I know that the idea that Jim didn't pardon Ed and Os, only Barbara and Lee is a very common one and very in character, but I personally headcanon that it went something like this:
Jim: "Alright, since both of you have helped defend this city, I'm giving you a pardon for your past crimes. Don't make me regret my decision."
Oswald: "Don't worry, old friend! Ed and I are new men! We have turned a new leaf! Our future is one of legality and law! We will make you proud, Jim. Just you wait and see!"
Ed: "Yup. No more crimes for the Riddler and the Penguin."
Jim, sighing: "Fine. I'm trusting you two." *leaves the room*
Ed, immediately after: "Wanna go rob a bank?"
Oswald: "You read my mind!"
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Holy hell Becca! Subby dbf!bucky is doing things to me 😮💨 do you think he’d be into pegging?
Oh HELL yes, I feel like he'd looove pegging and I think it might not be something he'd ever had the confidence to ask a partner for before now?
And maybe he's a little bit anxious asking for it but he has absolutely no need to be. Not when he sees how your eyes light up at the suggestion. You go shopping together, picking out everything you'll need, talking through the size he thinks he'd be comfortable with and it's exciting that he doesn't just pick the smallest one.
But when it comes to actually pegging him, you're a little surprised by how quickly he wants things to progress. One of your fingers inside him feels so good, he's desperate to know what two is like. "Oh fuck baby, that's so good. Gimme another one." He grunts, getting so lost in the unfamiliar sensation.
You pull back out slowly, lining a second, lubed up finger beside the first before sliding them both into him and the way he takes them is mesmerising. He lets out a long, continuous groan at the stretch, whimpering when he feels you get to the second knuckle and then as deep as your fingers will allow.
"Is that okay?" You question softly, noticing he hasn't opened his eyes in a few minutes.
"Okay? It's fuckin' magic, princess. It's taking everything in me not to fuck myself on your fingers." He's breathless and oh, it's far too hot.
"What are you waiting for, Buck? If you want my fingers, you're gonna have to work yourself on them." You curl them just a little inside him, hearing him hiss in delight.
"I'm waiting for your cock, love. I don't want to lose my cool before I've got it because if I start to fuck your fingers, I won't be able to stop." That hits you harder than you expected, arousal making your gut tighten.
There's nothing in you that wants to deprive him of your cock. Nothing at all. Once the straps are tight around your hips and thighs and you've lubed the length up, you arrange him so he's on his hands and knees, his ass in the air and Lord, he looks like he was made to be in this position. His back arches beautifully, letting inch after inch sink into him.
"Oh my God, sweetheart, that's perfect. Fuck, I'm so full." He groans, his head buried in the pillows until your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head up.
"You should see how pretty you look with your ass stuffed, Buck. You take my dick even better than I thought you would." His cheeks burn hot at the praise, almost embarrassed by how his own cock twitched at being called 'pretty'.
"Go on. You wanted this. Show me how badly you needed my dick." He doesn't need to be told twice, rocking himself back and forth so that a few inches slip from him before he drives himself back on them, moaning pathetically each time he does.
"That's it, good boy. Take this cock like it's all yours. Fuck it like you own it." He totally intends to but he needs this to last. He can't keep going at this kind of pace if you're going to keep talking like that and you can tell by the way his tip is practically dripping precum onto the sheets.
"Y-you're too good at this." He chokes out in a half laugh that turns into a whimper when you press forward, sliding into him right to the base.
"You haven't seen anything yet, honey."
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hello, can i request something about city living, if you haven't already done it yet? love your webs <3
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Ed Sheeran, The City
Noor Unnahar, New Names for Lost Things; ‘Return’
The Great Gatsby (2013) dir. Baz Luhrmann
J. G. Ballard, High-Rise
Alexander McCall-Smith, The Sunday Philosophy Club
Olivia Laing, The Lonely City (via The Guardian)
Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
Christopher Morley, Where the Blue Begins
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Tomorrow Im gonna talk to someone about painting a mural for their gym, and as someone who’s not familiar with any medium or even painted on a wall, not gonna lie guys.. I’m scared shitless 😭😭😭
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