 minutes later <-

Kate holds a two month old Damian as she looks down at a 4 y/o Duke, 5 y/o Tim, 5 y/o Steph, 6 y/o Cass, 6 y/o Jason, 11 y/o Dick, and 12 y/o Babs.

Kate: Okay kiddos, remember what auntie Katie taught you, no shooting in the house or at eachother.

Hands the kids guns.

Babs: Miss Katie, are you sure this is a good idea?

Kate: Of course it is swe- JASON! You will not try to shoot Tim! And stop chasing him before- Oh no...

Tim falls down the manor stairs, knocks out his front teeth. Kate shifts Damian to one arm and runs to the now crying Tim, picking him up and holding him on her hip, she checks him over.

Kate: Oh fuck! Bruce is gonna kill me!

Steph: Fuck!

Kate slowly turning to look at Steph: ...no

Steph, runs away yelling: FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

Kate: Shit!

Dick, opens his mouth

Kate: Don't you dare! Go swing from a chandelier or something.

-> 5 minutes later <-

Cass: F- fu- fuck!

Kate: What?! How??

Steph, looking very proud: Cass and I played school and I taught her a new word!

Kate: Why would you-

A loud crash comes from the foyer.

Kate: shitshitshitshit.

Sees Dick on floor, mostly unharmed other than some bruises and a cut on his hand from a sharp metal edge on the chandelier.

Kate: What did you do?!

Dick: You told me to swing from a chandelier!!

Kate: It's called sarcasm!

Babs, sticking her tongue out at Dick: He's only 11, and my dad says that sarcasm is for adults. Like me!

Kate, looking unimpressed: How old are you?

Babs, looking very proud: I'm 12!

Kate: Well, that sucks because sarcasm is for 13 and up.

Babs looks offended and Dick sticks out his tongue at her.

Kate, shoves Damian into Barbara's arms: Take this, Tim I'm gonna need you to let go so I can bandage up Dick's hand.

Tim, now speaking with a lisp: Noooooo! I'm still sad!

Kate: Tim, please.

Tim just sniffles and gives her puppy dog eyes.

Kate: Fine! I can do this one handed.

-> 10 minutes and one bandaged hand later <-

Kate: Okay Dick, this time you stay near me.

Dick immediately treats Kate like a jungle gym and climbs on to her shoulders.

Dick: Okay!

Kate: Oh my god you're heavy, aren't you a little old to be carried?

Dick: But my hand hurts too much to walk!

Kate, rolling her eyes: Okay okay fine. At least I can still hold the baby, now where did Babs go?

Now with Dick on her shoulders, and Tim on her right hip she walks into the study to find the entrance to the batcave open.

Kate: Shit!!

Kate runs into the batcave and sees Cass practicing with all the weapons while Steph runs in circles around her. Damian has been placed on one of the lab tables near several tubes of acid, fear toxin, cuddle pollen, etc. instead of watching Damian Barbara is typing something on the batcomputer. Duke is still yelling fuck, but now he's also playing with a flame thrower.

Kate, picking up Damian with her left arm: Barbara stay away from there! Steph, Cass, come here right now! Duke, do not play with fire! Wait, where's Jason??

Looking around frantically Kate sees a holding cell. She puts Dick and Tim in there while she goes to catch the others.

Tim: Nooooo!!!

Kate: Dick, your brother is sad, give him cuddles!

Dick immediately pulling Tim into a hug and soothing him: Okay!

Kate takes away Duke's flamethrower: Do you know your abc's?

Duke, looking offended: Of course I do! I can write my name and all my abc's and-

Kate, pulling out a pen and a pad of paper: That's great, show me everything you can write.

Duke nods excitedly and Kate ushers him into the holding cell with Dick and Tim. She gives him the pen and paper, Duke starts to slowly write his name and the alphabet. Kate grabs Steph and Cass.

Kate: Hey Stephie?

Steph: Yes Miss Katie?

Kate: Duke is trying to learn how to write big words, and since you're such a good teacher I thought you could help!

Steph nods excitedly and immediately follows Kate into the cell to help. Kate picks up Cass and leaves the cell, locking the door on her way out.

Kate: Okay, Babs, what are you doing?

Barbara: Playing a video game.

Kate looks on the screen and sees that Baba has accessed the watch tower security cameras and is repeatedly turning alarms, lights, weapons systems, etc on and off. Superman and Green Lantern are freaking out while frantically searching for an invader.

Kate, nods looking slightly concerned: Okay, you have fun with that...

Kate runs upstairs to find Jason, after looking for an hour she finds him twirling a gun and reading a book in the library.

Kate: Wow, I guess somethings never change.

Jason looking up: What'd you say?

Kate: Nothing. Hey, where's your old DS?

Jason: Upstairs in-

Kate: Sweet, show me.

Jason: But I'm-

Kate: Show me now and I'll give you cookies.

Jason: hmmm... okay!

-> After grabbing the DS <-

Kate: Okay, grab all the books you want and follow me to the batcave.

They walk down to the cave and Kate puts Jason in the holding cell with Duke, Steph, Tim, and Dick. Jason is completely unphased by the others surrounding him, instead of addressing them he starts reading again.

Kate: Hey Babs, come here!

Babs: I'm in the middle of a game!

Green Lanterns screams can be heard coming from the speakers.

Kate: Wouldn't you rather play Cooking Mama?

Babs turns on all the alarms in the watch tower, turns off all the lights, and activates all major weapons before taking the DS and playing with it in the holding cell.

Kate: Uhhh, okay Cass, what do you like?

Cass looks at her confused. Kate looks around and sees a knife on the table.

Kate: Here, play with this, just keep it away from the others.

Cass happily walks into the cell while twirling the knife. Kate sighs in relief as she locks the door. She starts to sit down when Damian starts screaming.

Kate, rocking him: Shhhhhh, okay, okay. Uhhhh.

Damian starts flailing around, occasionally he's able to pull on a lock of her hair. She holds him at arms length and continues to rock him, this time it's more awkward due to her arms being completely extended. She sets him down a training mat to find something to sooth him. When she looks back on him he's giggling and gnawing at the handle of a sword.

Kate, shrugging: That works

-> 2 hours later <-

Bruce walks into the cave to see Kate asleep on the training mats, 2 month old Damian beside her chewing on a sword, and all of his other kids entertaining themselves in a holding cell that contains several knives and guns.

Bruce: KATE!! Did you give the kids weapons?!

Kate, opening her eyes sleepily: Wha-? Oh, yeah, couldn't find any toys.

Bruce: ...Next time I'm calling Roy.

Kate just shrugs as Bruce opens the cell door. Steph and Duke come running out, chasing eachother. Cass follows the two timidly. Jason keeps reading. Dick awkwardly carries a sleeping Tim. Bruce smiles takes Tim from Dick.

Bruce, as Tim slowly blinks his eyes open and yawns: Hey Timm- What happened to his teeth?!

Kate: ...uhhh, gotta go!

[arvandus]

Hello! Happy 750!!! So I have this OC with a singing quirk. She’s basically like Giselle from enchanted where she can control the people and animals and occasionally plants and wind with just her voice. However she processes everything around her as music so it’s constantly playing in her head and gives her severe insomnia. She’s also a member of the LOV so I was wondering what her interactions with each of the members would be like but mostly Dabi. Would they find her annoying or fun? Up to you

Thank you! It took me a little bit to dwell on this one, because the idea is so interesting! But I finally got hit by the Inspiration Imagination, and here we are! I hope you like it; I've adjusted it to x Reader per your request, and I hope you don't mind I took just a little bit of creative license for the Reader's perspective and how to describe her quirk.  I also kept it very Dabi-focused in the interest of time.

Dabi x F!Reader w/ a singing quirk (SFW)

💙 It would be a rocky start at first. Dabi would have difficulty trusting you, simply because your quirk is so powerful. Anything that could potentially take away his free will would make him mistrustful and want to avoid said threat like the plague - or remove it entirely.

💙 But Shigaraki says you’re off limits, so he settles to keep you at arms length while at the same time keeping a close watch on you. One wrong slip, and he’ll handle you himself (or so he tells himself).

💙 He also mistrusts you because… well… as a fellow insomniac, he knows that you’re up at all hours of the night. He’s not sure why, of course… he never knocks on your door to ask. But he hears you shuffling around in your space, pacing in your room. What could possibly keep you up so late every single night? What’s got you looking so exhausted every day as if you never sleep? He’s convinced that you’re a spy, somehow sending messages to their enemies when everyone is asleep. Except he never hears you leave your room. Never hears you talking to anyone. So there must be something he’s missing.

💙 You’re an enigma to him, and it drives him crazy. Dabi doesn’t like unknowns.

💙 On your end, Dabi drives you nuts. He’s an asshole, every word that falls from his mouth laced in backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive accusations. You’d come close to using your quirk on him on many occasions, just to make him shut up or leave the room. Fortunately for Dabi, you have a personal code of honor that you abide by, and controlling people through your singing is only reserved for your enemies.

💙 He’s not your enemy… not yet at least.

💙 You know why he doesn’t trust you, and you don’t blame him… and he's certainly not the first person to be suspicious of you. But does he really gotta be such a dick about it? You try to be upfront with him, to explain that you live by a code and he’s safe from your quirk, but it makes little difference. Dabi doesn’t trust easily, and promises mean very little to him.

💙 His trust is finally gained when you use your quirk to save him and the other league members from certain death. There’s nothing quite like the sensation of hearing the beautiful notes of your voice while in freefall and then feeling himself being caught on a strong wind current, only to be set safely on the ground seventy meters below.

💙 After that happens, he begins to take an even greater interest in you, but this time with more curiosity and less mistrust.

💙 He starts poking and prodding, some questions being asked directly, while others are only implied. After all, he loves his little mind games, and even more so, he loves getting under your skin, especially since you refuse to use your quirk on him. It’s basically given him a ‘get out of jail free’ card for being a brat.

💙 He really, really wants you to prank the others using your quirk. And your little miss “I’m a good girl with a special code of ethics” makes the game that much sweeter. After all, you’re just as much a villain as the rest of them. If Toga can go around swinging her knives from her fingertips, then why couldn’t you sing a little song now and then?

💙 But Dabi quickly learns that you’re just as stubborn as he is, if not more so.

💙 Even so, it’s frustrating for you because if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have put up with this level of bullshit. The persuasion, the flirting, the school-yard level dares… the man has no shame and tries every tactic in the book to try to get what he wants from you. What makes it even worse is that a secret part of you enjoys his mischief. His ideas are tempting sometimes. Especially when the other league members annoy you.

💙 On top of all that, he is strangely alluring, even with his scars. And more importantly, the ‘song’ his body gives off is, well, a pleasant one to say the least.

💙 Every person has a ‘musical aura’ more or less, a small symphony of heartbeats, breaths, and something more… ephemeral. It comes through in the way they move through the environment, in the way the air particles are displaced around them and vibrate with their energy.

💙 And for some reason Dabi’s song is practically intoxicating, just like his sharp blue eyes that always seem to pin you down, heavy lids held up by a cocky smirk.

💙 The two of you reach an impasse in your battle of wills, an unspoken stand-off that never wanes. And it’s upon this competitive dance that the two of you begin to build some strange sense of camaraderie.

💙 He’ll eventually give up on his desire for pranking his comrades when he sees you use your quirk on heroes. But not just any hero, of course…

💙 Imagine Dabi’s glee when you use your song quirk to make Endeavor literally dance as the large man’s face flushes red with rage. It was intended to keep him busy while the League made their escape. But it makes it all over the news of course, and becomes viral online for months. The laughter that the two of you share when you get back to the hideout lasts for hours as you watch the news replay the scene over and over it. It really never gets old.

💙 Oh man, does he like you even more now. You’re his new favorite person. And he finally stops harassing you about using your quirk on the League members, instead finding much greater enjoyment in targeting different heroes together.

💙 There will come a time that he’ll catch you on one of your many insomnia-induced nights. It’s a hard one, sleep being kept at bay by the musical cacophony surrounding you, despite your obvious exhaustion. Your strength finally shatters, and you break down into tears in your room in frustration.

💙 Guess who ends up knocking on your door?

💙 Of course Dabi heard you. For months he’s been listening to the pacing of your feet or your frustrated sighs through the thin, old walls. It’s almost become a lullaby to him by this point, a way for him to know that you’re safe and sound… more or less.

💙 “What’s wrong, doll?” he’ll ask, as he stares down at your tear-streaked face. “I can hear ya through the walls, so don’t gimme any of your bullshit excuses.” Anyone else would hear the mockery in his voice, but for you with your quirk, you can hear the song of caring weaved through them, a hidden secret that you’re sure even he doesn’t realize is there.

💙 He won’t wait for an answer as he enters your personal space and makes himself comfortable.

💙 His sudden presence and that comforting familiar song it brings with it soothes more than you’d like to admit.

💙 But you do admit it. You admit to everything. The fatigue you feel, the way your quirk makes you suffer, and how for some reason, the song of him puts you at ease, drowning out the other noise. It’s like your inner radio is tuned just for him. Normally you wouldn’t admit to any of this of course, but you’re well past the point of exhaustion now, and your brain isn’t running as smoothly as it normally would. So what did it matter if you told him everything? You really didn’t have the strength to care anymore.

💙 “Your quirk is fuckin’ weird.” he admits. Then a grin will spread across his face. “You like my ‘song,’ huh? C’mere.”

💙 He’ll have you lay down with him on your bed and hold you close to him, your head on his chest as he rests his chin in your hair. “Does it help?” he’ll ask.

💙 Shockingly, it does. His music surrounds you, and you close your eyes as you let it cover you like a warm blanket. Everything else seems to fall to the wayside, your tired brain only able to focus on one melody - his. Before you can even nod in response, you’re fast asleep.

💙 It’ll become a habit for you two now… On particularly hard nights, he’ll keep you company and hold you. And maybe… maybe he’ll start letting you keep him company when he has hard nights too.

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z BX (cix)

🔅requested by: @bruisedbananas thanks 👀a whole lot👀 for requesting this hehe🔅

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

super fucking snuggly and happy. he takes great care when cleaning everywhere not to neglect you too, so he often innocently showers with you (even if it’s annoying that you can’t both get water at the same time) and takes the sheets off the bed when you’re doing your night routine. he thinks sharing water is a romantic activity (in a jokey but also not jokey kind of way) so that’s always a thing too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on you, he likes your jawline and ears (is this just me being hopeful?) did you guys see that dance video thingy where he went straight for seunghun’s ear to kiss it 👀���🏼. this man loveeessss kissing and biting your ears and seeing the effect it has on you.

on him, he loves his eyes/eyebrows. they’re so expressive and let you know EXACTLY what he wants. he might get a little shy telling you, but he knows that you know just from looking into his eyes. he loves that they have that effect on everyone xo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

anything that will make a mess. doesn’t really want to finish inside you unless you fully agree to it and you’ve spoken about it. he feels it’s much safer and a lot more satisfying to cum on your face or on your back. he likes that way it looks, when he looks at it, it’s a reminder of how he felt and usually makes him wanna go for another round straight after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he prefers getting head to actual vaginal or anal sex. not that he’s selfish, he will always pleasure you. he just prefers the way it feels, the way you look, the eye contact brings him closer to the edge than eye contact during “actual” sex. god he just loves wet sloppy head and fucking your pretty little face until you ✨cry✨.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think he’s had 1 or 2 partners but he’s not all that experienced. like he maybe did it once with each one. but he receives head every week because he can- he knows what to do when you suck him off lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes doggy but nothing will ever, EVER beat good old missionary. he likes “accidentally” leaving his chain on and watching it hit you as he fucks you. wow he’s so kind. in this position, he can also give you as much attention as you wish and has easy access to all of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i wouldn’t say humorous but definitely smiley. he loves you, he loves doing naughty things with you, he loves making you his, of course he’s gonna be happy.

when he’s in one of his super horny moods though… an expression change is very unlikely, let alone a positive, happy, smiley one.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

tends to just leave it and just go natural. sometimes he’ll shave completely but he doesn’t really like it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it depends entirely on his mood. most sex is sloppy and sleepy but romantic and soft, with lots of praise and “i love you”s thrown around.

some sex is distant, with very little care for romance or softness. this is quite rare, but when it happens it’s very intense and unforgettable.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

probably does this quite frequently to relieve stress and just idk escape? usually does it at night when everyone else is asleep because he can get a little 🤫groany🤫 but like… in a good way.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

bdsm- knife play- i explained this a little more in the “risk” part but he lovesss the vulnerability this creates. the trust you’ve given him to do this makes him feel more connected to you romantically too. i mention this in the “volume” part but he likes to say nothing during knife play, behaving a little crazy just for your fantasy.

praise (giving)- when he’s in one of his soft moods, he loves to tell you how good you’re making him feel. his favourite thing to tell you is “there’s no one better at x than you”. he wants to make you feel like it’s all worth it and that he’s never going to leave you because you’re so good (but not in a manipulative way, like he’s serious about it).

gagging 👅- he gets off to you gagging on his dick because it really brings it home that he’s THAT big. he also likes makes you suck on his fingers, especially while he’s fucking you, so sometimes they accidentally (on purpose) go a little too far down and would you look at that, you’re gagging again.

maybe also daddy kink 👉🏼👈🏼 but he doesn’t wanna be basic so he never lets on.

urophilia- ok don’t hate me bc i wrote this (bc we do not kink shame in this house) but i do think 😳 he’d be more than down for showering you in his piss. of course this has to be something you’re into and comes into play only when you’ve discussed it a whole bunch and when you’re both in the mood to do it. he’s not just gonna piss on you for funsies.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

at the dorms in his shared ;) room. maybe you’ll get caught, maybe you won’t 🤷🏻‍♀️. he likes both of you being comfortable too so somewhere like his bed is preferable (he won’t use their beds tho that’s not his style)

also likes public toilets but only clean ones lol bc dirty ones can really dampen the mood. restaurant toilets 👀👀 after you’ve put your hand on his crotch 👀👀 after HE put his hand on your thigh when he knew you were horny even before you left the house 👀👀

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

pretty much everything. you could do something completely innocent and he’d be like “what are you doing? are you doing that on purpose?” and ur like no i’m just ?? washing the dishes. but he’s too turned on by this point to care about your response anyway. most likely in these instances, if you’re not up for it, he can contain himself or takes it elsewhere to deal with it alone

when you lick your lips or bite them… that’s the thing that gets him going the most. in that moment, he just wants to feel your lips wrapped around him until he busts all over your face.

he also gets really turned on when you laugh and smile at him but he’s yet to work out if that’s a sexual thing or not

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i said he likes gagging you with his dick and his fingers but he would never take is as far as making you throw up. a real big turn off, even if he’s never experienced it he knows he doesn’t like it. of course he’d help clean up if it did happen (if he could stomach it) but he’d never do it on purpose and all sexual activity would stop there for the time being.

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

as i said before he likes nothing more than being sucked off. he likes putting his hand under your chin or the back of your head and forcing your head down further. he’s quite verbal when his dick is getting sucked but he’s sick of telling you to look at him so he makes you look at him by putting his hands on either side of your head and tilting it up occasionally.

his skills with his tongue are no fucking joke. he could be down there for just 30 seconds sometimes and you’ve already cum over his face. it makes him super happy when you get giggly and excited when he goes to eat you out.

he understands that some people don’t really like to receive, so he’ll only do it if you want him to, but after he’s finished you’ll be wanting him to go back down on you again and again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think he would be quite sloppy ngl. so he doesn’t really have a set pace, just a happy medium for himself. he can get quite rough when he’s not tired, especially when he’s about to cum.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he likes the risk factor of a quickie in say public toilets for example, but the quickie itself doesn’t really do much for him. unless of course, you’ve teased him enough to only last those few minutes (but the teasing is more likely to be the other way around wink wink)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

with the right person, yes. he doesn’t want you to feel obligated to accept whatever he wants to do so he doesn’t experiment that much, but he’d like to. i think he’d like to bring bdsm into the bedroom but only if you’re 100% okay with it.

talking to eve makes me think he likes knives YOU SEE WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME?! like he’d love to show you the blunt knife, blindfold you, and then gently drag it across your skin. of course this would take a lot of practice to perfect but he thinks it would be worth it for you if you get stimulated by knives.

he kinda likes the idea of getting caught too. like if it actually happened he’d probably be mortified but the possibility of one of the other members walking in on him fucking you ugh he loves it. kinda thinks he could teach people how to fuck you right if they ever caught you too but is NOT prepared for that to happen lmao. also not prepared to share you either :)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2 rounds. he gets turned on thinking back on what just happened and wants it again almost immediately. byounggon sex god me thinks. like no other man hehe.

although he doesn’t last too long the second time. his stamina is probably cut by 5 minutes and there is far less foreplay involved.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not really a fan of toys. would much rather see you get off to him and him alone. i lowkey think he would get jealous if you used a toy lol. would go to the extent of hiding all your toys and acting oblivious when you couldn’t find them. “oh well, i’ll guess you’ll just have to use this instead”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

a whole lot. A WHOLE LOT. and he realises it. like i said, his eyes do all the talking, even if he is teasing you, you know what’s about to happen anyway. he’s probably gonna toy with you and tease you even before foreplay, just so you beg for even the slightest touch. he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, but it’s only fair since you have him wrapped around your little finger.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s actually not too loud, except for when he cums. at that point, he’s groaning and almost whimpering. sometimes he does it as a warning to make you stop sucking his dick because he doesn’t wanna drag your head away when your mouth feels so good.

during intense sessions, he’s silent during sex. both you and him agree that it adds to this “crazy guy” persona that he takes on and it stimulates you both a lot. you being the only one moaning can make you feel a little insecure, a little vulnerable, and it’s something you both enjoy in the moment.

for less intense sessions, he will sprinkle a little bit of dirty talk and praise because ur doing good and he wants you to know that he likes what you’re doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he leaned down a little, his length naturally coming out of your mouth.

“kiss me” he growled. you sat up a little, lips meeting his for the nth time that night. he pulled away abruptly and replaced his lips with his dick once again.

“open” he pried your mouth open with the tip and looked down at you in admiration. “how much are you gonna take this time?” he asked, smirking.

“all of it” you managed to muffle out.

you felt his hand come to your chin, firmly grabbing it and forcing your head down further. he always tells you he’s going to be gentle, but the only gentle thing you can feel in his thumb stroking your cheek absentmindedly. you’re afraid to mention it in case it stops.

“i’d like to see you try” he responded between subtle groans.

you’d been trying for a few minutes, yet you could only take half, and by now he could see it wasn’t working, time for a new method. he pulled away from your mouth and hinted that you should lie on the bed, which you did so immediately.

“turn over” he demanded “and have your head over this side” you patted the edge of the bed. you lay on your back, head dangling over the side, waiting for him.

“you might cry” he warned, before attempting to put the entirety of his dick down your throat. you gagged and he backed away, pleased with himself.

“again” he warned, repeating the action. “you’re taking my cock so well”. he’d done it, you’d taken it all, multiple times. he quickened his pace, your throat already feeling sore.

soon, he completely forgot about warning you, you were too dazed to register it anyway. there was spit all over your face, all over the bed surrounding you, all over him, who was a few seconds away from cumming. he managed to pull away from your mouth in time, releasing his cum all over your naked upper half.

“look at the mess here” he groaned “you’re such a naughty little girl” he said while making his way around the bed, getting ready to give you the best treatment you’d ever receive.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

👀 okay so first of all he’s in cix soooo we all know that they’re ALL blessed.

i think he’d be just a little over average length but girthy as FUCK. he likes using the phrase “stretch you out” because he knows his dick is phat lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

when he’s with you, his brain doesn’t immediately go to sex, but he is constantly horny (like most people let’s be real). he’s down to do it when ever you are, it’s less about when he wants it and more about when he can have it (do u get me i feel like that was v broad lol)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he REALLY wants to stay awake and cuddle with you but he’s tired. like super tired. as soon as his head hits the pillow he’s out like a light.

i'd just like to clarify that i think he can switch between hard dom and soft dom, that’s why there’s not one real heavy focus in this (not that there always has to be roles anyway ofc). but either way he’s definitely a dom and he’s almost always one for dom/sub sex (wth is the phrase for that omfg)

[pennie-umbra]

Game Night

I don’t really know what this is, I’m just glad I was finally able to finish a sanders sides’ fanfic for the first time. 

This fanfic was born from the last video, obviously, and the realization that the creativity twins canonically feel physical pain when their ideas are desregard or their function is “offended” let’s say, which I had to exagerate and turn int angst, of course, so enjoy!

Summary: Remus get sick so frequently that those nights have became his idea of a sleepover. 

Ship: platonic dukeceit. Or romantic. You can interpret it however you want

Characters: Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders and Janus Sanders 

Warnings: swearing, kinda grapphic descriptions of pain and sickness, mentions to vomit. Also maybe some umsympathetic Virgil? I don’t see it like that, but I guess it depends on how you interpret it. 

Word Count: 1729

Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

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If Remus was real, he would be dead. 

And if snakes could demonstrate worry, they would make exactly the same expression that Janus had after looking at the thermometer. 

"How do you manage to get so bad so quickly?" 

"What can I say, being bad is the only thing I'm good at" Remus joked, the words scratching his throat as an unwanted cough came with them. Janus rolled his eyes, trying to seem calm. And falling. 

"Any idea what was the cause this time?" Remus' focus went down to the old and familiar sheet, which he fiddled with, avoiding the question. 

"How hot am I?" He vaguely pointed to the thermometer. 

"You have a 113°F fever" 

"Well, fuck. That's a new record" he touched his own forehead, smiling almost maniacally right after "Shit. How long do you think it takes until my brain melts? 

"Bold of you to assume it hadn't already" Virgil was the one to answer, entering the room with a bowl of hot soup in his hands. 

"Wow Virgil, that was fast " Janus lied, raising an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"I was trying to actually cook something real for once"

"Please don't tell me your burned the kitchen" the half-snake child replied, with some amount of actual fear behind the dramatic hand to his chest and horrified expression. 

"Ha ha" pause "...not on purpose" Virgil replied, looking away. 

 "Yeah, that's my job!"

"Remus, eat your soup, the grownups are talking" the embodiment of Fear interrupted jokingly, even though any of them was older then twelve. Then he turned to Janus again, already guessing what he was going to say "but... it's fine now. I took care of it" Janus made a mental note to go take a look at the damage as fast as possible. They could all be kids, but Janus knew very well he was the only responsible there. 

"I don't like it...!" Creativity replied, sounding like a child who doesn't want to eat salad. Janus sighed as his thoughts were interrupted, conjuring a bottle of perfume and poured it in the meal. 

"Now eat" and so he did. Virgil raised an eyebrow, but he was smiling, trying not to be so worried. Or at least not demonstrate it. After so many times, he should be used to it, but... well, he was Fear. It was his job to keep track of the worst case scenarios.

"Did he get better?"

"On the contrary. The fever is higher than ever"

"And I also feel like someone ripped my bones out of my skin and then put them back, but like... in the wrong way" Remus added, spilling hot soup all over the sheet and his clothes by trying to communicate with his mouth full. 

"So it's one of those nights" Virgil mumbled.

"I'm afraid so" 

Remus finished his soup smiling like there was no tomorrow, opening his arms despite how much that simple gesture hurted "Game night while I'm dying!" Janus smiled, with more sadness in his eyes than anything else. 

"I'll get the monopoly"

•••

"I won"

"No, you did fucking not" Remus immediately answered, not even looking away from his cards.

"You can see for yourself" Janus showed his game, which clearly meant a victory, indeed. Remus tossed his cards on the sheet like it was their fault. He was so fucking close!

"You cheated" Virgil said sharply, as if it was an undeniable fact. 

"Do you have any proof? Janus challenged, not losing a beat or his mischievous smile.

"Yeah. It's the only thing you know how to do" the teenager replied, his tone as cold as a lake in the winter. Janus looked down before he could help himself. Couldn't he keep it down for at least one night? The night Remus needed both of them?

The cards caught fire. It was an accident, but Remus decided to go with that, jumping out of the sheets, trying to ignore the terrible twist that movement gave to his stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he threw up. At least that way these two would stop fucking fighting. 

"What the hell?!" Virgil exclaimed, tossing his game away like it was burning. Which was the case, indeed.

"Let's watch a horror movie!" Well, he got their attention. 

"Did you need to burn things before saying that?!" Virgil screamed. He was standing and seemed even more distressed.This was a mistake, Janus realized. It was foolish to think they could ignore their differences for the sake of Remus. 

"It's more fun this way! What can it be? One of the classics? Some shitty obscure one?" He kept trying, getting out of bed and walking toward Virgil, who walked away from him. Janus immediately got up too, already anticipating the disaster that situation could turn to. A worst one. Because it was already a disaster. 

"Please, control yourselves"

"I'm controlled! I'm not the one burning things" Virgil replied, the trace of the tempestuous tongue in his voice proving that he was anything but in control. 

"Remus, please. Apologize for burning the cards"

"It's just some stupid paper!

"Now"

"It was a fucking accident"

"We all know it wasn't" Janus almost, almost told Virgil to shut up after that. But he didn't need to make things worse than they already were.

"It was a fucking accident" his voice started getting threatened, his eyes started shining with a red danger "But you know what wouldn't be a fucking accident? if I..." his vision went black, a headache that felt like someone had opened his skull being everything that existed and then not even that. 

Anxiety got out of the room immediately after his friend fainted, keeping his gaze to the ground, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stand any amount of time alone with Deceit. 

•••

   Remus wished he was real, so he would be dead. 

   He felt like someone had catched his body on fire, then hit his head with an axe, then exchanged his blood for poison and his bones with knives. 

   "I knew you were stupid, but not stupid enough to try and suggest an idea for Thomas. On your own. After terrorizing him the whole night. Literally hours after recovering from your last..." Janus looked down at his friend, in one of the only moments he didn't try to hide his emotions. Fear. Somebody had to fill the vacancy now that Virgil is gone, I suppose. 

   "It was..." He coughed blood. "A good idea"

   "Oh yeah, I'm sure he thought the same" Janus rolled his eyes. Remus tried to say that he would be fine, but his throat still hurt from the acid of his stomach and the scratching of his coughs. 

   "I told you to not do anything too dangerous. We are..." he looked down to his gloves which, as he knew, covered up for the scales that apparently had decided that half of his face was not punishment enough. "In a delicate situation, now that..."

   "The emo is gone. I know" Remus completed, his voice not much more than a whisper. 

   "Oh please, no. We are better off without him haunting us all day. If he prefers to deal with them, the only thing I feel is pity" anyone else would have believed that. Remus knew it was bullshit the second those words left his mouth. But he didn't say that. Mostly because he was feeling nauseous again and he learned that, apparently, people don't like if you throw up while trying to talk to them. 

   Janus stayed in silence for a couple more seconds, then something changed in his eyes and he got up.

   "Well, if you need me, I'll be reading" said, but before he could go too far, Remus grabbed the bottom of his coat, deciding to make use of his positions of creativity, as with a snap of his fingers green words appeared in the air:

   "It's game night, not a fucking book club"

   "I don't think you're able to play games right now"

   "I've never been better in my entire fucking life"

   The words glitched as his consciousness stumbled. 

   "Remus"

   "You've been reading, studying, planning, whatever every fucking time we were together" he finally was able to find his voice again "Is it me, Virgil, or just you being a dick? 

   "You need to rest"

   "I'm gonna vomit on your shoes"

   Janus sighed, sitting again on the bed. 

   "What do you propose?"

   "Truth or dare" Janus never plays truth or dare. The two of them, Virgil and Remus, would play it at any given opportunity, on the other hand. 

   "Don't test me"

   Floating words again: "I'm gonna take it easy"

   "You never take it easy."

   Remus frowned. 

   "Ok" the half-snake man sighed "let's find a compromise: I can play Never Have I Ever" 

   Remus smiled diabolically. So they had a deal. 

•••

   "Finally! It's been so long since our last sleepover!"

   "This is anything but a sleepover" Janus replied, not looking away from his book.

   "Yes it is! We're sleeping together not in a sexual way and wearing pajamas.

   "I'm not-" Remus snapped his fingers and suddenly Janus had a yellow onesie on. "...I'm not having a sleepover with you. And you're not even that bad"

   "But I'll be. And in the meantime... Please play truth or dare with me just this time please please" he said in one breath. 

   "You already know my opinion about this game"

   "I know that you like it! You would always laugh and even participate when me and Virgin played!" Janus flinched.

   "That was a long time ago"

   "Just two rounds!" 

   "I..."

   "C'mon! You're not gonna lose an arm if you play just one time. And even if you did, you would still have five perfectly good ones left"

  Janus hesitated. He knew Remus would get worse. It was obvious by the tiredness in his voice, even when he was so excited. And how pale he was. How deep his eyeshadow appeared, making him seem like a dead body. 

   He sighed. Remus smiled from ear to ear. Literally.

   "Truth or dare?!" Asked as if he was a child whose birthday had come earlier.

   "Dare, obviously" Janus said, unable to stop himself from smiling at his friend's happiness, even though they both knew it wouldn't last long. 

   But that was okay. Because they would have one another. And that was enough. It had to be.

[flightlessangelwings]

Comandante Veracruz NSFW Alphabet

(This is smut obviously so do not read if you’re underage)

Word count: 2k

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Veracruz likes to be rough, we all know that, but he always makes sure you're ok afterwards. He’s not the type to carry you to the bath or bring you snacks or anything lavish, but he always checks you over for bruises or anything. Sometimes after a particularly rough session, he’ll kiss the marks he made. He’s silent while he does so and you know better than to break him from his haze until he kisses the top of your head and pulls you close to rest on his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Veracruz likes his hands. They get the job done, be it dealing with someone who thought it was ok to get too handsy with you or pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’ll also never admit it out loud, but he loves to hold you close after you two have sex and run his hands up and down your body.

V is an ass man. He loves to slap your ass while he rails you from behind and he will leave little hickeys just for him to see. He also likes that area at the top of your thighs at your hip, especially when he leaves hickeys there that make you squirm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Veracruz’s favorite place to cum is inside you, though he also enjoys pairing your body with it too. And of course he loves when you take him in your mouth and swallow every drop.

Although people may like to think otherwise, Veracruz loves to make you cum. He always tries to outdo himself to make your orgasm even more powerful than the last. And he loves when you completely fall apart and lose control at his touch. He’s not satisfied until you've come at least twice too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When it comes to dirty secrets, it’s different for Veracruz. His little secrets are that he loves it when you ride him and he actually really wants to make love to you. You rode him once and he found that he loved watching you bounce on top of him, and he liked the way he could hold your hips from that angle. It also gave him the perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of you.

And when it comes to making love, it’s not something that Veracruz usually does. In fact, it’s not something he’s ever really done before. But for you, it’s something Veracruz finds that he really wants to. He would need to admit some things to himself first though and he’s not ready for that just yet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Comandante Veracruz f u c k s. And he knows what he’s doing. Before you though, he never did the whole relationship thing, and he’d argue he still doesn’t (although he wouldn’t like it if you said that).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Veracruz is a dom through and through so he loves to be on top of you. There’s no such thing as boring missionary sex with V because he’ll use that position to rail you into next week. Plus, he likes that position so he can watch your face while you fall apart for him.

He also likes to pin you to the wall and hold you up by your ass while he does. The angle drives him even deeper into you and he gets off on how loud you cry out when he rails you that way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Umm have you seen Veracruz? He wouldn’t know a joke if it hit him on the dick! He’s definitely serious when he’s in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It depends. There are times when Veracruz is away for a long time and doesn’t bother to trim his hair down there. Other times, he will trim it down. Nothing extra though, just enough to keep it neat. You’re still getting his cock in your mouth either way though, so be ready for anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Veracruz doesn’t do romance. Well, not in the traditional way at least. He’ll never be the type to say “I love you” in the heat of the moment, but he will do anything to keep you safe. He’d kill for you if necessary (and maybe not entirely necessary). He’s hard and rough, but he always makes sure it’s consensual. All you need to do is say your safe word and he’ll stop with no questions asked.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The Comandante is away from you for weeks at a time sometimes so of course he jacks off. He always thinks of you while he does it too, though he’d never say that out loud. It does the job, but he’s rather it was your hand or mouth or pussy instead. When he’s home tough, he doesn’t feel the need to jerk off since you’re always ready for him and just as eager for sex all the times as he is.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage- Veracruz loves to tie you up, especially with metal chains. He loves the sounds of your struggle against the restraints and the clang when they move against your skin. He loves to see you completely helpless and at his mercy for him.

Overstimulation- Veracruz is the king of multiple orgasms and he won’t be satisfied until you’ve come at least twice. His favorite is when you’ve come so many times that you’re in tears.

Orgasm delay/control- Much like overstimming, Veracruz likes to tease you with your orgasms. Sometimes he simply won’t let you come for a while and pull away just as you’re about to. Other times, he makes it a game to see how long you can hold off your climax hike he pounds into you and rubs your clit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the privacy of his or your place or his tent when he’s out in the field. Veracruz likes when people hear you, but he’s too possessive to let anyone one see you. But when you’re at either of your places, no surface is safe, and you’d be hard pressed to find a surface that Veracruz hasn’t fucked you on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Veracruz is very turned on by sounds. He loves the sounds you make in bed and whenever you moan his name, he’s pretty much done for.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Veracruz doesn’t play well with others. And he doesn’t share. He also won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. And although he likes to push the envelope and mix pleasure with pain, he would never want to harm you. He also wouldn’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, just say the word and he’ll back off no questions asked.

He also doesn’t like to gag you because he loves to hear all the sounds you make.

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

With Veracruz, your face is definitely getting fucked. He loves to thrust in your face like he does your pussy, and seeing himself disappear in your mouth gets him off so much. You suck him off better than anyone else before too. He’ll never admit how much he melts for you while you’ve got your tongue swirling around his cock.

And V will happily eat you out for hours too. Sometimes he’ll start slow and tease you, other times he’ll dive right in and devour you like a bowl of ice cream on a hot day. Veracruz is definitely skilled at eating pussy too, he always leaves you trembling when he’s done.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough for sure! Veracruz loves to pound into you and hold your hips down while he does. Sometimes though, he’ll slow his pace or just still himself inside you just to tease you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Veracruz isn’t a big fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with you and draw out both of your pleasure for as long as he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Pretty much whatever you’re up for, he’s up for. He likes to push boundaries and try new things. Veracruz isn’t shy about using knives or weapons on you too, and of course he’s extra careful when he does something more risky with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy, Veracruz can go all night if he wants to. He is the king of multiple orgasms, and he won’t stop until you’ve both come twice at the very least. Though his favorite game is to see how many he can pull from you in one marathon.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There is a secret black box that Veracruz keeps under his bed that is filled with toys and different types of restraints. He never lets you look inside because he likes to keep you guessing at what’s in there. So far he’s used a bullet vibe, a hitachi, a dildo, cuffs and a spreader bar. Who knows what else is in there...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ok. This man… is the BIGGEST tease. And boy does he love to hear you beg. Sometimes he’ll tease you by just ghosting over your pussy, or even avoiding it all together at first. He’ll just use feather light touches on your clit until you're begging him to touch you. Other times, Veracruz will work you the way you like, but just as you’re about to cum he’ll pull away completely. The most he’s done this was four times and you were in tears as you begged him to make you cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Veracruz isn’t super loud. He’s more of a growler than anything else, and you know he’s turned on when he snarls at you. But he does love the sounds you make. To him, the louder you are, the better.

One thing about Veracruz though is he loves to tell you how amazing you feel. And he loves to tell you that you’re his. Whenever you’re not too lost in your own pleasure, you’ll hear a faint “mine” in a low voice and it turns you on so much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Veracruz loves any type of sensory play. He’ll run ice cubes along your skin and grin in delight as he watches you shiver. Especially when he plays with your nipples or your pussy with the ice and you’re squealing and squirming. Or he’ll use some hot wax and just watch it drip patterns on your body. Sometimes when he’s got you tied down, he’ll add a blindfold as well so everything he does is a surprise to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Veracruz is packing, and he knows how to use his equipment well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not only can Veracruz go multiple rounds, but he’s ready to go any night of the week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tends not to fall asleep right away, even though you do. Veracruz is worn out for sure, but he likes to just lay with you on his chest for a while before he lets himself drift off to sleep. Is it because he actually feels more for you than just sexual desire? Is it because he feels the need to protect you and make sure you’re safe? Veracruz will never tell.

~

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[pingo1387]

Matters of Family

@op-secret-santa-2020 gift for Chrys @hwaaaah! Hope you have had a great week and a good day! 

Gen fic, set in Wano just before Onigashima, no spoilers beyond that point 

The Sunny, well-prepared for battle, rocked in the ocean as all ships do, despite that she was firmly anchored and would not drift. In the gentle rocking of the kitchen, Sanji had just set the last pot from the sink on the drying rack when the creak behind him indicated the door slowly opening. His ears picked up the shuffling of heavy, boot-clad feet, and he sighed. 

“Come on in,” he said. “But keep your voice down.” 

Zoro pushed open the door, scooting inside the galley. “Why---” He looked at the couch. “Oh.” 

He turned the knob, shutting the door slowly so he wouldn’t awaken Tama and Toko, fast asleep on the couch and snuggled up together. Zoro crept over to the bar, sitting at the counter, and watched as Sanji glided across the floor to open the cabinet. A bottle of rum was removed, held by careful hands, and the cork was expertly twisted out with hardly a pop. Sanji reached behind him and grabbed a clean glass without looking, and raised an eyebrow at Zoro as he poured the glass nearly to the brim and shoved it at him. 

“So,” Zoro said after taking a large gulp. He belched, stifling the sound behind his hand. “Are they joining the crew next?” 

“I thought about that,” Sanji said. 

“So they are?” 

“They’re not.” Sanji glanced behind Zoro, an immeasurable sadness in his eyes as his gaze lingered on Tama’s cheeks, too thin for her age, and Toko’s smile, too permanent, too false. “It’s just that . . . at her father’s execution, when she was in danger, and we, y’know . . . my first thought was, ‘I’m going to adopt this kid.’“ 

Zoro snorted through his nose, clouding the glass underneath. “Funny. I thought the same thing when Luffy and I met Tama. Poor kid was poisoned and starving to death . . . she called it training, but with the food quality around here . . .” He sighed. “What are they doing here, anyway?” 

“They said they teamed up and found our encampment,” Sanji said, shaking his head with a fond smile. “They wanted to help in the battle. Isn’t that sweet? Of course, I told them I’d send them home as soon as I could, but I had to feed them first.” 

“So, about adopting them?” 

“Not a chance.” Sanji’s voice was bitter as his cigarettes. “They’re just kids. I know Chopper’s young, but these girls aren’t even fifteen. They---they deserve---a good life. If we’re gonna help them---our best bet is reestablishing the Kozuki Clan as the head of the country. Besides, they have people who love them here. O’toko has an entire village who can raise and love her---O’tama has her teacher, and---” 

“Hush,” Zoro whispered. Sanji’s voice had been raising in volume and pitch and speed as he spoke, and he now guiltily looked at the couch. The girls, however, didn’t stir, and he sighed, leaning against the counter. 

“I wish I could have given them more,” Sanji whispered. “More food. But they hadn’t had good food in so long, it would’ve been dangerous to feed them too much. And we’re running low on food stores ever since the trip to Whole Cake---” 

He cut himself off this time, turning away from Zoro to dry the dishes. Zoro closed his eye and finished off the glass of rum, opening his throat to chug it down. He threw the cup at Sanji, whose hand snapped up to catch it even as he continued to face the dishes, and he put the cup in the sink. He stared at it, gripping the counter. 

“Do you know why my bounty’s higher?” Sanji said. 

Zoro scowled. “Shi---ps and sailors,” he hissed, conscious of their company. “You’re bringing that up now?” 

“It’s because of my relatives.” The word was spat with such venom that Zoro felt the poison course through his veins, and he found himself paralyzed, his voice caught in his throat. “Some reporters must have been at the f---sh---darn wedding. That bounty’s not mine, it’s that man’s. I feel gross just looking at it, and that stupid name.” 

The lingering silence was the antidote, and Zoro could speak again. “What would your bounty be if no one had found out?” 

“How should I know?” 

“I’ll take a guess.” Zoro tapped his fingers on the counter. “Probably . . . three-twenty million.” 

Sanji turned around, frowning. “So, the same as yours?” 

“Yeah. I bet you did some stuff that was cool for someone like you on that island. So, your bounty would’ve gone up anyway.” 

Sanji laughed, covering his mouth just in time. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’d like to be considered equals with someone like you.” 

“But then,” Zoro continued, “the Navy somehow finds out that I have another legendary sword, and I know how to use it. And so, my bounty is raised to . . . three-thirty million.” 

“You’re a dick.” 

“All I’m saying is, we have paint and knives on the ship. If you want to change the names or the photos on the posters, find Usopp and make him do it.” 

Sanji shook his head. “I guess I’ll settle for being equals for the time being. I know I’ll come out on top in the end. I might ask him to get rid of that false name, though.” 

“Do what you want, then.” Zoro glanced behind him. The girls were clinging to each other in their sleep, their limbs entangled in such a way that they would be difficult to separate without waking them. “Want me to carry them home?” 

Sanji hesitated, then sighed. “Let them be. We’ll take them back in the morning. I’d like to feed them breakfast before they head out.” 

“Right.” Zoro stood. “Talk to Luffy if you change your mind about adopting them.” 

“You’re soft, aren’t you?” Sanji said, grinning. 

Zoro scowled, and flipped him off as he left the kitchen. 

[randomdcfangirl]

You're On

(A/N): Kind of a part 2 to Rescue Mission but more random fluff, not really a mission.

(Disclaimer): Anything I write has nothing to do with the comics or movies it is my perception and opinion on how the batboys act and look.

(Tags): @rosewood-1302 @fandoms-and-sunshine (won't let me tag you but thank you for the prompt, this is what I came up with) @hottchocolatte

WARNINGS: CURSING,

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You were 16 now, had been living with them for 2 years now. It was very strange to adapt to living a life that had the slightest bit of normalcy to it. Although the people you live with now are far from normal. But you loved them. You'd never admit it though.

You were sitting on your bed trying to sketch a bird you saw, Damian was always the better drawer, when Damian busted in your room.

"(Y/N)? How many knives do you have?" He asked.

"76, mostly collected from my time in the league." She said.

"Damnit, how many do you carry on your person?" He asked.

"Usually 17, on patrol 30." You responded.

"I have decided to start a competition. Whoever can hide the most knives on your person without it being noticable wins." Damian explained.

"Okay, how many knives do you have?" You asked him.

"76, same amount. I usually only carry 7, on patrol I carry 30 as well. But this is a out of costume challenge." He explained further.

"You're on." You smirked.

"I expect the best from you sister. The competition will go on within the week until someone notices. Good luck." With that Damian left your room and you couldn't help but get a little excited for the rest of the week.

Not wanting to waste any time you got up off your bed going to where you kept your knives. You started adding more to your person in the most unnoticeable ways. You were winning this competition.

Over the next week things got a little crazy. You and Damian were both coming up with some interesting places to hide them. Strapping them to the inside of your elbows when wearing a long sleeve shirt, in your bra, you hid one in your armpit at one point.

Unknowingly to you Damian came up with some interesting places as well. One of those places he doesn't want to talk about (keep your guesses tame ya nasties, wasn't that bad). But also had done the armpit, as well as the inside of his arm, those were pretty basic places, but strange to a normal person.

The first person to notice something was weird was Dick. They were in the living room. It was the end of the week and their siblings needed a few hints.

"Do you see anything different about, Damian?" You asked Dick, who looked up to look but saw nothing.

"Uhh, no why? Is he sick?" Dick asked confused.

"No, God you're so blind. Jason would do better at this." You replied, then got an idea that Damian got at the same thing.

"Don't you dare! I thought about it first!" You said starting to run out of the living room to find Jason.

"That's not fair! We thought of it at the same time!" Damian exclaimed running after you.

"I thought of it a few seconds before! Sorry little bro! Game's in my favor!" You yelled.

"You're older by 3 minutes! I thought of it first!"

That went on for a few more seconds when they finally ran into a half asleep Tim and a very awake Jason. They kind of cornered Jason and he was very confused.

"Notice anything different about us!" Damian and You yelled at the same time. Jason took a second to look them over more confused.

"Neither of you have your panties in a bunch for once." Jason said like it was so obvious.

"What? No. On our person's, Todd!" You said.

"More weapons then usual? I don't know?" Jason replied, but they hinted he was on the right track. "Knives?"

"Yes but on where and on who?" Damian asked.

"I don't care." With that Jason left them and they looked at each other.

"Soooo? What do we do now?" You asked.

"Father?" Damian asked.

"No, he's in a mood and would ruin it. Alfred wouldn't care. I think were should call a tie." You suggested, you and Damian were very competitive and that word hurt your soul to say.

"F-fine. I guess until next time sister."

With that you both dramatically parted ways and went on with your days. It was a strange week.

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Oh my God I finally posted a fic. Anyway I'm going to be spending more time writing my Jason book on Wattpad but I hope you enjoyed this random thing lol.

Self promo lol

[micahscowgirl]

Bite me ~ Chapter 3

Micah Bell x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Cursing, Knife Play (not sexual sort of but still there), Girl x Reader (at the end)

Word Count: 3220

Wow, okay, this just happened. So, in my notes when I was planning this chapter, this part didn’t exist. Like, at all. This entire chapter was just a gap in between two bullets in my notes. The bullets were: Dutch asks you to go on a mission. And after the mission, Micah and you have to get a room at the saloon because of some O’Driscoll boys. That’s. All. This entire chapter came to me once I started typing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I would say I’m sorry, buuuuut... I’m not <3

Chapter 3

The morning was foggy, the smell of dew in the air. You had gotten a good night’s rest and thought your day was going to be a good one. You were wrong. After exiting your tent and tying the flap up, Dutch waved you over to his tent. 

"Are we sleeping in now?" he says with a smirk. "Wish I got the memo, I woke up a couple of hours ago like most everyone else."

"Sorry, Dutch. Haven't slept that good in a while, I guess my body was refusing to wake up."

"I'm just picking on you, darling," Dutch winks. "Now that you're up, I have a task for you. I want you to head into Valentine and meet with a man Uncle met. He has a lead on a farmhouse. I already talked to Micah about everything--"

"Wait, Micah? You can't be serious. You saw how well we worked together in Strawberry." you say sarcastically.

"I saw that Micah slipped up. But I've also seen the energy between the two of you. Something spectacular. Y'alls talents work well with each other." He laughs. "I need someone strong to keep that boy in line." He pauses to take a long draw from his cigar. "While it's still early, the two of you should head out. Both of you need to head to Smithfield's Saloon. I saw Micah out by the horses earlier, I would talk with him, I explained most of everything yesterday to him."

You nod, knowing there's nothing you could do to change his mind, and head to find Micah. You find him sitting on a barrel past the horses, sharpening one of his knives. He glances up at you, looks you up and down, smirks, then continues what he was doing.

"You know, I've noticed that your shirt choice has changed since you decided to go out to play with Charles. They button up higher. You hiding something, dollface?" He looks back up, hoping for a reaction. 

"Yeah, some asshole thought it would be a fun trick to stick his nose in other people’s business, and thought it was even funnier when I hurt myself. Some dick he was." 

"You better watch that mouth of yours, princess," he stands and moves so he's just inches from you. You know it drives him crazy when you hold your ground. "Talk like that to the wrong person, you're giving yourself a death wish." Cigarette smoke is fresh on his breath. You're honestly surprised at the absence of whiskey.

"You're the most 'wrong person' I know, Mr. Bell. Why don't you take that knife of yours and stab me right here." You rip open the top of your shirt, revealing your breasts peeking from your chemise, and point to the bruise he caused. "Look at that, you already created the perfect target."

He looks down and smiles, then looks back up to your eyes, staring deeply. He lifts the freshly sharpened knife up and places the tip of it right on his mark. It wasn't enough to hurt you, but he wasn't being gentle either. You twitch barely, but it was still enough for him to notice. His face is so close your noses are almost touching. "What's wrong, doll," He moves to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "You scared?" He moves the knife slightly, making a small cut right on your bruise. You whimper, causing him to grin. 

You feel his mustache tickling your ear. It's hard to remain still. Micah has managed to make you wet. Your clit is throbbing. In this moment, all you can concentrate on is him. Without the smell of whiskey, you smell him. His musk, sweat. His breath is making you hot. You want him to bite you, grab your waist hard, and use you. Your breathing hard now, every inhale causing the knife to poke your breast, not cutting you, but causing you to shiver in anticipation. He moves his head back to look at you, lifting the knife up, right in between your faces, admiring the small amount of blood on it. Continuing to smile like an animal, he says, "You going to hold that tongue now?" You remain silent. "That's better. You be a good girl, now." He steps back, sheaving his knife, not caring to wipe it off. You breathe out hard. Fuck, you wanted him.

He walks over to Baylock, "We should get going now, got to get to Valentine. We're already running behind schedule." He tries to hide his smile, but you see it. You make your way over to your horse and mount. He trots over, "After you, doll." You kick your horse and move out of camp. You're still hot, but coming to your senses, you realize how stupid you were. He was being a complete dick, and you managed to get turned on. You hated him more now or at least convinced yourself that you did.

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The two of you arrive at the saloon in Valentine. After dismounting your horse, you look at Micah. Neither of you had said anything since camp.

"Well, this is the place."

"After you, doll. Show us your talent. I’ve never seen you in action." You nod, and turn towards the door, popping a button open on your shirt first. You would normally do two or three, but the bruise wasn't very appealing. One still allows enough for a peek.

You walk in and spot the man that must've been who Uncle told Dutch about. 

"Mr. Davis?" He turns, acknowledging that he's your guy. Micah leans against the wall near the entrance. You sit on the stool next to the man and motion the bartender. "I'll take a beer please."

"I must say, you aren't the 'man' I was expecting to meet here." He seems nervous.

"What can I say, some things take a women's touch." You rest your hand on the man’s knee as your beer was delivered. You nod your thanks then turn to face your lead. After sipping your drink, you continue. "Now, darling, why don't you tell me what all the fuss was about. I was sent all this way, it better be good." You keep your eyes locked on his, parting your lips slightly, holding his attention.

"Well, um, ma'am, it's my boss. He has been working me to death--I work on his farm--so I asked for some time off." You catch him stealing a quick glance down at your chest. You gently draw soft circles on his knee with your fingers. "Well, he ended up just firing me. Said I was a burden to him anyway. I-I've been working for him for years, I've been in his house. Plenty of expensive items. I even noticed a lockbox in his room. Must have tons of stuff in there, it's huge."

"Oh, I bet it is, darling," you move your hand up from his knee onto his thigh and give a gentle squeeze. He gulps. "Now let me ask you this, what do you want in return for this information."

"Well, I was hoping after you take your share, uh, you could release his cattle and burn his crops." He shrugs.

"Of course, there's always a catch." You smile. "You want me to be a bad girl, don't you. I don't think that will get you your job back, though, sugar."

"I-I don't want it back. He was never fair to me. I just want him to pay."

"Of course, anything for you, darling." You lean back and pull out your map, laying it on the bar. "Now, where is this house?"

He leans forward onto the counter and starts to trace down a road. As he does, you slide your arm under his, resting in on his leg. You can feel the nervous heat coming off his entire body. 

He finishes up and you thank him. You stand from your stool, making sure to move your breasts past his wandering eyes. "Thank you, dear, you've been very helpful." You place your hand on his shoulder and leave a small kiss on his cheek. "Your wish is my command. That bastard is gonna regret getting rid of his best help, 'cause he's gonna need it after tonight."

You place a quarter on the bar and then walk away, winking at Micah as you pass him, pushing through the doors. The man watches you as you leave. Micah can't help but chuckle at how red the man’s face became, then he follows you out.

Once you are back on your horse, Micah speaks, "Well, well, well. Aren't you a dirty girl." You ignore his ‘compliment’, knowing if you linger on it, you might feel yourself get hot again. 

"Got us the information, didn't I?" He smiles. You realize that he actually has a nice smile. When it's genuine, anyway. "Come on, let's find this place before it gets dark."

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Your pocket watch read 11:54 pm. You and Micah were both leaning against a rock, sitting on the ground. His head was hanging towards his chest and his hat was pulled down in front of his eyes. You reach over and grab his shoulder, shaking him. "Wake up, Micah, the lights have been out for an hour now."

He lifts his head and pulls back his hat. "You know I don't sleep." He looks at you. You smelt whiskey, now. He had drunk half a bottle when you had first arrived at the house a few hours ago. "Are you ready?" 

You nod, holding up a box of matches and your gun. He made it very clear that he wanted to go into the house and you should take care of Mr. Davis' bidding. Micah didn't want you even doing that, but you didn't agree with breaking promises. Both of your stand and start to walk towards the house. Micah starts to walk up the porch, but you grab his wrist to get his attention first. He looks at you. "No. Shooting. We don't need to fuck this one up. And be careful, don't need you getting killed."

"Awe, how sweet. Didn't think you cared, sweetheart."

You wrinkle your nose. "You wish, I just care about the cash you return with. Although, if I'm being honest, if you die, I can't kill you later on."

He chuckles, "Keep dreaming, doll, you'll be dead long before you get that chance. Because of me, of course."

You let go of his wrist, letting him enter the house. You make your way over to the fence the cattle are housed in. You follow it until you find the gate. Locked, of course. You pull out your lock breaker and get to work. It's only a few minutes later when Micah shows up. You've already led four cows outside the fence. You don't need to get them all out, just a few to lead the rest. Micah nods at you, and you both make your way to the side of the fence opposite the gate. Convenient enough, the wheat you were going to burn was right next to outside the fence where you stood.

"You ready to run, doll?" You nod. He points to the woods nearest the both of you. "That way. Whatever you do, do not stop running. Should bring us right back to our horses."

"I'm ready." You strike a match and throw it into the dry crops. Immediately, Micah and you both shoot your guns into the air, yelling at the cattle. "Yah! Yah!" All of the cows panic at once. The cows you let out, start to run off. The rest of them start to follow. You hear yelling from the house.

"Now!" he yells. You take off into the trees. He was faster than you, but you kept running. There were no gunshots, no shouting, but you kept running. Eventually, you came up to the horses, Micah was already mounting Baylock. You do the same and then you both make your way back towards Valentine. 

You look over at him and you start to laugh. "Oh my god! We did it!"

He had a big smile on his face, "I guess we did, didn't we!" He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a huge jewelry bag. You smile at him. "Wait, it gets better." He puts it back, reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a bundle of cash. "It's at least 500, maybe more! Plus the bag!"

"Micah, I must say I'm impressed. I think you deserve a drink!"

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You were sitting with Micah in the same saloon you were in earlier, this time in celebration. There was a couch on the upper floor that the two of you had claimed. It was almost 2 am, but the saloon was still crowded. Drunks surrounded the bar, a few men were playing poker, and a few girls were looking around for work. Micah and you were drinking and you were more than a little drunk.

"Micah. You know, Dutch doesn't know, like, know, know."

"What are you on about, Darlin'" Micah was drunk as well, sitting with his arm around your shoulders.

"The take. The cash. He doesn’t know what we got. I wanna keep it. I mean," you giggle. "I'm a 'bad girl'." You mimick your conversation with Mr. Davis.

"Indeed you are. Bad and dirty." He reaches over and unbuttons a couple more buttons on your shirt. The first one was still undone already. He touches your bruise. "See? Dirty. And so naughty for playing your little arrow trick on me." You giggle again. "I still haven't gotten you back for that."

"Micah!"

"What? Quiet down!"

You hold up your bottle. "I'm dry." You make a pouty face. He sighs. "Pleaase."

He grins, then stands to walk down and get you another. 

You watch him as he walks away. After your glance leaves him, you see one of the saloon girls sitting down and smoking. You once again thought of a way to fuck with Micah. He made you wet earlier that day, you wanted him hot as well.

You get the girl’s attention and motion her to you. She has brown, thick curls, held back with a pin. Her dress was a dark burgundy, tied tight around her waist, perking her breasts up. As she got closer, you saw how beautiful she was; her pale face was covered in dark freckles. She was wearing makeup that matched her dress. 

"Hello, miss," you say, giggling still. "I'll give you 10 dollars if you help me out." She sits next to you in Micah's seat, nodding. That was more than she normally charged for almost anything. You pull out the money and give it to her. "That man," you point down to Micah, who is waiting at the bar. "That's a real dirty man. He did this to me." You show her the bruise through your unbuttoned shirt. "Nothing too bad, but I wanna get him back, ya know?" She nods again. "I need you to kiss me. Hard and rough; he likes it rough. I want you to play with me. Play the part." She looks surprised, such easy money!

You see him taking the two beers from the bartender. "Okay, he's coming."

You reach your right hand up into her hair and pull her in to kiss you. You reach your other hand to her waist. She follows, wrapping one arm around your neck, and placing the other on your thigh. You might be doing this as a joke, but you still get turned on. Your tongue slips out tasting her lips. She lets you in, letting a small noise escaped her lips. She's enjoying this, too. Through all the bad in the world, having someone kiss you and feel you can make everything better.

Micah reaches the top of the steps and turns to walk towards you. He stops suddenly at the sight. His breath catches and he feels himself get hot. Your hand moves up from her waist and grabs her breast. You both were squirming, trying to get closer to each other. The lights were dim on the top floor, so the blinding lights from the bottom floor blocked everyone’s view. Except for anyone who was on the top floor. Those people consisted of a drunk who was passed out on the other side of the balcony and Micah. He pulled himself together and walked closer to get a better view. He stopped directly in front of the two of you and leaned against the rail to watch.

You didn't even notice him. You were only aware of her. Her of which you didn't get her name. Her of which was enjoying this as much as you were. You stop kissing her and move to sit on her lap. That is when you noticed Micah, standing there, watching the show. Your show. You grab her face and kissed again, hard. One hand was on your waist, the other on your breast. You slowly start to grind on her lap, wanting her to feel your lust. She reaches in your shirt to fully grab your breast. You let out a small moan when she pinched your nipple. You were getting wet now. She pulled from your mouth and placed her lips on your neck. She moved them down until they were on the breast she was grabbing. She sucked on the tender skin. You let your head fall back, looking straight into Micah's eyes. You were immediately pulled in. They were so deep blue, it caught you off guard every time you looked into them. 

She pulled away from your chest, making a popping noise when she released your skin. The skin was bright red, and would only get darker as the night went on. She moved down and begin to flick your nipple with her tongue. "Ah, oh my god!" You say in a gasping voice. You moan, not quietly anymore, but still hidden behind the piano and conversation of the saloon. Only you, the girl, and Micah heard your cries. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head further back. You let out another long moan, looking into his eyes still. "Micah.." you moan his name.

"You are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" He whispers to you.

She finally released herself and leaned back on the couch. Micah let go of your hair and you leaned back forward. You kissed her again, this time softer. You start to feel tired, the beers having their final effect on you. You pull from her, eyes, dreary, and whisper to her, "Th-thank you, you're ama-ama--" your panting in exhaustion.

"You're amazing," she says, and you slowly fall off her lap onto the couch. She lifts your legs and stands, lying them comfortably back down. A small snore immediately comes from your sleeping, drunken body. She looks at Micah, nods, "Sir."

He nods, then turns his attention back to you. Normally, if he saw two girls together, he would be attracted to both. But it wasn't just two girls. One of them was you. He wanted you.

He heads back down to the bar and paid for a room. You both were staying there tonight.