theflyinggrayson:

thewholearsenal:

theflyinggrayson:

What does he deserve, then? [Dick pivots a boot on the edge of the roof and gazes down at the stray arrow that started this discussion.]

He deserves a better life like the rest of us. |Behind Dick’s back, Roy held out an arm with his thumb aligned with the other man’s back, just over his heart. He had him in his sights, a deadly scenario if he’d still had his bow drawn. Could he take Dick out? Just like that? Nah. Roy smiled. Dick was a pain, but he was still a good guy and his best friend no matter how much they drifted apart. Roy just had a habit of aiming for no reason when he had nothing better to do with his hands.|

Then tell him to stop peddling drugs and fill out a job application ‘like the rest of us’.

[Turning back just in time to catch Roy peering past his extended thumb, Dick’s frown deepens that much more and he squares an already tense jaw—like an animal fluffing up its fur in the presence of a potential threat.]

Do I need to be worried?

He can’t get a job with a criminal background. |He refrained from saying “because of people like you”.| And I really don’t see what’s wrong with selling drugs. It’s the people that use them that are irresponsible most of the time, not the dealers. They’d have the same customer mortality rate if they were selling alcohol.

|The vigilante dropped his hand back down to his side and rolled his eyes.| Do you really have to ask me that?

fasterthansupes:

thewholearsenal:

He wanted to try heroin. I was afraid he’d go out and do something stupid and contract HIV or overdose, so I gave it to him in a controlled environment. It was the wrong thing to do, I know, but I couldn’t exactly tell him not to do drugs when he already knew I shot up. In my defense, I did not get him hooked on cocaine. He went and found it himself. |Roy raised his arms defensively as if Wally were a cop with a gun aimed at him. That glare made him uncomfortable. Wally was prone to lecturing. If he was feeling merciful, he’d just get a little violent.|

You son of a bitch.  [His glare turned to something of pure rage and he stepped forward, coming face to face with Roy.]  

I can’t believe you.  If you knew it was wrong, why would you go and-  You’re supposed to be a hero!  An influence.  Not the kind of scumbag I take down on a daily basis.  It’s sick, Roy.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  

What do you plan to do for this kid?  Because the right thing to do would be to get him help and then do the courteous thing and remove yourself from his life.  Either that or let Bruce beat you into rehab.  

I don’t get it.  What’s the point?  Why would you-  [He was to enraged to form sentences anymore.  The speedster just let out a growl and turned away from the other man.  He had to try and calm down before he hit somebody.]

It’s possible to be a functioning drug addict, Wally. |The truth was that he had been on the same page until his friend mentioned getting out of Terry’s life. That wasn’t an option, and Roy was willing to drag the kid down with him as long as they went down hand in hand.|

I am the best influence for what he’s chosen to be. I manage my money, I have a stable living situation, and I keep crime off the streets better than you or any other member of the League. Do you really think prison will cure criminals? They get out eventually and, by that time, they’ve witnessed enough violence to to be desensitized to it. You know the statistics! The only solution is a permanent one.

tech-bat:

Terry loved every bit of their dynamic. Roy didn’t need to be romantic, He didn’t need to be seductive during sex. He didn’t get that during sex, he didn’t need it; Terry wanted the raw, hard core sex that came with Roys animalistic side. 

The teen loved getting pounded into the hard surface, the bruises and damage that came with the play. If Terry came home to a rose petal bed, he was more likely to don the batsuit and stalk whoever broke into the house. That’s another thing he loved about Roy; with sex being so feral- it was consensual surprise. 

He was pulled from his thought by the girth of Roys hips spreading his legs and burying himself deep inside of him. Forced into a new angle, Terry let out a pleasured scream and writhed as much as he could. Terry loved it, He couldn’t NOT love it. Roy always claimed him, always. Always filled him, always marked him so darkly it felt like it would be forever. 

Happy to play the submissive, Terry reached and gripped his arms tightly, his heart racing as he tried to ground himself as he screamed Roys name. Dribbling precum, the teen throbbed and twitched around him. 

The moan he attempted to hold down remained so deep in his throat that it sounded like a growl. Terry’s writhing and squirming, those delicious hip movements, drove the archer wild. His grip turned bruising, more so than his mouth, and pulled his hips back slowly, every vein pulsing past Terry’s sensitive reddened hole.

One hard thrust that drove his lover forward turned into two and three. Harder and harder, the slap of their hips filled the room and grew louder than the scooting of the table. “Shit, Terry,” he ground out. A hand dipped down beneath the teen and stroked his leaking cock, using his fluids as lubrication.

I believe all gateway drugs guide people to heroin.

nomoralcode:

thewholearsenal:

There’s a dealer on 5th selling to a couple of kids. I figured you’d want t—…|Upon closer inspection, this was not the Jason he knew. Roy raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest.|…—to handle it. |If they were anything alike, this Jason would want to deal with him too.|

You have my attention. [whenever kids were in danger, Jason couldn’t help but feel like it was his duty to protect them. not because they were Gotham kids, but because he had lived a life tainted with blood and solitude, he knew about drugs, he knew about it well enough to know this wasn’t good.] Didn’t expect that kind of news from you but I’ll take it. [that was his way of saying thanks, somehow.]

Expect it from now on. I have your back, Red Hood. |Roy clapped a hand onto Jason’s shoulder and pointed in the direction of the deal. It was up to the Red Hood if heads rolled tonight; Arsenal was taking it easy.|

fasterthansupes:

thewholearsenal: 

|Like ripping off a strip of wax instead of peeling it off, he decided to just get it over with.| I got his kid hooked on drugs. |What could he say? He was a bad influence. That was just the tip of the iceberg too.|

[Wally’s face fell immediately.  His eyebrows pulled together, glaring.]

You what?

He wanted to try heroin. I was afraid he’d go out and do something stupid and contract HIV or overdose, so I gave it to him in a controlled environment. It was the wrong thing to do, I know, but I couldn’t exactly tell him not to do drugs when he already knew I shot up. In my defense, I did not get him hooked on cocaine. He went and found it himself. |Roy raised his arms defensively as if Wally were a cop with a gun aimed at him. That glare made him uncomfortable. Wally was prone to lecturing. If he was feeling merciful, he’d just get a little violent.|

tech-bat:

The satchel of explosives was damn close; and the arrows, just as much so if not more dangerous. A freefalling arrow may set off any of the heads, so the teen reached out and pulled the satchel out of the way and the bag rolled tightly shut.The arrows were brushed out of the way and out of danger; although he would be hard pressed to say he didn’t enjoy that thrill. 

Terrys breath hitched as he tried to call out and regain his composure, but Roy, pounding more and more violently into him only rewarded the other with calls, mewls and incoherent broken begging. Terry was a sweating mess, his face flushed and expression desperate as he endured the stretching and pounding. 

In no way was Roy a small man; not a thing on him. No one could convince the teen otherwise. It would be much like talking against a religion to a bible thumper. Impossible and a waste of time. 
“Fuck- Fuck- Soon…” he whimpered and writhed against him- although that wasn’t much with the way Roy held him and pinned him against the table top. 

Roy was a romantic partner outside of their sexual encounters, loved to make Terry feel special, provided for him and treated him like they were married, but he was not the kind of man that made love. Raw. Needy. Instinct driven. They all described Roy Harper as a lover. He was far more likely to shove Terry against a dirty brick wall and fuck him until his moans got too loud (then fuck him harder and faster so he’d cum and quiet down) than he was to sprinkle rose petals on their bed and seduce him with champagne.

He buried himself as deep as he could, the force of his hips spreading Terry open, and ground into him at an upward angle, forcing his lower back to arch. All the while, he kept his hold on him, bruised him with his teeth and the suction between his lips. It was all so animal like. He was claiming his lover and penetrating him so fully that his precum would remain for as long as it wasn’t expelled. No amount of simply wiping could get rid of it. It was like others would be able to smell him on the teenager and would stay away from him. During sex, Roy was an Alpha male.

theflyinggrayson:

What does he deserve, then? [Dick pivots a boot on the edge of the roof and gazes down at the stray arrow that started this discussion.]

He deserves a better life like the rest of us. |Behind Dick’s back, Roy held out an arm with his thumb aligned with the other man’s back, just over his heart. He had him in his sights, a deadly scenario if he’d still had his bow drawn. Could he take Dick out? Just like that? Nah. Roy smiled. Dick was a pain, but he was still a good guy and his best friend no matter how much they drifted apart. Roy just had a habit of aiming for no reason when he had nothing better to do with his hands.|

fasterthansupes:

[Wally tilted his head a bit, with a slightly worried expression.]  What do you mean?  

|Like ripping off a strip of wax instead of peeling it off, he decided to just get it over with.| I got his kid hooked on drugs. |What could he say? He was a bad influence. That was just the tip of the iceberg too.|

Polluting the tags just makes you annoying. I have had to resort to actively ignoring people that consistently pollute the tags because they are either too stupid to realize an actor is not a character and should not be tagged as such unless the picture is of them actually playing as the character, or they haven’t looked in the tags to realize people are trying to correct them.

COLTON HAYNES IS NOT ROY HARPER.

COLTON HAYNES ACTIVELY PLAYING ROY HARPER IS ROY HARPER.

ROY HARPER IS ROY HARPER.

It is NOT that hard.

This is Colton Haynes,

and he is not Roy Harper.

This is Roy Harper,

and he can’t even look at you.