#they'd be fighting over who gets to sit in front of the camera and it'd be the funniest thing to watch

[destinymoore05]

IM SORRY WHEN WAS THISSSSSS

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This one is too funny (if it's true), imagine the stan crashout if that train wreck happened 😭

I also heard she followed him on IG and unfollowed him when he didn't follow her back? Maybe that's what happened?

@allittakesisoneflight

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

I keep rereading "This is me trying" and I have a questions.

Did the Family set the dinner up as a test? At least, once Reader was late getting to the dinner. They had assumed she would run, not fight, and then they'd have an excuse to get rid of her permanently.

Or, on the other hand, the one time Reader isn't watching over the maid kitchen is the time the Family gets attacked? Perhaps Reader was, accidentally, guarding the one entrance no one expected. Maybe even the one entrance that was guarded? But the Family doesn't believe in coincidence. So they put together 'evidence' of Reader protecting them. (Reader asking why a maid was being shady. Closing the door when one purposely left it open. Or any other thing that Reader views as common sense that the Bat Family sees as directly protecting them, especially if outside cameras of the same timestamps show mobilized groups.)

(Hell, maybe the maids waited until Reader was obviously not showing up because they like her?)

I also am wondering if Bruce immediately tried to change Reader's school, or if he forgets he never enrolled her in Gotham Academy?

It'd be kinda funny for Duke or Damian's to search their school for Reader, only to realize she was never there. They just thought she had been good at hiding for years. The two question it, but don't say anything to Bruc. And then they see her as the captain of the cheer team of a rival school they're going against. Gotham Academy loses to Gotham Public and everyone goes wild.

But Duke and Damian, and anyone of the Family that came to watch with them, notice how the Football team acts towards Reader. When they try to confront Reader about it, Reader laughs at them.

Or maybe, when Bruce does try to enroll them and give Reader the Wayne name, and the Reader gets told, she rushes to get re-enrolled in her school? She scrubs the Wayne off her name and goes on like usual. Which gets her dragged in front of Bruce by Tim.

When confronted, Reader tells Bruce, "You said I earned the name Wayne. Because I showed loyalty and a willingness to protect you at all costs to myself. Correct?"

"Yes."

"Why would I want the Wayne name?"

"Excuse you?" Tim interjects incredulously.

"None of you have ever shown loyalty towards me. I haven't even been living in the Manor. Most of my stuff has been moved out since I was 11. I only come back because I hoped that I could have a family in any of you. I hate coming back. I hate staying here. I rarely ever do, unless I'm called back by Alfred for one of your parties that I'm not even allowed to show my face at. It's the one time that I don't 'sit guard' in the maid's kitchen that all of you got attacked. I could have left you to yourselves. I was tempted."

"So." Bruce leaned back in his chair, fingers digging into the arms of his seat. "Why didn't you?"

"Because, I didn't want you to die. I may not trust you. But I am loyal to you, even if it's only to the extent of caring whether you live or die. Something you've never directed towards me. Why would I take the Wayne name when you've never done anything to win my loyalty? You already know I'm loyal. But I'm not loyal to you the way I could be if I considered you family."

"You'd kill for us. You'd sacrifice your life and die for us. But you do not consider us family?"

"I didn't come to your gala to begin with because I was with people I consider family. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, after all. The bonds I've forged with others will always be stronger than the ones I carry out of obligation. I'm not even on your insurance. I've been getting medical care from back alley clinics or through the people who decided I was worth caring about. For now, I'm an easily disposable tool to you. As a tool, I don't want your name. It'll only cause more issues."

"Issues? What issues could you possibly have being called a Wayne?" Tim cut in again.

"A lone and very disposable Wayne, with no support system, no underlings, no money, and very little power. One would think this is you trying to get me killed or trafficked. A mutt in a den of wolves."

"Alone and disposable. That's quiet the statement, (Y/N). What makes you think that?"

"Years of me being loyal. Of trying my best. Of desperation to simply be looked at as more than a burden or the daughter of a whore, as you all love to call my mother. You have shown, time and again, that I am not worth any amount of loyalty. Why should I trust you? I know you don't you trust me. You only trust I'd die for you. Kill for you. Why would I live for you? You have never earned it."

And goes to walk out like a badass. Only to pause at the door, as Bruce and Tim are staring at her in stunned silence. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N). And until you can earn more than my loyalty, I refuse to bear yours."

Reader's face breaks from being just as stone cold as Bruce's, revealing a soft smile.

"When I first came to the Manor, I wanted to be a Wayne. Not for money or power. But because I loved my father, on the principle that that was what he was. My father. When I finally realized you'd never see me as a daughter, I stopped seeing you as anything more than a sperm donor. Earn being my father, or stop pretending you want me to have your name."

Ho is you a mind reader?

No they definitely didn't do it as a test, Bruce would never willingly put himself in a position where he's vulnerable and have his family 'rely' on Reader, even if it's just a test.

Ok so, for the maid thing, ur on the right track!! I don't wanna spoil too much so i'm not gonna say anything!!!!

Also Bruce kinda just forgot about reader going to school period, and you're so right about the WHOLE school thing!! it's like you took it right out my drafts LMAO!!!

You predicted a lot of future chapter plot points ngl but with the whole Bruce and Reader confrontation, you wrote it really good but thats more IBLD reader vibes! This reader is more scared of Bruce, she won't outright challenge or disobey him, she knows better. This version of Batfamily is darker and crueler than IBLD bc they're not heroes. Also, reader is 15, she's not gonna talk to the Godfather of the American mob like that, father or not! This was beautifully written though!! Thank you so much ily <3333

[viisoul]

CERTIFIED DICK RIDER!

{dom!zoro , sub!fem!reader , car sex, non-established relationship, semi-public? not much else:3}

y/n’s huge crush on zoro doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone she’s close with. however, the fact that they’re not close is heartbreaking. however, a certain call seems to make their fate take a turn for the better.

it seemed as if y/n always had zoro's name in her mouth. every time she had a conversation, she somehow managed to get him in the mix. zoro this, zoro that, and then she found a way to slip in his name during a conversation about the next biochemistry quiz.

it's not like she could help it, she just loved him so much. she believed that they were made for each other. after all, he was a football player, she was a cheerleader, it was inevitable for them to see each other. they also were close with luffy—, but everyone knew who luffy was.

either way, she believed that guy was her soulmate. but the craziest thing was that they barely talked to each other. well, that was until about a week ago, when he'd called her out of the blue while she was prepping for her cheerleading practice.

it was a dumb topic, he needed an opinion on something, and they continuously talked until she had to hang up the phone to go to her practice. it broke her to do that, but she had to.

though, she'd immediately felt her heart thump against her chest and her face get hot when she saw a notification from her messages, that person texting her being none other than zoro.

he'd asked her if she was back from practice so they could call and talk more, and ever since then, it'd been them interacting nonstop.

one day, he'd even fallen asleep while talking to her, and he still had his camera on. she was so happy to see him like that, she wished he was like that in her room and in her bed, next to her with his arm around her waist.

she loved zoro so much, her friends honestly thought she was going crazy.

after all, she did a little happy dance and became all giggly when he called, texted, or walked away after he spoke to her in front of her friends. she was the one he'd complain to about practice and the upcoming football game, she was the one he'd ask for advice when he wasn't sure what to do, she was the one he texted every morning and called every night, and she was the one he'd offer rides to and from school with a kiss on the cheek as a form of payment.

how could she not like him?

she was his first choice, and that was obvious. maybe she was being a little overreactive, but she was a bit delusional. there was no cure for that.

"that reminds me of the time when zoro asked if i needed a ride home, and—."

a loud, dramatic sigh came from her older brother, who just so happened to be on the football team right along with zoro. y/n narrowed her eyebrows.

"what?"

"why are you always talking about that guy? he probably doesn't talk about you like you do."

she shrugged. "so? he's still my ma—."

"uh, no he's not. you're not even dating him."

"ugh, can you shut up?!"

"no, 'cause y're such a dick rider! he's all you talk about!"

"well, if that's the case, i will continue to ride it proudly." she giggled.

her older brother rolled his eyes. "you're ridiculous. you just better be ready for our game tonight."

"oh, i will be."

and like the young woman she was, she kept her word. she was ready for this game, because she was ready to see zoro finally play again after they started talking more. he'd been on probation for fighting, so now his temporary punishment was finally lifted.

she was going crazy seeing him play, she could barely focus on her cheers without trying to suppress the urge to shout for zoro.

when the game was over, she made the bold choice to run and give zoro a big hug. after all, he was the one who carried the game, because when he wasn't playing they'd either lost or won by at best five points.

her actions raised suspicions amongst some, but neither of them cared. because now, they were in the backseat of his car, her sitting on his lap as they practically exchanged spit with each other.

his large hand was planted on her thigh, rubbing her skin so softly. her arms were wrapped around his neck while her fingers played with his rather soft strands of hair.

not to mention their clothes thrown on the passenger seat, the two being in only their undergarments.

the two pulled away for a breath of air, a small string of saliva connecting from their lips.

"zoro..." she whispered.

"mmh?" he hummed.

"m'ready."

"me too..." he planted a kiss on her neck, sucking and biting on her skin.

y/n heaved a shaky sigh, her acrylic nails scratching at his bare back. he didn't stop until he left a mark, a dark and noticeable one at that. zoro ran his tongue across the mark, then kissed up her jaw, all while rubbing his thumb against her clit which was covered by a mere piece of thin fabric.

he'd taken a condom out, the ones he had in a 'just in case' situation.

a small grin grew on y/n's lips, though, she was quite nervous herself. her heart was pounding and she'd actually come to the realization of what she was about to do. though, she quickly calmed herself down when she focused on who she was about to do it with.

"you good?" zoro questioned, eyebrows narrowed as he placed the condom in his mouth to rip it open.

"mhm..." she nodded her head slowly.

"we don't gotta do this, y'know. you sure you ready for it?"

"uh..." she swallowed thickly, eyes trailing down to the huge bulge between his legs. "y-yeah!"

"alright." he shrugged, digging into his boxers and not hesitating to pull his cock out.

her eyes visibly widened upon seeing it. it was so big and thick, veins running from base to his brownish tip. she watched as he slid the plastic on, but he'd been looking at her mesmerized expression the entire time.

she shook her head, focusing on taking off the rest of her undergarments just as zoro did. y/n nervously unclamped her bra, allowing it to fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor of the car. she then reached for her panties, so lacy and thin that zoro could see right through.

was she expecting this to happen?

zoro didn't know, but he was damn sure glad she wore her matching set, because she looked so good in it.

he laid back, leaning against the car door as he reached for her hips, soon grabbing them when she was close enough. her soft hands wrapped around his large cock as she lifted herself, his tip aligning perfectly at her hole.

"zoro..." she whispered.

"huh?"

"are you sure we won't get caught?"

"it's fine, y/n. trust me."

"okay..." and with that, she slowly sunk down on his dick, a moan coming out simultaneously from both of them.

zoro shut his eyes, his grasp on her waist becoming more firm. he hadn't expected her to be so tight, and he definitely didn't expect a pretty little girl like her to know how to ride dick.

yet, she'd surprised him.

it was a highly anticipated moment. y/n practically dreamed of pleasing zoro, seeing his cute little face when he found out how good she was at making him feel.

she stayed still for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to his size. y/n reached for the seat, using it to stabilize herself as she began to bounce on zoro's cock. she started off slowly, still trying to get the hang of it since this was something she wasn't used to. however, the slowness began to become agonizing for both of them, so she sped up her pace.

zoro thought she sounded so pretty, letting out breathy whines of his name and moaning because his dick was making her feel good. he let out a deep exhale, helping her bounce on every inch of his length. he planted a rough slap on her ass just to hear that cute little whimper slip from between her lips. he was so thick inside of her, stretching her out and touching every sweet spot.

"good fuckin' girl," he grunted. "doing so good f'me. don't stop, baby."

hearing zoro's voice with that wavering undertone was enough to tell her how much she was pleasing him. that alone was sufficient to make her not want to stop. despite her not wanting to stop, it was a bit hard to force herself to move up and down on his thick, lengthy cock even though zoro was helping her. she let out whiny squeals, babbling about how big he was and how good he felt inside of her.

zoro was mesmerized by how her tits bounced so freely, her hardened nipples perked out so prettily. y/n's fucked out face was so cute, almost seeming like his dick was making her dumb. she looked like such a pretty slut, mindlessly bouncing on his cock with her dazed eyes rolled to the back of her head.

if only her friends knew how much of a whore she really was for him.

"zoro~!" she whined. "m'so close!"

"come on," his heavy voice resonated through the car. "give it to me, princess."

she moved her hands from the seat to zoro's toned chest, beginning to roll her hips against his pelvis. keeping him so deep inside of her like that made her whine loudly, his tip grazing over her g-spot every time she thrusted herself forward.

her acrylic nails scratched at his skin, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth. she could feel her stomach twisting at how close she was, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

repeated whimpers of his name slipped from her lips, and she felt herself orgasm around him. her velvety walls clenched around him, making him grunt and cum right along with her. it'd come out in slow, thick spurts inside of the condom.

he ran his hands down her ass, giving it a tight squeeze until he was finished gushing out all of his warm cum. she continued grinding on him until she'd finally calmed down, panting and falling atop of him with his dick still inside.

"you did s'good." he complimented, his large fingers trailing down her thighs.

"thanks."

"i hope you know that means you and this pussy belong to me from now on."

"yeah... but m'not complaining."

♡

[spnexploration]

Accidents Happen

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, reader.

Synopsis: While guest acting on Supernatural, things go awry filming a fight scene with Jensen. Platonic but definitely some hurt/comfort!

Warnings: accidental punch to the face

A/N: Had this idea while watching the gag reels. Normally, I don't like Jensen and Jared fics because they're real people and I don't want to put words or behaviours on them, but this one is short and sweet and I hope they wouldn't feel upset about (not that they would ever read it!). So please recognise that this is an imaginary situation with fictional characters, who happen to be fictional versions of the actors in Supernatural 😆

Punch right. Dodge left. Duck. Attempted block left, react as if hit. Grab Jensen's arm and buckle knees.

I chanted the fight choreography in my head while performing it, trying to ensure I didn't screw it up while the cameras were rolling. My character had to be able to partly hold her own against the mighty Dean Winchester, before finally being overpowered.

Attempt roll away. Jensen pins my arms, squirm. React to fake punch on the right, then-

Fuck. Punch was on the left. I hissed and my eyes stung as Jensen's fist connected with my nose, the outcome of me dodging the wrong way and moving into his punch rather than away. His eyes went wide momentarily and my face ached.

I made the split-second decision to keep going, pulling my wrist out of his grasp and kicking my legs at him. He dodged and reacted like we'd practised, so we kept going.

I got out of his grasp, scooting back along the ground and searching ineffectively for a weapon with my hands. My nose was throbbing and my face felt hotter than normal.

Jensen stood up, angry Dean face on. He advanced towards me threateningly, grabbing his angel blade off the table where it'd fallen earlier.

"Ok! Ok!" I said my line, hands up in front of me. "I'll take you to him."

We held our positions another moment or two. "CUT!" came the call.

Jensen instantly dropped the knife prop and came over to me, crouching down to my level. "Shit, sorry Y/n! Let's get you to first aid."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I tried to reassure him, embarrassed.

"Your nose is bleeding, you took a proper punch to the face."

"Oh."

He took my hand with one hand and his other hand went around my back to my shoulder. He helped me to my feet.

"It's not that bad," I said weakly, disliking that I was guest actor and already causing a fuss.

Jensen gave me a look that brokered no arguments and led me to first aid, his arm still around my shoulders.

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"What happened to you?" Alice, the first aid officer, exclaimed.

"I got the choreo wrong," I half-mumbled.

"Jensen! Did you do this to this poor girl?" Alice berated him good-naturedly as she ushered me to sit.

"Unfortunately yes," he responded, at the same time as I gushed, "No, no, it was my fault."

Jensen hovered while they fetched me ice and cleaned up the blood. His brow was creased and he looked guilty, watching the first aid ministrations. My face flushed, embarrassed.

"I'm fine, really," I mumbled to him, not making eye contact.

Eventually, someone came along to fetch Jensen for more shooting. It sounded like they'd rearranged the schedule and would film his close-ups while they waited for me.

"The make-up department are going to kill me," I joked to Alice.

"Oh, I dunno," she replied, "you just made their job easier. So long as you only need to film post-punch scenes!"

Alice eventually let me take the ice off and she inspected my face. "I don't think anything's broken, but you'll probably have a hell of a bruise and maybe even a black eye or two."

"Great," I deadpanned.

Jared appeared while I was standing up and thanking Alice.

"I heard Jensen did a real number on you," he said from behind me.

I turned around, looking up at him as he was significantly taller than me. He whistled low when he saw my face.

"It was my fault," I said, embarrassed. "Went the wrong way."

He shrugged, "These things happen. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Great. Now, do you want help plotting your revenge?" he said with a cheeky grin. "I have many great prank ideas."