hello :D i hope this request finds you well, I was wondering if you could write a jabber x fem reader where reader is kind of serious all the time and doesn't like to entertain him but while jabber and reader are fucking, jabber is saying some freaky shit and he can feel reader keep clenching around him when he talks to them like that while he's just pussy drunk and he's just like "oh so you DO like that" if you decide not to write this request, feel free to ignore!
warnings. 18+, mdni. dirty talk. biting. backshots. fem reader. unedited + unproofread. spitting. brief anal play. nothing 2 crazy but lmk if i need 2 add anything.
an. omfg love ur mind god bless + ignore typo’s im running on demo mode apparently ok
You don’t even look at him, never spare him a second glance and that’s the funny part. Always the same: shoulders squared, jaw locked, eyes forward like he’s part of the wallpaper instead of six feet of trouble orbiting you, always wanting something from you. He loves it. Lives for the way you act like he’s inconsequential. Like he’s just static in the room.
That whole façade slips when he pushes in, forcing your pussy to open around him inch by inch. You feel the weight of him settle low in your belly, a heavy drag that ends with the blunt crown of his cock kissing your cervix. The pressure makes your thighs tremble before you manage to stop them, it’s minuscule and barely there. But to him it’s loud.
“Wanted to feel you twitch on me again…” he slurs against your neck. His tongue drags down the column of your throat, leaving a wet streak to your collarbone. He breathes you in, nose pressing into your skin, scenting you. “Been fuckin’ starving for it.”
You hum, noncommittal. The kind of sound people make when they’re bored during a phone call. But your breath slips, just slightly, when he shifts inside you. Then your walls, those soft, wet muscles grip down on him before your mind catches up. Unfortunately, You can’t mask everything.
He feels it immediately and his hips pause, a sharp inhale rattles out of him, he laughs under his breath like he’s won something. Your back arches when he ruts up, slow grind that drags the thickest part of his cock right through your soft, gummy wall. He hits that petal-slick spot and your pussy goes hot and embarrassingly wet around him, slick gooey noises picking up under the shadows of your breaths.
And that’s when he giggles. Half-delirious, half-creepy giggle he gets when his brains melted, pupils blown, rhythm falling apart.
“Thought you weren’t entertainin’ me,” he says, grin tilted, pushing deeper but keeping the pace teasing-slow. His jaw flexes. “So, why’s your pussy beggin’ like this?”
You clamp around him again, your body sucking him in like he belongs there. Shame hits you hot and sudden, warmth creeping across your cheeks as you push your face into the pillow, as if hiding will make it less obvious. “That did it for you?” he whispers, his mouth dragging along your jaw. His lips are hot, wet, a little desperate. “You like when I talk to you like that?” His teeth scrape your skin.
“Figures,” he murmurs, voice cracking faintly. “All that attitude just to hide you’re a fuckin’ mess for me.” Your silence pisses him off in that way where he only gets more turned on. Large hands grab the plush fat of your ass and spread you open wide. Your skin pulls tight under his fingers, the stretch exposing how swollen, puffy and wet you are around him. You feel the cool air hit the slick mess around his cock before he spits, thick, warm, onto your asshole.
It trickles down, slow and filthy, and then he pushes his thumb inside. A wet pop, your rim giving way around the intrusion. Your whole body jolts. Both your holes tighten at once, reacting before you think. A thick, messy ring of cream coats the base of his cock now, sticking to his skin in streaks every time he pulls back a fraction. It drips down his shaft, down his balls, and onto the sheets, spreading into a faint damp patch under your hips.
“Both your holes…” he groans, voice strangled. “Squeezin’ me like you wanna milk me. Like you’re hungry for it—fuck—” Your hips twitch and he feels it like you screamed. His breath stutters.
His thrusts go messy for a second. “Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades, sweat catching on your skin. “Gonna cum just from me talkin’? Bet you’d cream on my cock the second I tell ya you’re mine.” His voice drops, “That what gets you wet?” he whispers. “Gettin’ fucked open ‘n knowin’ how I lose it over you?”
Your breath stumbles and you whine, your entire body trembling in his hold. He’s gone, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, lips splitting into a lazy, toothy smirk against your skin. “Oh,” he exhales, voice shaking, “so you do like that.”
thoughts on whumper pressing down on whumpee and breathing in their ear "how can you pretend not to love this with those sweet noises you're making?" but the sweet noises are very obviously whumpee crying out and whimpering in pain as whumper takes their broken body way too hard and way too fast?
cheers
Whumpee couldn't breathe.
It wasn't just the weight of Whumper crashing down on them again and again, or the pain radiating from between their legs that seemed to seize up their entire body.
No. Even worse was the humiliation, hot and choking, from the sounds. Whumper's groans and grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin, too fast, too rough. And the noises somehow, impossibly, coming from Whumpee's own mouth, torn from their throat like an act of violence in itself.
"No -- ah -- please -- I - I can't --"
"Ahhh." Whumper leaned down, and their voice in Whumpee's ear was like another form of suffocation. "How can you pretend not to love this with those sweet noises you're making?"
"PLEASE" Whumpee's voice came out as wail, desperate and uncontrolled. "No -- you're too -- god, please....."
Their voice broke into sobs, breath quickening and stuttering in time with Whumper's brutal thrusts.
Whumper just chuckled, not easing up whatsoever. "That's it. Just like that. Let's see how loud you can get."
showing pastors son!art your pussy for the first time and giving him full reign to touch and explore you however he likes and he ends up coming in his pants 🩶
cw : corruption, coming in pants, subby!art (18+)
he’s incredibly sheltered, grew up that way, so when you’re spreading your bare legs for him for the first time he’s just knelt down between them and staring with his mouth hung open. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. he doesn’t even really have a good idea where the clit is—only knows that it’s supposed to feel good when it’s rubbed and played with.
“just touch me and see what happens,” you shrug, a hand going down to teasingly caress his flushed cheek, “you’ll figure it out.”
art swallows like he’s trying to force down an embarrassing sound, and then he’s scooting forward. his right hand comes up and he hesitates before running his fingertips lightly over your folds. your hips twitch slightly in response, and this spurs him on. his bright blues glued to the sticky wetness glossing your cunt. it looks like a flower spread open, dew glistening on all of the petals.
“you’re all wet.”
he says it so matter-of-factly that it makes you laugh. everything he does just reeks of sickeningly sweet innocence.
you nod and lean back, “yeah, you’re making me this way…”
and god, he doesn’t even try to stifle the moan that’s pushed from his chest. he just leans in closer and slides his index finger up through your folds until he reaches a gummy bud at the very top.
as soon as he touches you there, you let out a low groan and buck up into the feeling.
Oh..
Oh.
now he really gets it.
he feels like he just unlocked the most elusive secret in the universe. he looks up to your face and then right back down to your twitching bundle of nerves, biting down on his lip nervously as he begins to rub circles into it the way he’s seen it done in porn (he’s only watched one video his whole life thus far.. he felt guilty for a month straight afterwards.)
“ohh, fuck yeah,” you breathe out raggedly, “just like that.. you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”
and he’s so caught up in your words, your sounds, your pussy, that he doesn’t even realize he’s about to orgasm. right then and there. right in front of you. he doesn’t have the time to process the fact that he’s hard, let alone the fact that he’s close, before he’s jerking forward with a sharp gasp and choking on a whimper that follows suit.
“aaangh- oh—..!”
he’s rushing to grab your legs for some sense of groundedness; squirting a heavy load into his boxer briefs, pulse after pulse of the warmth flooding his clothes. you just chuckle lowly and stroke his hair as he rides it out.
“s… s-sorry, i’m sorry… did you come too?” he asks, as cute as ever. like a puppy.
you look over his lidded gaze, his parted lips, his heaving chest. and you smile.
I don't know if you get a request, but I still want to make a request. Can you write an article about being a parent with Bsd men? (Dazai, fyodor, chuuya etc.)
A/N || Thank you for sending this request anon! Also...i interpreted your ask this way but if its not what you wanted lemme know! Nonetheless i hope you like it
━ BSD AS PARENTS
[♡] chuuya always did the girls’ hair, especially whenever they went out. he wouldn’t even let you put a clip. no, nope, never. it had to be him who got to decorate his two pretty little angels’ hairs. before he left for work, he would softly comb their hair and part them into halves, cracking jokes and making them laugh in the meantime. then, he would take two hair ties with cute designs on them, some with butterflies, some with flowers and some with bows on them and tie their hair up in pigtails. and then he would clip equally cute and tiny clips onto their hair. though after they came back from playschool half of the accessories would be missing, some in their bag if the teacher found them, some gone forever. but that didn’t stop your husband from ever doing their hair. chuuya would take even longer to style out their hair if the four of you were going out somewhere till the point that even you would be done dressing up and you would just come and sit beside him and the girls, watching him contentedly as he did one of your daughters’ hair. you always felt your heart swell up with pride whenever this scene unfolded; one girl beside him playing with his sleeves, another on his lap laughing at whatever he had just said, all the while he did her hair, looking at them with so much love and adoration. it was at times like these when you realised that you had fallen in love with the right man.
[♡] you regularly woke up to jouno and the boys sneakily eating ice cream late at night. it was almost becoming a routine, much to your annoyance and amusement. it started a few months ago when you woke up to use the bathroom and got up slowly so as to not wake jouno up but when you turned to look at him, you found the bed empty. for a second panicked gripped you, because where the hell did your husband disappear in the middle of the night? suddenly you heard a giggle come from the kitchen, immediately followed by a ‘shush!’, and you raised an eyebrow, wondering what the three of them were doing in the kitchen at this late hour. quietly, you crept towards the kitchen, and peeped in, nearly letting out an angry gasp at the sight that unfolded in front of you. jouno stood in front of the island with your two boys sitting on it, three of them with a bowl of ice cream in their hands. “don’t tell mom, okay?” jouno whispered with a smile, eliciting another giggle from them. you were about to barge in and scold your husband for letting them have ice creams so late at night, except jouno turned his head slightly to your direction and smiled, indicating that he had seen you. you huffed, rolling your eyes a little before storming back to bed. slowly, this became an everyday event but the more and more you observed them from the dark, the more you found your annoyance turning into amusement. sure you were still worried that the kids might catch cold but it warmed your heart so much to see them enjoying with their father. so you let them be, knowing that jouno always posed as the more stricter parent so they needed some special bonding time.
[♡] every sunday night was fortress night, according to dazai. it all started when your son complained that cartoon nights were for children, and your daughter too quickly jumped into the argument claiming that the four of you should be doing more fun stuff instead. you were very confused, wondering if this was a new mischief they had learnt from their play school. but luckily, your husband came to the rescue. he suddenly claimed that he too, was feeling boredom, and that the kids had announced this just in time for the ‘surprise mommy and daddy prepared' for them. you too smiled and clapped along, pretending that you were completely aware of the situation. you trusted dazai as he walked into the bedroom and came out with all the pillows and mattresses you owned, dumping them into the living room. then, as if on a cue, lightning struck outside causing your son to scream, and dazai grabbed your daughter and pushed her into the heap of soft mattresses, scrambling around to rearrange everything. “quick!” he said to you and your son, “we need to prepare our defenses before the fortress collapses!”. and the kids seem to have thought he was serious because they immediately jumped into the game, putting up pillows and what not. you watched them work hard in amusement, dazai impersonating a general as your children laughed and set up the ‘barrier’ and you found yourself smiling at them before joining in. finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughing and stacking pillows and mattresses up (you weren’t even counting the sudden random pillow fight dazai initiated after he ‘accidentally’ hit you), the four of you were snuggled close to each other inside the pillow fortress, laughing as the rain poured outside heavily. “we should do this every sunday!” dazai laughed, lacing your hand in his as he wrapped another arm around the kids. you smiled back at him, giving his hand a squeeze. “yes, we should.”
[♡] tecchou loved working out with your son. and it was a cute sight to behold. well… most of the time it was. usually you would just walk in to your son standing on your husband’s back as he did push ups, pretending to be ‘running mountains’ for your son. but then one day, you walked in to him holding your son in his arms (well, not exactly arms but rather forearms) and using him… as a weight for bicep curls. you opened your mouth to scold tecchou in case the child got hurt but you stopped when you heard your son giggle in delight, asking his father to go even faster. to this tecchou just laughed, saying that if he went any faster, he would fly off daddy’s arms and get hurt. you nearly snorted at that excuse when you remembered how tecchou used to toss your son into the air, causing shrieks of laughter and horror, one from your baby and one from you. but he always caught him in the end no matter what so you knew that even if there was a possibility that he slipped off tecchou’s arms, he would grab him. tecchou would never let any harm come to both of your precious son. he was the gentlest and most caring soul to exist and at times you were proud to call him your husband. you loved how much time he always kept for your child through these workout sessions, even after a long day of work. even if tecchou would complain about being tired, if your son came scrambling into the room asking if he could ‘accompany daddy when he runs on the treadmill’, tecchou would always readily say yes. and such scenes made you fall in love ith him even more.
[♡] nikolai and your daughter loved drawing on the walls, much to your dismay. you just couldn’t understand them, understand what joy they got from drawing on the walls. and it wasn’t like they were painting murals or something artistic. no! they were scribbling on the walls with crayons, both of them laughing deviously as they continued drawing. at first when you and nikolai discovered your little daughter scribbling away a castle, a princess with a sword and a dragon, you expected nikolai to step up and explain her why it wasn’t good habit to draw on the wall but instead, he picked up a crayon and drew a hill under the caste. and then you stared in horror as the two of them continued with their art piece. but no amount of scolding nikolai in private would change him. he confessed that he just wanted her to grow up without any guilt and good memories and that he would soon paint the walls. you offered them sheets of paper but both of them were still fixated on the wall. and then you gave up. nikolai did paint the walls… only for them to draw again. by now you had given up trying to tell them off, instead resorting to watching them work on their ‘masterpieces’, finding yourself laughing at the small jokes they sometimes cracked. and it swelled your heart to see how serious your daughter was, (now also beginning to draw on sheets with a rather concentrated look on her face). maybe nikolai was right. it was the memories that mattered.
[♡] the kids and fyodor regularly surprised you after work. work was always tiring and draining, you were at a higher position and there was the endless demands of people to be met each day. and honestly, you would have broken down long ago if it wasn’t for your husband and your kids. every single day, right when your work was done for the day, fyodor would show up with kids in front of your office, either with a bouquet of flowers or with some treats he and the kids made together. and seeing his smiling face and their laughing faces would remove all the tiredness you had felt after the long day. it first started out the day after you complained to fyodor and the kids that you were in no mood to have dinner together; you were having a splitting headache and your legs hurt, and all you wanted to do was just to be left alone and rest. at the end of your work the next day, just as you were about to get up equally tired and exhausted, you heard a familiar voice yell ‘mommy!’ and to your shock you found fyodor and your lovely son and daughter walking into your office room with your favourite chocolates. and soon it became an everyday thing, till the point you were looking forward to it. every evening that you drove back home with your family made you look forward to the next day at work.
[♡] kunikida loved baking with his son, no matter how terrible the outcome was. he wasn’t a great cook. nor a great baker. but unfortunately, you were worse. so when your son came up to the two of you and asked if he could start baking because it was something that seemed to interest him (well you were just glad he was using his screen time to search up baking videos), kunikida couldn't say no. but he didn’t know a single thing about baking so he took it upon himself to study all the baking books he could get his hands on and watching as many baking guide 101 videos as he could till the day the two of them actually started baking. and the first cake was… well, more of a biscuit than a cake. but nonetheless you applauded them for the efforts (though your stomach later paid the price). but in both of your eyes it wasn’t the end result that was important. if anything, your son enjoyed the whole process, laughing the whole time and explaining ‘scientific’ reasons for each step to your husband, as you overheard them from the living room. kunikida too seemed to be enjoying it. despite his obsession over being a perfectionist, this seemed to be the first time he ever let it go. and then it became a common occasion for the two of them to bake, the goodies becoming slightly better with each try. you weren’t going to interrupt them. not when your husband and your son looked like they were having the time of their lives while accidentally getting into a flour fights.
[♡] your daughter and ranpo would stay stuck in a place forever, until the puzzle was solved. you had seen this coming from miles away. from the day you and your husband started reading bedtime stories to your daughter, he would try sneaking in small, easy puzzles into them, helping her solve them too. at first you were worried that it was a bit too much for her as you would always see her looking up quizzically at her father and not willing to go to sleep until he explained it to her. but as the days went by, you saw how much she waited for these puzzles so you didn’t nag ranpo about it much. but now, that she was a bit more grown, the puzzles’ complexity became more, causing her and ranpo to stay up late at night at times, even if it was a school night. and worse was when you all would go to the mall and the two of them would enter the bookstore, pick a random sherlock holmes or agatha christie book and try to solve it before. you would probably end up roaming the entire mall by then and still come back and find them huddled together at the bookstore. and at times, that maddened you a lot considering how you hated walking around the mall alone but when you saw how dedicatedly they both were on to this task, you immediately forgave them. because there was no sight more cuter than your husband and daughter scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper as they pretended to be sherlock holmes and miss maples.
[♡] tanizaki was always the canvas for your daughter’s makeup trials. well you supposed you were partially to be blamed for it. you would always put on makeup with her beside you so it was only natural that she too got interested in makeup. she then demanded to have some of yours but since you couldn’t, you gave her some sketch pens and a makeup remover and asked her to try it on her dolls as practice. but little did you know that she would listen to you only half, deciding to use her unsuspecting daddy who was now asleep as a test subject. when tanizaki woke to the giggling girl beside him, he was immediately suspicious of the red sketch pen in her hand and the weird cool feeling on his face. so he reached out for the mirror beside him and… the scream that should have left him would have brought the roof down so instead he just gasped happily and asked her if she was the one who did his makeup. and that was his mistake in deciding to indulge her. because now regularly he would get invited to her ‘parlour’ and would have to sit through hours of sketch pen transformation in the name of makeup. and while it was an hour of you scrubbing his face to get the sketch pen off he didn’t mind if it meant he got to see his girl laughing and having fun.
It's giving feel-good beach episode, let poor Baelor take a moment to breathe. I think we'll have the whole fam visiting Dorne some time in the distant future—well after the Trial of Seven. Maybe everyone gathering back together a few years later. King Baelor and both sons, plus Maekar brings the tolerable children.
And a lil snippet:
The heat is scorching—it would have been beyond intolerable with his typical garb, so Baelor is grateful that both he and his brother knew what to expect of their visit. And despite the slight discomfort, he is calmed by the weight of the sun against his skin. The same cannot be said for the member of the Kingsguard beside him.
Dunk has an odd look at his face, nose slightly scrunched up as he trails behind the King at nearly a half-pace. If he wasn't watching so closely, the taller man might have been trampling all over his feet.
"At peace, Ser Duncan," Baelor soothes, pausing to press a hand against the knight's chest. Dunk stares down at him for a beat before he forces his expression to relax; he makes no move to step away from the familiar touch.
"It's strange to be out of my armor," Dunk huffs back, catching himself only a moment later. "Your Grace. I don't know what you mean to do here."
"I do hope you find yourself capable of resting for a few hours," the king replies, eyeing him seriously in that way he does to ensure that Dunk is listening to him. "You are not required to guard me at present, ser. Seek out my nephew. I'm certain he will also enjoy your company for the time we're here."
Dunk glances back in the direction of Maekar and his brood; even he cannot miss the gangly boy peering back at him from around his father's broad form. He exhales, lips pursed. "An order, Your Grace?"
"None of that," Baelor quips, allowing his hand to rest on Dunk's cheek for the briefest of moments. "Off you go, my knight. I'll return to you before too long."
here are some more asks i'm replying to in a bulk about phineas and ferb reader!!
my favorite part in dc. vs vampires is when reader comes together with damian and damian to build a silly machine that un-vampifies people in like half a day so they can defeat the vampire king. it is canon.
@amethystjellyfish
perry really is reader's number #1 stan. they're his family, reader's had him since he was a small platypus baby!
he does his best to keep reader safe, which is why he doesn't like the batfam much. he keeps it professional on the rare occasions they go on missions together, but that's it. he hates how dismissive of reader they are in the beginning, and he hates them later on when they star showering them with attention because they found out about their inventions.
not tired, anon! i love seeing people enjoy my concepts and interact with them!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
and i'm sure this has happened. more than once, actually. the power of coincidence is strong with reader. the life-saving laser beam comes from a situation involving reader's latest machine they built and tested with the help of jon.
unfortunately, one of his lasers richochets on the machine during testing, not only causing it to save batfamily's life, caught in a dangerous situation in a completely different location, but also destroys the machine so there's nothing to link it to reader.
ah, well. they'll just have to keep looking.
reader, seeing them run past her: oh! there's perry :)
i love how we have established tim is terrified of this platypus. nevermind the other pets in the manor, it's the platypus with its googly eyes that drives him insane. they don't get it, he got up to drink water at 3 a.m. and the thing was just there, looking at him. menacingly.
jason would though. meanwhile, perry is wishing he could just go back to metropolis. he didn't have to deal with reader's siblings in metropolis. he doesn't get enough hazard pay for this.
hm... good question!
i like to think that, much like with phineas and ferb, luck is on reader's side most of the time, so i don't see reader getting injured by their own inventions.
but, let's suppose they do: it's a nice sunday afternoon, the batfam has decided to gather around the living room and hang out, watch a movie, lots of popcorn and soda. they don't have to think about criminals or fighting, tim and damian are bickering, jason is around, peace reigns the manor.
until they hear an explosion. they run to the garage only to find reader on the floor, unconscious, bleeding, and an assortment of destroyed metal components to a machine they can't decipher. damian doesn't even feel good about reader finally being busted.
later, when reader is back home, awake and out of risk but with a bandage around their head and their leg in a cast, they're in for the biggest (and probably first) scolding of their entire lives. reader tries to play it off. it wasn't that big of a deal, they're fine, aren't they? and they're genuinely optimistic about it. but the entire family is talking over each other at first, until bruce signals for everyone to shut up and leave the room. he has a very serious talk with reader, and makes it very clear they're not to come near a toolbox ever again.
but he understands. it's partly his fault for not being attentive. he won't make that mistake again.
ofc reader is really upset. dick comes next, then stephanie, then cass, then duke, then barbara and they all try to convince reader in a much more amiable tone that hey, it's fine. who needs to do all that whacky stuff to have fun? just hang out with us. they can get another hobby, and this time they can make it a family thing! how's that sound? not fun? don't be like that... they're sure reader will come around.
tim is pretty much the only one who congratulates them for being awesome pulling all those stunts, one per day, it's impressive. but now it's time to step back a bit. who knows? try being careful and bruce will let you work with a welding tool again. one day. maybe.
damian and jason's reactions are more similar to bruce's. in other circumstances, damian is on reader's side and helps them sneak around to continue their shenanigans, but in the case of reader getting hurt he just wants them to not do that. any of that. ever again. and jason has to hold himself back not to snap and ask them what the hell were they thinking?! they could have died! he ends up just telling them to quit it. they're just a kid who shouldn't be messing around with that sort of stuff.
anon, i wouldn't go as far as say he'd use venom against them, but he's bit batfam before. as stated, he does not dig their vibe at all!
anon, that's a great idea! though i think p&f! reader is much too motivated by the creative process and experience that their inventions bring more than just willing them to come to life.
they have the power to create whatever they want, but what's the fun of it? what about hte process? the building? the friends they make along the way? the memories? i think reader would find the ring awesome at first, but the novelty would wear of in less than a week.
anon...
because i dig the idea of reader being friends with dipper and mabel. reader talks about their crazy inventions, and loves hearing about all the cryptids they came across during vacation.
reader invites the twins to the manor, they share their most recent summer memories. reader talks about that one time they built and drove a massive monster truck with their brother damian, but jason only comes into the room in time to hear about dipper and mable talk about the weirdmaggedon. he has several question marks around his head. aren't those kids a a little too old to be making shit up? or maybe... no, there's no way. or is there? no... he would have heard about this... but weirder things have happened. but what if...
@randomlyappearingartist
you are so right. to be honest, i don't even think the batfam would even know of his existence, since he's pretty much a very minor villain acting in metropolis. after perry joins the league, or in the rare occasion of dr. doof teaming up with another minor gotham villian like condiment man, is when they get to know he exists.
and since perry seems to have him under control, they don't even acknowledge the guy.
i love love love this sm!
they assume it's just flash mobs. it's got to be. flash mobs with really weird themes, like an entire musical number dedicated to the squirrels in damian's pants. that was strange. bruce patrolling in the middle of the night and this new crime lord just burst into a song with a band and hired back dancers, because it's apparently a new trend a minor villain in metropolis started.
and what about that one time dick took damian (and reader) to the library and some guy just started singing about how he doesn't have rhythm? and damian just started playing a trumpet? and reader started singing? i mean, it was a bop and he started dancing, but it was weird anyway.
but now i'm thinking of damian and reader singing the "summer" song together (he sings the "it's noticeably warmer" and that's it) though! wholesome.
@lazyandannoyng
not annoying at all! you're good ⸜(˙꒳˙ )
i have this little idea in my head that reader doesn't take the wayne name when find out bruce is their dad and move to gotham, and bruce is pretty secretive about this new kid of his for purely privacy and safety reasons. so when reader does their networking, it's often not obvious they're a wayne. not sure if this will make it into the fic, but it really resonates with this concept!
it's also funny to think that a lot of people don't even know reader and the waynes are related. even if they do know reader is related to the batfam, nobody really talks about them by name (just "your sibling"), and all of those little details like never asking about where the gloves came from (because why would he) or the misunderstandings where one party means one thing and the other assumes it's another (dick has many siblings! too many!) just end up helping reader not get caught. and i just think that's neat.
