#mini fic

[blacksheepcolorfulskin]

Dallas Kent says something homophobic about Shane to the press so next game Ilya cross checks him right in the teeth. He gets fined $5,000.00 and the press asks him about why he pulled such a cheap shot. He replies, “As you said, was cheap. Only cost $5,000.00. I would have done it for 10. Great deal.”

[femdreamland]

Ilya making lunch for his kids: Healthy food cut into fun different shapes. A little sweet treat for balance. A note saying how much their dads love them 🩷

Ilya making lunch for his first daughter, Anya: Cooking her plain meat and rice and plating it in her fancy little bowl 🐶 (no canned dog food)

Ilya getting lunch for himself: Monster energy drink with one single McDonald hash brown and 3 M&Ms 🔥

[beyondknowingbeyondthestars]

Au where Shen Jiu is actually a plant baby and his parent had no idea he was ever created

Yue Qi finds little baby Shen Jiu and like no one can tell he's a plant baby it's not really something people can tell without going through cultivation techniques

So Shen Jiu's father yeah? It's Shen Yuan, a peak lord of Cang Qiong Mountian Sect, of the beast peak to be exact. Shen Yuan had absolutely no idea that he had at one point bled on a child bearing flower and made a child.

So imagine what would happen when Yue Qi gets to the sect. And he sees Shen Yuan.

Imagine Yue Qi absolutely hating him, because this is the man that abandoned his son for the wolves. But Yue Qi keeps being denied a sword and permission to leave the mountian. And he needs to get Shen Jiu out. So he goes to the beast peak and seeks out its lord.

Yue Qi finds Shen Yuan, and tells him he knows he abandoned his son once but to please, rescue his friend- To please help the son he abandoned, just once.

And Shen Yuan is so confused. Like, kiddo? I don't have a son?

But Yue Qi argues back that Shen Jiu looks just like Shen Yuan, down to every detail. And he's so sopping wet pathetic that Shen Yuan can't help but want to help this kid and his friend, so he agrees and swoops Yue Qi up in his arms onto his sword to fly off and use him as his compass.

Yue Qi is incredibly startled, being held kind of like a bewildered cat gets held by a small child, legs dangling "Can you put me down on the sword?" "And risk you falling off and your Shizun killing me? Not a chance, kiddo. Uppies."

They get to Qiu manor, and Qiu Jianluo is so incredibly fascinated by the man at his door that looks like his favorite toy. And even more so when he realizes he's a cultivator, so he brings him inside. Not because he's stupid, no. Because if this man is Xiao-Jiu's father, then he'd clearly sold him into slavery. Maybe he'd even like to see how well behaved a slave the brat became.

So Shen Jiu is brought out to serve tea, and he sees Yue Qi first, white as a sheet and terrified next to Shen Yuan. Then his gaze turns to Shen Yuan, and he drops the tray he'd been holding. Because it's like looking into a more mature reflection. He feels like his heart is going to stop.

And Qiu Jianluo makes a mistake. He decides he can punish Shen Jiu for breaking the tea set here, in front of Shen Yuan. He gets as far as getting his hand on his whip when Shen Yuan speaks.

"... I have a son.. You. Have my son. Why is my son a slave." Shen Yuan demands, his gaze turning both cold as frost, and hot with rage as he rises up and rests his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Qiu Jianluo doesn't live to see the next day. According to Shen Yuan, he was possessed and tried to kill him and his shijie's disciple. Yue Qi echos the same story if asked.

Shen Jiu is astounded- Qi-ge came back! He really came back-! He'd been giving up hope, and now he's here!

And.. His father... Is also here? He has one of those? His father just killed that monster unprovoked. His father was talking to him kindly, and offering him spare robes, and a meal, and-

"A home-? You- You want me to go to your home with you?"

"Of course I do-! I just found out I have a son, I missed enough of your life already yeah?" And it takes a bit more convincing than that but honestly Qi-ge is also at the sect so he can probably see what kind of man his father is... Though he's distrustful.

Eventually they have a kind of awkward father son thing going, and Shen Jiu goes to the official disciple selections, and is kidnapped by the Qing Jing peak lord. Shen Yuan is displeased by this, but his son seems intrigued so... Fine, fine, go go have fun.

And then Shen Jiu makes head disciple and gets his name

[frownyalfred]

“It’s barely even bruised.”

Bruce hmmed, still leaning against Tim’s doorjamb. Alfred, behind him, was giving even less away. There was a possibility he was in trouble. That possibility was growing less and less likely with every second of silence.

“It isn’t bruised yet,” Alfred corrected over Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s swollen.”

“It’s just going to stay swollen,” Tim said defensively. “Don’t freak out, okay? I’ll figure out a way to cover it up. I’ll borrow some of Steph’s makeup or something.”

“Freak out,” Bruce repeated, monotone. That was a bad sign.

“Please,” Tim begged. “It was a solo thing. You don’t need to — intervene.”

“Intervene?” Bruce’s eyebrows lifted, breaking the mask-like expression on his face.

“You always do that. You go behind my back and you just—” Tim trailed off, exasperated. “Intervene!”

“I’m not intervening,” Bruce rebutted. He turned to look at Alfred over his shoulder. “Am I intervening?”

“Certainly not, sir.”

“Do I plan to intervene, Alfred?”

Something charged passed between the two men, unspoken. Alfred cleared his throat. “That would be ludicrous, sir.”

“See?” Bruce turned back to Tim. “I’m not intervening.”

Alfred inclined his head. “With that settled…”

Tim’s eyes narrowed, watching the butler depart down the hallway. “What was that look?”

“What look?” Bruce asked innocently.

“That look you just gave Alfred.”

“I didn’t give Alfred a look.” Bruce’s eyebrows twitched. “I barely even glanced at him.”

Tim pressed his lips together, frustrated. “So where is Alfred going?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” Bruce said, shoulders rising and falling.

“Of course you can.”

“I haven’t the foggiest.”

“Bruce.”

“You asked me not to intervene. This is me — not intervening.”

“Bruce.”

[blueangelbby]

ahem (here you go @laceoddity )

Jack's talkative when they fuck.

More so than the average person. Insanely so. Dennis has never really been a vocal person in life, let alone in bed, and he can't compete with Jack's mouth.

In more ways than one.

The man had waltzed into Robby's house like he owned the place and like it only made sense for Dennis to be there. As if the natural progression was supposed to go from favorite med student to favorite intern to house-sitter to the person Jack was fucking in Robby's bed.

Really, Dennis thinks as Jack pushes him down into the bed that first night, they could fuck anywhere but the bed. The guest room, the living room, the kitchen. Dennis wasn't picky. Needy, but not picky.

But there was something about the bedroom that Jack clearly liked so who the hell was he to say no?

He should've said no.

Because Robby is everywhere in this room. His smell is still buried in the sheets, there's still some dirty laundry and kicked off shoes, some books that have dogeared pages. Everything about it is an overwhelming reminder of the man who he's doing a favor for.

Maybe he should've asked Robby if part of housesitting for him included letting Jack fuck him. If there was supposed to be a list of instructions, maybe rule 17 could include:

Jack will come over for a fuck. This can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours. Just let him use you and thank him when he's done.

Dennis does his best to mind his manners and thank Dr. Abbot when he's done.

Especially because Dennis can't get anything beyond a moan or a gasp out when they are tangled up in bed. When Jack sticks his ankles on his shoulders and drills into him. When he yanks Dennis up and down on his cock, the illusion of control, letting Dennis pretend he's truly riding him and not just being played with.

But it's fine, because Jack talks enough for both of them.

"Figured you'd be an easy lay," Jack said that first night, sliding into Dennis like he'd done it a million times before. "You've got that cute little puppy dog look on you. So eager to please."

Dennis tried to tell him to fuck off but the only words that came out were harder, harder, I can take it, please-

"Heard you did good at work today," Jack told him like he wasn't fucking Dennis's throat to the point of tears. "Gotta stay on your game if you still want Robby to like you when he gets back."

"Stop running from it," he snapped, yanking Dennis back with an iron grip on his hips. "You stay still and let me use you or I won't let you come tonight or tomorrow."

Tonight's no different except for one small detail.

Robby called right as Jack was fucking Dennis with his fingers.

It had been so long Dennis thought he was going insane. The shower he'd taken when he'd gotten to the house was irrelevant with the new sheen of sweat across his body. Jack likes to talk and he likes to play. Play, torture, same thing.

He'd narrated how greedy Dennis's hole was, how desperate it was just like the rest of him when the phone had started buzzing on the nightstand.

Jack hadn't faltered. Still knuckle deep in Dennis, he'd reached for the phone and accepted the phone call. "What state are you in now, brother?"

Dennis had turned to look at him half shocked but had to bury his head back into the sheets when Jack kept his steady pace. He tried to tune out the phone call and just focus on the way that Jack was making his whole body shiver with pleasure. He didn't need to think about the fact that he was getting finger fucked in his boss's bed by his boss's best friend. That was humiliation enough for weeks.

Or years, since this was Jack.

"Yeah, I've seen the kid. He looks good. I think he's throughly enjoying the amenities of your place."

Jack just grinned at the pure shock on Dennis's face. "Yup, all rested up and well fed. Would think the kid's getting his dick wet with the pep in his step."

Dennis tried and failed to kick at Jack for the comment. In turn, Jack curled his fingers just so and Dennis had to bite down on his forearm to keep from moaning at the pressure.

"Oh, I'm sure he's very grateful. He's the please and thank you type."

They ended the call soon after and Jack tossed his phone without a care back somewhere on the bed. "What? Don't want to hear about how good you look?"

"Not when-Jesus-you're fucking-shit-doing this," Dennis groaned. Jack pulled his fingers out only to teasingly line the tip of his cock up against Dennis's ass.

"You better get over this whole shy thing, kid. You think I talk a lot? Robby talks and he's nice. The real romantic type to tell you how pretty you look and sound."

Dennis did not need to hear about how his other boss is vocal in bed. He needed Jack to fuck him and he tried to push back against his cock in order to entice him. All that got him was a sharp click of the tongue and a smack on the ass.

"He doesn't like greedy little sluts though. He'll make you mind your manners." He leaned down until his mouth was right next to Dennis's ear. "Wanna practice?"

"Please," Dennis whispered, face turning warm.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me?"

"There we go," Jack praised and he pushed into Dennis so harshly his toes curled. He slid halfway out before slamming his hips back in and Dennis moaned, hands curling into the bedsheets.

"That's what Robby wants to hear. And he likes pretty sounds. Doesn't like it when you hold back."

His thrusts were slow, but deep enough to fucking punch the breath out of Dennis. A damn near squeal came out of his mouth and he could hear the way Jack grinned from it.

"Yeah, kid, just like that. Don't hold back, that just pisses him off."

Dennis tried to tune him out again, but Jack's nails dug into his hips, talking over the sound of skin slapping skin. "He likes a crier too. Which is easy for you. Hard not to cry with the fucking size of his cock. Heavy fucking thing."

He should tell Jack to shut the fuck up. He should stop listening to him.

Instead, he gasped, "Tell me more. More. Please."

Jack's pace increased, and his words never faltered. "He likes to watch your face. He'll have-ah- you on your back for hours. Says he wants to have-fuck, Dennis- something to remember in the morning. Still teaching you things, even in bed. He'll teach you how to take him, don't worry."

All Dennis can only cling to is the way that Jack's dick is making him feel and his fucking words. His vision going blurry from being moved and the way the nerves in his body seem to be ablaze.

"You'll feel him for days after. Gonna-shit-gonna limp around the fucking ER. Everyone will know, which is what he wants. He's possessive. Jealous like that."

Dennis groaned, moving back to expose more of himself to Jack. The man managed to reach underneath his hips and just barely graze his finger along Dennis's swollen cock.

"He's got some big fucking plans for you. Told me-yeah baby squeeze me like that-told me to spend my time getting you nice and trained for him. Wants a perfect little pet when he gets back. Something pretty to play with."

Jack squeezed his dick firmly and Dennis whined, turning his head slightly to look back pleadingly.

In response, Jack took his hand, grabbing the back of Dennis's head, and shoved his face back into the sheets below him.

Robby's scent filled his nose, his senses, and even if Jack was the one fucking him, it was almost like Robby was there too.

"Go ahead," Jack teased. "Take a whiff. Maybe you can find a cumstain somewhere down there. Get a little taste of what you really want."

Dennis came so hard his vision whitened out. Jack's lucky his hold was so firm on his hips as he slumped forward, clenching tightly. The swearing behind him barely audible from the waves in his ears. He could feel the heat and thickness of Jack's cum filling him and briefly wondered if Robby's will feel the same.

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian: Father! Father!

Bruce (while typing on the Batcomputer): What is it?

Damian: Tim's baba... never hugged him... isn't that sad?

Damian pretended to sniffle as if this were true information he was saying. Tim looked around, nearly dropping his phone.

Tim (shouting): What?!

Bruce: I'm not sure what his relationship was with Jack, but I'm pretty sure he has hugged him.

Tim: Pretty sure? He has! Before he died, I hugged him.

Damian: Your hug is what killed him! I knew it!

Tim (tempted): Do you want me to throttle you until your eyes pop out of your big head?

Damian: Try it, orphan!

Tim (ready for the charges): As Duke says, say less! Say less!

Dick ran over and restrained Tim, holding him back by his waist before Tim could enact attempted murder on the young Damian. Bruce let out an exhausted dad sigh, his shoulders slumped.

He paused his work, stood up, and grabbed Damian, carrying him over to the Batcomputer.

Bruce: Stand here, watch me work, and stop insulting your brother.

Damian: But his anger is funny to me.

Bruce: I don't know what to say to that. Dick, you got anything?

Dick: I can understand that enjoyment, but Tim isn't the one right now! Tim, relax!

Tim: Let me punch him in the soft spot of his head at least!

Dick: We're not doing that. Remember your coping skills. He's a kid, they love trolling adults.

Tim: I'm about to show him what can happen when you piss of the wrong one!

[minjaei]

Zoey & Mira finding out about Sussie and Derpy.

Zoey: …Okay i have an idea—

Mira: I already don’t like where this is going.

Zoey: —WHY is there a tiger in our living room?!

Mira: WHAT.

Rumi: Everyone relax. This is Derpy.

Zoey: RUMI. THAT IS A WHOLE TIGER.

Derpy: **knocks over a vase, then carefully fixes it**

Zoey: …OH MY GOD IT’S POLITE! CUTE!!

Mira: …I hate that it’s cleaner than us.

Zoey: I would die for him now.

Mira: ...is that a bird wearing a hat...?

Zoey: WHY DOES THE BIRD HAVE SIX EYES.

Rumi: Oh that’s Sussie. It's a magpie.

Zoey: That bird just stole my hair clip!!

Mira: Yeah, that checks out.

Zoey: IT LOOKED ME IN THE EYE WHILE DOING IT.

Sussie: **perches on the shelf, preening smugly**

Zoey: OH MY GOD IT’S PROUD.

Rumi: Don’t encourage it.

Zoey: I’M NOT. I’M OBSERVING A CRIMINAL.

[part 2][Bonus 1]