#rougish

[dndtreasury]

Fabulous Wig

[ghastlyfantasy]

THE tanks of all time.. 🤍🖤

[juniaships]

After so many Linguine clones it's honestly refreshing to see a design like Jacob

[ryegarde]

I didn't just spend the last hour discovering a gay couple ship with too little screen time and I didn't just spend the last hour scouring every source to see all of their couple moments. That didn't happen and I definitely don't have a midterm tomorrow everything is fine.

[missbaphomet]

Listening to Roundabout but NOT for jojo reasons.......... if you can believe that

[wizardnuke]

i love my ocs

[roughentumble]

"its a marriage of true souls" liar.

youre a funny bitch for lying like that tho. especially to the king

[taupewolfy]

unprompted but i actually really liked s3 eugene's design. however i am a sucker for good jackets so there is a bias going on there

[ifacotarwasgood]

CHAPTER 7 - page 6/?

original word count: 5525

revised word count: 2742

click for ch 7's full comparison document.

original:

Apparently, all attempts to flatter me were dead and gone. So I looked Lucien right in his remaining russet eye and said, “I’m sorry.” Lucien leaned back in his chair. “How did you kill him? Was it a bloody fight, or just cold-blooded murder?” My spine stiffened. “I shot him with an ash arrow. And then an ordinary arrow through the eye. He didn’t put up a fight. After the first shot, he just stared at me.” “Yet you killed him anyway—though he made no move to attack you. And then you skinned him,” Lucien hissed. “Enough, Lucien,” Tamlin said to his courtier with a snarl. “I don’t want to hear details.” He turned to me, ancient and brutal and unyielding. I spoke before he could say anything. “My family won’t last a month without me.” Lucien chuckled, and I gritted my teeth. “Do you know what it’s like to be hungry?” I demanded, anger rising to devour any common sense. “Do you know what it’s like to not know when your next meal will be?” Tamlin’s jaw tightened. “Your family is alive and well-cared for. You think so low of faeries that you believe I’d take their only source of income and nourishment and not replace it?” I straightened. “You swear it?” Even if faeries couldn’t lie, I had to hear it.

revised:

“Do you think so poorly of faeries that you’d assume I wouldn’t replace their only source of income?” “What are you talking about?” “It’s not in my nature to let innocents starve.” “If your plan was to always take care of them,” I said, “why didn’t you tell me when we left the cottage?” Tamlin leaned forward, gripping the arms of his chair. “Would you have believed me? Do you even believe me now?” How could I believe him? “Why should I? Faeries are masters of spinning truths to their advantage.” “Some would say insulting a Fae in his own home is unwise.” His grip tightened, so hard his claws sank into the wood. At the sound, I scrambled to my feet—ready to run or fight, I didn’t know—but the tang of magic seared my nose. Invisible hands shoved me down. I tried to twist, but my arms wouldn’t move. My spine was crushed against the chair. I glanced at the knife beside my plate. I should’ve gone for it first. He spat, “Don’t forget that you asked for this. I was happy to kill you.” “Tamlin,” Lucien said warningly.

[direwombat]

Mmmm charlie x Paola the mummy au

[m2ok]

I’ve never been so madly in love

Cowboy! Johnny Mactavish x bottom! M!reader

Tw: soft fluffy smut

A/N: Guys this is my first time writing smut…I think I did alright, but let me know if you have any critiques for future reference :) 

Johnny twisted in the bonds tied around his wrists, thick rope cutting into soft skin as he wriggled about from where you had placed him on top of your horse. 

“Oh come on!” He groaned, trying with all he had to stretch the rope and break it, but to no avail. 

You ignored him, the hefty bounty you would get for his capture heavy on your mind as you made your way steadily back to your little town for which you were the sheriff of. 

Seemingly annoyed at your lack of attention, he shuffled forward as much as he could on the horse, knocking his shoulder into yours to force you to put your eyes on him. 

“Can we at least stop for the night! Wolves live near these parts and I’d rather not meet em.” He tried to reason. 

You rolled your eyes at the man as you ventured onwards, shaking your head at his pleas. 

“With the bounty on your head I wouldn’t worry about wolves. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ them take that money from me” you assured, though positive your words did little to comfort him. 

Johnny chuckled dryly, “aw sheriff, you wound me.” he mocked, struggling against the ropes halfheartedly. After a moment he sighed, once again giving up.

“Tell me honest pal, that bounty’s all worth it? All the work, risking your neck each time? For what, a few coins and a pat on the back?” He gazed ahead down the darkening trail. The trees seemed closer, though miles ahead still, shadowy figures lurking within just awaiting his arrival. 

“When was the last time you took a rest, had yourself a drink or dance with a pretty thing?” Johnny glanced sidelong at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes despite his words. 

You were tempted to ignore him once again, but you figured conversation might do you some good out on the dusty landscape. Though you wished it was with better company. 

“Dance with who? You?” You scoffed, shaking your head as you adjusted your hat so it wouldn’t cover your eyes. 

“This here’s the only work I’ve known. I’ll be damned If I let it go now,” you didn’t care much for the money nor the glory despite what you had said, the chase was the most fun part; that was what kept you going and made the job enjoyable. 

And Johnny was the only man who routinely matched your wits. Though this time proved different, this time you had finally won. It was a kind of euphoria you hadn’t felt in a long while. 

Johnny let out an obnoxious bark of laughter. “Well now sheriff, I’ll have you know I get rather frisky when I’ve had one too many. But you don’t seem the type.” His smile faded as he pondered your words. 

“Aye…I get it. The thrill of it all keeps the blood pumpin’. Nothin else quite like the open road.” He sighed wistfully. “What I wouldn’t give to feel that freedom again, even if just for a night.”

The horses slowed as darkness fell. Up ahead was a small clearing, as good a spot as any to camp, and it had Johnny eying you sideways again.

 “Bet you five dollars i can wriggle outta these here ropes by mornin’. Whaddya say?” He flash a rougish grin, bright eyes watching for your reaction.

You stopped the horses as you camp upon the little plot of land, dismounting as you unpacked the little rucksack you carried. You set up a small tent with a mat on the inside for a buffer against the hard ground and some furs for warmth. 

You spent the next few minutes gathering wood for a humble fire, completely ignoring Johnny until the thing was built - then you spoke as you dusted your hands off on your worn denim. 

“I’d be a damned fool if I took that bet.” You said as you looked over at him, the mischievous glint in his eyes doing little to ease your nerves. “Reckon I won’t get much sleep tonight on account of makin’ sure you stay put.” You grumbled to yourself as you practically dragged him off of the horse, setting him in front of the fire before he could complain about being cold. 

Johnny chuckled at your wariness. “No need to fret sheriff, I ain’t goin anywhere.” He said with a wink before he shifted into a more comfortable position, eyeing the flickering flame.

“Must get lonely out here though. Never thought I’d say this, but I’d offer you some company.” His grin returned, flecks of gold in his eyes as he gazed over at you from where he sat, his eyes holding something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

“We bounty men gotta stick together after all. Who else understands the thrill of the chase, hm?”

He leaned forward, closing in on your space as his voice turned low, “and between you and me, I’ve had my sights set on a certain lawman for a while now. Why do you think I keep letting you catch me?” He winked. 

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling warm in places the fire couldn’t have reached. Damn scoundrel was playing games with your head, same as he did to escape time and time again. But part of you found yourself intrigued at his new tactic, despite your better judgment.  

You wrote off his words as deception, an attempt to get your guard down just enough so he could run off in the middle of the night with everything you owned. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, adjusting your pants as you turned your attention back to the fire to hide your blush; hoping he would right off your red face as a result of the fire burning bright in front of you. 

“You’re bad at hidin’ your intentions. No wonder ya get caught so often, you’re a terrible liar.” You said with a roll of your eyes, trying as hard as you could to ignore the temptation and desire slowly building in the deep pit of your stomach. 

You and Johnny had always had this strange sort of relationship. He would tell you sweet nothings, his face so honest and true you couldn’t help but believe him only for him to run off the second he saw an opportunity. Though you always crossed paths again, and he always assured he meant what he said.

You knew it was wrong to feel this way about a man of his stature, and you hated your body for betraying your mind. The desire in you slowly turning into sick guilt at the feeling of being physically attracted to a man you were supposed to be capturing, and likely sending to his death should you turn him in. For what crimes committed you couldn’t rightly say. 

Johnny chuckled once again, not missing the slight flush creeping up your neck towards your ears. “Now now sheriff, no need to be coy. Ain’t no crime in finding a fella agreeable.”

He shifted his bound wrists, leaning ever closer so his words were for your ears alone. “And to be honest, I’ve yet to meet a man as cunning and determined as yourself. It’s…inspiring” His breath was warm against your skin, lips barely inches from your own. Fear and desire warred within - this outlaw could ruin you with a single move. And yet…out here in the whispering dark, titles and duties seemed so far away and futile. 

Johnny searched your gaze, smile fading to something hungrier, questioning. After so long chasing each other’s shadows, what would happen if one of you stopped running, just for a moment?

The fire crackled lower as stars emerged unseen above trees. Anything could happen…if you would just let it.

Your own eyes were blown wide as he leaned in ever closer, sharing the same air as you gazed into his eyes. You wanted to believe his words, and you wanted to give into your instincts. No. You couldn’t, you had to convince yourself this was just an issue of forced proximity. So pent up from a job you couldn’t catch a break from that you got hot and bothered at the sight of an attractive man. You were better than your instincts, you had to believe that. 

You cleared your throat as you leaned away from him, shaking your head as your eyebrows furrowed while a new sort of feeling filled you - hurt. You weren’t sure why this new emotion popped up, but it did. You wanted to be seen as more than just a means to an end, but you knew this life didn’t offer much of that. Everyone was always going to be more worried about their own skin, and maybe you should take their lead. 

“M’ not gonna be something you use just to get away. Nor will I be a one night stand.” You grumbled, words firm and sure as you mindlessly poked the fire with a nearby stick as a way to distract yourself from the current situation. 

Johnny sat back with a sigh, watching your restless stoking of the flames. Clearly this situation stirred more within you than you cared to show. And he understood - to give in would risk everything, for the both of you. 

“Hey now…” He said softly as his gaze turned tender “I meant no disrespect.” His tone was gentle now, earnest in the firelight. “Fact is, I’ve never met a man like you. There’s something about you that intrigues me, lawman. Something worth riskin’ it all for, if you’d have me” 

He held your gaze steadily, searching. After so long running wild, the idea of settling…It didn’t scare him half as much as he thought. Not if it was with you. 

Johnny smiled faintly. “What do you say we grab this here bounty in the morn, head into town as partners? I’m willing to turn a new leaf, if you’ll vouch for me.” 

The offer hung between you, heavy with promise. A chance at something real. It was all your call.  

You thought about your options, finally landing on something you deemed not quite illegal. With steady hands you grabbed a knife from your pocket, taking his bound hands in one of your own while the other used the blade to carefully saw through the thick rope. 

The binds fell away to the wind, and you set the knife to rest on the dirt as you gently massaged the indented skin, unwilling to let go of his warm hands just yet. 

You pulled away to look over at the small town barely a mile away, a big wooden saloon sign catching your eye. “I need a drink anyway.” You said simply as you both made the short trek over.

It was hours later when you finally got back to camp, alcohol still buzzing in your system just enough to give you confidence as you clung onto each other life life depended on it, lips clashing in a heated kiss as you moaned against him, addicted to the feeling of Johnny’s hands on your waist - desperate to keep you pressed against him. 

Johnny grinned against your lips, heart soaring like it hadn’t in years. Finally free in more ways than one, and with the most interesting man he’d ever known no less. 

“Sheriff…” he murmured, guiding you down into the soft grass as hands roamed, learning your shape in the pale moonlight. No need for words now - just sensation and freedom, two men chasing a different kind of high. 

Clothes were discarded in haste, bare flesh reveling in the cool air and fiery touches. Johnny looked down at you with hunger, a longing, he’d never allowed himself to feel fully before this night. 

“Tell me what you want darlin’,” He breathed against your neck, nipping softly at tender skin. Your hands in his hair urged him closer still, the ache inside building swiftly with the need to be inside you. 

You arched into his touch, a whine leaving your lips as his hands roamed against sensitive skin. It wasn’t often you were under someone like this, so vulnerable and splayed out for all of him to see. 

“Johnny~” You gasped, desperate for some sort of friction as you rolled your hips up to meet his own. 

“You- just want you. Please…need you to - to make me yours~” You were begging, frantic hands keeping him close as you waited with mock patience for what you wanted Hips wiggled in anticipation as you looked down to where your bodies were so nearly joined, only needing a slight push from Johnny to come together as one. 

Johnny growled low at your plea, all thoughts fleeing save the primal need to claim and be claimed in return. 

“Fuck, baby. Whatever you want~” He rumbled, grasping your hips to still them. With a slow roll of his own and careful aiming, he teased your entrance with his aching length. Your gasp spurred him onwards, sinking in to the hilt with shuddering care. 

Pausing the savor the connection, Johnny saw stars behind his eyes. You felt so unbelievably right wrapped around him, guiding his rough edges into a smooth whole. 

Bracing above, he gazed down at your blissed out expression and swore then and there - come hell or high water, nothing would rend him from your side again. You belonged to each other, body and soul, and may the devil himself try to tear you apart. 

With that vow sealed in his blood, Johnny began to move with near excruciating patience, learning your responses like familiar paths once trekked long ago. 

“Mmf~!” You moaned, words escaping you at the feeling of being filled so entirely, nearly cumming as soon as he entered, hard member pressing down in you deep enough to make you feel utterly full. 

“Fuck! so - shit - so fucking big Johnny!”  You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer as you began to rock your hips in time with his thrusts, trying to urge him to go faster. 

“Please - please move I can’t- Need you to move-!” You begged, your own hard cock leaking precum against your stomach as you waited impatiently for him to bend to your pleas. 

Johnny groaned at your words, beyond thrilled you found his size so pleasing already. “Anythin’ for you, darlin’,” he grit out, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips forward in a deep thrust. 

That first rollick sent sparks shooting through his veins, your walls clasping him in exquisite heat. Johnny set a punishing pace from there, driving into your willing body like a man possessed. All that built up want and denial over your respective chases came flooding out in each meeting of skin. 

Reaching between you, he grasped your aching member, pumping in rhythm with his thrusts. Johnny wanted you unraveling completely beneath him, marked inside and out as truly his. 

“Come on now honey, let go for me,” he urged roughly, angling for that spot deep within. 

His balls drew tight with the promise of release, but Johnny wouldn’t dare finish before you. No, he was going to milk you for all you were worth before he even thought about his own release, tying your pleasure irrevocably to his own.

You gasped at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, eyes nearly rolling back as your body moved with every harsh pound into you, mind going dumb on his cock. Though you wouldn't ask for anything better, the feeling consumed you entirely, pleasure taking over everything as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach start to tighten further and further until-

With a soft cry you came, body shaking as your spend landed across both of your bodies. Your legs tightened around his waist, desperate to keep inside for a while longer, almost crying at the thought of him pulling out of you so quickly. You wanted to spend the entire night wrapped in him like this.

Johnny groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips through your release to prolong your pleasure. The way you clung to him so wantonly with shaking legs stole what little breath he had left. 

“So responsive already, darlin’. I ain’t done with you yet - don’t worry your pretty little head~” He rasped, uncaring of the mess you were creating. With sloppy rolls he rode out your aftershocks, cock throbbing at your fluttering insides. 

But you begged for more like the insatiable creature he knew you to be. Johnny wasted no time obeying, moving your legs so he could pull you up into his lap, pistoning up into that sweet spot with no mercy. His orgasm teetered on the edge, held back only by sheer force of will. Johnny latched onto your neck, sucking a sore mark to match the pulse beating erratically beneath his lips. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. Ya feel so damn good takin’ my cock. Gonna fuck another load outta you ‘fore I’m done, you hear?”

His fingers returned unbidden to your sensitive length, determined to wring every last shiver from your overstimulated form beneath the glory of the moon. Johnny wanted this night - wanted you - to last as long as fate allowed. Let the dawn take care of itself for once. 

His words did little to quell the burning lust building up inside of you once more, a whiny moan leaving you as your second orgasm of the night rippled through you, this time merely dribbling out of your tip. 

“God- fuck Johnny!” You whined “So good- so so good inside me. Can’t even can’t even think right!” You babbled, practically drooling as you held on tight to him fingernails no doubt leaving scratches along his body. 

“Need you to cum in me - nice and deep and- and make me yours~” You begged, rocking your hips against his. 

Johnny growled deep at your pleasure cries, all sense of restrain utterly vanished in the throes of lustful abandon. 

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’, gon’ fill that tight hole up just how you want,” he grit out through clenched teeth. A few final brutal thrusts was all it took, his release exploding within your clasping heat with a drawn out groan. 

Wave after wave pulsed from his cock, painting your velvety walls white inside and out. Johnny held you flush, grinding through the bliss to be certain not a drop was spared between your bodies. 

As his throes eased, Johnny pressed loving kisses to your sweat-slick brow, nose nuzzling sweetly against your own. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, cock still twitching inside its paradise. 

Johnny adjusted your sated form to cradle properly in his lap, breath coming fast yet deep with afterglow. One hand stroked gently through your hair while the other rubbed your sated length, reluctant to part so soon. 

His sweet words clouded your brain, fuzz covering everything logical as a pleasured haze took over. 

With a weak whine you came for one final time, panting softly as he removed his hand and allowed you to just rest against him. Your body was completely lax in his arms, lingering pleasures twitching inside you still. With another whine you cuddled into him, sweat turning cold on your skin as you sought out his body heat to keep you warm. 

“Don’t leave…” You whispered, the aftermath hitting you hard, body and mind falling together. “Don’t leave me again” you begged, voice shaky as you clung onto him. 

Johnny held you tighter at your whispers, heart near bursting at the confessed sentiment. 

“Never, darlin’, I ain’t goin’ nowhere without you,” he vowed softly into your hair, peppering it with gentle kisses. His hand rose to cup your face, urging your glazed eyes to meet his own smoldering gaze. 

“You’re stuck with me now, ya hear? I’d follow you into hell itself for another taste of heaven like this.” Johnny chuckled lightly even as deep emotion welled in his chest. 

“We’ll face tomorrow together, you and me against the world. Anyone tries to tear us apart will get a bullet quicker than they can blink.” He held your eyes steadily, willing you to see the sincerity in his soul. 

“I love you, little sheriff. Now and always, till my dying day.” With that Johnny sealed the oath with a tender kiss, Pouring every unspoken feeling into action. Nothing would part you from this moment, from him, ever again if he had any say. 

Now yours completely, he guided your limp form to rest atop his chest as blankets of stars looked on. Whatever dreams may come, for tonight there was only peace in each other’s arms at long last. 

~end

As always, requests are open

[dndtreasury]

[croakydoky]

Sports mode helps with rougish agility

[evilminji]

*Slams the door open!* Spooky Kooky EX AU! I AM A GENIUS! You're WELCOME INTERNET!

Pariah Dark. Tall, rougish, full head of hair and a cool scar. A man of Royal bearing. Dead! What self respecting Hot Young Witch could resist? Certainly not Grandmamá Addams. They...consorted, if you will.

Ah, but she was young and foolish. He was dictatorial and set about the destruction of all life. Her mother never approved. Military men, you know. Always away to do SOMETHING. Not proper lay abouts like dear young Gomez.

So... they broke up. It was ugly, of course. What man wouldn't lose his mind over the lose of such beauty? Terrible, terrible business. Lives were lost, cities burned, men went bald. Taxes filed! Why, they even put the man in a COMA!

Most fun she had in years.

So of course, you could imagine her dismay hearing he was suddenly pulled OUT of the coma she helped put him in. Armies of the dead, rising to invade the land of the living and slaughter them all. And her with no dress for the occasion? No stylish hat? Half a country away from the fun!?

She was heartbroken! And not even the fun kind!

That's why she wrangled her family, here, too the afterlife, to bring you a delightful belladonna berry pie! And aren't you just the most GHASTLY little thing? You know, her granddaughter has been about your age for the last 7 or so years, you two might get along! Cause some trouble together. Burn a few buildings down!

Mind if I show the family around the old place? It's been so long since I walked these halls... *wistful sigh*

And? Look. Sam is looking unhinged in her glee. Trying to get adopted. They might have to find a literal crowbar to pry her off. Tucker has chosen to glue himself Frostbite, who is also visiting. He tried Fight Knight but quickly realized they actually regard the poor guy as catnip. Frighty looks HARRASSED.

And Danny? There is a no joke, fairy tale Witch in his castle. He is gonna be POLITE AF. No today satan! He's got shit enough luck. He doesn't need to get cursed! Seriously! What the fuck is an Addam and HOW DID THEY GET INTO THE ZONE!?

@hdgnj @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but consider? Has Tim ever seen Ra's post-Critical Injury Lazurus Dip? Like not "oooh, I am back to my sexy Dilf-y glory~" but FULL ON "I have been Hard Reset back to the Prime Of My Life(tm), which statistically is early 20s, and am now a Young and Hot prowling bad boy. With no Grey in my hair and a SLIGHLTY higher voice, meaning while I sound familiar, you can't instantly place it like you usually could."

THAT sort of Hard Reset.

Bet he hasn't.

Bet he'd have an even HARDER time recognizing Ra's in a Masquerade mask. If Ra's had a smooth, freshly shaven, face. I mean... it's not like Ra's an assassin cult leader or anything. Him? Knowing how to DISGUISE himself? When in his centuries of life would he have had time to learn THAT?

So there Ra's is. Looking rich, dangerous, and slutty. As one does. Tight black pants, loose poet shirt, gold and gems dripping like honey down his skin. The very PICTURE of a WEALTHY young trouble maker. Blending in with all these wealthy fools, up too no good, some of them far more then others.

That's why the Bats are here.

For Intel.

But of COURSE, Brucie Wayne has aged out of this sort of scene. Tut tut. And his waste of a grandson is just a touch too young. A shame. So it's the Detective and a few others, leading the charge. But... ah, SUCH a big building! And can the Wayne's afford to be seen at such a disreputable event?

Of course not.

So they're in disguise. Layers upon layers, Detective. Masks upon masks. Delightful~

Ra's gets to watch Tim work the room. Prowl in magnificent heels. Dodge covetous hands so casually it seems by accident. Extract information people have DIED to protect. Blonde, tonight. He looks better with hair like the night.

Ra's smiles like a wolf.

And begins to hunt his prey though a sea of masks.

Which is how Tim meets a VERY rougish, tall, and delightfully muscled heir too...something. It's kinda obvious, given all the jewelry. Swordsmen too, from what he can feel of those INTERESTING and calloused hands. Tim knows he should focus... but...

Mystery Hot Guy is REALLY forward. Clearly in to him. And it's not like he's gotta marry the guy.

Did he mention the DELIGHTFUL rumble? His voice has a low rumbling quality to it, when he leans in close so he can be heard over the music. His hands are hot and gripping in that "just a bit too tight but not TOO too tight" sorta way? So yeah... he's gonna... uuuuh, go... "question so informants" real quick. Get back to you guys later!

Don't wait up!

And Ra's? Knows the chance of this working more then once is close to zero. So it has to be LEGENDARY. Life changing. Dick so good it ruins the Detective's LIFE. He's got to make sure the next time they meet, the Detective wants to kill him AND fuck him in equal measure.

After all, the Bats have a "no kill rule". Oh dear, Detective. Really only leaves you one option, then, doesn't it?

So Ra's goes to absolute TOWN on Tim. Sinks down to his knees and eats him out til his legs won't hold him. Carries him to the bed to the guestroom they're about to absolutely DEFILE, too use far too clever fingers, to stoke that burning NEED back up. Too stretch and tease, as his mouth worships that chest. That neck. That clever, clever mouth.

Runs his free hand along magnificent skin, wishes he could grip hair like the finest ink as he savors Timothy's mouth. It all feels decadent. Ra's is patient. Aaaand, there, Tim rocking against his hand has turned for lazy pleasure (savoring the glow of a good orgasm) to demanding.

His hands, his kisses, are growing hungrier. Commanding Ra's to give him what he needs. Spoil him like a pampered little prince. Either worship and adore him, or he will find someone else who SHALL. How can Ra's refuse? He'd be a fool too.

A fool not to suck and bite branding little marks upon that magnificent skin. A fool not to hike up those powerful hips a grind and tease with his length, until Timothy's sharp little nails dig into his flesh in warning. A gods forsaken incompetent, to NOT sink into that magnificent heat, pressed so close he can hear that breath taking little gasp of pleasure, as the thickness of himself presses wider and deeper then any BOY the Detective as ever taken.

Ra's AL Ghul is no fool.

But he IS a VERY giving lover.

Especially when he has something to gain from it. And oh, how it is a struggle not show the victory on his face. It would not do, to give the game away at the last moment. He knows better. So he moves his hips just so. Rolling at just the right angle. To grind with in as he thrusts, to grind against as he moves, his body angled just right to tease the Detective's clit.

Strong, calloused hands teasing what feels like EVERYWHERE. That deep rumbling voice monologing a god damned speech on how good Tim's body feels, how perfect he is, how sexy. That cock hitting everything over an over in a way marksmen would WEEP with jealousy at. Tim is pretty sure his brain is melting. Hook up too good, fuck why he came here actually. The others can handle it.

Will he later admit he fucked up? Probably. But that's when he gets the ability to reason again. Right NOW all he can think is a series of frantic porno noises and variations of the word "More". Turns out fumbling around with your teammates is NOT actually a good frame of reference for "what is Sex and how good does it feel?".

Tim doesn't even notice, two position changes and several orgasms later, when he loses his wig. His face is buried in Mystery Hook Up's shoulder, drooling and clinging, as he's worked up and down that mind melting cock like a toy. All that HE registers is that it feels nice to have that stuffy thing off and fingers running through his hair.

His family, though? Freaking out. Tim left with an "informant" (their ASS) and never showed back up. They've all HAD the traumatizing Honeypot Talk from Bruce. They KNOW Femme Fatales are a thing. Homme Fatales are a thing! Did someone send a sexy assassin after Tim!?

Soooooorta.

Dick, powered by the sheer force of Brotherly Murder-Panic and 👌close to showing the world why he and FUCKING DEATHSTROKE have a weird decade long "Thing(tm)" going, kicks down the door to waaaay too many random hook ups... until he eventually find the RIGHT hook up.

Where Timmy ain't got no bones. He be truely, magnificently, well fucked and boneless. A cooked noodle. Orgasm machine ran dry and he can see the shrimp color, Captain. He's cuddling a sex god and actively plotting to tattoo his phone number somewhere on this guy's body. Who CARES where he lives. Tim will MAKE it work. How you feel about breakfast?

Ra's is the exact flavour of Lounging Smug Bastard you imagine.

It's not even smirking "pleased with himself" territory anymore. It's full on "if a tiger were turned into a human, got revenge on the bastard who did it, and was lounging around feeling pleased with itself covered in blood" grinning. Because NOW, he has won.

Dick is, of course, going to break every bone in this Mystery Bastard's body. Jason. Hold him.

Which... just as Tim is about to throw a lamp in defense of his new Sex... something, Robin kicks the window open because "fuck it, I'm helping. Timothy may be an idiot. But he's OUR idiot and you've clearly seduced him with some sort of evil demonic sex magic, you fiend, time to fight." Etc etc.

Only then Hot Hook Up takes of his mask.

He.... He looks a LOT like Damian. A concerning amount. Like... if you were to say, take away the Wayne traits, he'd be almost identical.

Tim is ALSO not a fool.

That grin is very familiar. Those EYES are a shade he knows INCREDIBLY damn well. And oh sweet fuck on a stick he boned Ra's AL Ghul.

And it was amazing.

DAMN IT!!!

Does Tim absolutely HATE that Ra's was right? That Tim SHOULD consider sleeping with him? Yes. Is Tim going to do it again? According to the flashcard forcefully handed to him by his Father, ahem, "No. We do not sleep with Supervillians. We have self control." So... noooooooo, of course not. He would NEVER. Don't be absurd.

(Yes.)

-🐼🐼🐼

tim knows he shouldnt but also knows bruce has no moral highground to say 'dont sleep with supervillains 😭

[gabessquishytum]

So this was literally a horny dream I had: Hob is a highwayman. Lil bit of a Robin Hood type, robbing the rich to give to the poor (but also pocketing a good bit of the money he's no saint). And one day he waylays a carriage, and is in the process of relieving the occupants of their valuables, when he notices that something is... off. The carriage has a bunch of guards and only two occupants, an older man with a cane and an absolutely beautiful man about Hob's age, maybe a little younger. But neither of them has anything terribly valuable on them, so why all the guards? And why is the older man watching the young man more carefully than HOB, a robber with a loaded gun? And the young man looks awful, exhausted and disheveled and heartsick, maybe even a little physically sick, like he's been running on spite instead of food and water for... a while now.

The young man isn't watching Hob either, his eyes keep darting between the open carriage door and the old man. And there's a brief moment that the robbery gets tense and he flinches, which is perfectly reasonable behavior in a robbery, except that he's flinching TOWARD Hob, who is, again, a robber with a loaded gun.

So Hob, trusting his instincts, turns to the young man with a rougish grin, and says something about how there's nothing of value in the carriage- unless, perhaps, the young man is worth the ransom. He's got his back to the older man, and he's frantically trying to convey what he's actually asking with his eyes, even though this is a complete stranger who probably doesn't know him well enough for that.

But the young man nods, almost imperceptibly.

Hob immediately gets an arm around his wait and drags him from the carriage. None of the guards seem quite sure what to do as he slowly backs away, gun trained on their leader. The young man in his arms puts up a very good show of resisting capture without actually hampering Hob's grip on him, or his aim. (And I'm not quite capturing the vibe of the dream, where they've both wholeheartedly decided to trust each other in this life-or-death situation, but it was like- those two minutes of slowly backing away, Hob rambling about demanding a ransom in the hope of baffling everyone with his bullshit, have bonded the two of them for life, becauseit proved to both of them they can trust each other absolutely)

As soon as they're a good way off from the carriage, Hob grabs the man's hand and runs.

Once they're back at Hob's hideout the man introduces himself: his name is Dream, he's the second son of an extremely powerful family. The other man in the carriage, Roderick Burgess, had essentially kidnapped him, dragging him away from whatever university he was at to have him forcibly married to one of his sons. He suspects that a member of his own family helped arrange the forced marriage, but he can't be certain.

I forget how exactly it played out, but Hob ended up offering to go back to Dream's family home with him, essentially as a bodyguard- Dream is planning to just run away before anyone can succeed at forcibly marrying him off, but there are a few valuables he needs to grab from his family home first, and a few of his siblings he wants to let know about his plans.

So they do that. Although I think if I were doing this as a fic I'd put a little breather here, where they stay in Hob’s hideout for a bit until they can pull together a disguise for Hob, and Hob ends up nursing Dream back to health because he is a MESS from the kidnapping- nobody had physically harmed him (yet), but between the stress and the fact that he spent the whole time refusing to eat (partially out of spite, partially fear of being drugged) it did a NUMBER on him.

(Also this wasn't just a nebulously historical au in my dream it also nebulously took place in the omegaverse, which mostly meant that 'forced marriage' was also 'forced mating' but there was also this thing where when they do go back to Dream's family home, alpha!Hob is pretending to be omega!Dream's chaperone. And I would LOVE to figure out what sort of worldbuilding my subconscious mind intended to exist there.)

So they go back to Dream's family, and it's tense. Hob is pretending to be a Societally Acceptable acquaintance of Dream's, who's chaperoning him for Dream's safety after Dream escaped from being kidnapped twice. Dream's spinning a story about how Burgess kidnapped him, and then he was double-kidnapped by a highwayman, but managed to run away from the highwayman and went to his friend Robert for help. Dream's parents are pretending they know NOTHING about why Burgess would POSSIBLY have kidnapped Dream.

And everyone is pretending to believe each other's lies. Hob picks up on how to mimic 'upper-class gentleman' fairly quickly, but he's an awful actor (so ironically, the impression he's giving isn't 'highwayman pretending to be a gentleman' so much as it's 'gentleman who's lying about how he knows Dream'). And Dream and Hob both know that whoever arranged for Dream to be kidnapped in the first place will try again.

So they grab Dream’s belongings the first chance they get, slip a note to Death explaining what they're going to do (and asking her to explain things to Delirium if she gets the chance), and run for it. (And proceed to do a lot of robbery together, still Robin Hood style but specifically targeting people that Dream KNOWS are assholes. Hob's in charge of strategy, Dream's in charge of covering their tracks, they cooperate on the actual robbery part. Hob often tells Dream that he knew from the moment they met that they'd be able to work together this well.)

Burgess does eventually catch up to them, but by that point there's not much he can DO. He can't accuse them of theft, no one would ever believe that the lovely young couple living in a modest house at the edge of town are secretly criminals. Sure, they definitely have money but they're so generous with it, they couldnt be thevies. And even if someone DID believe him, Dream covered their tracks too well.

And he can't pull off the forced marriage thing, either, because Hob and Dream are very much married/mated. (And maybe, depending on how long it takes Burgess to catch up, have a kid on the way...)

YAY!! ficlet in my inbox!! I'm jealous of your dreaming brain, to be honest. Last night I dreamt I was playing catch with a hamster.

I especially like this being omegaverse because the whole "forced mating" thing is such a genuinely horrifying threat and I love the hurt/comfort of it all. The biological compulsion of mating and heats and all that stuff is so genuinely scary, and I bet Dream would HATE his body for it's omegaish tendencies. Adding my own personal omegaverse headcanon, I like the idea of Dream actively getting sick because he's with Burgess, who is literally physically repellent to him. Like, his body actively rejects the whole thing and even starts to shut down because the scent is so disgusting, he can't deal with it any more... its only when he's been around Hob’s scent for a while, that he actually starts to recover properly.

Imagine how proud Dream would be of his mating mark, one which comes from genuine love and mutual respect. He'd be standing behind Hob looking so smug as Burgess rages and throws a tantrum. How dare Dream be happy?! Hob is probably itching for permission to kill Burgess for threatening/scaring/just being in Dream’s presence, but Dream doesn't even care. He wants Burgess to live and suffer in his miserable old age with a son who doesn't even like him.

Meanwhile Dream will be happily raising his own son with Hob, and having the time of his life commiting dramatic robberies and distributing wealth among those who deserve it. Its the happiness he truly deserves.