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zus-a-fungi · 1 year
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Baby it's cold outside
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clockwayswrites · 1 year
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Black Smoke Custody
I don’t need another idea, I chant quietly to myself. But hey, good news, my keyboard pulled a Jason Todd and is back from the dead! So I’m getting ch2 of lbfd rewritten... and apparently writing out this snippet of a brain worm real quick.
Edit: ty for the response! Just to be clear cause of some tags. This is not a prompt, this is a snippet of a wip of mine. Pls do not use it as a prompt. Ty!
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John Constantine stood to the side of the Watchtower meeting room, chewing on what looked like the stick of a lollipop. He seemed entirely unconcerned by the black smoke pouring out from under his trench coat.
The rest of the Justice League gave him a wide berth. Not that was unusual. Constantine never wanted to be at the meetings and it was easiest just to avoid him when he was.
As more of the members poured in and the noise of the gathering increased, so did the smoke.
John sighed and pulled open one side of his coat, looking down at the space the smoke seemed to now fill and wrap around him. “Kid,” John said. The soft tone of his voice caused more pause then the smoke did. Weird, creepy, and supernatural from the occult detective the League was used to. Soft they were not. “Kid, you’ve got pull yourself together a little, you’re seeping everywhere.”
The smoke seemed to almost inhale. On the exhale the nebulous shape of it formed up a little. The tendrils around John’s waist formed to arms. A head covered in a mop of long hair was buried into John’s shoulder. The kid— and it was a kid— was trembling.
“There you get,” John murmured, rubbing his hand over the kid’s back. “You’re going to be just fine, kid.”
John leaned in, listening to something, but even those members with super senses could only hear the sound of static.
“Then we’ll just walk right out of here.”
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 8 months
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Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry
In the mood for somethin sweet
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'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.
Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.
You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.
Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.
"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.
"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.
You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.
"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.
"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.
Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.
This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.
"... Sweetheart?"
You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.
"Sorry, what was that?"
You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.
"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.
"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."
"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.
"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"
You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.
"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.
With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.
"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"
"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.
That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.
You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!
Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.
He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.
"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"
Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.
Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.
"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.
You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.
"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."
Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.
You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.
"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.
His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.
His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.
Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.
His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.
"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.
He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.
"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.
His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.
Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.
You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.
"My turn, Daddy.."
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suzukiblu · 4 months
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WIP Wednesday Game
Taken from @kedreeva.
It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
file names:
omegaverse nursing
feral omega murder-nanny Jason and pup Damian in the League
Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this
Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!
YJ accidental baby acquisition
snippet from "YJ accidental baby acquisition":
"Thank you," Tim says, dropping the swab into the evidence bag. Kenley eyes him sourly for a last long moment, then makes a point of looking at Vic instead. Tim feels distinctly ignored. 
That's definitely not because Kenley's stopped seeing him as a potential threat, he knows, and can't help suspecting it's that they trust Kon more than they don't trust him. 
Or they think Kon's going to be easier to manipulate than the rest of them, given the clone factor, and–
"You're doing good, Kenley," Kon says, giving Kenley another gentle little squeeze. Tim remembers, again, how quickly he had that name to hand. "Want a lollipop or something after this? Gar's probably got some kicking around if Bart doesn't.” 
"Why?" Kenley asks. 
"This is basically your first doctor's appointment," Kon says reasonably. "Lollipops are traditional, right?" 
". . . hm," Kenley says, brow just barely creasing assessingly. 
"Kon, they've never eaten anything in their life and you want to start them off with candy?" Cassie asks, putting her hands on her hips and looking exasperated by the idea. 
"Yeah," Kon replies with a shrug. "Tasting stuff for the first time is really overwhelming, simpler flavors are easier to start with. Not gonna want to order them paneer right now, you know? Maybe get them some of those bottled smoothies to start, actually, on that note. I puked the first couple times I tried eating and I'm pretty sure my teenage stomach was more capable of handling solid food than a kindergarten one is gonna be. Plus sugar tastes good, and Kenley should get to taste something good for their first time." 
"Oh, uh, good idea," Cassie says, blanching slightly. Tim empathizes with the urge to backpedal on saying the wrong thing here. Deeply empathizes. He's not sure it would've even occurred to him to make sure that Kenley's first experience with taste was a positive one or that they might have trouble with solid food right off the bat, himself. 
Kon's "ours" comment is both making more and more sense and also is probably for the best, at this point. 
“What flavor do you wanna try?” Bart asks Kenley, peering curiously at them. “Wonder Girl's favorite is cherry and mine's orange and Robin's is green apple, so you might like one of those or you could try–” 
“Mango,” Kenley says, burying their face in Kon's chest and gripping his jacket again. 
. . . that's Kon's favorite, Tim knows. 
And he'd be a lot less concerned by that choice if Bart had actually mentioned that fact. Especially because mango is a much, much more specific and unusual candy flavor than something like grape or lemon.
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h4rring1on · 2 years
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eddie and reader being bestfriends and reader has liked eddie for a while but he likes chrissy
reader tries confessing but eddie tells them how he only sees reader as a friend and he likes chrissy
it ruins their friendship and reader doesnt go to school for a while and eddie starts to regret it
one time chrissy was at his trailer and eddie was trying to impress her with his guitar skills or something but he thought of reader bcz he never needed for him to impress reader bcs reader loved him anyways
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warnings: none! tell me if i missed something tho!
pairing: eddie munson x reader
a/n: this sucked forhejehekheoend
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childhood.
you’ve known eddie throughout your entire childhood. ever since that day you sat on the swings in the first grade, you didn’t know anyone.
until someone sat on the swing next to you, introducing himself as eddie munson, but he always used to say
‘call me whatever you want, but you cannot, and i mean cannot, call me edward!’
you called him that all the time, he was in 3rd grade and you were in first, yet you still found yourself helping him with his math homework and he couldn’t even help with yours!
he protected you your whole life, from anyone. you remember the first time, you were playing on the swing with eddie as usual, and jason carver came over and pushed you, you scraped your knee and started to cry
‘haha! what a loser’ jason would say, and eddie would punch him
that’s what started eddie’s bad reputation, because he was always fighting for you.
he then would go home with you, and clean your knee
‘stop crying’ he’d say and you would pout, ‘i’ll get you a cherry lollipop’
he had made a mental note that day that cherry lollipops, or lollies as you would call them, were your favorite
this how your life was going, with your soulmate for life. you two made a vow to never ever leave each other. and you didn’t.
even when he failed senior year twice, and got called a freak, and was the town’s sinner, you never left his side. you’d always go back to that swing set, and talk for hours, just you and him, swinging while holding hands
not romantically! because you two were just friends.
you grew out of the friends phase, and had started to like him, you kept it to yourself, seeing as eddie liked chrissy, but you wanted to confess
that’s how it went downhill.
‘oh…’ he said and you just knew, you screwed up. ‘but i like chrissy’
‘right! of course! chrissy! i know—i was just joking anyway—forget about it—“
“wait—“
“i gotta get home…haha. my mom is gonna freak if i don’t so…’
eddie couldn’t remember the last time he saw you. he could have reacted in a better way
‘but i like chrissy’ he said in a demeaning tone
why would he say it like that? why would he make you feel so stupid and annoying because you just ruined the best relationship you’ve ever had.
you didn’t come back to school for a while, your mother couldn’t care any less and your dad wasn’t around anyway. eddie wanted to come over to talk, but you clearly looked like you didn’t want anything to do with him
but in reality, you felt the opposite. you wanted to go give him a big hug and tell him to forget about it. but you couldn’t, because he was never going to forget.
chrissy started talking to him more, and eddie tried distracting himself with her, chrissy was sweet, she was the perfect girl.
but perfect wasn’t what he wanted.
right? but—he likes chrissy. he made it very clear to you that he likes chrissy so he couldn’t…he couldn’t just say that and not like her
it was all so weird to him, chrissy used to make him feel so warm and happy, she used to make him smile and brought out the best in him, why wasn’t that happening now?
the next week or so felt like a blur to him, he would just talk to chrissy and go home, thinking about you, he still hadn’t seen you.
he thought it was gonna be fine, and that he was gonna be with chrissy and it’ll all be okay. until one time, chrissy actually came over to his trailer, and eddie was gonna play his guitar for her
it was all normal, he was playing it and she was listening, but as he played, the sudden realization hit him.
the only chrissy used to make him so happy, is because when he’d talk to her, he’d go to you, and you’d go to the swings and talk about. the only reason he felt so warm and was his best self was because he was excited to come see you and tell you about it
the only reason everything was so weird now, is because of you. you were the one who made things brighter, you made him feel better, who gave him the confidence he now lacks
you were the one who’d love him for him, not for his guitar, not for the millions of gifts, not for the amount of times he‘d do whatever you want, you loved him for him.
unlike chrissy, who would only talk to him if she got something in return.
when he looked at chrissy, he imagined it was you, you who supported him through everything.
and now, after all those years, he sits on the swings, alone.
he needed to fix this.
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Okay, so more on my Nurse Nightwing au.
is it an au? I think it is. read the original here
Here’s why I think he would be a pediatric nurse.
As a kid, Dick probably got hurt A LOT. Crime fighting is dangerous, and so is doing a triple backflip off the banister onto the chandelier. And sometimes he would need to go to the hospital, even if it’s just to get properly checked out. As a kid, hospitals are really scary, and Dick being the kind of guy he is, I think he would want to help kids feel less scared.
And just to spitball some more little details
- he loves to tell kids he met batman and robin (including telling scared kids, “You can be brave just like Robin!”)
- Jason once bought him custom red hood themed scrubs, he does not wear them. Jason was very offended by this.
- He pretends to lose his stethoscope when it’s around his neck for the kids to point at it for him and maybe laugh at him
- He asks kids their favorite superhero before they leave and that’s the sticker they get. (Anyone who answers Nightwing gets an extra lollipop)
- When doing shots he always says “Boop!” to try and make it less scary
- He sings a lot while charting
- Jason comes to visit him at work sometimes, and never leaves without a lollipop
- He is the only nurse Damian trusts
- Always checking up on Tim “Did you get a flu shot yet? We’re taking walk-ins for them all day tomorrow.” Ever since Tim’s splenectomy he has been very adamant that he take care his health.
- Takes care of everyone when they’re sick
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sunflowerharrington · 2 years
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it’s that time again, “angels”. i’m back with another eddie fic, and this time it’s dm!eddie so you’re in for a treat, babes
Those Were Expensive!!
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🧸 dungeon master!eddie munson x fem!reader (no descriptions of reader, this is friendly for everyone)
🧸 choking, face sitting, oral (female receiving), dom!eddie, sex, p in v, unprotected (wrap before you tap. but reader is on the pill in this), eddie’s kinda angry tho
🧸 @eddiebillysteve @wzrlds @quickiesgirl @steveslittlesunflower @myobmaya @eddies-bat @gods-favorite-asthmatic @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @thisishellfire please let me know if you’d like to be taken off or added for future updates 💋
🧸 surprisingly i haven’t mentioned this idea to maya like i have with every other one so this is a surprise(-ish) for everyone (?) anyways, enjoy! this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote months ago for a different fandom.
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“fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice thick with lust as you both stumbled into the dimly lit room, kicking the door closed as he pulled at the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it off. he pinned you against the door, pressing his body harshly against yours, peppering love bites all over your neck and breasts. occasionally finding a new spot to make you shiver.
and it worked like a dream. every suck, every bite, every lick had your knees weak, and he knew it. you whined as his hands found your breasts, groping harshly at the flesh, leaving little furrows in your skin from his black-painted nails.
the metal from his chain bracelet nips at your skin as his hands roam freely, eliciting a short whimper from the back of your throat.
as your shirt that left nothing to the imagination hit the floor, he immediately got to work in clasping your bra with his skilled fingers. as he discarded the bra on the floor with your shirt, he pulled his lips off your skin.
“you still want this?”
“yes, of course,” you whined, grasping at his broad shoulders, trying to find purchase for your fingers, your pulse racing as you nodded. you began working on his belt, swiftly unbuckling it, clutching it in your left hand as he pressed you harder against the wall.
he grazed his lower lip between his teeth, chocolate button eyes burning into yours. and damn. hot fucking damn. the way his brows were slightly creased in a frown and the way his eyes narrowed made you want to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness, even though you had nothing to be sorry for.
well, except when you teased him in school today; parading around the school in jason carver’s letterman jacket like it was marilyn monroe’s pink ball gown, your red lips wrapping delicately around your lollipop, releasing it with a ‘pop’.
“you think it’s funny, hm?” he asked, voice muffled by your lips, quieter than the little yelp you let out when his fingernails dug into your thighs. “teasin’ me like that all day?”
he leaned back in, his lips finally claiming yours, tongues dancing a dangerous tango. you gasped into his mouth, the vibration sending blood flow straight to his already painfully hard cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.
“come with me, big boy. i’ll make it up to you,” you purrs, pulling him closer to you by grabbing his shirt.
you dropped the belt to the ground with a clang, working on helping him rid himself of his clothing.
i wonder what would happen if i asked him to whip me with it?
after you both have undressed (except he asked you to leave your panties on, for now), he pressed one chaste kiss to your lips. “jump for me, babe.”
and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing your thighs tightly to hold on, making him smile against your lips. “what?”
“nothing, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “i just can’t wait ‘till you do that to my face, that’s all.”
you gasped at his sudden burst of confidence, whining in reply, panties soaked just thinking about what he is planning on doing to you once he gets his tongue off your neck and between your legs. “please…”
“please what?”
“want you so bad, baby boy,” you whispered, and he began walking backwards towards the throne in the centre of the room, your lips never leaving his. you waited impatiently for him to place you down on the seat, but instead he turned around and sat down, your knees pressed against the backboard and your legs pressed against the arms of the throne.
“fuck, eddie,” you moan into his mouth, not being able to resist rocking your hips against his, letting the shaft of his cock slide across your soaking slit, the only barrier between you being the thin lace of your panties.
next thing you knew, you heard the sound of fabric ripping and a cold gust of air against your core. “eddie, those were expensive!”
but you didn’t really care, the feeling of his twitching cock pressing against your inner thigh overpowering your need to be upset at him for ripping your panties off. and holy shit, he felt good.
“not yet,” he said sternly, standing back up, and in one swift motion you were straddling his naked body on the d&d table, his feet planted firmly on the floor.
when you settled back over his throbbing cock, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling, leading you up his body.
“wh- eds, what are you doing?” you asked as you move, curiosity getting the better of you.
“let me taste you, sweetheart,” he said, voice dripping with lust and honey, a fire rumbling in the back of his throat.
your eyes went round and dark, and you knew it. and you felt your cheeks beginning to burn a bright scarlet as you stared down at his pretty face, not quite sure if he really meant what you thought he did.
“fuck, how long do we have until the campaign starts and i have to be outta here—“ you asked, cut off by eddie weaving his ring-clad fingers through your hair, pulling you down to meet him in a kiss, your puffy lips pressing against his.
“don’t worry about the time, lover, those little shits can wait. my girl is more important.”
i’m more important than his ‘cult of vecna’ campaign?
he pulled away from your lips, watching as your pupils blew, almost coloring your entire iris, and he looked back at his own reflection through them.
“come on, sweetheart. if i suffocate… at least i’ll die happy,” he says with a wink.
you swallowed a laugh and repositioned yourself over his face, his lips mere centimetres away from your pussy. you swore you could heard him moan a quiet “oh fuck” when he saw how soaked you were for him. just for him. grabbing your hips with authority, gripping them tightly, pulling you down on him until you were sitting on his face.
“shit,” you exhale out as his skilled tongue began circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth, letting out a cry when he grazed it between his teeth. “fuck, eds. you’re gonna be the death of me.”
he started lapping up your wetness, licking long stripes over your core and lips, and when his tongue pushed inside of you, you felt like you were about to explode, gripping his curls with your clenched fists as your thighs began to shake. point proven.
“eddie,” you moaned, and you felt his lips curling up into a smile; the way his name rolled off your tongue, the way it sounded like his favourite song… the way it got him rock hard in innocent situations.
the way it got him in so much trouble.
as he worked you with his mouth, your hips started moving of their own accord, and soon you began grinding down, fucking his face as his lips found your clit again, licking and sucking hard, his fingers moving upwards to tease your pussy.
“fuck, baby. i’m close! s- so close,” you whine, bracing yourself against the edge of the table with your hands gripping the surface, knuckles white, and you felt him smile under you as you both started moving faster. and you found yourself squeezing your thighs around his face as they started to shake. again, proving his point from earlier.
he groaned against your core as you came, the vibrations from his voice only making it feel better than you ever thought possible. you found yourself shouting a string of curses as the pleasure ripped through your muscles in euphoria.
you happily slid back down his body, now sitting on his lap, your juices dripping down his chin, glistening in the light, the biggest grin on his face. he swallowed proudly, licking his lips, wiping away any cum that didn’t make it into his mouth and sucking it off his fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with you.
“fuck, that’s so hot,” you said, watching as he gazed into your half-lidded (e/c) eyes.
you rolled over and sat next to him, smiling as he jumped up and fell onto his throne, his dick slapping against his stomach as he did. then you eagerly joined him after he beckoned you over with his index finger.
“you got a condom? i— i left mine at home.”
“i’m on the pill,” you breathed out, straddling his hips again. lining yourself up, feeling him stretch your walls so deliciously as you sank down.
“do you still want me?”
“always, princess,” he breathed out, catching your lips in another kiss as you adjusted to his size.
his heavy balls slapped against your skin as his hips bucked up against yours, making you sigh out in pleasure, in euphoria, holding onto his shoulders for some leverage as you began moving your hips up and down.
his large, needy hands cup your breasts, feeling them bounce up and down in time with your hips, flicking your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. the combination of the way his cock hits your sweet spot just right and the way his thumb circles your clit has you coming around him.
your second orgasm was longer, more drawn out than the other, the best you ever had. you whines as you felt eddie’s cum painting your walls, with him letting out a guttural moan as he did.
“fuck baby, you were so good for me.”
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thankfully, the guys were late for their little game of d&d, so you and eddie had time to set it up. you were about to sneak out, fully clothed again and wearing eddie’s shirt (he kept hold of your panties, for… reasons he never said. perv, you thought), when eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.
“you’re staying here, sweetheart. we need a princess for my campaign,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “and you’re the most perfect princess.”
“ugh, you’re such a cheeseball, pretty boy,” you giggled, just as the door swung open, revealing an excited group of hellfire members in the doorway.
they introduced themselves as jeff, gareth, adam, dustin, mike and erica.
“absolutely not,” eddie said from his spot on the throne.
“you asked for a sub and we delivered,” dustin argued, a calm tone to his voice.
“this is hellfire, not babysitting club.”
“i’m eleven you long-haired freak…”
and then eddie and erica proceeded to have a childish little bicker until— “welcome to hellfire,” eddie smiled, extending his hand, something catching your eye.
eddie’s rings were still wet. you thought he’d at least wash his hands after fucking you into oblivion. erica did a double take, and you held your breath as you waited for her to call him out.
she looked at you and then back at eddie. “nothing can be worse than what i found under lucas’ bed.”
“crusty sock and a picture of max, got it,” eddie laughed under his breath, with jeff and gareth joining in.
then his demeanour completely changed, and he was no longer your eddie. no longer your pussy drunk eddie munson. now he was the dungeon master.
you zoned out as he droned on about his campaign, with you snapping back to reality when mike banged his fists on the table. “bullshit! why do i always die?”
“because it’s karma for being a little bitch to will, you lanky bastard,” erica retorted, slipping in a “just the facts,” before mike could (attempt to) clap back.
you stand up, sauntering over to the table, standing in between gareth and jeff. “if you idiots win… one of you; not dustin, mike or erica, gets to do whatever they want with me, since i’m single. but if you lose… you don’t. and your master,” you began, circling the table to stand behind the man in question, placing your hands on his shoulders, running your nails down his arms as you speak, “…gets to claim me, and he gets to do whatever the hell he wants to me. i think that sounds like a fair deal. and that way, it’ll make the game more exciting. higher stakes.”
“absolutely not,” eddie replied, pointing an authoritative finger at you. “you don’t get to make the rules of this campaign, princess. i do.”
you leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, pressing your breasts against the back of his neck, your breath ghosting his skin as you did. smiling as you watched his jaw clench tighter.
“what are you gonna do if i don’t stop?” you asked.
the final straw.
the thing that pushed him over the edge.
“we’re taking a time-out,” eddie announced, completely ignoring you.
the guys and erica huddled into a circle, their arms over each others’ shoulders as eddie grabbed you by the wrist again, this time much tighter. in an instant he pushed you down so you were sitting on his throne, feeling your stomach drop through the earth as eddie glared at you.
did you take it too far?
“i don’t care if those little shits win. you’re coming home with me after, and i am going to fuck you all night until you can’t walk, do you understand?” he hissed in your ear.
you smiled sweetly up at him, running your hands down his bare chest, pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket. “i’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”
he leaned over the throne, capturing you between his body and the cushioned seat and backboard, using his other hand to wrap his fingers tightly around your neck, chuckling as he watched a slight pout grow on your lips.
“does my pretty girl like that, hm? do you like when i choke you like this? no? awwwh, poor baby,” he teased, pouting his lips mockingly to mirror yours, chuckling as you furrow your brows into an even more prominent frown. “who’s got the high ground now, y/l/n?”
fuck, why was that so hot?
something about the way he talked to you like that in front of everyone made you want him to rip your clothes off. made you want to drop to your knees and beg him to fuck you. oh, you were so wet for him all over again, moisture pooling between your legs as he let go of your neck, moving to grip one of your inner thighs, and you didn’t even have your panties to hide that.
maybe wearing a skirt was a bad idea after all.
you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, blocking out the sounds of the other members’ protests. needless to say the campaign ended much earlier than anyone wanted it to. he needed to get you alone as soon as fucking possible.
and he kept his word; wearing it like a badge of fucking honour, ruining you all night long, all the way into the next morning. a monday, so you’d have to walk from side to side around school all day, crossing your legs to keep your pussy from pulsing too much as you awaited the next time your pretty boy would come to mark you as his and show you exactly who you belong to.
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iamnotoriginalphil · 2 years
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Flustered (Eddie Munson x f!Reader)
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Synopsis: Eddie isn't used to a girl flirting with him
Words 3k
Warnings: swearing, smut,
**GIF not mine**
“Hey there, hot stuff.”
Eddie felt the flush on his cheeks as he sat at the top of the lunch table. You gave him a smirk, winking at him. His heart thudded in his chest, loud in his ears. He couldn’t bear to look at you. You’d already been dragged into conversation with Henderson about some stupid science thing. 
Eddie didn’t like to admit it but he wasn’t used to girls flirting with him. Especially not incredibly hot girls who made his knees weak. In fact, before you, no girl had ever flirted with him ever. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. It was ruining his reputation. He hated being left a blushing stuttering mess. 
That’s a lie. He loved it. 
“What do you think, big boy?” 
“Hmmm?” 
He looked up to find the entire table staring at him. He glanced over at you. He didn’t know at what point you’d pulled out a lollipop but you were sucking on it, looking at him with wide eyed innocence. It was enough to make him blow a load. He couldn’t stop looking at your mouth, the way your tongue would dart out to catch the sugary goodness on your lips. He couldn’t think of anything he wouldn’t do to get a taste. 
You nudged him with your foot, cocking your head to the side as you waited for him to answer. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and looked to Henderson for clarity on the situation. 
“We shouldn’t try and crash Jason’s party tonight, right?” he said. 
“Don’t be such a coward, Henderson,” you laughed, “I think if we manage to beat the dastardly but brilliant plans of our dungeon master we should celebrate by ruining their night.” 
“Brilliant?” Eddie asked, looking at you again. 
“Is that seriously all you got from that?” Henderson demanded. 
“I think if our mistress of darkness wants to play, who are we to say no?” he said. 
“You are so pussy whipped,” Henderson said. 
It was hard to care when you were smiling at him. 
You stood, your hand landing his shoulder. You bent down, your cheek pressing against his as you looked at the freshman. He froze as your hand drifted down, wrapping around his chest, holding him against you. 
“Take a long hard look, Henderson. This is what a gentleman looks like,” you said. 
The freshman snorted. You pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and let him go, retaking your seat at the table. He couldn’t move. The kiss was searing into his skin. He didn’t know what to do with himself. 
“Alright, later losers,” you said, standing up from the table. He didn’t know how long he’d been staring off into space, fighting the urge to touch his cheek. 
He watched you walk away, hips swaying, skirt swishing in time. He wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice if the eyes following your ass were any indication. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like it at all. 
You pranced into seventh period, smiling when you saw him sitting there in the back. He liked the way you made your way right over to him, leaning against the tiny desk in front of him. You reached out to him, tugging on the end of his hair. His heart skipped a beat in his chest. 
“Hey trouble, no detention tonight, right?” you asked. 
He mutely shook his head. You grinned, giving his hair one last tug. 
“Good.”
You slipped into your seat just in front of him. He stared at the back of your head for the rest of the lesson, not taking in a single word.
The bell rang and you got up, turning around. He stood, looking down at you with a grin. You linked your arm through his, tugging him out of the room. Your body was brushing against his and it was making his brain short circuit. He couldn’t think straight. 
You stood by his locker while he grabbed his notes for the session that night. You reached up and brushed a bit of his hair out of his eyes, your fingers lingering on his cheek. His mouth fell open, staring down at you. 
“What? Cat got your tongue?” you asked. 
Now he was thinking about tongues, specifically yours in his mouth. His eyes drifted down to your lips. They looked so soft and he bet they tasted delicious, all sugary sweet. He couldn’t figure out how other guys did this, just kissed a girl without her kneeing him where it hurt. 
“Just thinking about everything I have in store for you tonight,” he replied when he got his voice back. 
“Saucy,” you replied with a wink. 
He felt his cheeks heat up again. You tugged on his hand, your fingers linking with his. 
“C’mon cutie, let’s take this somewhere a bit more private.” 
Yeah, he was so fucked. 
Eddie couldn’t help the huge smile on his face as the entire table cheered. You surged to your feet and flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, laughing right up until his brain caught up with what was happening and how soft the warm body pressing against his was. You were giggling in his ear, your breath ghosting over the skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. 
Then you were being picked up by Gareth and high fiving Henderson and he felt cold. He watched you, how your eyes were twinkling and your smile was wide and your happiness leaking out of every pore. 
“So, party time?” you asked. 
He found himself agreeing before he could even think about it. 
Which led to him driving you in his van with all the members of Hellfire in the back, you having claimed shotgun in the parking lot. At some point your hand had landed on his thigh and it was taking all of his self control to keep driving. No one had ever touched him there before and he knew it shouldn’t be making him half hard. 
“Fuck it’s crowded,” you said when he pulled up on the curb outside Jason’s house. 
“It’s the hottest party of the year,” he replied, his voice a little strained. Your fingers tightened on his thigh. 
“Thinking about it, would you guys like to go somewhere a little quieter with less drunk dunderheads?” you asked. 
“Uh…” he said, turning his gaze on you. 
“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now?” Henderson complained, “this whole thing was your idea.”
“Or we can cut the evening short now,” you said, “unless you guys really want to go to this party.” 
“No, somewhere quieter is good,” Eddie said, knowing he’d agree to anything you asked to do at this point, “less chance of getting spat on.” 
“Unless you’re into that,” you said, flashing him a smile. 
“What?” 
It was like his brain had stopped working. He was staring at you, open mouthed. You slapped his thigh, laughing at his reaction. All his blood left for below his belt. 
“C’mon, take us back to your place, Muson,” you said, “I promise we won’t trash the place.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he said, shifting into gear again. 
When he pulled up to his trailer he realised that it had been a while since he’d cleaned and you were about to see his trailer in all its glory. Wayne hadn’t been around for a few days and Eddie had let the mess accumulate. He hadn’t done dishes in about a week, which hadn’t mattered when he was the only person seeing it. 
He pushed the door open, gesturing for the Hellfire club to come inside, you trailing behind them all. You patted him on the chest as you passed and he was sure his heart might have stopped. 
Henderson was already going through his cupboards looking for snacks and you’d begun fiddling with his cassettes. He wanted desperately to ask what you thought of his music collection but couldn’t bring yourself to. He sat in the armchair, legs spread, watching you. Wheeler had fallen back onto the sofa, Gareth next to him. Dustin shoved himself between them, holding a box of crackers, already shovelling them into his face. You stuck a cassette into the player and music filtered into the room. You turned into the room, grinning.
He wasn’t expecting you to plop down in his lap, legs thrown over one arm of the chair. He stiffened, looking down at you. 
“Uh, what?” he asked, no more articulate than before.
“You can’t expect me to sit on your floor,” you laughed, “who knows what's been there.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he replied, feeling as if he was in a daze.
You turned your head away from him to arguing with Jeff about one of the plays he’d made that night where the dice had not been in his favour. He settled on a hand on your bare knee, thumb brushing over your bare skin. The other rested on the arm behind your back, almost in an embrace. He could smell your shampoo, apple and coconut. You brushed your hair back and he became entranced with the curve of your neck. He wondered if you liked it when your neck was kissed. 
“I’m just saying, anyone could have seen that had such a low chance of succeeding there was no point in trying,” you said. You shifted slightly and suddenly Eddie was very aware of where your ass was. 
That semi from the van was back in full force. 
He was certain you must have noticed. You kept brushing against it, which was not helping the situation. And as you shifted his hand shifted further up your leg until your knee was long gone. You weren’t even looking at him, acting as if you hadn’t noticed. You must have noticed. 
Then you were up from his lap and disappearing into the bathroom. 
“Dude, you are so pussy whipped,” Dustin said for the second time that day.
“Shut up, Henderson,” he ground out. 
“Should we leave you two alone?” Wheeler asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him. The boys began laughing, nudging one another. 
“Fuck off,” he said, sinking down into the chair and beginning to chew on his hangnail. He kept his eyes trained on the bathroom door, waiting for you to emerge again. His cock throbbed. 
“Please, as if he has a chance,” Jeff laughed. 
“She’s way too good for him,” Henderson said. 
He turned his gaze on the boys. He knew they were probably right but his hard on was begging him to do something about it. 
No girl had been interested in giving him a chance before. And he was sure you were just being friendly. If only his dick knew that. Because it wanted to get very well friendly with you. 
“You know what? You can all fuck off,” he said. 
“Yeah, you already said that,” Wheeler replied. 
“No, really, get out of my home,” he said. 
“Are you going to kick Y/N out?” Gareth asked. 
“She’s not quite as much a shithead as the rest of you, so no,” he replied, “now get going.”
The boys grumbled as they climbed to their feet and slowly filtered out the front door. He slammed the door shut on their retreating backs, not overly interested in how they were going to get home. He grabbed the box of crackers and began placing them back into the cupboard when you emerged from the bathroom. 
“Where’d everyone go?” you asked, looking around the empty trailer. 
“They had to go,” he replied. 
“Oh, I can leave too,” you said, looking towards the door. 
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like,” he said, sitting down on the sofa. He lent back on the sofa cushions, watching you as you lingered between the kitchen and the front door. 
“If you want to go, that’s cool too,” he said, his leg beginning to bob up and down without him noticing. You gave him a soft smile. 
“No, I'd like to stay,” you said, “if you’re okay with that.” 
He nodded. You sauntered towards him, hips swaying, pursing your lips as you looked down at him. He looked back up at you, heart thudding loud in his ears.
You sat down next to him, close enough for your thigh to be pressed against his. You turned, your hair brushing against his arm, soft enough to cause goose bumps to erupt along his skin. 
“I have no idea how you come up with those ideas,” you said. 
You reached up, one of your fingers twirling his hair around your finger. 
“How do you do it?” you asked. 
“Uh, imagination?” he replied. He couldn’t move while you kept playing with his hair. 
“It must be fascinating in your mind,” you said. 
“Uh huh,” he replied. 
“And with a body like this I bet you’re batting away the girls,” you said, eyes dragging down his chest then back up. His cheeks heated up. 
“Uh, well,” he stuttered out, “I don’t really…”
“Bat them away?” you asked. 
“No um, I uh.” It was hard to concentrate with you so close and your fingers playing with his hair. 
“Sorry, I can…” You retreated from him, standing up, “I can see where this is going. Sorry.” 
His mouth opened and closed as he watched you walk towards the door. Your hips were no longer swaying and you’d lost that bounce in your step. 
“WAIT!”
He’d lurched off the sofa, reaching out to you. You turned, your eyes wide, flinching back when you saw his face. 
“I don’t know what’s going on,” he admitted. 
“Well, you’re obviously not interested in me so I’m gonna go,” you said. 
“Wh- no, I’m very interested in you,” he said, practically tripping over himself to get off the sofa. 
“Well sure but not in the same way I’m interested in you,” you said. 
“I’m pretty sure I am,” he said. 
“You’ve made it pretty clear you’re not,” you said,” and I’m pretty sure I’m just making you uncomfortable with all my flirting so I’ll just stop.” 
“Please don’t!” 
“No, I know. I will. I’ll stop,” you said. 
“I don’t want you to,” he said, “I want you to keep doing it.”
You paused, your eyes sweeping over him. He opened his mouth then snapped it shut again, sure he was going to mess it up somehow if he kept talking. 
“So, just to be clear,” you said, taking a step forward, “you want me to keep flirting with you?” 
“Only if you want to,” he said, nodding his head. 
You took another step forward. He gulped. You smirked. 
“And if you want, we could, uh, I mean, um.” 
You placed a finger on his chest. He fell back on the sofa in silence. You straddled his lap, positioning yourself right on his hardening length. He made a small noise, his hands hovering over your hips. You lent forward, shifting your weight, brushing against him. 
“We could what, big boy?” you asked, grinding down on him. 
“We could…” 
He lost his train of thought when your teeth closed around his earlobe, tugging on it. He made a high pitched whine in the back of his throat. His hands finally landed on your hips, his fingers digging in. You giggled as you drew back. He couldn’t catch his breath. 
“Do something like that?” you asked. 
“Yeah,” he replied. 
You lent forward until your breath ghosted over his face. He froze, waiting to see what you would do, but every muscle of his was straining to get closer to you. 
When you kissed him he thought he might have a heart attack. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing but all his thoughts disappeared when your tongue swept into his mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you moaned into his mouth. 
His hands slid down, grasping your thighs. The feel of your bare skin was like heaven. Your hips began to rock against him in a slow rhythm. His fingers slipped past the hemline of your skirt. Your lips trailed down his neck, teeth scraping along his skin until you found his pulse point. You sucked on his neck, his head falling back, groaning. 
He caught the sound of the needy whine falling from your lips as your hips began to grind down on him harder. His fingers slipped further up your legs but he wasn’t sure what he should be doing or how to have you make that noise again. It was so fucking hot. He wanted you making that noise all the time. 
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot,” you moaned into his ear. 
You pressed down on him, pulling him into another kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip. You made another needy noise so he did it again. Then your tongue was back in his mouth and your hips were grinding against him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. 
He pulled you closer, his fingers making contact with your ass. The lace of your underwear had him foaming at the mouth to see it. 
“Oh fuck,” he ground out. 
And then pleasure rolled through his body. He thrust up against your body. His fingers were clutching at you while he came down from that high. You brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead as he panted. You pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting back. 
You had just made him cum in his pants. 
Shame began to set in until he saw the self satisfied grin on your face. You played with the ends of his hair again. 
“So how about a date tomorrow night?” he asked weakly. 
“I’d love to,” you replied, smiling wide, “maybe we’ll manage to take off our clothes 
afterwards.” 
He gave an embarrassed laugh. 
“If I have the self control to wait that long,” you continued. 
He surged forward to kiss you again.
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Streamer! and Gamer!Reader who gets the RoR characters involved with her stream by playing group horror game or game that needed teamwork like Pico Park?
I’m not much of a gamer myself, except for games like Pokemon, Stardew Valley, and Assassins Creed, so I’ll try my best with this one! I’m going to use Friday the 13th, even though I can’t stand horror, I love watching other gamers play and get scared while playing scary games like this.
-Your family never had to worry about you being out late at night, as you preferred to be inside playing video games, either on your consoles, handhelds like your switch, or your computer.
-You were an indoor type of kid, but you didn’t mind. You loved gaming and you found joy in streaming while you play, as people found you entertaining, especially when you played scary games.
-You were a big baby with scary games, always screaming, and you’ve gotten yelled at for being up so late playing multiple times and for scaring them, which you did apologize for.
-A few of your family members expressed interest on what game you had been playing that had been making you scream so much, and you were pleased to announce that you were going to live stream with those family members.
-Buddha- Was an instant hit, the thirst posts that came over were almost instant, which did make him grin while you rolled your eyes at him before you provided him with his own cat ear headphones and a controller to play with you. At first, things started off okay, you were both campers and Buddha was a little nervous, hearing the music change to something darker. He got jumped by Jason and jumped, biting down and crushing his lollipop and you shouted, “Every coward for themselves!!” he playfully shoved you, trying to get away, “Come save me!!” you went back and forth, bantering and the chat loved it, sending so many likes and comments as well as a few donations as well. By the end of your stream, you had died seven times over the course of the games, and Buddha died six times, as the seventh time he was the killer and went after you first, which was cold. He grinned at your camera as you signed off, waving with you. Once you were done, you both went out to a bakery to binge on sweets, using the money he helped you earn.
-Loki- Was cocky with this idea, thinking it wasn’t that scary, teasing you and he grinned at the chat comments, giving them peace signs and was a total ham. However, once you started to play, Loki was very quick to shut up, playing a teenager alongside you, sticking to you. Jason jumped out and Loki let out a comical shriek, jumping and actually fell back, takin the chair and controller with him. The chat exploded with laughter while you were running away from Jason, “Women and chickens first!!” The last round you played you were the killer and Loki thought he had gotten away from you but you killed him last and the chat loved how he immediately went to your bed, flopping down on it and cuddling your stuffed animals, lamenting your cold nature against him. You signed off and thanked your fans before you turned to him with a grin, “We earned about three hundred bucks, want to do this again next week?” his eyes instantly lit up, agreeing with you.
-Adam- He wasn’t pleased to be wearing clothes, but to make you happy, he would, just for a bit. The chat was alive with thirst and you scowled as you both read them, announcing to the camera, “C’mon guys, that’s my dad!” this made things worse and you started to regret doing this. Adam was okay, making it almost halfway through the round before he saw Jason killing your character and he gasped, “My baby!” he tried to rush Jason, and succeeded in punching him twice, before being gutting himself. He stared at the screen with a blank stare before he vowed revenge and the chat was here for it, finding it hilarious. He didn’t get jumped scared like the others, he would flinch when you screamed and he did flinch when he got attacked by Jason once or twice, but he was the calmest of the three who streamed with you. You were surprised when Adam asked if he could do this again with you, not every time, but once in a while and you beamed up at him, welcoming the idea of it.
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Red Hood and his adopted goons
Bruce: Hood…
Jason: Batman…
Bby Damian: grabby hands at Jason from where Bruce is holding him
Bruce:….
Jason: smiles hey buddy
Bruce:…doesn’t want to hand him over…but does so reluctantly
Jason: cradles Damian in his arms, holds him close miss me?
Bby Damian: babbles happily 😊
Jason: Fred couldn’t make it but he got you something holds up a lollipop
Bby Damian: 😊!
Bruce: awkward
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Book Two of...
Story: 3 out of 5 Smut: 5 out of 5
I still can’t wrap my mind around these college kids being so lethal. I know it’s all fictional, but it’s just a little too much.
Don’t get me wrong, the story and smut is still entertaining, but it’s just not my cup of tea. I’m sure lots of you will enjoy it though.
Each character is enjoyable up to a certain point. There were many times I hated each character, but they redeemed themselves. Mostly.
And while I said that this wasn’t really my cup of tea, I still wanna read book three. I need to find out about Crystal and House Tartarus.
Now here are my rambling thoughts…
* Oh shit. I just realized that Lana is Felix’s little sister 🤦🏻‍♀️
* This fraternity rivalry is ridiculous. Like why does the Phantom Society wanna hit back at the Skull and Serpent Society? You guys fucked around and found out, and now you’re pissy?
* “Now make your choice, little kitty. What’s it going to be? Keep your secret or your body?” // “Secret.” // “Good choice.”
* Damn. Kai really took out his frustrations on Lana. Felix is gonna rage if he ever finds out.
* Wow. Kai’s keeping this a secret from his boys 👀
* Ew. Jason’s a lousy fuck.
* Damn. He really did lick her like a lollipop 😂
* As of right now, I like Kai, hate Nathan, and don’t trust Milo.
* Nathan wanting Milo to record everything Kai does to Lana so he can extort her is pissing me off. Felix should have killed him in book one.
* *sighs* I don’t know how I feel about these guys.. I like Kai well enough, but the other two suck. And don’t even get me started and Lana’s badassery. It’s just too much.
* Nathan’s really pissing me off. Kai got her to agree to be your fuck toy and you still wanna extort her for money? Fuck you, dude. I hope Kai kicks your ass when he finds out.
* “Are you going to tie me up again? Use me like your friends did!” // “No…” His knees slowly cave in on him, and he sinks to the cold, hard stones right in front of me. “I want to submit. To be punished, to be hurt… to be used. Command my body. I am yours.”
* Damn. Milo really is twisted. I only love him when he’s not being Nathan’s little bitch.
* Fucking Nathan extorting her for 2K and Jason abandoning her the moment he saw the pic. Fuck both these dudes.
* “It’s a matter of life or death.” // “Then die.”
* Wow. Lana actually had a semi-vulnerable moment with Nathan and Milo, and Nathan had to go and ruin it. I almost feel bad for Milo.
* Fuck. Jason knows. Jason knows and he’s gonna blab. If not him, then definitely Crystal. Lana is so fucked.
* Oh no. Poor Milo.
* Damn. Lana straight up murdered all those people when three guys couldn’t do it 😂
* Well fuck. Lana got recognized and now they’re gonna be after her. Is this where I start to really love the boys? The touch her and die vibes coming in?
* Lol Jason’s bitch ass got what he deserved. I can’t believe he told Felix everything. Fuck that dude.
* Why do I have a feeling this Caleb dude found that folder of Lana’s pics on Nathan’s laptop and is gonna use them for his gain 🤦🏻‍♀️
* Nathan’s parents ain’t coming out of prison. Damn. Oh well.
* Fucking called it.
* And now she’s been kidnapped. Awesome.
* So if Caleb didn’t send the pic, who did?
* Oh shit. It was Crystal. Accidentally, but still.. fuck.
* Damn. So Crystal got taken and now I gotta read book 3 to find out what happened to her 😒
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Jeronica Thoughts 07x03
So this will be late compared to everyone else who has already spazzed about it, but I do these for myself as much as anyone else who wants to read my thoughts as I watch these episodes and it’s the last season and this is one the series that I’ve almost faithfully watched from beginning to end (I didn’t watch season 4 except the music episode and everything after it)
Opens like a murder mystery, “The Milk Man” I can tell I’m going to love this…Maybe. B and J team up? B’s parents together again just makes my skin crawl remembering that he is probably the same lifestyle as the original. I feel for Ethel also I forgot how great this cast works together. B, you barely know Ethel. J with a dog feels so out of character with his personality just saying. Seriously loving the soundtrack for this season. Oh boy, C’s Mother trying to force her in a way as in the other. The New Jason…Oh Joy my favorite pair ever, that aside I love V’s outfit.
…That means so much looking at the other seasons, but I’ll give that to you this season A even though I want to bash your head into that locker for being an A again. But you know “A’s the good guy” Off to the creep educationals working together.  “V runs hot and cold she’d need someone who can keep up” paraphrased. Yeah that man would  be J, not either of you, he proved it with how loyal he was to B when she wasn’t to him. I do not like The New Jason but at least we get to see what it would have been like with him here. T and C , I’m starting to see what my second favorite pair is. T is such a queen, she turned down a serpent who was interested in her. Oh K and CW, I love how they film their scenes together that chemistry, the movement of the camera just heightens it.
A and C, did not expect these two again. Awe C, I love how you don’t take any of A’s BS. Dollface? Oh you’re losing points New J. V, you’re better off please stop chasing A he’s going to break you again. Oh back to the murder mystery, here goes J trying to find the culprit. Well, Ethel I understand that mentality because I wrote a poem like that ages ago from anger and other stuff. It’s scary what anger can do. J is going to go get the drawing of her anger at her parents involving a meat grinder. B’s mom influencing her life yet again B and J are going to run into one another. Are we setting up this pair yet again?
Nice entrance, I already got spoiled that they don’t talk to one another which is surprising, moving on. J is going over the comic he raided from Ethel’s house. My guess is it will play a huge role later on, I wonder if B’s dad is the milkman hmm. Oh yes the Dark Room, I do love poetry. CW’s poem was raw. I love how out of the element A & B are and V is between to men who just are not cut out for her. Oh hades T is about to reel in C. I love how we’re getting C’s point of view although that seemed a little more than I thought it’d be. Poor C, T you went too hard there. C and A, oh C I feel so sorry for you. The music for the sexual tones scenes is interesting, V seriously you can do better. I love how T invades C’s mind. This music was an interesting choice. K & CW fantasy was very sensual. All the while B is looking to A in hers, oh wow she just jumped him. I love the sudden hint of the riverdale theme when they’re togther. This is the time when I realize I am indeed a pancake because I didn’t react to any of that.
B and K together as B is suggestively eating a lollipop and C & A walk through. V, seriously just let him go you’d honestly be better single. Oh kill me health class. Of course V would be the one to come up with a make-out party. She’s hoping for A to look back at her, V just stop please. B and V talking about intimacy. V that was cold even for you. T and C, T always reading C like an open book. T let her come to her own. Oh boy, K be truthful this with B. He’s going to V’s party.
J becoming a person of interest…HE IS GOING TO THE PARTY…Wait wait, I’ve seen this before it’ll probably with B or Ethel because V is way too hungry for A. Oh the attraction to CW for K these camera angles and the music choice makes it primal makes me laugh but I love how direct CW is about his sexuality in this day and age toward K. I also love the turn from sexual to a connection between them. Ohh A going to talk to B about the book huh? Why don’t you practice with each other. A and B role-playing an intimate encounter between A and C I’m loving this. Oh wow, he reacted to her, hades yes! Now we just need V to get her eyes straight. What the hades is post office? V you rigged it didn’t you? I love C’s lines so much.
V, don’t torture K like that. I feel bad for K and Mitch in this.  I love how J gets B like I thought. Do I really have to sit through these two again? Great her siren spell is on J now. V, you manipulated that. No it’s not he isn’t your twinflame.  And now V has A in her grasp . Oh that was epic T, and so for C, best part of this. Thank you C, you deserved that V…. Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I’m so in shock I can’t even react. V used J to escape the New J but then we’re all watching this so..
J and V talking for more than three seconds about something they have in common. Oh two subjects in one. I love how she pats the sofa. Of course it’d be creature from black lagoon. WHAT BEAUTIFUL start of a theme! Are you actually giving me hope for this? Back to B and K this hurts me, they’ll still be friends right? Not the best song to be used for this. This hurts me, the score choice is earnest like K is trying to be because he doesn’t want to hurt B. A and C, he just full on went for her skirts. Yes, C take control. B’s journal writing, girl you shouldn’t write that in a place your mom will find. Looks up and sees A, break up with K. That’s the way to go.
C, using your hickey as a declaration of war. I love her chaotic nature. I doubt anything more happened. The looks on her brother and mother’s faces. B that’s not how it works he’s just not that into you. T and V, talking about their people. FINALLY, yes let your connection move not your aesthetic attraction to pretty people. Oh boy Ethel and J are in hades as the suspects officially. And that was the end of the episode. This took turns I wasn’t expecting because I went in blind this episode. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did!
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PROMISES, PROMISES pt.4
TRICK OR TREAT" I yelled to the small boy who opened the door. he looked to be the same age as me but he was super skinny and small. he eyed my outfit before looked at me like I was crazy and unstable. "it's november 15th" he said in a due tone. I sighed. I knew this was a stupid idea but my mom insist we go tricking or treating now since we missed it in october. "I know but I wasn't able to go in october because we needed to move so I'm going now." he still looked at me like I was crazy. sighing in defeat I turned to walk back to my apartment. I just moved in a week ago after my mom lost her job in Metropolis. gothem didn't have lot of jobs but the rent was cheap so win win or atleast that's what my mom said
."I think I have a lollipop do you want that?" the small boy asked. I nodded "I'll take it." I smilled opening my bag for the lollipop. he was gone for longer than expected before coming back with a pillow case. "you're in luck. I still had candy from halloween" he held it up like one of those fisher man who caught a big fish. his face slowly turned red. "do-- do you want to share it with me?" he asked I smiled nodding my head "yes please." he gave me a shy smile as he stepped into the hall closing the door to his aprtment behind him. "um we can sit here." he said sitting down in front of his door.
sitting down next to him I watched as he emptied the pillow case onto the floor. it wasn't a lot of candy but it was somthing. "what's your name?" I asked taking a bite size snickers. "jason. and yours?" he asked. I quickly swallowed the candy and said. "y/n and I just moved into that apartment last week." I said pointing to the apartment door. "what are you dressed as?' he asked eyeing my outfit "a fairy. you probably couldn't tell because I lost my wings when we were moving." moving sucked and I hated it.
"what did you go as on halloween?" I asked stuffing my mouth with chocolate and skittles "I went as dash from the incredibles." I laughed, imagining him in tights. I sighed "I bet you got loads of candy." he shrugged "not really. gothem is not really a place for trick or treating." he sighed "this is all the candy I got from halloween. I was trying to save it for as long as I could." I fell bad now. "oh." I put the pack of skittles I had back. "I'm sorry." he rolled his eyes "it was stupid. the candy would have gotten old and stale anyways so--" he shoved the candy back into my hand. "eat up." "you know what this means right?" I asked he looked at me confused waiting for me to continue "it mean we're bestfriends now." I said grabbed his hand to hold. "bestfriends?" I nodded. "you can never get rid of me for now on." we laughed before popping more candy into our mouths.""
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I hated waking up. the reminder that jason was missing and I was living in a dirty motel was soul crushing. it's been four days since our run in with batman and he has not been home since. I've been looking for him non-stop but I knew deep down that batman probably got to him but that didn't stop me from searching for him, just incase. but I was starting to get discourage so I did somthing I am not proud of and will never do again. I went to the police. "No. you're not understanding me. my friend was kidnapped by batman and I need help getting him back." I argued with the police women in front of me. she wasn't listening to me, she just continued to play a game on her computer. "go away kid" she said rolling her eyes. "you're suspose to be helping me. why won't you help me?" "go away!" she yelled throwing a pen at me. "fine! you won't help me, then I'll get someone else to" I groaned stomping out of the police station.
ok now for this next part, don't judge me ok. I'm desperate.
if it there was one thing for certain it is that this club was not a place for children. there was half naked women and dirty old man dancing, drinking and doing drugs. I figured in a place like this someone had to know something about batman. right? it was honestly surprising how far I got into the club without being noticed or kicked out. in fact I made it to a private room that over looked the club. thankfully there was no one in the room. the room looks amazing decorated with art and jewels in glass cases that I would never be able to afford. well in this life time at least. but that wasn't what I was after. I was after information.
I ran to the desk. throwing open the drawer looking for anything with batman on it. "what are you looking for kitten." I jumped back from the desk not expecting anyone to be in here. I didn't even hear the door open; but there stood a tall, curvy woman whoes face was covered by a mask with Cat ear? "um, nothing." I lied quickly pulling my hands out of the drawer and hiding them behind me back. the women eyed me up and down, studying me. "don't lie kitten, tell me the truth and maybe I could help you." I laughed. "I'm not stupid woman. no one in gothem helps a stranger without wanting something, so what do you want?" she walked over to one of the glass case, chuckling as she went. "you see this ring? I need it."
"ok... than get it." I said in a duh tone. she rolled her eyes at me. "I can't, not right now at least. I'm going to need help." her eyes stayed on the ring with the huge diamond in the middle of it, like eater egg big. it was almost like she was in a trance. "I could help you get the ring, but I need help also." she fold her arms in front of herself as she leaned on the wall. "what does a little kitten like you, need help with?" she asked "you're catwoman, right? it's rumored that you and batman have a thing going on." her face was stoic as she shrugged "the point kitten, get to it."
"I need to speak with him. he um, has a friend of mines" I explained. she hummed, glancing at the ring once more. "I work here, in the club. when the ring goes missing the first thing they're going to do is search the girls--" "then why can't you steal it as catwomen on a day you're not working?" I asked she rolled her eyes. "I have a reputation of stealing things I'm sure you know; and the people that ownes the club has some very powerful allies, allies that I do not want to get on the bad side of" she shrugged "at least not right now."
"so you want me to steal for you. ok I'll do it. I'll steal it on a day where you're not working and catwoman is to busy stealing something else; and in return you get me a face to face meeting with batman." she smirked "you're a smart cookie" she held out her hand. "let's shake on it." I walked the short distance to stand in front of her and shook her hand. "deal." we pulled our hands apart.
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I had no idea how I was going to steal this ring. catwoman and I have been come close over the last few weeks. she was teaching me all the ins and out of club, red room and what I'd need to do in order to actually pull this off and to be honest I don't think I can. so as it turns out it wasn't luck that got me to that office, it was catwoman. she knocked out the guards and the surveillance camera, making it easy for me to slip in.
now I need to do everything she did and then some if I'm going to make it out with the diamond. "are you sure you can't just go in and knock out the cameras for me." catwoman and I sat in my small motel room going over the plans for tonight. "the whole point of this is so I'm nowhere near the club when you still the ring. if you're having doubts--" "NO!... I mean no. I can do this. I'm just nervous" she smiled. "I've got you something." she pulled out a small mask and threw it to me. it was all black with little cat ears on it. "Really, for me?" she nodded "incase you mess up with the cameras" she said shrugging her shoulders, like this wasn't a big deal but her small smile gave it away. "but wouldn't it defeat the purpose of separating you from all of this if I wear your logo" her face fell. "I guess you're right. but keep it anyways, for next time" I smiled "next time?" she nodded pushing the mask closer to me. "next time."
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catwoman and I started getting close when she showed up in my motel the day after we met. it was weird waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. at first I thought it as a weird murderer who made it's victims breakfast before killing them. but when I turned over there stood catwoman, dressed in her cat suit. "what are you doing here?" I asked slowly sitting up. she didn't even flinch when I spoke, just grabbed a plate off the counter and handed it to me. "eat up we have lots to do" I looked down at the food, then back up at her. "do you realise how creepy this is?" I asked putting the plate on the bed. she rolled her eyes, putting the fork and knife down next to my plate. "I work all week only day off is next saturday. if we're going to pull this off you'll need to learn how to get in and out without being noticed." I groaned "I'm tired" I layed down on the bed, pulling the covers over my eyes. but she wasn't having it.
she pulled the covers away from me. "if I'm wasting my time with you tell me now. if the deal is over I would love to know." I sighed sitting up. "the deal isn't over. I'll learn." she smiled. "first eat." I rolled my eyes but dug into my food. "it's good." I said with a mouth full of food. "you have nothing to eat in this whole motel." I swallowed my food. "I do." she scoffed "yeah ramen and cereal. your milk went bad I had to throw it out."
"thank you for the food." I haven't been food shopping in a few days. I've been to busy looking for jason. "no problem kitten. hurry up and eat, we have a lot to do."
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everyday I'd wake up with catwoman in my kitchen, making me breakfast. then we'd spend the whole day going over the plans. surprisingly it was super fun and going over plans, learning how to use her nails to cut glass. it was all fun and it made it a little less nerve-wracking. "remember, get the ring and get out. don't stop for anything." cat sighed. she was nervous about tonight and who's to blame her. she putting a lot of trust into me and I don't want to let her down. if I let her down I'd let jason down. "once you get out of there go to 5th street. there I'll give you you're next instructions" I nodded "and where will you be." she smirked turning back to the blue prints. "it's time. good luck kitten."
"you too catwoman"
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the club was more intimidating than it was the first time. it felt bigger and darker, scarier but I had a job to do and I was determined to get it done.
heading towords the back of the building cat said there would be a door leading to a locker room. that is going to be my way inside the club. it was there but so was two large security guard. "hello" I said giving them my sweetest smile. "go away kid." the man on the left said. he was tall, bald and buff. "I need to get inside." the one on the right sighed he looked annoyed and stressed "kid please go away." I sighed
"you don't understand my mom is in there, she's working, and my dad wants me to get her and bring her home." they looked at each other, having a silent conversation. the one of the right asked "is your mom melody?" I nodded. if it was one thing cat taught me, it was to always be confident in my answer. "yes!" I said. "we should let her through. the last time melody's boyfriend didn't have her home when he wanted, he shot up to club, and I do not want to stay late again."
"that sounds like papa" I said they rolled they're eyes as they opened the door. "don't take long kid and don't get caught." I nodded walking in the locker room. it was surprisingly lit up and it looked nice. huge vanity mirrors on the wall with twenty plus director's chairs infront of it.
there was only a two girls in the room, doing there make-up and getting dressed. I walked, well more like ran out of there into the actual club. it was dark and smelly filled with drunk adults of all ages dancing and doing drugs. why do adults like this? it's weird and toxic
just like last time I was able to make through the sea of adults without being stopped. gothem is not a safe place for kids. instead of going straight to the office like I did last time, I had to go through the ceiling this time.
NO'S POV:
you had a lot on your mind right now. climb the stairs to the fifth floor, get to the girls bathroom, climb into the ceiling. take a right, left go staight until you reach the dead end. below you is the office. but it wasn't that easy. as soon as you stepped foot into the bathroom the plan started going down hill. you were frozen in fear looking up at THE Harley Quinn touching up her make-up in the mirror. she didn't notice you yet which you were very lucky for because she did not seem to be in a good mood. she angrily patted her cheek with a napkin trying to cover up a bruise that almost covered half her cheek. "stupid harley, you never learn do yah. you just always have to make him mad."
"It's not my fault! he's the one who forgot our anniversary! we got all dressed up and even made him dinner but nooo. he wanted to come to this stupid club!" she replied to herself. "Don't talk about him that way!" she yelled pointing a finger at the mirror "and this club isn't stupid, it's a nice place for an anniversary." you could tell by her voice that she didn't believe it. she opened her mouth to reply when her eyes landed on you through the mirror. "who are you?" she asked turning around to face you. "Um. MR. J wanted me to tell you to hurry up. he, um. misses you" you lied. her eyes widen. if this was a cartoon she'd have heart eyes. "I'M COMING MR. J!" she yelled running out of the bathroom.
once you were alone you went to the first stall, climbing onto the toilet. reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out a black mask. not the one cat gave to you but a different one. you were about to put it on when something caught your eye. Harley left her bat. it was too great of an opportunity to pass up. you said to yourself as you ran over and grabbed the bat, it was heavy and it took a while for you to get it into the ceiling but eventually you got it. now your turn. it took a lot of upper body strength (that you didn't know you had) to get up there but you managed. you put on the mask and started crawling forword when you remembered something.
'put the tile back once you get in. don't leave any evidence of you being there.' cat's voice reminded you. groaning you kick the tile back into place and now being one step closer to the ring. you couldn't wait to tell jason about tonight. he's going to be so jealous.
left, right, straight, dead end. peeling back the tile, right under me was the case with the ring. excitement course through your body at the thought of taking the ring. you never felt so excited taking something before. when you'd strip cars with jason it was usually jason doing all the work and you just being the look out; but now you were in the driver's seat and you didn't mind it at all.
now all you had to do was drop down pull out the Freddy Krueger nails Cat gave you. (you called then that because they were long, sharp nails that she used to get through the glass without setting off the alarm.) cut the glass, get the ring and get out of here. the room was empty which made it a thousand times easier, or it should have atleast.
maybe there was a reason jason was in charge of the stealing part. as soon as you dropped the bat down into the room, you knew you fucked up, watching in slow motion as the bat fell and smashed the glass case into pieces.
The room turned red as a loud alarm came on. "INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT" it yelled. "someone's in the bosses office." a voice said from the other side of the door. "fuck" you said jumping down from the ceiling, almost impaling yourself on the broken glass. you sifted through the broken pieces of glass looking to the ring, while also not trying to get cut.
"WHO'S IN THERE" a man yelled. there was a pounding on the door like a body was being thrown against it. "go get the boss. now!" you heard footsteps fade away but the pounding on the door continues. "you better hope boss is in a good mood tonight or you're as good as dead." 'where the hell was this ring.' you thought. you were about to give up and just run out of there when something shiny caught your eyes. the ring! you grabbed it quickly putting it in your pocket.
now how the hell were you going to get out of here. the glass case was too smashed to use it to get back into the ceiling so you had go to plan B. improvise. you ran over the the window that lead to the fire escape. you tried opening it but it did not budge, even through there was no lock on the window.
'the windows in that place doesn't open, so you won't be able to get in or out through there.' Cat said one afternoon when you were having lunch and going over plans. 'we'll see' you thought going back over to the smashed case where you left harley's bat. picking it up before running back to the window. it took one swing and the window was smashed. "thank you harley"
you quickly climb onto the fire escape. "they're going through the window!" the gaurd outside the room said "mark and james are already down they're ready to cut them off." you glanced down, and sure enough there stood two huge men in black suits. so down wasn't an option. up it is.
people in the movies made running up the fire escape look so easy, but in reality it was exhausting. when you finally made it to the roof you were out of breath. "ok. what now?" you asked glancing around the roof for a away down. 'this is a stupid idea' you thought as you started noticing how close the buildings where to each other.
"this is stupid" you said as you started running towords the edge.
"THIS IS STUPID!" you yelled as you jumped off the roof, soaring through the sky before landing hard on the opposite roof. "oof" was the only noise you made as you knocked the wind out of yourself
all you wanted to do was stay there on the roof looking up at the starless sky but you couldn't, you had to meet cat. you groaned as you peeled your body away from the roof. "you owe me big time jason."
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5th street was deserted and dark. no one was on the street not even catwoman. this was suspose to be the meet up location but cat wasn't here. 'maybe she was late or got held up. or maybe batman took her away like he did jay. if he did he's going to be in a world of hurt if I every get my hands on---' you were pulled out of your thought when a phone you didn't notice until now started ringing.
you slowly walked towords it picking it up off the trash can it laid on. "you made it!" cat's voice answered through the phone. she sounded more out of breath than you did which you thought was impossible. "you sound surprise" she laughed "you have the ring?"
"yeah. now, where are you?" you asked. "look up, kitten." you could barely make out the black shadow on top of the museum across the street. "batman should be here soon, come up and meet him. the front door is open."she said before she hung up the phone, walking away from the edge. you threw the phone behind you, not caring where it ended up.
walking through the museum was the easiest part of your night. "I'm proud of you kitten." you jumped at the sudden sound of cat's voice. "don't scary me like that!" you yelled she laughed "it's gothem kitten, you need to learn how to grow eyes in the back of your head." you sighed "here's your ring" you said throwing her the ring that she easily caught"you did good kitten. real good." she put it in her pocket. "aren't you going to inspect it?" you asked she didn't answer instead she walked closer to you.
she gently cupped your face into her gloved hands. "oh kitten. you're all beaten up." she pushed a piece of your hair away from your face. you sighed leaning into her warm hand "I kind of messed up--" she shrugged "were you caught?" you shook your head no. "seen leaving the office?" again you shook you heard no. "then you were perfect. a bit more training and you'll be a real pro." your eyes widen. "you want to teach me?" she nodded "if batman can have a robin and joker can have an harley. why can't I have a kitten." you felt honored and happy. you would love to learn from catwoman, it's been a goal of yours since last week. "what do you say?" you nodded
"yes! I would love too!" she opened her mouth to say something but was cut off. "caught red handed selina hand over whatever you stole." batman. she smirked "Oh bat, I've missed you." she pulled away from me, turning to face batman. "don't play games with me selina, hand over the ruby and I'll forget you where here."
"selina? that's your name?" you asked she glanced at you. "yes kitten, that's my name." she pushed you forwords "bat this is kitten, she has a question for you." the tall shadow in front of you was intimidating and scary. you gulped down your fears "my friend and I are the ones who stole your tire. we went back for another one but you were already there, you chased us and were gaining on us but we split up. what did you do with my friend?" you asked trying to sound brave you don't think he was buying but you still tried.
Y/N POV:
I could feel his eyes studing me, like he was trying to determine if I was worth the imformation or not. "please, sir. he's all I have left." I pleaded. it was silent for a minute when he said. "he fought hard to get back to you." he sighed "I knew once you two split up I would not be able to catch the both of you, expecally since I didn't know where you would be going. so I slowed down and let him run. I thought he would lead me to you. it took me a while to realise he was running in the opposite direction from you. he was giving you time to run away."
"aww that's so sweet." cat-- selina said. "where is he?" I asked again he hesitant to answer the question. he didn't know if he could trust me and I didn't care. I don't care if he trusted me our not it's not about him. I'd do anything to get jason back. I've already proven that and I'll prove it again if I had to. I don't know where this anger came from but standing here looking at the masked man with no powers deciding he had the right to take my friend away from me. where did he get off.
"Where. is. he.?" I asked one last time. "Ma Gunn's School for orphans." that name sounded familiar. I think Greg told jason and I about it one time. I don't remember what he said about the school but I don't think it was anything good. "Thank you selina for everything you've done for me. I'll see you around." I said leaving the dark museum. I don't know if I'll ever see selina again, I wanted to. I really wanted to learn how to do what she does. but I can't think about that right now. jason comes first. he will always come first.
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my legs were tired by the time I stood infront of 'Ma Gunn's School for orphans' it was late, cold and creepy out here in the middle of Crime Alley. it was stupid of me to be out here by myself but jason was in there. somewhere.
I was surprise at the School infront of me. it was not like the other Buildings on the street. It was smaller then I thought it would be, there were no broken or boarded up windows and it was bright yellow like a school bus. every building except this one looked like a heavy sigh would cause it to crumble to dust but this one stood strong. red flag number one. Red flag number two was the bars on the window. now bars on the window isn't uncommon in Gothem but these bars were on the inside. like they were trying to keep something in not out.
something about this place did not seem right to me. the building should be falling apart because of it being extremely underfunded like every school/orphanage in gothem was. Money laundering is the only explanation I could think of. 'stop worrying about the school y/n just get in get jason and leave.' maybe there's a back door that was left open? or maybe a window without bars on it.
the boarding school was not easy to get into, it took almost an whole hour for me to finally get in. the inside was even more impressive. it was obviously an apartment turned boarding school and it was nice. the first floor (or the lobby) was a large classroom with a white board on one end and an elevator on the other. it was HUGE, the classroom could fit fifty kids comfortably there was also a small desk in the corner next to the backdoor probably for the teacher.
I got into the elevator which wasn't really a good idea. I could easly get caught this way. I could hear selina yelling at me now. 'get out of the elevator.' 'you're going to get caught' 'what are you going to do if someone gets in the elevator?' but I had no chosice, there were no stairs.
the buttons on the elevators read.
ATTIC.
HALL A.
HALL B.
CAFETERIA.
CLASSROOM A.
CLASSROOM B.
I pressed 'Hall A.' to go up. 'Hall' was of course the rooms and in one of those rooms was jason. my heart pounded at the thought of seeing jason again. I was excited, I wanted to hug him tight and never let the go. I wanted to run into his arms and have him hold me tight and never let me go. I wanted him to call me stupid for worrying about him. he'd probably say something like 'you shouldn't be worry fairy, I knew you'd find me.' or something sappy like that. my face would get hot and I'd push him away in embarrassment but he'd probably pull me back. God I couldn't wait.
I practically jumped out of the elevator when the doors finally opened. I was one step closer to jason. the floor I was on looked like a regular apartments now. except none of the apartments had front doors. I walked into the first one labeled 'H1'. I was hoping someone here knew jason and could point me to him. I was not trying to go through every room but I knew if it came down too, I would.
there was no rooms just an open space with bunk beds and dressers against the wall. it was basically a large studio apartment. there was no oven/stove but a small table and three little chairs. the only thing they had was a bathroom. there was six boys in this room and they all looked to be different ages. I walk to the nearest boy to shake him awake but before I could even put my hand on his shoulder a loud siren sounded through out the whole floor. "Not again." I groaned. everything happened so fast. the boys rose from they're bunk bed wearing dark shirts and pants. they looked like robots, none of them paid me any mind as they put of they're shoes. a line started forming infront of the elevators. groups of seven went down at a time. they didn't seem to be thinking just doing. it was weird. I couldn't see jason in the crowd of boys and girls, maybe he's in the other hall.
I followed the crowd down the elevator back into the Lobby/ classroom B and out the door. an odd looking woman was ushering kids into a long bus, she looked like the old lady from Monsters, Inc. she was a fat, short lady who had no neck and spiky white hair. she looked mean. "get in, get in. we don't have much time." she said almost pushing a girl up the steps. "what's going on?" I asked the boy next to me. "where you sleeping in class or something? it's the hest." I looked at him like he was crazy, Kids pulling a hest? that was completely unheard of. even for gothem. "the one we've been planning for week?" a kid on my other side said. a small girl who look no older then five. "you must be new, I'm Nia. can you hold my hand, I'm scared." Nia held her hand up, I took her hand in mine.
"yeah me too but it's going to be ok.I promise" she let out a sigh and shrugged. "don't mind Michael he doesn't like alot of people. just his friend Mike and sam. they use to steal my lunch until my friend jason kick their asses." I froze, could she me talking about MY jason? I cleared my throat from the sudden tightness. "Nia. your friend jason, what's he like?" I asked stopping in the line so we had time to talk. something tells me once we get on that bus I won't have that opportunity. she smile widely "Oh he's the best. those mean boys were picking on me again and he punched them in the face." her small fist hit the palm of her hand with a loud smack. "he beat their ass. that'll teach them to mess with me." her hand tighten around mine. "he shared a secret with me, he said--" she narrowed her eyes at me "are we friends?" she asked I nodded "of course" I said she smiled "then I think I tell you a secret" she glanced around making sure no one was listening. "he told me--" "HEY! get on the bus" the monster Inc. lady yelled glaring at Nia and I. I rolled my eyes walking up the steps of the bus with Nia. the bus was oddly silent dispite there being 30 plus kids. they sat perfectly still, staring forword. "Creepy" I wispered taking the closes seat to the front. "We have to be quiet now." Nia wispered she looked scared. her little knee was bouncing with nerves and her hand clunched tightly around my hand. "it's going to be ok Nia I'm going to protect you." I said. I don't know what is happening here and I don't see jason anywhere but I truely wanted to protect her. she was just so young "Nia." she looked startled "your friend jason, where is he?" I asked she glanced around nervously "he ran away." she wispered "he said he was going to stop Ma Gunn." I nodded that sounds like jason.
The large bus pulled into the parking lot of a bank, Ma Gunn smiled widely almost as big as the jokers. the bus doors opened and like robots the kids stood up simultaneously heading towords the doors of the bus. I looked down when I felt a tug on my shirt. "we have to go" Nia said she was standing up also, waiting for me to move out of the way. I followed the line into the bank where kids were making quick work stuffing the money into large garbage bags. "we have to hurry the police are going to be here in five minutes." nia and I grabbed the huge bags and started stuffing money into it
it would be ten minutes and an half bag of money later when a loud bang made everyone in the bank freeze. "the hell was that!" Ma Gunn yelled rushing out of the bank. kids being kids we ran after her to see for ourselves. I don't know what I expected to see when I ran out of the bank, the bus being on fire was surprisingly not one of them. "MA GUNN I will not allow you to use these kids for your personal gain any longer. come out and fight me" I wanted to laugh. there he was standing infront of a burning bus ready to take on a woman more than twice his size, yep that's my jason.
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the-firebird69 · 7 months
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The citadel systems are working John remillard and company are going after the citadels and they are chasing after them and they are getting slaughtered I'm going to start taking over other companies of his
-one such company is JetBlue he still has 50% ownership and he's going to lose it today for his threats and the more you threatens the more we're going to take and I want all the assets of JetBlue I want every house and apartment and hotel the JetBlue owns and every resort and I want it in meaning I want cordoned off and I want them held out and we will list what they are to others and we're going to tell them where it is
-other commercial airlines that we want in that we are going to go ahead and take over besides JetBlue our Swiss Air and he owns 50% of Swiss Air so we are going into Swiss yard now to pull him out he's threatening people all over the world with poor maintenance and they have done coordinating maintenance for years and we need all those jets in if he doesn't sell would you we're not going to offer if we don't take it over I want us to just pull the Jets in because of his terrorist activities which is illegal and we have warrants from the vitamin administration to seize his assets and all the air liners that he owns and the max are going after them right now and they're flying them off so he's got better things to do play hooky maybe he's going to go get like a lollipop or something that's what he's doing what he's doing now does not help him
-and other airlines that were taking over US Air American Air but they're pretty big want to do the similar procedure John remillard and company are running the planes down we're going to shackle them put them on the plane and take the planes from every single airport on Earth
It was a very strong reaction to his presence here across from the courthouse they know what he did in 9/11 and they're issuing warrants now on him and they want him to hear it and so forth and really he did not attack himself he attacked the McDonald's who were running it and the max were having them do it and they were pretty upset and they saw what Dempsey was doing and they are going after him yesterday they had about 30 households go to the first ring and about 20 of them returned so we are down to 70 households and they're not doing very well and they're kicking their own ass for the most part and in moment he's going to be late for court it takes some 25 minutes to get ready now we have all sorts of things lined up to do them because of it and he's still insisting on trying to scare our son I mean what it was on top of what he's doing they are issuing warrants for him for a day-to-day stuff and for 9/11 and more but one in him five year old child and don't break out of it we're doing the worst we can in the adult world and he doesn't seem to understand it we are going to start working on him in ways he doesn't want and really his stuff is ineffective and he won't win anything but he's a little child and he needs to learn like a child it's really going to cause I mean it takes a lot of chastising and correcting behavior we do it the hard way and we have to start initializing it I'm requesting volunteers for the above duties and also this last paragraph right now this is serious business this guy will not back off he's stuck right to him and he's a fool so we need him out
Thor Freya
I'm off for doing this and I'm sending mine out we're going after him and targeting him yesterday he got clobbered by the max it doesn't seem to care you know why he's an idiot and he says he runs the program and stuff but really Jason has the ucap program and other programs he wrote and he's a moron in the child and we're going to express it and I used to do it all the time you guys flustered he was constipated tried to come after me and then this man and woman would die we need that to happen right now so I'm getting to it and I really appreciate the effort that you requested I really appreciate the duty and confidence he says why you were near me he was away and I noticed that too A lot of the time since he got his ass hand it to him even when he was right there and it draws you in and we're going to do it now and we have permission I do appreciate it and he says I appreciate it more and I do understand that
Hers
We're going to war with you John remillard Trump we're going to take you down his family is going to take you down the max are taking you down and foreigners and the person you're talking to right now is taking you down we all hate you and we don't want you around and you putting your finger doesn't do s*** we're going to take you out
Thor Freya
And we have one more thing to say he said something about we are after you and we're initializing programs that will get rid of you we don't want you near him we don't want your filthy stuff that you touched after touching hot stuff even though he's pretty much immuned we don't want you doing anything to try and harm him so we're going to take you down and we're going to take you down fast and you're going to regret doing what you're doing
Olympus
You're a little girl too John remillard AKA Trump nothing but doing what you're doing nobody in history of my life has done anything like what you do you are a complete spaz and you're worse than any of these gifted people I've never seen someone be such a huge loser in my life I've never seen maneuvers pulled on someone this supposedly is some sort of shyster like I've seen pulled on you they're using your money to buy your companies to force a takeover you're sending the meetings accepting it you're a f****** fool I've never seen someone pretend they have a weapon so many times and get shot minutes after in my life I've never seen someone on the news shot up and dead so many times in my life I've never seen some some person who's supposed to be a man act like a child on so many occasions I've never seen someone act so juvenile as you in my life honestly your son is number two but I've never seen someone reveal so many secrets about the realm in my entire life and try and blame everybody else I've never seen someone blame a woman for what they're doing to themselves so many times in my life that you just become nothing I've never seen someone with so much money lose so much money so fast right now your assets in those companies are very low about a quarter of what you have left in some cases a half in some others it's still huge but your people are not I've never seen someone lose an army so fast I've never seen someone be a huge jackass to me for so long and lose so much stuff and continue to do it I have never ever seen it in my entire life what you doing now is going to get you hit by BG and he's really an assassin goes around shooting dumb m************ like you and you're Trump and he knows it because of your truck you dumb a****** why don't you just give it a rest Joel Watts you're so damned annoying but really I'm going to take all your stuff now and use you to do it and you're in the way of everybody else and you caused this cluster f*** and people can't get by and they get tired tuckered out the ruin each other and we take over and grab all the assets and pretty soon you're not going to be able to do anything at all and you're going to have to flee but really you don't understand you're standing right next to me telling people what you're doing people here and we can use any of them it's ridiculous you're such a jackass the max are on your case you say I rejoice about it and I'm in trouble and I haven't gotten in trouble yet because and people who are smart knew my perspective you want me to shoot my mouth off like you do because you're a massive loser you're a huge stinking loser and you're going to be late for court cuz you want to sit there and chastise someone and you're getting disemboweled please think of us as people who help make it happen
Zues Hera
It's quite a statement but it's very true he acts like a little baby all the time he's just a little child thinking stupid noises dumb gestures idiotic statements and yeah his son is number two coming right up behind with almost as big a dumb lines and he's got businesses too and we're going to start taking them over
-when business I want people to go in and start pulling them out of taking their place and holding it is Occidental petroleum and Dan took about 30% to 40% of the company over and whatever's left all over the world so we're going to go in there and take all his guys out and take their positions and not let them back in and we're going to start taking over the company Lock stock and barrel now on all the assets in that he has City laying around we're just going to drive off with them and it's about 90% they just sit there and look at it cuz they're a bunch of old pieces of nothing
That's good for now he says Occidental petroleum is big and we need it all in we're going after it right now
Thor Freya
Really has like 1% of the world's population and he's holding all this wealth and power so we're going to take it away from him to make sure that he can't do anything and spent a little eyes aren't going to save the beady little eyed pig he's a little baby
Olympus
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austinpanda · 2 years
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Dad Letter 052922
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29 May, 2022
Dear Dad--
It is preposterously beautiful here, sunny, no clouds, breezy, mid-60s, a gorgeous Memorial Day weekend. This is the first day of my weekend, so this morning we walked to McDonald’s across the street and got brekky. We like being able to order from a digital kiosk and serve ourselves our own sodas, which can then be an embarrassing mixture of whatever we want. Then the food is brought to us. Zach had the oatmeal, and I had the big breakfast: eggs, a sausage patty, biscuit, and hash brown. They only gave us one plastic knife and fork, so Zach used the fork to eat the oatmeal, and I used the knife to eat my breakfast. We made it work. Why, you’re probably wondering, didn’t one of you ask for another knife and fork? Because shut up, we made it work. Tomorrow we’re going to plant scientist’s house to honor those who’ve perished while on active military service by grilling and consuming meat. 
Not to bury the lede, Stacy got the cancer, and that’s just nothing but poo sandwich all the way down. That’s made it fun to go add up numbers for Gamblor every day. Not to say that I’m the one getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop here; that would be Stacy. I’m glad they seem to have caught it early. I’m glad she’s in a place where she can obtain excellent medical care. And I have never been more pleased that Stacy is a ramrod, because when the doctor seemed wary about having to recommend a double mastectomy, Stacy’s reaction was, “Shit, take ‘em! Burn it down!” I fucking hate that she has to go through this. It makes perfect sense that I’m the one who smokes cigarettes, is allergic to exercise, and only eats deep fried Snickers, and she’s the one who gets crancer. The medical treatment had better fucking work, because I can’t lose Stacy. She’s the only remaining Weidmann who isn’t a total asshole (no offense) and I’ve always counted on living in her garden shed if I ever became a zombie, like Nick Frost at the end of Shawn of the Dead. 
It’s been a rough week all around. That school massacre in Uvalde happened, and Ted Cruz already said Democrats would try to politicize it by taking guns away from law-abiding citizens. I believe he has since been heckled at a sushi restaurant. Probably they will now pass a law to ban heckling, while the next batch of kids call 911 to beg for help from inside the school. My country had problems when I was a kid, but it was nowhere near as fundamentally broken as it is now. 
Kind of tricky, resetting the mood after that last paragraph. You know who I heard from recently? My old hetero lifemate Jason. He has apparently gone from having a dad to not having a dad, and left his security job after a year of 7-day-workweeks (on salary, so no overtime pay) that apparently, and utterly predictably, burned his ass out real bad. In my perfect future scenario, he raises his kids to adulthood, then packs his car full of his shit and comes to live with me and Zach. We can discover new movies together and be besties again. (I mean, Zach is my best friend, but Jason could always be my best straight friend.) Because he’s worked in security, he could even get a job at the casino where I work, and guard the OMG PUPPIES! slot machine. Probably this won’t happen, because fortune would never shower such favor upon me, but it’s nice to think about retiring with my huz and my hetero lifemate in Maine, with the nice weather and the legal ganja and at least moderately blue-ish political bent. 
I had an interesting and disgusting thing happen in my mouth recently! (I KNOW you want to hear about it after an introduction like that.) I had three teeth pulled on my back right side a couple of months ago, if you recall. This makes 7 or 8 teeth I’ve lost at this point, and they always warn you about something that’s never happened to me before. They warn you that there may be fragments of bone left over from the extraction, that are never extracted. Over time, as your gums heal up, they naturally shove that shit out. That can lead to a strange and exhilarating phenomenon where the fragment gets shoved out through your gums, like a tiny little Alien (1979) chestburster, right there in your purty mouf, being all noticeably painful and suchlike. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you’re supposed to go to your dentist so they can politely remove it. As it turns out, you can also remove it yourself if you wait long enough, just by scratching at it with your fingernail. In case you haven’t sussed it out by now, this shit happened to me. Boy did it suck when it was happening, but boy was it nice how it made all the swelling and discomfort go away after it was evicted. 
My coworker Justin has left his job working with me at the casino to pursue a job that pays relative bucket loads of money doing something for Maine Revenue. I loaned him a book that he never returned, the bastard, but he accidentally showed me his ass about a dozen times while we were moving boxes of files around, so I can’t be mad. I texted him that he could keep the book, because it’s a good one, and he should read it, and then, if he doesn’t wish to tote it around with him for the rest of his life, give it away. I already miss him dearly. The poor guy had an almost brand new Jeep that just would NOT stop breaking down. Several times in the few times he’s owned it, by now. This last time, he left it at his preferred repair shop, with keys in it, and a guy stole it and drove it around. He then abandoned it at a business next door to the same repair shop where he stole it, and the police nabbed his ass. Life in Maine is pretty colorful. 
The first day of my weekend is drawing to a close. I’m planning exactly how I’m going to execute this Memorial Day pie procedure. I wish I’d purchased vanilla ice cream to go with it, fart. 
[Memorial Day 2:51 PM]
Holy shit my pie ended up looking so very pretty. Perhaps I can include a photo of it here for posterity’s sake.
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Now the second day of my weekend is drawing to a close, so I’m going to say goodbye shortly. For the next seven days, I command that no one gets any new life-threatening ailments, or has any dental issues, and that we all have nothing but the healthiest of cats. I watched the movie ‘It’ not long ago, and now I’m going to watch It: Chapter Two, which, from what I’ve read, was underwhelming in almost every way. I might just have it on low in the background and see if any of its scenes grip me. I’m full of Memorial Day food, and I have to return to the casino tomorrow for a full day of auditing. Zach is already in the back bedroom studying EPA regulations, because if he can pass their test, he can gain their certification, and (we assume) that makes the hundos come more often…?
Stay black. TTFN.
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nightwingvixen23 · 2 years
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Jason : well well well, would'ya look a who finally decided to wake the hell up !
Damian : *dragging himself through the kitchen*
Jason : just knowing that you got to laze around all afternoon in a pile of blankets while we were made to hustle our asses off down in the batcave, really makes me wanna take a hatchet to the nearest standing object
Dick : leave him alone Jason. he deserves the rest
Jason : and I deserve to get dicked-down seven to nine times a week but life ain't all sunshine and lollipops
Tim : seven to nine times a week would really cause a disadvantage in properly executing a lot of physical menuvers during future missions
Jason : I know. which is exactly why I'm currently NOT being dicked down seven to nine times a week
Stephanie : are ya sure that's why ?? or is it because no one really wants to do it
Jason : for your information I'm a 5 star lay, there just isn't too many people who are iron fisted enough to handle this 5 star lay
Stephanie : *snorts*
Jason : what's so funny
Stephanie : iron fisted. . . . . 😏
Jason : *snorting x2*
Tim : why do you two always have to be so damn childish
Jason : for lack of being given a childhood in which to be childish in
Stephanie : therefore whatever childish behavior we show stems from not being able to display it during the right time in life; and is referred to as " delayed childish behavior " for your information--
Damian : when I woke up just now the very last thing I counted on being given was a migrain, however none of you ever fail to disappoint
Dick : well at least you were able to get yourself a bit of a shut-eye today
Alfred : *entering in to the kitchen with grocery bags*
Alfred : good afternoon to you master Damian, how was your nap this evening ?
Damian : I feel totally disoriented and frothing with hate
Alfred : oh ?
Damian : it was great.
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