Hiiii! I’m the anon that asked for the MC’s family request and it was hilarious, 10/10 if you don’t mind May i possibly ask for a part 2 with the dateables? Thanks for reading!
(Part 1: The Brothers)
"Mom, Dad, these are my other four boyfriends and my son."
...is what you almost do say when there's a knock at the door a few weeks later while you're entertaining your parents, your sister, and teenage cousin who's stuck with your folks while your aunt is on a cruise. Your parents stare at you with faces that all but beg you to ignore the damn door. Is it that cult again?
"Open the door! Is it that cult again?" your sister asks with shining eyes. She's been discussing going backpacking across the country ever since she met those seven hot guys who apparently adore you now. Your parents are devastated.
"Cult?" asks your cousin, looking up from his Switch with dead eyes. Your sister starts explaining to him as you go to the door and look through the peephole.
Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Oh, son of Gardonus---it's the son of Gardonus.
Opening the door just partway, you see that it's not just Diavolo. No, he brought the whole crew with him. Barbatos, naturally, but also Solomon, Simeon, and even little Luke. Diavolo holds a bouquet of flowers and Luke has a covered platter that almost certainly contains some kind of cake.
"Hiiiii, guys..."
"MC! It's been too long!" laughs Diavolo in his booming voice.
"It's been...a month..." you concede. Why, just...why...do all these handsome men find you so alluring? This is just your cross to bear, apparently. "It isn't a great time though, so---"
"Is that them?" Your cousin is standing behind you, peering out the door.
"No, this is... Who the hell...? MC, don't tell me there are more of them?!" Your sister is clearly astounded, and also quite delighted. "Invite them in! Invite them in!"
So, soon you're standing in the middle of your tiny apartment again, surrounded by friends and family, holding flowers and a cake, and feeling like you'd love it if a chasm in the earth opened up and swallowed you.
"There were more?" Your mom sounds hurt, like you'd been intentionally hiding things from her. "How many more besides these?!"
"Arguably three, but I don't know them well enough for them to visit," you say, winking reassuringly to the nervous author.
"Oh my god, there's a kid?!" Your sister has noticed Luke now. "Holy shit! Whose is he?"
You point mutely to Simeon, who smiles uncomfortably and waves.
"I'm not a kid!" Luke protests. "I'm--"
"You're a pre-teen. We know, Luke. We know." Solomon laughs dangerously, and Luke doesn't put up any more arguments.
You clear your throat. God, this is even more uncomfortable than the last go-round.
"Um, so. Everyone, I'd like you to meet---"
(Individuals are below the cut!)
Diavolo
Diavolo, who was never good at standing by quietly while other people talked, steps forward before you have a time to do any introductions. He extends a hand to your father, who has been eyeing him resentfully all this time.
"You all must be MC's relatives. What a delightful person you've brought into this world! I am Diavolo. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"'Diavolo'?" your cousin mutters, looking at his Switch screen again. "Like from JoJo?"
Dia looks very confused, and as your father hasn't shaken his hand, he smiles awkwardly at you. "Perhaps I'm approaching this the wrong way? Are the customs here very different from...ahem. Where we are from?"
"You mean Italy?" your cousin says.
"Ah-- Yeah. Dia's Italian. People here are a lot less friendly," you tell him.
Your sister asks him how someone like him ended up in a cult.
You remind everyone that you were not in a cult.
"But you met my baby while they were away from home," Mom says accusingly, glaring at Diavolo. "When they were vulnerable and confused."
Diavolo has no idea what to say to that. Your dad is still glaring at him.
Solomon
"This is Solomon. He's---"
"I'm their mentor and closest companion," Solomon says helpfully, taking your hand. "We have a very special relationship."
You really wish that chasm would stop taking its sweet time and open up already.
"Mentor? Special relationship?" Dad finally speaks up, and his arms are crossed over his chest, his expression deadly serious.
"This must be your father," Solomon observes, still smiling. "Sir, it's an honor to finally meet you. I hope I have an opportunity to speak with you privately later. We have a lot to discuss."
Your mom is ready to throw hands with this guy. Your sister is enchanted. Your cousin is cursing under his breath at his Switch.
Solomon wraps an arm around your shoulders and you elbow him in the gut. He smiles through the pain but lets you go.
Simeon
"...Simeon. Simeon, these are my parents. This is my sister, and this is---"
"Is there some sort of attractiveness requirement to join this cult?" your sister asks, beaming at Simeon.
You remind her that there is no cult.
Surprisingly, your parents don't seem nearly as hostile to Simeon. Maybe it's that angelic charm at work. They both shake his hand, which is significantly more than they were willing to do with anyone else.
"Simeon, that's a good, decent name. What do you do for a living?"
"I own and operate a cafe."
Nice one, Simeon. Very smooth. And your parents look even more impressed.
"A business owner, eh? And at such a young age..."
No one points out to them that Simeon has probably been alive longer than humans have existed.
Luke
"...Luke!" He has a completely normal human name! High fives all around!
"And that's his father?" Mom points at Simeon. "He looks awfully young..."
"Oh, Luke's an orphan. Simeon's just his guardian. It's really sad actually. His parents died when their car careened off a cliff."
How did he end up living with a cult though, they want to know. That Simeon guy can't be a very responsible caregiver if he's living on the road.
You explain to your family (again) that they aren't in a cult, that Luke is a totally normal orphan child with a stable and loving home, and yes, Mom, he goes to school. Yes, Mom, he eats vegetables. No, Mom, you don't need to call DCFS.
"He's so cute," your sister coos.
"I am not!" Luke yaps.
"And he's shaking and everything! You know what he reminds me of?"
You rub your temples.
"A Chihuahua."
Barbatos
"This is, uh... This is..."
Barbatos smiles at you and offers not an iota of assistance. He finds this entire thing pretty funny.
"This is Barb... Barbados..."
"What, like the island?" your sister asks.
Yes.... Just like the island....
And yeah, he talks. Sometimes he talks a lot. I don't know why he isn't talking. Barbs, say something.
"It is an honor to finally meet your family, MC. What a charming collection of people."
"I like your hair," your cousin says, actually looking up for once. "And those are pretty sick beads."
You agree that Barbatos's human clothes are pretty sick.
Did you say human clothes? That was weird of you.
Your mother asks why everyone in the cult paints their nails besides Simeon and Luke. You tell her that there is no cult, but, uh, it's just a fashion thing. They just like it. Don't be judgmental.
Your cousin agrees. Don't be judgmental, Auntie. He paints his nails black. So, like, what, is he in a cult now?
You remind everyone that there is not and never was a cult.
Your cousin tries to give Barbatos his Tiktok and tumblr accounts, and Barbatos smiles very graciously but refuses on the grounds that he does not have a Tiktok or tumblr.
After you manage to get the group out of your apartment, shoving Solomon out as he farewells you as his adorable apprentice, you slam the door shut and lock it.
Your parents smile at each other, agreeing that you could do much worse than that nice Simeon boy. Your sister insists that she is going to backpack across the country with at least ten or eleven hot men, even if they do have a kid with them, and nobody is going to stop her. And your cousin has put down his Switch and is now designing a vampire OC that looks suspiciously like Barbatos.
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Lips anon! Imagine Gabi asking her Mama if she'll ever get big boobs like her lol Miguel is hiding behind his palm dying of stifled laughter. Mama is flustered and just explains the best "Maybe" she can lol
Im 💀 with this one jsksjksjs
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As curious as a certain cute little monkey she was, Gabriela couldn't help but stare at your chest as you finished feeding her brother to then put him on his crib.
"Mama?"
"Yes, baby?"
Miguel had arrived from work and kissed you both a hello.
"Will I have big boobs as well?"
Miguel rubbed his face to hide his mirthful mouth underneath. One thing he had noticed was Gabi making the most random questions at the most randoms of times, leaving you for little to no time for rebuttals.
You couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious at the size of your breast, a dumb feeling really. Gabi of course was growing, and the more questions she asked, the more she felt intrigued about many things, mostly were insightful questions that actually left you thinking.
"W-Well, uh... maybe."
"Why maybe?"
"It's complicated, honey. But... given our genetics it's probable."
"Will they hurt?"
You stared at Miguel, a subtle glance asking for help.
"Maybe."
Her face turned concerned.
"I'm not saying this to scare you, baby, but, having big boobs isn't always fun"
"They look pretty though."
"Very pretty" Miguel mumbled from the doorframe and you couldn't help but fluster even more.
"I know baby. But-"
"Are they heavy?"
"Y-Yeah. But you still have a lot of time before they come out. So don't worry, ok?"
"Can I have a bra?"
"Alriight, that was enough questions for mami. Wanna help me to cook, solecito?"
She nodded and went to the kitchen. You threw a pillow at Miguel
"Really?!" he chuckled and kissed you.
"I'll make your favorite as an apology, ok?"
"Just... Don't make it too spicy, please."
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in like a one person gets one, who would dicks soulmate (platonic or not idk) be? i’ve asked this to several ppl and the answers are usually wally, donna, or jason though i’ve seen some ppl say slade, roy, and bruce.
Anon your ask has literally been haunting me at night. I thought I knew the answer but then you hit me with a Donna!! But between Bruce and Donna, I can't decide so I'll just present a case for both.
Bruce
Bruce and Dick are soulmates on a cosmological scale. The DC universe ordained them to always find each other because they're quite literally a fated pair.
Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Issue #23
Bruce: The only regret is that I'm out there alone. It felt good having someone at my back, being part of a team...but no sense wasting time wishing for something I'll never have.
Dick: He's cool, dad...d'you think we'll ever see him when we play Gotham?
The universe literally brings them together no matter the circumstances.
Convergence Issue #4
"The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."
I don't think there's any stronger evidence for Dick and Bruce being soulmates than this.
But if that's still not enough I have more-
The Multiversity: Guidebook
In Bruce's world he lost Dick and in Dick's world he lost Bruce, but still in the end they somehow find each other. In every universe that has Batman, if someone is his partner it's always Dick.
In the medieval ages world-
Batman: Dark Knight of the Round Table Issue #1
The world of "A Christmas Carol" with Ebenezer Scrooge -
Batman: Noël
In a world where Bruce is a doctor at Arkham -
The Batman of Arkham
Dick is always there as his second.
Here's another interesting but depressing fact: In worlds where Dick Grayson has died as Robin, Bruce Wayne has never taken in another Robin.
This is because on top of the fact that Dick and Bruce as fated to meet, Dick means the entire world for Bruce. Like sometimes Bruce will come across a case with a child involved and the first thing he'll think about is Dick.
Batman: City of Madness Issue #2
Bruce's mind and life is literally consumed by Dick Grayson on a cosmologically spiritual level.
Donna
Donna is Dick's soulmate on a twin-sister spiritual level. Dick and Bruce are two halves of a whole, yin and yang. Dick and Donna though are one person. Their relationship is like taking paint and mixing it together to get something new. Like in those comics where two people look at each other and there's a "zing!" and suddenly it's an instant connection. That's them.
Titans (2016) Special 1
additionally:
Titans (2016) Special 1
New Titans (1988) Issue #89
Dick and Donna have no secrets. They're like a jigsaw puzzle, their pieces fall right into place.
He's always there for her-
The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #38
They're so special and integral to each other that when an evil witch erases Donna from everyone's memories, there is only one focal point for her. One focal person for her throughout the years. Even though he doesn't remember her, Dick literally goes back in time with his future daughter Mar'i to help Donna, his soul-sister-
The Titans (1999) Issue #25
In every. single. moment of Donna's past Dick appears again and again to comfort her and be her pillar from Robin to civies to Nightwing. In the "Who is Donna Troy" Arc, as the story goes from the origins of Donna to the present, it becomes very clear that Dick is her centerpoint.
They're the definition of soulmates.
She knows him better than anyone else and he knows her. She even had him walk her Donna the aisle for her wedding. He was given that honor because of who they are to each other.
Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #42
I...
just-
Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #50
to love like that...
They're made for each other.
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Lips anon! The wife having a rather...pleasant dream, and when she wakes up she finds a meaty treat all sprung up and ready to suck. Miguel's morning wood. She frees him and gets to work. Kissing his tip, rolling her tongue on his shaft. She practically inhales the thing.
Miguel wakes up and ooooh he sure loves what he sees. It reminds him of their younger days. When she was shameless and he was railing her whenever where ever. He pets her hair and lowers her head further down his cock. Praising her. Talking about how she makes him feel and such.
When he gets close to the finish he starts going off about how he's going to fuck her open for doing this to him. Maybe put another baby in her.
The wife is all excited, now she's reminded of how shameless Miguel was back then. She gets all embarrassed and keeps sucking and slurping until he finishes down her throat 🤭
It's Miguel's turn to get spoiled 🤭.
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Dreams were something you didn't indulge talking about too much given the randomness of said events. You'd often dream about funny yet strange things that absolutely meant no sense.
Miguel only laughed when you told them about it. But this one in particular had your mind going and your body reacting in such delicious ways.
Hard nipples, soft pants and soaked panties. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing coming into view was Miguel. Your husband. A sense of pride invaded you everytime you saw the golden band around your fingers.
He was yours and you were his. Sometimes you'd marvel at the fact that you had tamed this 6'9" man. You kissed his neck softly and smirked, sauntering your hands over his body. To your luck, his morning wood had rose, trapped in his pants, in dire need to be free.
Licking your lips, you slowly removed the sheets out of him, hunger made your hands tremble and mouth to water as you let his cock unleashed from it's confinements. The appendage stood tall and proud, fat eight and a half inches waiting for you to do something.
Miguel stirred and sighed, a hand rested on his eyes, preventing the direct light to hit him in the eyes. Your hands took a hold of him, pumping a few times before you kneeled in between his long and we'll worked thighs.
Plump lips kissed his tip, to then trail downwards his base. The feathery touches made his hand to clench and soft groans rasped in his throat. Low and needy.
Smirking, you licked his tip, savoring him, to then taking him in. A satisfied groan from you. One hand stimulated his base as the other one enticed him further by dragging nails softly on his hips and inner thighs. His mouth came gently ajar as you worked his cock.
Your tongue swirling definitely had woken him up. Sleepy and droopy eyes stared down at you to finally widen as you took him deeper. His chest heaved and his fist clenched ontop of his head. It was so mesmerizing to you how his body came out in natural poses worthy of a God, and of course you were all for the worship.
"Qué maravilla."
His breath hitched again as you focused on his tip, the squelching and sloshing noises your lips made his eyes close, relishing the moment. A genuine smile on his lips
"Wouldn't mind to be woken up like..." He choked and laughed softly, "Mierda... mi amor you're... you're so good."
"Hm?" Eyes fluttered at him, visual contact was one of his favorite things you'd learned through the years you've know him.
"Keep going, feels fucking good" He rasped as his hands rested ontop of your head, caressing softly your hair, but tensed as your mouth worked harder. Teeth grazed his skin, ever softly just enough to earn a shudder from him.
"A-Así. Justo así" (Just like that)
His hands took a hold of your hair, fisting it between his knuckles and guided your head at the pace you had picked up. Fingertips massaged your scalp as he continued bobbing your head. Your hands squeezed his hips.
"Por Dios, cariño..." He half laughed and half grunted as you took him deeper, throat muscles constricting around his moist cock. Eyes clenched for a second as his head was thrown back for a moment. His body in override.
"Show me what that mouth can do, mi amor."
His voice hoarse, full of that lust only you knew to spark in him.
Smirking you released him with a pop to immediately engulfing him again. The whole scenario reminded him the time you gave him a blowjob in his car, a couple of days after you had shared your first time together. You were so shameless and he was nervous that someone would catch you. That didn't stopped you from milking him and him teasing you afterwards.
"Yes..." He hissed while bucking his hips against your mouth, pushing a bit deeper into you. Jaw muscles relaxed, allowing him to have easier access to your throat. Your worship was slow but knew how to trigger his delicious reactions.
"Te voy a..." He choked at the last suck, "Te voy a coger bien bien, por andar jugando así conmigo" (I'll fuck you so damn good for toying with me like that)
Your ears perked up and you giggled, excitement growing as your bobbing and suckling turned sloppier and meaner. His shudering moans turned erratic as you guided him to his eventual peak
"Capaz y te hago otro chamaco de nuevo." (Might put a baby inside again)
His mouth gaped, his sharp cheeks flushed, chest heaved and muscles twitched. He groaned as you gagged him completely. Your name was hissed through gritted teeth as he came, he held your head in place; your nose nuzzled at his happy trail, making sure you'd take every drop of him.
He put a strand behind your ear, not letting that to stop you from kissing his tip again to then lick your lips clean while you swallowed with a satisfied smile.
"Yummy"
"Vente pa'ca" (C'mere)
You squealed as he pulled you towards him. Maybe it was time to go for the third O'Hara.
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