#black canary smut

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), overstimulation, ffm threesomes, dub con in some of them, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, squirting, suggestions of anal, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆

“You’ve still got plenty to give,” Arthur commands, one elbow resting on the edge of his throne, his head tilted ever so slightly to watch the way your bouncing, albeit haphazard now, sends ripples through your thighs all the way up, “keep fucking yourself.” 

you might be able to do what he demands of you, had his free hand not been pressed to your sex, large finger pads rubbing lazily against your puffy clit. he’d been teasing you for so long, edging you for so long that your legs keep trying to give out on you, making it impossible to ride him in a smooth, skillful motion. 

instead, you jounced up and down, crying out to punctuate each time your ass smushed against his thighs, the force at which his cock barrels into you per his demands making you lightheaded. 

bracing yourself with both hands on the expanse of his shoulders, you try to ease off of him, allowing an inch or two to slide free from your body before you pause, and close your eyes tight, your breath shaky, your thighs trembling. 

“I— I need… a m—minute—“ 

“Why? Are you already too sensitive?” his fingertips press against your button, pinching it hard until your hips are jutting, hoping to escape the torture. you nod, and his brows knit together, pensive, before his hand careens upwards, grasping your waist and pulling you back down flush against his lap, filling you to point of crying out, “Very well. You can take those sixty seconds impaled on my cock. Then, you can continue.” 

your nails threaten to scrape at his skin, your eyes watering. the constant, deep throb of his girth in your belly is one of the sensations you were hoping to take a break from, but you can’t rightfully deny the Ruler of Atlantis in his own kingdom— not while you were merely a guest, an ambassador. 

“And then?” you ask, breathless, one hand sagging to feel your belly. from the inside, you felt so full that you might burst, but you smooth your palm over it and feel merely a faint lump of his shape against it. “After I’ve satisfied you, your highness?” 

“I’ll have you cum, finally.” Arthur’s brow quirks. “And after that, my queen will have her turn with you.” 

𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 

“Don’t stop!” it’s you that’s begging, because Bruce has you twisted in just the right position to overwhelm you. one of his massive hands is splayed against the obsidian behind your head, keeping his upper half level and hovering over you, so as not to suffocate you, while the other pushes your right leg up at the knee. his jaw is clenched, brows furrowed, as he multitasks. keeping your legs from jutting inward at the knee and digging into his chest to attempt to push him away, and rocking his hips to give you all that you’re asking for. 

“If you’re going to take it, then you have to take it.” he grunts, authority seeping into his strained voice. “Keep your legs open.” 

you were trying, you really were. even when you reached around to grip your thighs with both hands, the second he bottomed out in your belly, you were arching off the hood of the batmobile, your body fighting to protest the sheer amount of thickness you’re being fed, and how each bulging vein scrapes against your delicate walls. your knees spur into his ribs, attempting to work their way between the two of you. 

“Keep going,” you moaned, even as your nails sank into his chest, digging through the sweat-sheened, dark patch of hair found there, “I’m going to cum again!” your palms pushed against him, you writhed, and your legs were threatening to bruise his rib cage. 

that’s why he had taken over. pushing your knee up towards your chest, he could pin you back down to the batmobile and keep you in place; his bare chest heaving only inches from your face, raining droplets of salty perspiration on to your contorted countenance. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to,” he mutters, as if it’s obvious enough. “That would defeat the whole purpose of your endurance training.” 

he always had to make it sound like he was making you a better superhero, a more important asset to the Justice League. 

was that really true, or did he just enjoy the way your cunt clenched around him? 

“Your ability to follow orders, however,” pressing his shoulder against the back of your knee, he holds you in place so he can push his now liberated palm against the hood on the other side of your head, “we’ll work on that next.” 

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 // 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 & 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 

the stinging slap against your clitoris already has you yelping, digging your nails into your own thighs as you keep them spread apart. Dinah rubs the sting into your button with her lithe fingers, whilst her other hand buries itself in Ollie’s hair, pushing his head down between your legs. the burn of his beard rubbing your most sensitive region has you squirming and panting. “We can play this game all night,” she croons, patting your swollen clit. the taps are firm and quick, nearly spanking, and you twitch each time, “Ollie can work your cunt over, tongue fuck you until you’re just about to cum…” 

and you were, you were trembling with the desire to release, since such a privilege has been withheld thus far, and your eyelids fluttered, your toes curled. every sensation they fed you was amplified by at least one hundred, due to the constant edging and soiling of your past, potential orgasms. now, within only a few seconds, and with Dinah’s soft crooning as she beats your clitoris, you’re past the realm of pleasure. so hyper sensitive that it had become torturous, and you were desperate to cum. 

“And then, we take it away.” 

Ollie came up for air, and to meet Dinah’s waiting lips, while you convulsed in disbelief as yet another climax is denied, and you snub pathetically. “P—please,” you stammer through ragged breath, “I’m so—so sensitive— it’s— too much… please…” 

Dinah moans, dragging her tongue along her lover’s lips, and gathering your taste on it before she looks at you, her ruby lips etched upwards into a smile. it was devious and lustful— you always did love when she looked at you like that. “If you want to cum that badly, you know what you have to have?” 

you nod, bashful but just needy enough to comply, “C— cock in my ass…” 

“Good girl,” Ollie mumbles, reaching around her midsection to rub Dinah’s bare sex with one hand, and yours with the other. his fingers dip into you, and you arch again, whimpering. “You must really be trying hard to hold it together.” 

“Oh, she is.” Dinah purrs, smacking your clit again. “She can’t even answer correctly, poor thing. Greedy pussy must be overloading her brain. Whose cock do you need in your ass to cum, sweetheart?” 

you’re shaking, grunting in frustrated pleasure as your hazy eyes drift to the strap on laying beside you. locked in the metal ring is a sizable, silicone dildo. your mind whirrs. 

“Y—yours,” you whimper, biting down on your lip. “I need your cock in my ass to cum, Dinah!”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 // 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻 

Hal will hit it from the back because he knows he can pound your sweet spots until you’re shaking. his cock has just the right curve upwards to dip into a nerve cluster when he pulls you back to meet his deep thrusting. it’s a section inside you that no one’s ever touched before him, and he bullies it relentlessly until it overloads your pleasure capacity, and you’re scrambling for something to dig your nails into, thighs trembling uncontrollably. 

“Attagirl,” he moans, tilting his head back to savor the way you quiver around him, “there goes daddy’s sweet, little vibrator.” when you babble his name, he’ll swat at your ass with his palm open, wearing a dopey grin. “That's a good spot, huh? Want me to keep hitting it right there?” when you nod, whimpering nonsensically, he uses his free hand to press into your shoulder blades, urging you to arch your back tighter, and you bury your face in the pillows you hug so tightly, muffling your mewling. “Go to town, babygirl, that feels good,” he encourages with another smack, this time, he digs his fingers in to grab a fistful of the supple flesh on your ass, “shake for me!” 

when you hear his moaning in your ear, feel the heat of his ragged breath and the pressure of his muscled torso against your back, it only sends you higher. 

you worry you may never come down. 

pinned to the mattress, tearing at the fabric of the pillows and sheets, your eyes rolling back, you manage to whimper his name, followed by a string of pathetic pleas. “T—too much— can’t.. I can’t—“ 

“You can,” he ensures, both hands running up the length of your body underneath to grope at your breasts while he rams you into the mattress. “My babygirl can. Just let me… fuck, let me give it to you. Let me fuck you ‘till you can’t think straight.” when he kisses your neck with his open mouth, he rasps out, “And when I fill you up, I’m gonna flip you over and eat my cum out of this sensitive, little pussy. Daddy’s not leaving for Oa until the AM. You’re gonna cum until you cry tonight, baby.” 

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗸𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗹 ( 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁 ) 

you cling to him. 

you know he has you, and you won’t be going anywhere, but you still hold tightly to his shoulders, hook your legs around the smallest section of his back, burying your face in his massive chest. his herculean form engulfs you in a shadow, encasing you in his warmth; you feel microscopic underneath him. 

you hadn’t realized how intense making love to him would be; he was always so gentle when he held you, so easy when he kissed you. he treated you like you were made of glass most of the time, and he did so with a smile. 

but when he was inside you, you could feel every muscle in his superhuman body, tight and fighting the urge to ruin you. he made sounds: guttural moans in the back of his throat, as he eased you into a rhythm he thought you could handle. 

even for all his holding back, you were still struggling— your body overloaded with stimulation, from the depth he could reach, to the force behind his rutting. the swollen tip of his cock bumped nerves you didn’t even know existed, prodded at your insides, and still? still, Kal wanted to give you more pleasure. 

with one hand slipped between the two of you, he used his first and third finger to spread your netherlips, petting at your swollen clit with his middle finger.  

it was enough to have you falling apart, over and over again. whining his name, wriggling under his weight. 

“You’re doing so good.” he was murmuring, just barely louder than your whimpers, as he kisses the top of your head, but his powerful hips piston at a steady, deep pace. “If it’s too much, you can tell me. We can stop—“ 

your grip tightens. 

you didn’t want to stop, even if your body were to give out. you wanted Kal to have you in every way possible, from your heart to your soul, to your body, even if it meant the latter was broken from his power by the end of it. but you couldn’t tell him that. instead, you shook your head, back and forth, several times, whimpering desperately. 

Kal understands, and the breath of a fond chuckle leaves his lips against your head. “Okay, no stopping, understood.” 

it was when you came unraveled again, starting to blubber, leaving tears streaked across his chest, that his grip on you tightened. “I’m going to rub harder, okay? I’m going to fuck you deeper.” 

for the first time, you were apprehensive. 

how could he possibly get deeper? 

“K—Kal…” 

“I can feel you on the brink,” he coos, slowly pushing fresh inches into you. you didn’t even know he wasn’t hilt deep until you felt his other hand press against your spasming entrance; he was using it as a bumper, keeping himself from burying what remains of his length into you too soon by keeping a tight fist around his shaft. “You’re so close to the big one…” 

you’re in awe as your mind swims with the possibilities of just how many more inches of cock Kal had to offer. 

and how much of it could actually fit inside you? 

“I want to give it to you.” 

with he scrapes at your clit with the tip of his finger, harder and faster, you look up at him, bottom lip trembling, babbling, and find his chin angled down, ready to kiss your tears away. 

“Just hold on to me.” 

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 // 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

Barry was beaming when he could feel the soles of your feet against his shoulders, urging him back from his nest between your thighs. he’d been so diligent in the use of his tongue, swirling it over your aching clit so many times and at such an impossible speed that it felt as though he was conjuring a minuscule tornado with the velvety muscle, and siccing it on your body to assault you in a way that no other man could ever compare to. his fingers, and the way they worked you over from the inside, were just as skillful; thicker than you’d anticipated— and knuckle deep. he was tapping a button from the interior, teasing it, gauging how you react when his fingertip grazes over it. 

“Barry—“ whimpering, you push against him, “I really— I can’t cum again… without…” 

“Without…?” Barry grins wide, azure eyes alight with excitement as he pumps faster. “Squirting for me?” your eyes widened, and you felt the heat of a furious blush on your cheeks. you never should’ve told Barry it’d happened once before. 

“Barry!” you give him a shove with your foot, just barely harder than before, but he claps a hand on your thigh and pushes one foot off of him, pinning your leg to the bed, keeping it spread wide. “It’ll… make a mess…” with your hand fleeing for his golden locks, you grip them at the crown of his head, but you don’t try to pry him off of you. you merely hold on to his hair, staring down at him, panting. 

but his eyes are twinkling; mischief awash in the oceanic gems. “I’ll lick it all up. I want to taste it.” he answered simply, jamming his fingers into you somehow even faster. the pressure on your lower belly elicits a broken squeak from your lips as your head drops back against the pillows, and your grip tightens on his hair. Barry dives back in, slurping on your clit until you’re seeing triple. 

“B—Barry— the sheets—“ 

“We own a washing machine.” 

he wasn’t allowing you any excuses, nor was he giving you any time to find the strength to control the orgasm that follows shortly. even as you tried to pull his head back, to ease the intensity, your hips rock upwards, off the bed in tandem with his furious finger fucking, and you smash your sex into his face with a hapless cry of his name. you erupt, soaking his hair and face, as well as the sheets underneath you in a violent gush, and press your thighs together as tight as you can around his head. he allows this, trailing the hand that was keeping you pinned up the length of your torso to knead your breast in tender circles as he gurgles and moans. even as your vision was blurry and you were panting, you glance down at him weakly to witness the way his eyes rolled back in his head when he sipped on you. it was vulgar enough to have you whining, falling back against the bed, in exhaustive defeat. 

when Barry finally comes up for air, he’s drenched— his golden tendrils sticking to his face, and he’s sucking in as much oxygen as he possibly can, sitting back on his knees to admire the carnage he left. you were still trembling, legs falling open to either side, mewling soft and pathetic. you peek up at him, watching diamonds of your essence rolling down his chiseled cheek, and it only has your hips rocking more fervently, humping air. he smiles wider, palming at himself. there was a fat lump in his pants that was begging for treatment. “I’m so hard right now,” he purrs, and reaches for your hand with his free one, bringing it to his groin. you squeeze and rub, following the rhythm you know he likes, and he moans, watching you inch towards him on your back. you were much too weak to crawl expertly. “See what you do to me?” 

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[jasonstodger]

Oliver Queen loves to share. Dinah Lance? Not so much.

The way I see it, Ollie is always willing to take the backseat and just watch. He enjoys seeing your enjoyment. When you're fucking, just the three of you, he's content to sit at the end of the bed, gripping his cock and moaning softly as he watches his two best girls writhe and moan in the sheets.

This is the way Dinah likes it: When she can control your every sound and movement from above without having to worry about an outside force ruining her plans for you. She'll use all her toys, all her tactics, to slowly tease you to orgasm, bruising your lips with her mouth and bruising your throat with her gentle but strong hands.

Even off the field, the three of you are the perfect team.

#— birdie thoughts #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen #oliver queen smut #oliver queen imagine #green arrow x reader #green arrow imagine #dinah lance x reader #dinah lance #black canary

[kuramassss]

Im gonna start write fanfics with characters x reader, so im taking requests for:

DC Fem characters:

Raven

White Canary

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Sara Lance

Harley Quinn

CW Characters:

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Overgirl

Red Daugher

Nia Zal

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Ava Sharp

Charlie

Caitlyn Snow

Killer Frost

Thea Queen

Shado

Jessie Wells

Overwatch Characters:

Ashe

Tracer

Widowmaker

D.Va

Ana Amar

Pharah

Mercy

Mei

Bridget

Junker Queen

Echo

Moira Odelion

#overwatch 2 #moira o'deorain #mercy overwatch #junker queen #laurel lance #sara lance #avalance #ava sharpe #iris west allen #cw supergirl #alex danvers #fanfic #arrowverse #green arrow #black canary #$ #yuri #overwatch #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #dc comics #dc women #dc universe #request #marvel smut #naruto #sakura #sasuke uchiha #x reader

[bambiesfics]

⊹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 ⊹

warning: water-sports, extreme overstimulation, graphic depictions of lesbian smut, r!receiving finger bang, sarcastic Ellie, fluff + loving at the end.

vague description: reader has a full bladder and is trapped in Ellie William’s hatchback.

author’s note: re-upload of my fic from last blog, also don’t read this in public. It gets intense.

“Pinup paradise diner…home to… ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake Jars?’”

You read, with your face nosed deep into the crease of the monotoned map. You deflated back into your seat, irritated at the amount of eye-strain required to make out such small font. And let the roadmap blanket the top of your thighs.

“Is that where we’re going next?”

Ellie's eyes were intently focused on the red Honda Civic in front of her, the one she’d almost rolled her windows down to spit at, less than a minute ago. Her stacked bracelets clinked as she cracked the knuckles of each one of her boney fingers.

“Is that what it says on the map?”

You flipped back to the legend, squinting at the list of diners, drive-ins, and street trucks. The corner of her plump smile quirked, hearing you mutter,

“Jesus, how do you read this thing?”

Your squint jumped between Ellie and the page, “uhhhh…yes?—yes!”

“Then that’s where we’re going next.” She crudely cracked her pinky last. The last finger with chips of black nail polish speckled on it and a snug silver braided ring that hugged it. She settled into her seat, merging onto the left lane.

“Pinup Paradise? Really? Seems like an odd choice for a drink after going to Whopping Wrap.”

You flipped the map neatly back onto your lap as your girlfriend flicked the blinker up.

“Milkshakes after chicken wraps Ellie? Really?”

“Hey—Tommy said they have the best milkshakes this side of the state. That type of man, the fucking lumberjack he is, does not fuck around when it comes to satiating that gnarly sweet tooth.”

She muttered “He probably has cavities bigger and darker than the cracks in the Grand Canyon.”

And your tiny giggle teased a smile out of Ellie, as she half-heartedly blocked the swats you struck at her with the rolled up map.

Your girlfriend got such a fucked up kick out of busting Tommy’s balls, and he knew it too.

She flicked the signal light up higher once more and cruised right into the strip mall lane that led the car through to the drive-thru, the diner growing closer each second.

In a smooth slow crawl you and your girlfriend rolled towards ‘Pinup Paradise Diner.’

A canary yellow, vintage diner, littered with paintings of 50’s pinup models that decorated all of the glass windows.

A drive-thru swinging sign read ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake!’ above the order window.

You were incredibly humored, noting all the double entendres and puns that weaved through the slogans graffitied across the menu board and windows.

A young crew member poked her head out of the order window, smiling tightly before asking for both of your orders. She watched on while Ellie fished for her peeling leather wallet in the back pocket, and poked her head out of the side of the hatchback window.

“Hey, can I grab a blueberry crust milkshake? And she’ll have….” Ellie trailed off, shooting you back a look with her eyebrow raised.

“…What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have a vanilla bean milkshake please. Also could I get a bottled water, if you have that?”

“Okay, so right now we only have the 1 liter sized bottled water.. would that be alright?”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s no problem, I’ll take it. Thank youuu.” you sang, and the girl mirrored your gentle smiled. You settled back into your seat and she closed the window.

“Why’d you get water?”

Ellie observed, hastily touching up her upper and bottom lashes with mascara, in the dash mirror, before she had to put her foot on the gas.

Vain. You teased in your head.

….But so pretty.

The mascara made her already long lashes, even longer. Her dark brown eyeliner was smudged, yet the grittiness was still so attractive on her. “You should wear brown eyeliner more Els. It really brings out the green in your eyes.”

She side-eyed you suspiciously.

“Thanks?…”

And you rolled your eyes. Your girlfriend loved to pretend she was allergic to compliments unless they were talking about her earth-shattering service top abilities.

Ellie grabbed both your milkshakes. And used her teeth to rip the paper cover off her straw while passing you your drink.

She put her foot on the gas and peeled out.

“You still didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“The question of what possessed you to buy an entire liter of water?”

“Because like, you know the sweet aftertaste left in your mouth after you eat something really sweet? I don’t know, but it makes my mouth feel dry.”

“Ah.” she responded.

“…that’s actually real as fuck.”

“Right?” You settled deeper into your seat. Hugging the milkshake to your chest while you stalked a few instagram stories, relaxing into the rhythmic roll of your girlfriend's beat up hatchback.

Townhouses and parked SUV’s started running on either side of the car as Ellie drove on, deeper into suburbia. You pushed yourself up to gaze out the window.

“Where are we going?”

Ellie turned right into a smaller street.

“To find a place to park. I’m tired of driving.”

“Hmm, sorry baby” you hummed as you rubbed her thigh. Your eyes lit up. “Then can I drive your ca—”

“—no. When will you stop asking?”

“When you finally let me drive it? Let me behind the wheel please.”

She scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “So I can end up with my knees touching the back of my skull? Yeah no.”

“You’re not funny Ellie.”

“And you’re the only passenger princess I’ve seen whining to do her girlfriend's job. Be a lady, damn.”

You broke down laughing, clutching your chest while Ellie bit her lip down to put a lid on her own laughter.

You shimmied close to her, your breasts squishing her upper arm.

“Then can I have some of your blueberry shake?”

She circled the straw around your mouth and made you chase it.

“uh ah-uh-hah—Ellie.” You whined.

Ellie barked a laugh at how adorable you looked, and then slotted the straw onto your puckered mouth.

“Mmm…”

“You like?”

“Yeah it’s so yummy. I should’ve gotten that instead.”

Ellie attempted to take her milkshake back, but with some struggle as you leaned further and further into her seat, pressing your front body into her arms just to keep tasting it. You were practically finished your own drink, and were now drinking half of hers. And in that moment you recalled at all the previous times your girlfriend had gripped your ass and whispered how you were a greedy little princess in your ear. Ellie was an asshole through and through.

But she spoiled you, and she loved doing it.

You eased back, and Ellie stole her milkshake back. She circled her tongue around the tip of the straw before sucking it. Wrapping her pink lips around the sticky tip your rosy lip gloss had covered seconds prior.

You dropped your empty cup in the cup holder and went to chug most of your water. It provided an indescribable amount of relief from the saccharine blanket on your tastebuds. A cool feeling that settled in you, as Ellie pulled into a grassy park parking lot.

Willow trees lined up along the curb, their weeping pose provided shade to several lots, including the one above you.

Ellie killed off the engine. She tipped her head against the headrest in relief. She flexed her fingers, stretching out the kinks, feeling the breeze run past.

Her head lolled limply to face you. “Do I really look that good in brown eyeliner?”

“Yes you really do.”

Ellie’s cheek dimpled.

“I love when you tell me stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you look pretty?”

You murmured into her shoulder, looking up at her.

“Yeah, makes me feel…dunno, not like a greasy loser.”

“Please, as if I would ever let a greasy loser bag me.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, kill yourself.”

She maintained eye contact with you, green eyes jumping between your own. Reflecting the amber beauty of the sun in its sparkle. She gave you a soft smile, you gave Ellie one back. A truce to the constant teasing. And Ellie took it as an invitation to dip her head down, and pull your lips into a kiss. One she’d been yearning to do since she’d first reversed both of you out of your driveway.

Ellie chased the kiss into the back seat. She gripped the fat of your hips to inch you slowly off of the center console and towards the back. She followed, kicking her loose driver’s seat forward with the sole of her sneakers. The slide adjusting rail had seen better days, and had been owned by better people than the currently horny, blunt, ungraceful young lesbian who had an avid penchant for violence, that owned it that day.

Ellie teased her hand up from your hips to the base of your neck, to grab the back of your head as she worked her puffy lips against yours. She was hungry for your little mouth, and it was seen in the way her jaw flexed.

Ellie kissed you with a remarkably intense eroticism.

Her hands ran down over the fabric of your milkmaid top before ripping the holes away from the buttons to let your tits spill out right into her hands. Each nipple immediately kissed the waiting pads of her thumbs, as they moved to greedily massage the sensitive head. Grazing each of your puffy tender domes over and over. “Fuck, need to suck these heavy tits baby.”

Ellie’s lips made their way down your chest. She suckled some swollen red marks into the skin, before making her way lower. Coming eye to eye with your nipples.

“Can you please squeeze your boobies together?”

You took your palms and pushed them together. Ellie's whiny sigh sent heat pooling in your tummy. She leaned in, licking a greedy stripe across both nipples, tickling their head with the tip of her tongue, tonguing the flesh around both areolas. And suckling your nipples intermittently then popping off them. Leaving both of them so puffed out.

Your squeaks filled the expanse of her small car, and her aroused groans joined to match.

She shoved her fingers in the waistband of your tiny denim shorts and tugged at them. They budged, but barely, so you helped your girlfriend. You lifted your ass off the seat and slid your shorts and thong down your thighs, before Ellie slid them the rest of the way off your ankles and threw them in the front seat.

The soft breeze blew past your cunt. Exposing the warm skin to a cooler environment.

“S-should we be doing this in a park?” you squeeked.

Ellie kissed her answer on your lips “there’s” *smooch* “no one” *smooch* “here.” As she shoved her hand down to palm the fat of your vagina. Feeling your pussy fill up her fingers. Ellie curled a middle finger into your tight hole, it barely wanted to split apart to accommodate her finger. But she marveled at how hungrily it sucked her in. She pumped shallowly before adding in her ring finger.

Her chrome ring grazed the swelling mound inside your hole; your g-spot. And it pulled a pathetic mewl out of you. She curled her wrist up, ligament appearing. And pumped harder. Enjoying your shaking thighs in the air.

Your brain was melting into mush. And all you managed were barely coherent babbles.

“…feels ss-s'good” your eyes were rolled backwards.

“God bunny…” Ellie marveled, “your pretty pussy’s so greedy.”

Ellie’s teeth dug into her lip “How did I bag you?”

All you could muster were delirious squeak noises in response as you tugged on the base of her ponytail.

“Look-look down” Ellie’s fingers grasped your chin, pulling your eyes away from her flushed aroused face and towards your own shiny pussy. “L-look at how you’re swallowing my fingers.”

Ellie’s forehead knocked against yours.

“Hey…c-can you squeeze for me?”

You never disobeyed her instructions, not when you both were like this. Nodding limply, you clamped around Ellie’s fingers, a choked moan escaped you. And a deep, throaty groan escaped her. Feeling how tightly you suckled in her fingers, how badly you wanted her there, made a warm heat throb between Ellie’s legs and left her boxers sticking to her sloppy cunt. Ellie could almost cry that she couldn’t bully a cock inside you, just to feel that desperate clamp around her cock.

Her ring pushed into your plump inner walls over and over, and dragged a new delicious zing of pleasure through the ribbed inner walls. Puffy, swollen, and sloppy with slick.

Ellie had a newfound resistance in her thrusting, the clamping, warm grip of your puffed out walls were holding her fingers still. But she kept pumping, like a suction cup being stuck on and popped off.

You were assaulted with thrilling pleasure from your walls clamping, chasing the press of her jewelry. And from your girlfriends frenzied, desperate thrusting. Ellie was just as hazy brained as you.

It was a costly mistake. All of the fluttering was stimulating your pelvic muscles. Which stimulated the other tiny hole snuggled in your pussy. The familiar pressure of a full bladder pressed behind the teeny hole of your urethra. Your squeaks came out strained. You scooted into different positions on the seat, trying to ebb away the pressure.

The shifting positions only made it worse as your tummy squished from movement, and as Ellie pumped upwards.

She jack hammered her fingertips against the puffy roof of your warm cunt. Her feverish ministrations put so much pressure on your bladder. You choked out a breathy plea.

Your hands skated up your girlfriend's torso, past her exposed waist and pebbled nipples that strained against her t-shirt, and finally towards her square shoulders in an attempt to push her back.

She needed off.

“I gotta…uhn… I gotta.” you whimpered.

“What was that?” Ellie sighed.

“I-ah!” The thrust felt so good.

You were whiny “th-think I needa pee.”

“I’m fucking you so good it’s got you confusing cumming for peeing? Y’so adorable it’s insane.” Ellie kissed your lips, picking up her pace.

She took the hand she’d used to squeeze and pinch your tits and brought it down to press on your lower tummy, as she thrust up.

Oh.

“Nnnnhnhn no! ph-please ewwie.. can’t—hold it.” You babbled the same desperate plea incoherently, but with a mouth nearly paralyzed from the incessant abuse of your hole Ellie was doing, you were left whiny and gulping, babbling tiny sentences at a time.

Sweat pricked at your skin, an orgasm was fucked into your vagina, and a full bladder pressed at your urethra. You didn’t know what to do as the mounting climax forced against your urethra left you with a desperate need for release, in the car.

Ellie’s lips kissed your jaw, snuggling against your head.

“You wanna let it out, big girl? Make a big mess f’me. We can clean it all up later, I promise.”

“nuh—ah Ellie no no…aghh! ”

Your urethra let out a thin light spurtle. Settling into the space between you two as more slick gushed out of your hole. You sobbed through your orgasm, from the joint pleasure of climax combined with relief from pressure pressing against your urethra. Ellie kept fingering you through each tiny pump of liquid that squirted from your urethra and through each contraction of its sloppy wet vagina, as slick spilled out of you and ran past your bare ass, onto her leather seats. With each aggressive thrust of Ellie’s fingers—fuck in—pull out—came out spurt after spurt, from each hole. She slowed down once you fell back into the seat softly; boneless and glass-eyed. Like an abused rag doll.

You both caught your breaths, Ellie from the aggressive thump and heat in her pussy. And you from your ‘accident’.

Ellie watched as the looming embarrassment creeped every so slowly onto your face, as the orgasm slowly ebbed away. She placed shaky kisses on top of your head. Cupping the back of it in support.

Sure, maybe her car wasn’t the best time to explore that kink. Seeing as the bottom half of her shirt and her belt was wet.

But she wasn’t going to let her girlfriend curl in on herself in shame, just because of her body’s natural reaction. Especially one that Ellie practically fucked out of you.

If not for the small space of the car she might’ve pulled you into her lap, to kiss away the upset creases between your brows. But she could do nothing more than hover above your trembling body, and caress your squished tummy with her free hand, until the shaking eased.

She was breathless. “You did so good, baby.”

You shoved your face into the crook of Ellie’s neck. The sweet cologne on the collar of her shirt calmed you down, with its medley of gourmands, lavender and florals.

Your girlfriend had a way of grounding you. Everything about Ellie had the ability to. From her cold, icy fingers, to her soft, pine scented hair. To her woodsy cologne, always left on the collar of her shirts, ready to tranquilize your unrest.

“nuh-uh I—.”

“—So good. My good girl, doing exactly what I tell you too, c’mere.”

Ellie unplugged her fingers out from your hole and suckled the last bit of slick cream off, then swiped it on her shirt. She licked her lips. Using her now clean hand to cup the side of your jaw and draw you into a heated kiss that left both of you trembling.

You shifted positions in the seat from discomfort.

“You still need to pee s’more?”

“No.”

“Babe…”

“Maybe.”

Ellie reached over and opened your door, then hopped out from her side. Jogging over to shield your body.

You crouched in behind her, her and the car towered over you from both sides.

You pouted up at her, and she glowered down at you. Her arms crossed firmly as she looked away briefly to scan around the area. Before parking her gaze back down at you as the remaining stream from your bladder emptied itself.

“No more vanilla bean milkshakes.” you winced at the feeling of the breeze tickling your swollen labia.

“Of course. Yeah, that was the real culprit. Not the mega-giant 1 liter water bottle.”

You frowned.

Ellie’s arms dropped from their cross, and her black fingernails pinched the fat of your cheek and pulled teasingly.

She reassured you.

“Yeah sure, we’ll blame it on the vanilla bean milkshake.”

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[bizbat]

HEYY!! What about Jaybird with an s/o whos also a vigilante and she’s like super serious and quiet, Her outfit for fighting is like super duper revealing aswell so add nsfw :3

(If ur comfortable with it!!)

It's The Suit

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~ Jason Todd x Fem!AFAB!Reader

~ Explicit Smut

~ Reader is mentioned to have "plush thighs", but appearance is otherwise not described.

~ Wc: 2.4K

~ You can find more of my works here.

C/W: Smut, Pet names (Angel, Doll, Slut, Baby, Princess) Mdom, Groping, Light Choking, Spit, Creampie, Cunnilingus/Analingus (Jason eats it from the back) Use of the terms "cunt", "mound", "tits", "slutty", "pussy", Pussy Smacking, Public Sex, Begging, Pussyjob

There's just something about that suit . . .

"You know, you are technically on my turf." His voice is crisp in your ear. It seems he only ever puts what Batman taught him to use when he wants to mess with you. "If you were anyone else I'd have dropped you off Gotham Bridge by now."

"How sweet . . ." You respond in a monotone voice. You're laid on your stomach, perched on top of a building with a set of binoculars in front of your face. You're more focused on the perp you've been trailing all week than your . . . boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Guy you sometimes go out to eat with, and have sex with regularly? Doesn't matter, you're doing your best not to pay any attention to him.

"Are you sure you're not cold in that thing?"

You wish he would do the same. He knows how much comments about your costume bother you, but he can't help it! It's just a little thing, barely big enough to hide, well, anything really. He can't tell you how many times he's seen it ride up between your cheeks, or be so taut against your body that he can see your nipples poking through on extra cold nights. Not to mention the cutouts on your sides and chest.

If it was made out of any other material you could probably wear it to a club and leave with a couple hundreds stuffed in it.

He's already reaching for your body before he even realizes it. It's too late to stop now, his hands are already stroking their way up from your calves. It's frankly beyond him at this point. "It's just so . . . tiny."

"Everyone always says that." You squirm, your leg subconsciously kicking up when he brushes over that sensitive spot on the back of your knee. "Black Canary basically wears the same thing, and no one ever says anything about her suit." You mumble, still not turning to face him. Jason can't help but be amused by your response. "No, she doesn't, and yes, they do." He presses his thumb into your skin, massaging the tense muscles beneath his gloved fingertips.

"Jay, I-I have to fo-" "Shhh, I know, I know," You try to push his hands back, your skin becoming more and more sensitive the higher he gets. It doesn't help that he's applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Just . . . focus baby, alright? Focus for me." It's hard to do what he says when he's slipped off his helmet and is now pressing feathery kisses to your exposed skin.

Still though, you try, pulling the now discarded binoculars back to your face and hoping he decides to cease his ministrations. Unfortunately for you, he's got no plans to stop any time soon. "What's he doing, baby?" His hands inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, his hands squeezing and tugging at the fat of your upper thighs. "Tell me." He says sternly.

Your hands clench around the binoculars. You have to take a few breaths to calm yourself enough to answer him. "He-he's ah-" His thumbs are working their way under your suit, teasingly stroking your lips. "He's leaving n-now, probably headed-Jason!" He laughs again, he knows he's been pushing it. "What, doll? What's wrong?" He says, as if he didn't just have his face between your thighs, his lips gently kissing your pussy through your suit.

"I told you to focus," He says with a smirk, his hips almost grinding into the concrete below him. "Don't you worry 'bout what I'm doing, yeah?" He only continues, two of his fingers brushing against your mound as he plays with the band of your suit, tugging it away from your heat so he can get better access. Try as you might, he pokes at your folds with his tongue, the wet muscle barely dancing against your lips.

You can't stop your hips from swaying back to meet his face, begging for him to use more pressure. The tips of Jason's ears burn at your tiny gasps, the cute little noises only encouraging him to try and make you louder. His hand, the one not tugging at your suit, begins its attack on your ass, grabbing and squeezing your soft, doughy flesh. By now you've completely lost sight of the guy you were trailing, your hips chasing his face.

You moan his name, the binoculars once again thrown to the side, as you rise to your knees, your chest still parallel to the concrete roof beneath you. "Ohh, that's it angel," Jason finally stops toying with the stretchy fabric of your suit, pulling it to the side of your ass so he can finally see all of you. "Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against your folds, before licking a stripe all the way up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue.

He shallowly wriggles his tongue inside, just deep enough for you to reach back and push at his head with a whine. He laughs, lightly smacking your ass before kissing the puckered hole, and lowering his head back down to your pussy. "Alright doll, I get it, I get it." He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips, putting your dripping cunt for him.

He kisses you there too, before winding back and spitting a fat (unnecessary) glob of spit directly onto your clit. He works too well, sucking and licking exactly when and where you need him to, his pace slowly speeding up. The way he moans into you, it's as if it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. And it must be, the way his cock is straining against his zipper like this. God, you've got no idea what you do to him, especially in that tiny, slutty little suit of yours.

And dear God, he starts using his fingers, and your vision blurs and your back arches even deeper. Your chest heaves as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling against your g spot everytime, all while his tongue still swirls against your clit, flicking and circling the perky nub. Your hand finds its way into his hair, your fingers curling around the inky locks as he drinks up your juices. Jason groans at the feeling of your slick practically pouring down his chin.

It's a wonder how he's even able to breathe, his face so deep between your plush thighs. Not like he cares, though, if he could choose a way to go out again, it'd be with his face buried deep in your cunt. He's in heaven, he swears it. He can hear the sound of those pearly gates opening, though that might just be the sound of your sweet, sweet broken moans. That, combined with a lack of oxygen. Besides that, you can't tell him he's not eating out an angel right now.

Eventually though, he rips himself away, loudly sucking air into his lungs so he doesn't actually go to heaven. He curses his body for needing air to breathe. Maybe he can use "increasing his lung capacity" as an excuse to eat you out later, not now though. Right now, his cock is so painfully hard from being neglected, he's struggling to form proper thoughts.

"You ready for me, doll? S' this slutty pussy ready to take me?" He asks, ripping off his belt and shoving his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. With the amount of spit and slick dripping down your thighs, it's a stupid question, but he absolutely refuses to fuck you unless you say you're ready for him. Part of you thinks its a consent thing, which is great, more guys should be like that, but part of you knows it's because he wants to hear you, little Ms. Stoic, begging for his cock.

You're on the verge of tears, your eyes completely unfocused at the feeling of his fat tip smacking against your weeping cunt. "Jay," You moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay . . ." He shakes his head. He's losing his mind, but the small bit he's still clinging onto won't let you get away with that, he's gotta make you beg for him. "C'mon, slut, I know you can do much better 'n that." He ruts against your cunt, his cock hard and red from waiting.

He smacks your ass again, hypnotized by the way it jiggles beneath his palm. Precum oozes deliciously from his tip, adding even more lubrication to your already soaked hole. He could cum just from the sight of your pretty lips glistening under the moon light and street lamps. He's so close to just giving in and making both of you feel good, when he hears your voice breaking through his clouded thoughts.

He feels like he's got water in his head, though your little "Please uck me Jay, need your cock," is loud and clear. Without further stalling, he lines his aching tip up with your hole, awestruck at the way it clenches around nothing, before he finally sinks in, after what felt like hours and hours of foreplay. You almost collapse, the only thing preventing your hips from dropping to the side is Jason's firm grasp on your suit, using the cutouts on your side as leverage to pull you back against him.

Even through all the wetness, he stretches you out, his cock filling you up so perfectly it makes your eyes roll back into your skull. Jason's head lolls back, a deep groan escaping the bottom of his chest at the feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping his cock. "Fuckin' perfect," He doesn't waste any time, his hips slowly moving to drag his cock back and forth inside you, his tip catching along your walls.

He's mindlessly babbling at this point, cooing about how good you feel, about how you were made for his cock, his hands white-knuckle gripping your suit. He speeds up, his cock tapping against your cervix in a way that has your stomach doing flips. "Faster Jay! Please, please please!" You pant, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as your hips chase after his.

How could he deny you when your voice is like honey in his ears, and your skin feels like silk. He feels his balls tighten at your moans, his body physically reacting to your sobs, your pleads. You've got no idea what it does to his ego, to hear his favorite, icy, little princess crying for his cock. Or at least, what it would do for his ego if he wasn't solely focused on cramming every inch of his cock deep inside your tight heat.

He thrusts faster, his tip smacking rhythmically against your cervix at a bruising pace. "So fuckin' messy, this pretty pussy's so fuckin' messy," He huffs, his chest tightening with every stroke as he feels your gummy walls closing around him tightly. Without even thinking about it, he reaches down and frantically rubs at your clit, already sensitive from his mouth. "Shit, baby, ya' close?" He pulls out without warning, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your knees up to your chest, before sinking back inside you.

"Can feel ya, ngh, feel so fuckin' good." He ends each sentence with his cock. He holds your legs down with his broad shoulders, his chest pressed against yours. One hand reaches back down to rub at your clit again, his ears ringing with delight at your moans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," He huffs against your ear. "So close baby, so close." He nips and licks at your neck, his teeth occasionally tugging at your earlobe as his orgasm looms closer and closer.

Your tears run down either side of your pretty face, your skin so hot you're almost steaming in the cool Gotham air. You're just as gone as he is, if not more, your arms limply draped across your face as you mindlessly take all the pleasure he gives you. "Want-want it, Jay," You coo in his ear, or at least you think you do, your mouth is open but you can't tell if any words are actually coming out.

"Cum for me baby, let it out, need you to cum." He's begging you, his fingers losing any type of rhythm and structure, his hand grinding down desperately against your poor, tired nub. Is he crying? He feels something wet on his face, but he can't tell if it's from you or him. You aren't too far from him, lightheaded from the force of your legs pressed to up your neck.

You just need a little more, just a little more, you can feel it. You're right there, right there, right there! Are you yelling? Whatever. Your orgasm hits you so fast and so hard you're pretty sure you black out for a second. You feel like you're on a boat, the warm sun shining brightly on your skin, your body gently rocking along the tide. The waves speed up, but you're mostly numb by now, the heavy crashing barely disturbing your peaceful state of mind. The only reason you're brough out of your delusions is because you can feel something against your lips.

Your vision clears, though it's still a bit hazy. Jason's still on top of you, his eyes nearly cross as he peppers sloppy, wet kisses along your face, not even conscious enough to aim for your mouth as he begs you to cum, not realizing you already have. He's so used to making you cum first that his body won't even let him cum until he knows you have. That, of course, doesn't do him much good when he's not cognizant.

Realizing as much, you use the small amount of strength you have left in your face to hold his face still, pulling him close enough to press your lips to his. He thrust a few more times, before his hips still inside you, his thick, warm seed spilling out and staining both of your clothing with white. Sweat drips down his forehead, soaking his hair and tantalizingly trickling down his neck. He leans back, allowing your legs, which are completely useless by now, to slip off his shoulders, before he finally collapses on top of you.

You cradle his head in the crook of your neck, silently brushing the hair along his neck with your fingers, as you both rest in one anothers embrace. When your brain starts working again you'll chew him out for ruining your stakeout. For now, you'll settle with a raspy sigh. "You always do this." You sound more annoyed than you are.

He shrugs, dead serious with his response, his head still resting on your shoulder. "It's the suit, not my fault."

#bizbat #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood smut

[bluerthanvelvet444]

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Kit Walker x fem!reader

tags: smut!!

warnings: murder, blood, fingering, p in v.

summary: reader and kit get paired up in the kitchen. Kit comforts her anddddd...you can imagine what happens next.

character count: 11k. yes. 11k. lost track of length while writing the plot.

full fic under the cut ↓

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May 14th, 1964.

People always said you were meant to be a teacher, that it was your role in the world, since kindness and patience have always been your best qualities. This is how you ended up in that pre-school in Massachusetts full of little sunshines that were absolutely fond of you and saw you as their older sister. It was the best job in the world in your eyes, and you were sure you were going to spend most of your days doing it. If only you knew.

That fateful day you were wearing a trendy but simply cut canary dress, slightly accentuating your waist, perfect for the warm weather of spring. Birds’ faint singing could be heard through the open windows, The kids were sitting around small tables while doing their drawings, and you looked at them lovingly while leaning your back on the chest of drawers that kept the children’s bags.

“Teacher! Teach-!” one of the little boys exclaimed to get your attention, but you cut him off.

“Joseph, I'll be there for you in a second, let me change the song first, alright?” You turned around to put the other vinyl in the player, and the tunes of ‘Hit the road Jack’ started playing. You waited a few seconds before turning around…and that was probably the biggest mistake of your life.

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You quickly turned around as you heard that loud noise. What you saw next permanently changed your life. A tall man, all dressed in black, was holding a gun in his hands and had just shot one of your little kids. Before you could process anything, the gun was pointed at you, and…BANG! You fell to the ground. The bullet missed you and instead carved a little hole in the wall. You couldn’t feel anything, none of your senses worked, except for hearing.

Don’t you come back, no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You woke up by the police violently shaking your body. You were confused, and all around you was red. Red blood everywhere.

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At first, the police was doing a fantastic job by trying to identify the killer. You had to do so many interrogations, but you felt like with your descriptions and help, the searching for the murderer was close to an end. The case was on all the TV channels and news, the whole state was thirsty for truth. It was when the police started looking into your past that things started to go wrong. You had a previous “arrest” for gun possession. Nothing too crazy, your uncle gave you one when you first started living alone, you realized your mistake, and you were released after a few days anyways. Then the moms of the poor little angels started to spread rumors about how you were “mean” to kids. That of course wasn’t true, they have always been pretty jealous of a young woman who got along with their children better than them. And you tried to explain that to the police, but they just seemed to get more suspicious. They believed that you randomly went crazy and shot all the kids, that would’ve explained how you were the only one who survived too.

Before you could know it you were charged of murderer, and your life sentence was to spend your whole life in an asylum. As bad as the situation was, you were hopeful that you were going to be treated better in an asylum than jail.

You were wrong. Briarcliff Manor was just another way to say hell. Nuns treated you horribly-except Mary Eunice- god bless that poor soul- and Dr. Arden was a living nightmare. You tried to stay as far as possible from him once you heard all the stories of his victims. People were REALLY crazy there…except one. Her name was Pepper. Sister Jude had introduced you two, insisting that you could bond over “baby murder”. You thought she really did it at first, so you kept distance. Pepper insisted on interacting with you, repeating the word “friend”. You glared at her, spitting words harshly.

“I'm not a murderer like you.”

Pepper frowned and started crying. Now she was saying the word “baby.” It was weird but, you felt sorry for her…something in you told you that she may have been not guilty. She dragged you into the library, then she showed you a magazine with the face of the popular star “Elsa Mars.”

“Mom.” She said, you looked at her confused, then Pepper pointed at the sentence written in the magazine “Elsa used to own a Freakshow before…” it was clear to you then.

“Did she put you here?” You asked. Pepper shook her head and mumbled the word “Sister”.

After a few weeks of befriending her, it was clear to you that Pepper was the living representation of “never judge a book by its cover”.

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Two months later.

You were playing-at least trying to play-chess with pepper in the common room.

“Pepper, you can't move two pawns together…only one.”

She laughed and moved another one. Your attention was now brought to a woman who seemed new in that place.

“Uhm…you know what, pepper? You win! Congratulations!” You said a little white lie so you could meet the mysterious woman. Pepper smiled and laughed happily, and started wandering around. You got up and walked towards the new presence. She looked lost, confused, angry but definitely not crazy. You sat in front of her and tried to put on a friendly smile.

“Hi… I noticed you from across the room. Who are you?”

The woman looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel judged and studied by those piercing eyes, in a quiet voice, she replied.

“Lana. Lana Winters.”

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Time passed. Every day was the same as the one before, torturing and boring. You bonded with Lana too after you acknowledged her story, and she told you about the secret tunnel and how she planned to escape. The occasion came soon when unexpectedly, one random night, cells opened. You insisted on bringing Pepper with you in the escape attempt, and you three ran for your lives. While running, though, pepper decided to take another path. You stopped and whisper-yelled at her to come back, but she didn't listen to you. As soon as Lana noticed you stopping, she dragged you with her, telling you to not waste time, and while you were running, Kit walker caught up with you two. You didn’t know much about him, so you didn't really mind him trying to escape too, but apparently Lana did. You heard her yelling.

“HELP! He’s escaping! The killer is escaping!”

You tried to shush her, but before you knew it, you were captured.

You and kit were then bent over Sister Jude’s desk, while she praised Lana and allowed her to choose the cane you were going to be punished with. You were surprised when Kit took the blame on himself, letting you free and gaining more lashes for himself.

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After a few days, you found yourself paired up with Kit on kitchen chores. You stood there in silence, lost in your thoughts while kit prepared the dough.

“You okay over there, suga’? You haven’t said a word.” You were brought back to reality at the sound of his deep voice and smooth accent. You gulped.

“Yeah… I-I’m fine. Just thinking…” You heard him sigh.

“It’s because of what they say about me…ain’t that right? I’m many things, darlin’, but I’m not a murderer. So, don’t be scared.”

You looked at him furrowing your brows and shook your head.

“No…it’s not because of that- I don’t think you’re a killer- I just… I’m just worried. Worried about Pepper. She’s nowhere to be found, a-and I feel guilty. So guilty. I should’ve followed her and brought her back.”

He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Oh, don’t say that, suga’. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably out there livin’ her best life.”

You sighed and replied nervously.

“You and I both know that isn’t true. She’s wearing a fucking gown, and her looks don’t help either. If she actually managed to get out, she’s already got caught.” You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands touching your shoulders. He gently caressed your arm from behind and spoke with a kind tone.

“Hey-hey- calm down, suga’. Whatever happened to Pepper, it’s not your fault. Don’t be so harsh with yourself. You tried to stop her, there was nothin’ else you could do.”

You sighed and leaned into his gentle touch.

“I just hope she’s fine. She’s an innocent soul…I could never live with it if something bad happened to her.”

He took your hands in his.

“You don’t belong here. In Briarcliff.”

You sighed and let yourself relax in his arms. He whispered in your ear.

“You need a distraction, suga’.”

you then felt his cold hand on your exposed inner thigh. You looked up at him, your cheeks slowly turning red.

“Shhh… Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and looked down as his fingers made their way to your exposed folds under your gown. He sighed as he ran a finger over your slit, and peppered gentle kisses on the side of your face. He started slowly circling your clit. His big hands felt like heaven on you and you couldn’t help but buckle your hips towards his hand, sweetly whining for more. He flashed you with a tender smile and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. His fingers shifted position, so his thumb was now grazing your clit while one of his digits made its way to your entrance, gently pushing in. You gasped and let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouth making contact with yours. He inserted another finger in, stretching you and slowly thrusting inside.

“Ah… Faster Kit…please…” you whined softly.

“Whatever you say, suga’.”

He started moving his fingers faster, making your back arch as he hit that sweet spot perfectly. He kept going until he felt your whines grow louder, and right before you could cum, he suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“mhhhph….w-why did you stop?”

He chuckled and have you a loving kiss on your lips.

“I wanna be inside of you…suga’…is that okay, mh?”

You nodded eagerly, and he picked you up to set you on the counter. He grabbed your waist with his veiny hands and leaned in to crush your lips together. His tongue swirled around yours as you sloppily made out. You pulled your lips away from his and whispered.

“w-what if they catch us?”

“They won’t. I’ll be quick, love.”

He lifted your gown once again and settled between your legs. He groaned as he rushed to lift his gown, and he hissed while lining up your entrance with his needy cock. He immediately began pounding in your poor cunt. His thrusts were fast and sloppy. As you whined for the sudden roughness, he whispered right next to your ear in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry suga’. Been too long since I've touched a woman.”

You moaned as your legs clung to his body, and you had to adjust to the new position. Not long after, between dough and adrenaline for the fear of being caught, he sped up his thrusts until you came with a loud moan that he tried to muffle with his hand. At the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he cummed inside you right away with a deep groan. You panted for a few seconds before getting off the counter and regaining your decency. He pressed a loving kiss on your lips and gently caressed your hair. You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace, and while thinking about everything that had happened so far, a sudden thought came to your mind.

“Kit…why did you stand up for me when Sister Jude wanted to punish us?”

He put his chin on your head, and with a sweet smile plastered on his face, he spoke.

“I followed your case on the TV before gettin’ locked up' here. I always thought ya were innocent…”

He chuckled and pressed gently his lips on your hair.

“…and cute.”

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My own Mudblood 3

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You woke up later than you would have liked, frustrated that you likely missed breakfast. You had stayed up far longer than you should have, replaying Draco’s voice over and over in your head. “Good girl,” he had praised, and though you knew he was being condescending, you couldn’t help but blush thinking about it. Was he always such a jerk or was it the war that did it to him? What was it like for him, having to live by his family’s impossibly strict rules of blood purity, their allegiance to the dark lord and having to serve him at such a young age? You had only been at a regular muggle highschool at that age, going shopping on weekends with your friends. Your eyes welled up thinking of your friends you had left behind, not able to tell them where you were going or why. While you would shop, and read and watch TV at that age, though they were more innocent hobbies than others in your grade, it was nothing compared to what Draco would have had to do then. He was just a boy you thought empathetically, before quickly snapping out of it. He doesn’t deserve sympathy, You tried to tell yourself, He’s an asshole. But still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it still affected him.

You got out of bed, covering yourself with your favourite silk nightgown to go and have a shower. You stepped into the oversized shower and let the hot water warm your skin. You tried to wash away the anger of having to move into the manor, and the anger and unwanted attraction toward Draco. You washed your body, mentally ridding yourself the embarrassment of having to be tutored by him.

You finally turned off the water and as you stepped out to grab one of the many soft towels when the door swung open. Your hands flew to your body to try and cover yourself as you turned to see who was there, and of course, it was Draco. You had sworn you locked it. He stared at you with the cat-that-got-the-canary grin he wore so well, and shook his head slowly.

“You need to learn to lock doors behind you,” he laughed, not taking his eyes off your body.

“You need to learn to knock!” you yelled, face burning up. He stared at you with clear amusement and lust, not trying to hide his wandering gaze. You wrapped the towel around yourself but before you could yell anymore, he interrupted your thoughts.

“Don’t get worked up mudblood. You have your first lesson today. Be ready in your room in 10,” He ordered and left. You splashed cold water on your flushed face and tried to calm your bubbling anger before pulling a t-shirt over your head and stepping into some shorts. You figured though they were short, it wasn’t another skirt for Draco to scold you over. After running a brush through your hair and taking a deep breath, you walked back to your room across the hall.

Draco was already in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed. Now that he wasn’t in the steamy bathroom, while you were stood naked, you were able to take a better look at him. He was wearing black dress pants, a white button down and black shoes. Overdressed in his own house, you mentally scoffed, though you couldn’t help but stare. His platinum blonde hair was combed back neatly and his brow was raised, looking at you.

“What?” you snapped.

“Nothing, I just don’t know how they expect me to treat you like a sister if you’re going to keep showering with the door unlocked,” He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he watched your confused face turn into a scowl. You stormed closer to him and shoved him by his chest and he just laughed. “Rough. I like it.”

“Just, fucking, Ugh leave me alone!” You were already frustrated at his teasing and you held back tears of anger and embarrassment.

“Shhh I’m sorry, don’t have a sook,” Though his words were condescending, his voice was soft and apologetic. “Get your wand out and we’ll get started,” he ordered and you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes still pricked with tears. “Fine,” you choked out and did as he said. You sat on the bed next to him, wand in hand and waited for him to start.

“Have you used it yet?” he asked, nodding to your wand. You shook your head sheepishly, begging yourself not to get too embarrassed.

“Jesus, okay,” He looked surprised. “Let me show you something,” He said and grabbed your hand, leading you to the door. “Lock the door from the inside and come out with me,” He ordered. You did as he said, stepping out into the hallway with him and closing the locked door. He pointed his wand at the doorknob, his voice low and smooth “Alohomora.”

The door unlocked and he opened it. He locked it from inside and closed it once more.

“Now you try,” He said. You pointed your wand at the door, holding it awkwardly in your hand. “No, like this,” He said from behind you. He reached around you, repositioning your hand and holding his over your own. His skin was warm and soft, and you were finally able to make out the snake on his signet ring. “His breath tickled your ear as he leaned down and whispered in your ear “Say it.” You felt the goosebumps rise on your skin and you tried to ignore the shiver in your spine.

“Alohomora,” you said, trying to sound confident in yourself. The door unlocked and you sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Thank you what?” He said, cockiness in his eyes. You stared at him confused for a moment before you replied.

“Thank you Draco,” He seemed pleased with himself and you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself too for finally casting your first spell, despite his condescension. Though you appreciated being sheltered from it after learning of the war, you still felt like a failure to have never learned the skills as a child like every other witch and wizard. You had to be thankful to your new step-family for teaching you now.

“Good girl,” There it was again, And it had the same effect on you as it did the night before. Something fluttered in your lower stomach and your breath hitched in your throat. You looked up at him with a shy smile, his praise replaying in your mind. His face was neutral, not brooding as usual but not smiling back either. It was hard to tell what he was thinking and wondering was no use. He looked down at you, eyes swimming with something as you stood with your neck craned to look up at him. He finally broke the silence and his voice filled the otherwise quiet room.

“I thought you should know how I got in to tell you about our lesson before,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling up into a wicked grin. You realised what he meant and your mouth dropped along with your stomach.

“You..You unlocked the door to see me naked?” You started to yell, eyes wide with fury. He held his hands up in fake defeat.

“Oh stop, I just needed to tell you about your lesson. You being naked was just a plus.”

You were beyond angry at the invasion of privacy, but excitement started to build in your chest at the same time. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as anxiety, but you knew the feeling all too well. The same feeling you ignored when his hand rested on yours minutes before. You couldn’t let your step-brother know how you were feeling, so you tried to put up more of a fight.

“Don’t you ever do that again. You…you” you stuttered when he grabbed you by the cheeks, squeezing your face and angling it up to look into his eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do in my own house, mudblood. I know what you were thinking at dinner last night,” His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him. Your heart pounded against your chest and you wanted to pull away, but you froze in place. You were caught between feeling helpless, and liking it anyway. His fingertips pressed into your face and your hip, and his grey eyes seemed to darken as they pierced through yours. You were so lost in the feeling, you almost forgot what he said until he continued.

“I know about your dirty little secret. I know behind your hate for me, you really want to see what’s under my clothes. I also know you didn’t just agree to our little lessons to learn spells,” His face gave nothing away, except the lust that danced in his eyes. He pulled you closer so your chest was pressed against his stomach, and you drew in a sharp breath as you felt him hard against you. “That’s what you did to me with your little fantasies last night,” he spoke, barely a whisper in your ear. You could feel the heat pool between your legs that were now shaking and barely holding you up, but you tried again to resist.

“I don’t know what you’re on about. I..I didn’t do anything last night,” you said, though in the back of your mind, you had already accepted that he must have had some way to read your mind. You felt your cheeks burn but you almost liked the invasion of privacy that it was. You liked that he had that over you as much as it scared you.

“Don’t act dumb. You do have quite the imagination in that pretty little head of yours, don’t you?” Before you could answer, He grabbed your wrist, pressing your hand on his growing bulge, letting out a quiet moan as he did so. He started unbuttoning his black shirt.

“No..no you can’t,” you stuttered out, only to be met by a low chuckle.

“No? I’m just showing you what you wanted to see. Don’t try and tell me you weren’t wondering what’s under here” he raised a brow as he undid the last button.

Against your better judgement, your gaze travelled down his chest and you notice the many deep scars and marks. Then you noticed it. The dark mark that still painted the perfect porcelain skin on his arm. You stared a little longer than you probably should have before he stepped close to you again.

“You happy now hmm?” he asked and you nodded, almost in a trance.He put his other hand to your hip and lifted you up. Before you could resist, or even think clearly, You wrapped your legs around him. He laid you down on your bed and you rolled your hips up, desperate for the contact against him again but he just hovered, not giving you what you wanted.

He traced his finger up your thigh and you were torn between pushing him off you and begging for more. You had never gone this far with anyone, and to finally do so with Draco felt wrong, but you didn’t have the strength to stop. His cologne filled your head when too much want.

“This is wrong Draco get off. You’re my step-brother” you barely whispered, silently hoping he wouldn’t.

He pressed his hand over your mouth and shushed you. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t want this” He said as he leaned over to grab his wand. He cast a silencing spell on the room so their parents wouldn't hear then, before looking back down at you. He grabbed your wrists, holding them both above your head with one hand as the other came between your bodies. His finger traced your lower stomach before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them down your legs and off your body. He moaned in approval and dragged a finger over your underwear. They were already soaked through and his eyes widened as he felt it.

“Fuck, are you seriously this wet for your step brother already?” he mocked as he started to rub circles on your clit, over your panties. You tried to argue but all that came from your mouth was a whimper. You were already growing impatient and bucked your hips up for more but he stopped you with a light smack to your clit. You yelped in a mixture of pleasure and pain, which was met with a satisfied smirk.

Finally, he pulled your panties off your legs, stuffing them in his pocket. “Mine,” he said in a low voice before he leaned down kissing up your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat and watched as his blonde hair fell in a perfect mess.

He licked up your slit and you moaned from the sudden, wet contact. You felt him smile between your legs as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked lightly. The part of your mind that told you to stop, that it was wrong, was long lost and ignored and your head fell back against the pillow.

He lifted his face off you and you whimpered at the loss of contact, meeting his gaze from between your thighs.

“Please,” you begged pathetically, desperate for him in a way that was new to you.

“Please what? Use your words, mudblood,”

For the first time, his name for you didn’t enrage you.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged through heavy breaths.

“Look who finally found her manners,” he grinned before his mouth found its way back to your clit. He gripped your thigh with his large hands before he pushed a finger into your soaked cunt, curling it before pulling almost all the way out again. He repeated at a steady pace before he added another finger. His rings felt cold against you, and you rolled your hips up at the new sensation.

“F-Fuck Draco,” you let out, loud enough that without the silencing spell on the room, you would have both been caught out. Though you had never been able to make yourself cum, the feeling winding up in your lower stomach told you that this time you would, and soon. Your first orgasm belonging to Draco made your head spin, but you were too far gone to stop yourself, or him. You gripped his hair, legs starting to shake uncontrollably on either side of him.

“I-I’m -“ you started to say and Draco cut you off,

“That’s it, mudblood let it out,” he said before circling your clit with his tongue. Between that, his fingers working on you and his gruff voice coaxing you closer, you felt yourself start to peak, and finally come undone. Your back arched and mouth fell into an O, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess. He slowed down, but kept his fingers in you curling, as you rode out your high, moaning his name over and over. He lifted himself up, kissing your thighs as he did so, and layed beside you in the bed.

Your chest was rising and falling as you came back to your senses slowly. Though you knew what you did was wrong, and couldn’t be undone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it either. He looked at you with pride written all over his normally stoic face. You hid your face against his chest in embarrassment, and to your surprise, he stroked your hair, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You had expected him to laugh at you, call you names, or to demand you return the favour but he didn’t. Finally, you spoke up, with a shaky breath.

“I- that- that was my first-“

“I think you mean thank you,” he said,cutting you off and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Next time I won’t be so nice,” he added, and despite your lack of experience, the thought excited you.

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[thebigbadbatswife]

Ulterior Motives

Pairings - Batman x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re starting to suspect the only reason Batman keeps pushing your buttons is so that you will end up underneath him.

Warnings - 18+ content, smut, hate sex, rough sex, protected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, arguments.

A/N - Merry Christmas! While this is not an xmas fic it is an xmas present for all of you who have been patiently waiting for the third part of Under Your Skin! I hope you all enjoy! 💜

Taglist - At end of fic. If you would like to be added or removed, please message me.

Word Count - 2.4k

You gasped loudly as Batman thrusted up into you. He had you up against the wall. One of his hands was hooked underneath one of your legs, holding it up and giving him better access to you. While the other hand held your wrists, restraining your hands behind your back.

The two of you were on the Watchtower, in your designated quarters. Every member of the Justice League was assigned their own as they were a great place to crash after a long mission. As it turned out, they were also great for impromptu after mission sex. 

You couldn’t remember the argument that had led to it this time. Not really.  All thought of it had fizzled and popped from your head from the moment he had you up against the wall.

It was so stupid! You had never met anyone who made your blood boil and made you so incredibly wet at the same time. One minute you wanted to send him out of the airlock, the next you wanted him bending you over a table while he fucked you hard. It was so infuriating!

Was how he viewed you similar?

Did it even matter?

You moaned loudly as the head of his cock continuously hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. As far as you knew, the Watchtower was empty of anyone who could potentially overhear. And even if it wasn’t, after an incident involving Green Arrow and Black Canary, all private quarters had been soundproofed.

The breath was stolen from your lungs by a particularly hard thrust. He released the grip he had on your wrists and his hand came up and gently wrapped around your throat. Out of instinct, your hand covered his. You turned your head to the side and he leaned in. The kiss was a clash of tongue and teeth, a fight for dominance neither of you were willing to lose.

His pace remained relentless and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. Your free hand slipped between your legs and you began to rub your clit.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, breaking the kiss. You were so, so close. Just a little more and you would be up on cloud nine. “I’m going to…”

“Then cum,” he growled.

He applied some pressure to your throat. Not enough to cut off your oxygen, but enough to add to the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as pleasure burned through your body. He gave a few more thrusts before he reached his own climax, with a deep groan. 

Batman released the grip he had on your throat and leg, but continued to hold your shaking body close to his, making sure that you didn’t fall. After sex, as you both came down from your highs, was really the only time that you weren’t at each other’s throats. The two of you were almost civil.

Once you had stopped shaking and you were stable on your feet, he pulled out of you and moved away from you.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He had his back to you, giving you a good look at the scars that covered him. There were a lot of them, jagged across the entire expanse of his back. There was certainly far more than any one person should have. Sure, you had felt them when he had you beneath him and your hands had found purchase there, but seeing them was a completely different story.

You couldn’t help, but wonder how many of them had come close to killing him. You knew that it was a morbid thought, but you imagined that it was likely the same thought many others had had when they first laid eyes on his scars.

The only part of his body that appeared to be relatively untouched was his ass and it was a damn fine ass. You might hate his guts, but you could still appreciate his assets and you certainly wouldn’t mind sinking your teeth into that one.

You were beginning to ache again. You could really do with another round.

You moved away from the wall and toward your bed. You flopped onto it, onto your back. You could feel Batman’s eyes on you, watching you intently as your hand glided down your body. You gasped softly at how sensitive you were, as you began to play with your clit.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get over here and fuck me? Or is the great Batman only good enough for one round?” you taunted.

That snapped him from whatever he had been thinking. Once he had discarded the used condom for a fresh one, he was on you again. You moaned loudly as he entered you, up to the hilt, in a single thrust. His hands came behind your knees and pushed your legs up by your head. Thankfully you were flexible, otherwise you were certain you would’ve been very uncomfortable.

The pace he set was punishing and all you could do was grip the covers as he pounded into you. You had asked if he was going to fuck you and he was certainly delivering.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he growled in your ear, making your pussy clench around his cock. “Me fucking you sensless?” 

The only response you could muster was a long drawn out moan of his name.

“You sound so much better moaning my name,” he groaned.

Any response that you could have come up with was lost as the feeling of his cock moving inside of you, hitting that sweet spot, had your brain turning to mush. How was it possible he could make you feel so good?

Your orgasm took you by surprise, your back arching as your eyes rolled back into your head. The bed began to squeak from the force of his thrusts, as he showed no signs of stopping. You went from one orgasm to the next, quickly losing count of how many times he made you come.

Batman stilled, burying himself deep within you, as he groaned. He released your legs, letting them fall back to the bed before he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you, breathing heavily.

You felt boneless and your eyelids were quickly growing heavy. You were so exhausted and falling asleep so quickly that you didn’t register the gentle way he moved you up the bed, to the pillows, and under the covers.

When you woke up, it took you a moment to remember where you were and what had taken place, before you had fallen asleep. Though sore in certain places, you felt great. At least Batman was good for something.

You were about to roll onto your back and stretch, when you realised that there was a calloused hand resting on your hip. He was still here? You had expected him to leave the second the two of you were finished.

You remained relaxed and continued to fein sleep. You knew the second you moved he would stop and you were curious as to what he was doing. His fingers and thumb were running random circles against your skin, occasionally tracing one of the scars that decorated your body. It felt… nice. That was the only way you could think to describe it.

It ended as quickly as it began however and you felt the bed move as he got up. You could hear him moving around the room, no doubt collecting up the pieces of his suit that were strewn across the room. You knew when he had finished dressing by the loud click of his utility belt. You listened to the muffled sound of his heavy boots as he walked across the carpet and toward the door. You heard the door open and there was a pause, like he was… hesitating? No, that wasn’t right. Whatever made him stop, it didn’t stop him for long and soon enough the door shut and you were alone.

You rolled onto your back, looking in the direction of the door. What the hell had that been about?

The next couple of arguments you remembered, but not for the arguments themselves, but rather what they had led to. Which had been you on top of him doing your best to keep quiet so that no one would discover the two of you.

As you laid in the dark, alone, completely relaxed from your orgasm, you thought about the most recent argument. Now that the heat of the moment was over and you were calm, you realised just how stupid his reason for starting it had been. In fact, most recent arguments with him had been over the stupidest of things.

That was when it hit you, he was starting these fights simply so that he could get you alone and have sex with you. How had you not seen it before? No wonder so many of them had started to feel forced.

That made you angry, at both yourself and him. Yourself because you couldn’t believe you had fallen for it and at him because was he truly that incapable of expressing what actually he wanted so he had to rile you up instead? It was bullshit and you were so completely done. Next time an argument broke out between you, you were going to call him out on it.

“What the hell is your problem?” you yelled. “Seriously, it doesn’t matter what I do, whether I follow your orders to a T or I take charge when others are otherwise indisposed, none of it is good enough!” 

The two of you were up on a rooftop in Star City, having helped out Black Canary and Green Arrow with several of the escaped supervillains.

“At first I thought it was because you wanted to make sure that I was cut out for this, but now”— you shook your head —“now I think it’s because you want me to quit. I mean, that’s it right? For whatever reason you’ve decided I’m no longer good enough and now you’re doing everything you can to make sure that I do!”

Batman shook his head. “None of this is about you,” he snapped. “Every day millions of lives depend on us to keep them safe, but not everyone is capable of dealing with the burden. So if me making sure you can deal with it is me pushing you to quit, then maybe you never should have joined the League in the first place!”

Your fists clenched and the sudden urge to deck him filled you. You knew no one would blame you if you did, but you fought the urge. Besides, he had likely already read your body language and would easily catch your fist before it came anywhere close to his face. You took a deep breath and unclenched your fists.

“You're so full of shit. If you had originally thought for even a second that I was incapable I never would have set foot on the Watchtower! And don’t you dare try to lie to me because multiple people have told me as much!”

You took several steps toward him. Batman towered over you, like he did with practically everyone, but you weren’t afraid of him. At the end of the day, like you, he was only human. Just a man in a suit who was so emotionally repressed it was almost laughable.

“And I’m done with your constant nitpicking of the smallest detail just so you can rile me up and fuck me. So next time you want to fuck, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”

You didn’t wait for a response. Instead you spun around on your heels and marched off. You knew what his game was and you refused to play it anymore.

Weeks later you found yourself in the Watchtower’s kitchen, sitting at the table with a nearly empty glass of water in front of you. Your body was bruised and battered, much like the rest of the Justice League. Luthor had given it his all, but, like always, it hadn’t come close to being enough and he was back behind bars. Not that he would be there for long. Men like him never were.

The rest of the League weren’t about, having returned to their homes or quarters to rest. You wouldn’t mind going home yourself, having some greasy fast food followed by a bubble bath and then crawling into bed for a long sleep. The only thing stopping you was the fact you would have to walk past the laboratory that you knew Batman was in.

Ever since that night in Star City, you and him had not shared any words with each other unless it was right before, during or right after a mission. Not even any angry words. You both had actually been somewhat civil. You thought the lack of fighting would make you feel better, relieved even, but instead you found yourself more irritated than before. It wasn’t the arguments you missed however, but rather what had started to follow them in recent months. Your body ached for his and no matter how you went about relieving the ache nothing came close to satisfying you quite like he did.

You wondered if he was feeling the same way. Not that it mattered if he did. Neither of you would ever actually admit it after all. Both of you were far too proud and stubborn.

You downed the rest of your water before you began to slowly get up from your chair. You were going to have to walk past the laboratory sooner or later so it might as well be now. You hissed in pain as the leg you had injured protested against you. Using the table, you steadied yourself. You knew that the following morning was going to suck.

Reaching the zeta tubes had been easier than you had thought it would be, your injured leg not hindering you as much as you thought it might. 

You input your details into the console and selected your destination. You were about to hit the enter button when the feeling of eyes on you had you looking away from the screen to check behind you.

Standing in the doorway was Batman. What the hell did he want? You mentally shook your head. No, you really didn’t care right now. You had takeout menus and a bubble bath waiting for you. You looked away and hit the enter button.

“I’m really not interested, Batman,” you told him before stepping away from the console and into the blinding light of the active zeta tube, leaving him alone on the Watchtower.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻   𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (not taking requests)

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

                                                 ⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Game of Thrones / Merlin ⇢🦋Merlin and Pod pining over you would include ⇢🦋Jaskier and Jesper pining over you would include ⇢🦋Ivar with a Targaryen s/o would include

𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 & 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 🌹

↳ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.”

⭑ Feyre Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and rhysand

⭑ Rhysand ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and feyre ⭑ Cassian ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and nesta ⭑ Azriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Mor ⇢ fancast

⭑ Amren ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Nesta Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and cassian ⭑ Elain Archeron ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lucien ⇢ fancast

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓🥕

↳ "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ."

⭑ Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto ⇢ being the new employee at the shop would include

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 🏴‍☠️

↳ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.”

⭑ John Silver ⇢ being a fearsome pirate and married to him would include

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟🌷

↳ "ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ɢʀʀ’ ɪɴ ɢɪʀʟ?“

⭑ Buffy Summers ⇢ dating would include  ⭑ Willow Rosenberg ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Angel ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Xander Harris ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Rupert Giles ⇢ being his s/o would include 

⭑ Spike ⇢ with a short s/o would include ⇢ with a british s/o would include ⇢ with a trans ftm s/o would include ⇢ smitten spike (imagine/drabble) ⇢ how he would win your love ⭑ Faith Lehane ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎  🍃

↳"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being a fairy and the pevensie’s s/o, visiting them in the human world would include

⭑ High King Peter the Magnificent  ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Queen Susan the Gentle ⇢ being a fawn & dating her would include

⭑ King Edmund the Just ⇢ being his wife and part narnian would include

⭑ Queen Lucy the Valiant  ⇢ being her best friend would include  ⇢ being Lilliandil’s sister and lucy falling in love with you would include

⭑ Prince Caspian  ⇢ being married to him would include

⭑ Eustace ⇢ visiting narnia with him would include

⭑ Mr Tumnus  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝐷𝐶 ⚖️

↳"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?”

⭑ Harley Quinn ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & ivy would include ⭑ Black Canary ⇢ being a vigilante & her s/o would include ⭑ Poison Ivy ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & harley would include ⇢ being a gotham city siren & dating Ivy would include ⭑ Selina Kyle/Catwoman ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Wonder Woman ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Aquaman ⇢ being a gotham city siren as well as his s/o would include

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 & 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ."

⭑ Visenya Targaryen ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a Velaryon and her s/o would include

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aegon Targaryen  ⇢ fancast

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ♔

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.“

⭑ Daenarys Targaryen ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⭑ Sansa Stark ⇢ being her wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and margaery would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and dany would include ⇢ her falling in love with a serving girl would include

⭑ Robb Stark ⇢ being a secret lannister and his wife would include ⭑ Jon Snow ⇢ being his s/o would include ⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet ��� Podrick Payne ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Brienne of Tarth ⇢ being her chaotic s/o would include ⭑ Margaery Tyrell ⇢ being a baratheon and her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⇢ being Dany’s sister & in a secret relationship w/ Margaery would include ⇢ how she would comfort her s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ being a Targaryen and his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⚡️

↳"ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.”

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇺​🇩​🇪​🇷​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ Smut with them includes ⇢ the marauders as dads would include

🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ the gryffindors as dads would include

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ dating would include ⇢ your wedding 

⭑ Hermione Granger ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Ron Weasley ⇢ being his chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ being muggle-born and his s/o would include

⭑ Neville Longbottom  ⇢ being married would include

⭑ Luna Lovegood  ⇢ having a transgender s/o would include

⭑ Draco Malfoy

⭑ James Potter ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and remus would include

⭑ Sirius Black ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Remus Lupin ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and james would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 ※

↳“ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!”

⭑ Kili ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 🐉

↳"ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪᴅ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ reacting to a bad dream  ⇢ holidays with them would include ⇢ how they show their love

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her, daemon & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and alicent would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being his s/o and bonding with caraxes would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, harwin & rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & aemond would include ⇢ with a chinese dragon seed s/o would include

⭑ Ser Harwin Strong ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him and rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, daemon & rhaenyra would include ⇢ first interaction ⇢ him falling in love with you would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen II ⇢ her falling in love with a younger woman would include

⭑ Alicent Hightower ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and rhaenyra would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being a stark and married would include ⇢ with a dragon seed s/o who claimed cannibal would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with an enfp wife would include

⭑ Jacaerys Velaryon ⇢ fancast ⇢ being the firstborn baratheon princess, a witch and his s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠🥂

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ!"

⭑ Katniss Everdeen ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟: 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 🗡

↳“ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?”

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ being betrothed would include (pirate!reader)

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ֍

↳ “ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.”

⭑ Aragorn  ⇢ with a chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being his pregnant wife would include

⭑ Arwen ⇢ being a witch under gandalf & her s/o would include

⭑ Boromir ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈 ☾

↳ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.“

⭑ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch ⇢ being Ultron! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being WandaVisions! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & nat would include ⭑ Natasha Romanoff ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & wanda would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & steve would include ⭑ Yelena Belova ⇢ being a witch & yelena’s s/o ⭑ Druig ⇢ being a witch and dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & bucky would include ⭑ Steven Grant / Mr Knight ⇢ steven helps reader while at work on her periods ⇢ how you & steven got together ⇢ dating the avator of Ra would include

⭑ Frank Castle ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Frost Giant Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Thor ⇢ dating endgame thor would include ⭑ Bucky Barnes ⇢ being his plus-sized s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & druig would include ⭑ Steve Rogers ⇢ with a plus-size s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & nat would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛  ♚

↳"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ?"

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ how the knights show their love ⇢ how they court you ⇢ the knights as fathers ⇢  your first time together

⭑ Merlin ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a s/o who doesn’t have magic would include

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ falling in love with a kindhearted witch would include

⭑ Queen Guinevere ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and morgana would include

⭑ Morgana ⇢ being a princess who falls in love with her would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and gwen would include

⭑ Sir Percival ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

⭑ Sir Lancelot ⇢ being fae and his wife would include

⭑ Sir Gawaine ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being merlin’s best friend and having a crush on gwaine would include

⭑ Sir Leon ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Sir Elyan ⇢  a journey with him would include

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✧

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.”

⭑ Thomas Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Alfie Solomons ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Arthur Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ John Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Ada Shelby ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 ☠

↳"ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.“

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ him being fond of you would include

⭑ Elizabeth Swann ⇢ being her pirate s/o would include

⭑ Will Turner ⇢ being an immortal pirate & his s/o would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 ✺

↳ "ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ.”

⭑ Kaz Brekker ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Inej Ghafa ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Alina Starkov ⇢ being her s/o would include (sfw)

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ being an inferni grisha & her best friend would include

⭑ Zoya Nazyalensky ⇢ protective headcanons ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & genya would include ⇢ with an INTP s/o would include

⭑ Matthias Helvar ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Genya Safin ⇢ being her gf would include ⇢ zoya’s younger sister being with genya would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & zoya would include ⭑ Nikolai Lantsov ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a pirate s/o would include

The Darkling ⇢ being a moon summoner and his s/o would include

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠 ⛺

↳ "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ: ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ."

⭑ James Cook  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦 🍀

↳"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.“

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

・how they act when they have a crush on you

⭑ Jax Teller ⇢ being his old lady would include

⭑ Chibs Telford ⇢ being his old lady would include

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ☢

↳"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

ᴍɪsᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs:

─ being the resident badass in hawkins ─ being a witch in the hawkins group ─ being the chessmaster with heart in hawkins ─ being the cranky grandparent in the hawkins group ─ being the wine aunt/uncle in the hawkins group ─ movie night with the gang

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being their short s/o would include

⭑ Eddie Munson ⇢ dating would include ⇢ modern dating headcanons ⇢ Vampire! Eddie headcanons  ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ s/o with arthiritist would include ⇢ drabble from his secret admirer ⇢ nsfw alphabet ⇢ having a platonic autistic relationship would include ⇢ with an ENFP s/o

⭑ Steve Harrington ⇢ babysitting w/ steve  ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a relationship like goose & carol ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include ⇢ your cat liking steve includes

⭑ Jim Hopper ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Joyce Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Jonathan Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Argyle ⇢ dating would include ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include

⭑ Nancy Wheeler ⇢ dating would include ⇢ lil date drabble ⭑ Robin Buckley ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Chrissy Cunningham ⇢ going on a date would include

𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♚

↳ “ɴᴏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ— ɪꜰ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ.”

⭑ Aelin Galathynius ⇢ fancast ⭑ Rowan Whitethorn ⇢ fancast

⭑ Dorian Havilliard ⇢ fancast

⭑ Manon Blackbeak ⇢ fancast ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Yrene Towers ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch and her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Chaol Westfall ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aedion Ashryver ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lysandra ⇢ fancast

⭑ Elide Lochan ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Lorcan Salvaterre  ⇢ fancast

⭑ Fenrys ⇢ fancast

⭑ Gavriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his mate and looking after him would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟🌳

↳“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.”

⭑ Thomas ⇢ being with someone who has ADHD would include

⭑ Newt ⇢ jealous of his medjack gf would include

⭑ Minho ⇢ with a plus size s/o 

⭑ Gally ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a short s/o

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ✺

↳“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.”

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ the cullen’s nicknames for you

⭑ Bella Swan ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being her witch s/o would include

⭑ Edward Cullen ⇢ with a witch s/o would include

⭑ Carlisle Cullen ⇢ nsfw headcanons  ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

⭑ Esme Cullen ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rosalie Hale ⇢ being her vampire mate would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Emmett Cullen ⇢ with a witch mate would include

⭑ Alice Cullen ⇢ being a human and dating would include ⇢ having a witch mate would include

⭑ Tanya Denali ⇢ being her vampire soulmate would include

⭑ Paul Lahote ⇢ nsfw headcanons

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝟷𝟶𝟶 ⚘

↳"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ.“

⭑ Bellamy Blake ⇢ being apart of the 100 and his s/o would include

⭑ Octavia Blake ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Raven Reyes ⇢ ’the raven & the wolf’ (imagine, wife reader)

⭑ Commander Lexa ⇢ being her wife would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 ⛱

↳ "ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.”

⭑ Klaus ⇢ with a writer gf would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚔️

↳ "ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.”

⭑ Ragnar ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being with bjorn would include ⭑ Ivar ⇢ ivar with a chubby s/o

⭑ Ubbe ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 💀

↳"ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ.“

⭑ Daryl Dixon ⇢ dating would include ⇢ proposal imagine ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Rick Grimes ⇢ being coleader of the group and his s/o would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐷𝑜 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 🥀

↳“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴꜱ."

⭑ Nadja ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Guillermo ⇢ being a werewolf and his s/o would include

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟  ✶

↳ "ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ."

⭑ Yennefer of Vengerberg ⇢  nsfw headcanons

⭑ Jaskier ⇢ falling in love with a princess would include ⇢ falling in love with triss merigold’s sister would include

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

↳ "ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ. ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ."

⭑ Rip Wheeler ⇢ being his wife would include

#masterlist #navigation #dating would include #would include #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses fancast #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer headcanons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer would include #btvs #willow rosenberg #dating willow rosenberg would include #willow btvs #willow rosenberg headcanons #willow rosenberg x reader #marc spector #spike btvs #marvel #mcu #headcanons #imagines #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine

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Brats Have More Fun (5/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader thinks she's being cute by shamelessly defying the orders of her vampire boyfriend, Damian...

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW/has NSFW elements. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Chapter Tags: 18+, smut, orgasm denial, kink, sadism, masochism, flogging, sex toy, g-spot stimulation, vampire!Damian, human!Reader.

Word Count: 1,430

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Damian was very much the walking motto of ‘if they wanted to, they would…”

He lived by it, not just whenever I needed affection or a shoulder to cry on, but also when it came to handing out punishments.

Or in today’s case- funishments.

That was one of the most exciting aspects of dating a vampire; he could be anywhere at any given time in under 2 seconds if he so wished.

And sometimes I either forgot that he could, or I chose to forget and got him riled up any way that I could.

Today as we were texting back and forth, our conversation got increasingly flirtatious and my mouth got smarter, daring him to set me straight.

Being a smartass, I let Damian know that I was up to no good, wanting to bring myself some much-needed relief even though he’d explicitly told me to wait till he arrived the following week.

Naturally that was a bit too much of an agonizing wait for me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands…

I thought I was safe because Damian was currently on the road with WWE.

But one minute I was getting comfortable in our bed, in one of Damian’s T-shirts, giggling to myself after sending him a soundless video of myself with my legs spread wide atop the bed sheets and my fingers toying between my legs.

My sensitive clit was snug between my middle and ring finger, ready to make me burst.

Giggling because upon noticing the blue check mark that signaled to me that he had seen my little video message, I knew I was in deep shit.

Another thing I had definitely forgotten, was the manually and app-operated vibrator that rested snug inside my pussy.

Of course, I hadn’t forgotten that it was there necessarily, considering that every time I so much as breathed, the curved tip of the toy brushed right up against my sweet spot, making me moan softly every so often.

I could hear how wet I was, and the crude only served in making me that much more aroused.

My skin was hot to the touch, feeling tingly, as if every nerve ending before Damian even appeared.

My amusement was short lived as not 5 seconds later, the toy thrummed to life inside of me, causing my body to momentarily lock up as my mouth now hung open, the sudden pleasure trapping any tangible sound except a choked-off whimper and needy pants.

As a moan was finally ripped from my lips, a familiar deep chuckle flooded the bedroom.

“Why do you do this to yourself every time, nena?” Damian asked, his tone amused, his phone in his hand, and his brows raised halfway up to his hairline.

His face was openly playful, like the cat who caught the canary unaware as he watched me writhe and moan and pant, already feeling dangerously close to the edge.

“I don’t-… I cant- fuck!” I tried to come up with a smartassed reply now, but nothing came to mind as the pleasure ricocheted, the toy relentlessly buzzed against my sweet spot, making beads of sweet collect along my brow and on my neck, damn near every part of my body thrumming along with the vibrations of the toy.

My eyes stayed open for all 2 seconds, long enough to watch him slowly saunter into our bedroom, his brown eyes almost black as he came closer, hungrily licking his lips like a panther ready to pounce.

They closed again as Damian’s expert fingers danced teasingly along the insides of my thighs.

I whined desperately as his touch suddenly disappeared and my heartbeat picked up its pace as he moved from the edge of our bed to our closet, pulling out some of the secret compartments where we kept more toys.

Watching him grab a flogger and begin to twirl it slowly in his hands made me forget about wanting to cum momentarily.

My gaze focused on him, salivating at the way the flogger moved smoothly in his hand and the way his muscled arms flexed with each motion.

But I snapped out of it once he came back to the edge of the bed again.

“What’s your color?” Damian asked simply, trying to gauge if I was still up for what he had in store.

“Green.” I nodded and noticeably gulped at the sight of the anticipatory quirk of his lips.

He had chosen the one with the thickest tails and so I knew that it wasn’t going to hurt terribly, and yet my heart still skipped a nervous beat for what else he had in mind.

Damian ordered me to keep my legs spread, the toy still buzzing inside of me, and I jumped the first time the strands of the flogger landed along the insides of my thigh, dangerously close to my sensitive pussy.

“What’s the one thing I asked you to not to do while I was gone?” Damian asked, his tone now suddenly severe as I cried out only in slight pain as the tails of the flogger came into slight contact with my labia as he began to swing it closer and closer to my pussy.

My back arched as the flogger suddenly hit the toy, shifting it inside of me and nudging that much more against my sweet spot.

I nearly forgot that Damian had asked a question before I made myself remember.

“Uh… yo- you told me not to cum until you got back from being on tour- ungh, I’m sorry!!” I whimpered; my voice shaky as I bit my lip to the point of pain as the tails of the flogger momentarily zapped my clit.

Damian shook his head as he suddenly stopped his strikes with the flogger and flipped over in his hand, now using the handle of the flogger to tease my clit.

I cursed, groaning and whimpering from somewhere deep in my gut at the combined feeling of the toy zinging against my sweet spot and the firm handle of the flogger working the sensitive bud between my legs.

“You said that last time, princesa… I don’t know if I believe you.” Damian tsked, his voice still firm but his eyes gave away the fun he was having.

We both knew this was what I wanted.

What we both craved sometimes.

I craved to be tamed and put in my place and he craved to fulfill that for me...

“No, I- I am! I promise!” I keened, obediently keeping my hands on the sheets even as Damian settled himself between my legs, tossing the flogger to the side and replacing it with his mouth as his hands rubbed the spots on my thighs that were warmer due to the impact of the flogger.

His tongue swirled and swirled, and my stomach tightened and tightened.

 My breath quickened as I once again came dangerously close to cumming, but I let out a groan of disappointment as Damian stopped.

“Nooo. Don’t stop, please!” I begged.

Damian smirked at the desperation in my voice, surely using his powers to dive into my mind and hearing me cuss him out.

And he reached for his phone that he had set on the bedside table, but at this point, I didn’t know if I was grateful or pissed off that the buzzing against my sweet spot abruptly stopped.

I wanted to obey but I was desperate to cum.

“What number am I thinking of? 1-10.”

Oh no...

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as soon as the question left Damian’s lips, now knowing what he planned on doing.

The toy’s settings went up to 11.

If I guessed wrong, the toy would be set on the next highest setting.

“A-are you sure you have time for that?” I replied, my jaw trembled, and my teeth chattered as the need for release increasingly became too much.

“I could get to the next town in about two seconds if I wanted to. But you know that, don’t you, baby?” Damian purred, knowing I just wanted to move things along.

“In the meantime, why don’t I-… we,” he amended, chuckling to himself. “-have some fun… pick a number, princesita.” He said in a condescending tone.

His tongue rested on one of his gleaming fangs that sprung out before I could blink, that look of hungry desire never leaving his dark eyes.

I was quickly finding out that his motto wasn’t just ‘If they wanted to, they would’…

It was also ‘fuck around and find out’…

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#damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest x female reader #damian priest smut #damian priest fan fiction #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #wrestling smut #brats have more fun

[issdisgrace]

Could you do one of Asa with a Dominant male reader? Possibly even throwing in a bit of bondage. I just want to see this wall of a man crying while he’s getting dicked down.

REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, collaring, Asa is autistic fight me, also Asa is a good boy that sings like a canary in the bedroom

Today was a normal day, for the most part. Asa had gone to the hotel and would be back before dinner with my family. I tidy up and made sure to put away all the things that would hint that mine and Asa's relationship was far from a normal one. Asa was a man of power and control everywhere else, but here in our home, I was the one with the power and control. It was nice to see over the years of being with Asa just how things changed. He was once a very closed off and stiff man, but as time went on, that man was slowly replaced with a more relaxed and open man. It was a long time to get Asa to this point, but it was worth it. I wish he would be more like the man I know behind close doors with others like my family. In the 7 years of our relationship and our 3 years of marriage, I don’t think Asa has said more than an essay worth of stuff to my family. My family’s still not sure about Asa despite us being together for 7 years. Now that Asa’s in a good spot emotionally, I have hopes that this dinner will open a new door and my family will see just how good Asa is. At 5:30 I started dinner. Asa will be home any minute and my family arriving at 6. While I’m preparing the vegetables, I hear Asa come home.

“I’m in the kitchen, love.” I call out. I hear his soft footsteps as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Asa. How was the hotel?”

“Good, I got to get a couple of things, but I was going to go out tomorrow and get what I need.”

“I’ll go with you. I have to pick up a couple of things. While we’re out, we can try that cafe that opened last week.”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh, I got you something. It came in the mail earlier.”

“What have I told you about spoiling me?”

“Asa, you are my husband. I can spoil you all I want. Wait here and let me go get it.” I leave my spot at the counter and walk into the living room and grab the box off the coffee table. I make my way back to the kitchen to find Asa making himself a cup of tea. 

“Here love.” I say and hand it to him. I watch him closely as he opens it. He examines it, slight shock written on his face. 

“This is like 30 different types of Scarabaeus beetles, how?”

“I know some people.”

“How much did it cost?”

“That is none of your concern, love. Now you got to go get ready. My family will be here in a bit.”

“Ok, I love you and thanks for this.”

“No problem, Asa, I love you too.” I give him a kiss before sending him off. I go back to cooking and before I know it, there’s a knock on the door. I answer the door and there is my mom, dad, younger brother, and my younger sister.

“Come on in dinners about ready.”

“Where’s that husband of yours?” Dad asks.

“Upstairs, I got him a new piece, so he’s probably putting it away.”

“That’s sweet.” Mom says.

“You know you spend too much on that excuse of a husband.” Dad says.

“Dad, Asa is not a bad man, nor is he a terrible husband. It’s just he’s not used to other people.” 

“Huh? Sounds like you're making an excuse.” He says.

“F/n leave poor Asa alone. I know he’s a good boy and if he wasn’t, I would let him marry y/n.” Mom speaks up. 

“Well, I’m still mad he went to you, not me, to ask for y/n’s blessing.”

“Dad, remember he didn’t have a good relationship with his father.” My brother b/n speaks up. My dad grumbles. 

“Alright everyone stop, we are going to have a good dinner. You are going to be nice to my husband and not make any snarky comments, ok. Now you guys go have a seat in the living room and I’ll go get Asa.”

“I want to see Asa.” The s/n days. She loves him. 

“Alright, let’s go get Asa.” She follows me up the stairs and into Asa’s office. Asa is in a pair of black slacks, gray turtleneck, black dress shoes. He looks lovely as always. He is bent over his collection, examining each and everyone making sure they are all placed correctly.

“Asa.” The s/n cries out and runs to hug him. Asa turns around just in time to be engulfed in the hug. 

“S/n, how have you been doing?” He says, looking down at her. 

“I was good, except b/n almost set the house on fire the other day.”

“Does mom and dad know?” I ask, mildly concerned.

“No, and please don’t tell mom and dad. They will never let us stay home by ourselves ever again.” 

“Ok, but next time I won’t be so generous.”

“Thanks, so Asa y/n said he got you new bugs what did you get.” One reason S/n and Asa get along is because S/n also likes bugs. S/n pulls away from Asa and lets him show her the scarab beetles.

“You guys come down when you're done. Dinner will be done is 15 minutes.”

“Ok, we’ll be down soon.” I leave them with a smile, knowing they will geek out over the beatles together.

TIME SKIP AFTER DINNER

My family just left and S/n managed to convince Asa to take her to work sometime so she can see the bugs there. Asa had been more open and talkative and it was nice to see him so relaxed. I can definitely tell that my father was suspicious about this change of behavior, but the rest of the family didn’t care and took the change happily. It was time to wind down for the night, but I felt Asa needed a treat for being so good. I walk up behind Asa as he brushes his teeth and wraps my arms around his waist, placing my head on his shoulder. 

“You need something.” 

“No.” I say as I slowly slide my hand down his torso and into his pants.

“Please don’t tease.”

“Since you asked so nicely, I won’t, but how about you get out of these clothes and I give you a reward?”

 I pull away from Asa and walk back into the bedroom. I go over to the trunk where we keep our toys and get a collar out. I turn around to see Asa coming out of the bathroom naked, like I asked. He’s always a good boy. 

“Come here, love.” Asa walks off to me, his cock swaying slightly. I couldn’t help put lick my lips. He always looks so delicious. Once he was in reach, I pull him in. I place the collar around his neck and lock it into place. 

“Since you did so well at dinner, you get to decide your reward, so what will it be?”

“Can we cuddle and could you also play with me?”

“Aww, you're so cute. Of course.” I gently lead Asa to the bed. 

“Get comfortable, love.” While Asa gets comfortable, I strip off my clothes. Joining Asa in bed, I pull the man into me. I slither my hand down to Asa’s cock and slowly start to tug on it.

“Come on, let me hear those pretty little noises. You know how much I like them. “

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, sir, make me cum.”

“Oh, I will just have patience.” I speed up my pace and start to mark Asa’s neck. Asa’s moans filling the room. Another thing I loved about Asa is that when we are in the bedroom, he sings like a canary. His sounds are just so addicting. I made him sing and sing as I jerk him off. It only took 5 minutes max of me playing with him for him to come to his high. 

“Please, I’m close, sir. Let me cum.”

“Aww love, go ahead, cum for me. Cum for your sir.”

#asa emory #slasher #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader

[creepling]

⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧ you make lovin' fun - l. mckinney / 4k

synopsis. after admiring julie from afar at a college party, leland lays off and enjoys the rest of the night. only he’s sitting in a room with that metalhead that intimidates him and ends up having a night that changes the trajectory of his love life.

tags. smut - MINORS DNI. gender neutral, metalhead!reader. no use of y/n. stoner!danny gaines. drug use (weed). mild alcohol use. smoking. black cat x golden retreiver energy. unrequited love. one night stand. oral (male receiving). friends with benefits ending. possible part two???

Leland did not want to come off as a creep by any means, but he didn’t want to pass his chances at talking to the girl of his dreams. Yet, Leland wasn’t the only one crushing on Julie Crawford. She was a magnet for men and women alike. Surrounded in admiration and love, her energy is addictive and radiating. She was the life of the party and dare anyone to have her all to themselves and ruin the vibes. Leland kept to the walls, admiring her from afar, asking the odd person about her in casual conversation. “She’s a total babe,” one girl said, Leland assuming in a platonic way. Her friends were her guardian angels, interfering with prying men and keeping the conversation light. Anytime a guy took his shot, Julie’s friends were by her side, changing their course to the beer keg or smoking outside. Anything to protect her, to gossip and giggle at the men who thought they stood a chance. And with that, Leland saved himself from embarrassment, sipping his beer and enjoying the company that he had.

Sonny bailed at midnight. He said something about having to study before lectures. Leland only nodded and hugged him goodbye; there was no stopping Sonny and his academic determination. That left Danny as the last guy friend, but Leland needed to figure out where he was or if he even was at the party. Maria invited him when he could since he wasn’t a student, and most people liked him around for his weed. Speaking of weed, maybe Leland should find him. He’s feeling up for it.

“You seen Danny?” Leland asked Maria, finding her in the backyard. An idle smile on her face, a blazing joint between her fingers. Oh yeah, he is here.

“Try upstairs. He said something about feeling cold and needing to lie down,” Maria said, quickly returning to her conversation. Leland headed forth, downing the rest of his beer and dumping the solo cup in a trash can, ready to motion into a different head space.

Leland cautiously tried every room upstairs, preparing to walk in on people having sex. He got lucky and entered the second room with a polite knock, welcomed by the overwhelming smell of incense—tapestries galore on the walls, carpets softening the ground. Whoever’s room this was, they made it into the perfect smoking room. Leland discovered Danny lying in pure bliss in the sea of blankets and pillows underneath bed veils—an amused smile on his face.

“Danny,” Leland cooed, concealing a laugh. “Dude, wake up.”

Danny opened his eyes halfway, and his face faded. His smile grew wider at the sight of Leland. “How ya doin’, man? Great party, I feel fucking amazing.”

“That’s good to hear,” Leland chuckled, “You got anything left?”

Leland thought it wasn’t possible, but Danny's smile grew larger, his hand digging into his jeans pocket. “You bet I do,”

Danny humfed his body upwards, shuffling to the end of the bed where a weed tray lay. Leland took his place next to him, trying to act casual. He is good friends with most of the gang but still feels the need to act older than he was, being the youngest. They never looked down on him, and it still amazes him he made friends with the seniors as a college freshman. If his mother knew about it, she’d have a canary fit.

While Danny was preparing a joint, Leland noticed the person in the corner of the room for the first time. Danny caught his staring, following his gaze, a jolt of fright taking over him.

“Damn you, are you still sitting there? Fuck, you can be real scary sometimes.”

There you were, in all your intimidating glory, two stubs of a joint in an ashtray, a book in your hand. Eyes are dark, heavy, and smokey with liner. Your dark clothes blend into the shadows of the dimly lit room.

“Someone had to look out for you in case you choked on your vomit,” you remarked stoically. Danny nodded at the reasonability, flattered by the protection.

“Why you not down with the rest of the party?” Leland mustered the courage to ask, prepared for your cold gaze. Out of all the group, you were the one Leland felt the most distance from. You were kind of a shut-off, aloof, kept to yourself. Connie insisted that you're an absolute sweetheart once someone gets to know you. Yet, you looked ready to bite his head off whenever Leland conversed with you.

“‘Cause they’re not playing ‘Sabbath, I bet,” Danny teased, rolling the joint in his fingers. “Did I ever tell you if you were in Cali, you’d live in Spahn Ranch?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Fuck you,” dropping the book you were browsing and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, “I think you forget it was hippies like you that did that fucked up shit,”

  Danny grinned, “Yeah, and your lot are eating bat heads. My apologies.”

Leland thought an argument would break out until the sound of laughter soothed his worries. It was the first time Leland saw you smile, somewhat allured by it. He’d like to see you do it more often;  it was a pretty smile.

Leland tried not to stare at you too much while you smoked, your eyes scanning the two men. From Leland’s perspective, it looked like you were sizing them up, and he shuffled in his seat. You must have noticed this because a smirk grew on your face.

Danny finished his first joint and passed it along with a lighter to Leland. Leland thanked him, perking it between his lips. As he lit the end, he sucked in its flame, dropping the lighter and exhaling the smoke.

Time passed, and the night was slowing down, a muffled ambience as the room became another dimension from the party. Danny left at some point, probably back to Maria, so she didn’t start to worry, and you took your role as mediator for Leland, chilling in his hazy state. You were high, too, but all it did was relax you, its side effects not hitting you like a ton of bricks. You stick a record on the turntable, keeping the volume low, relighting a new incense stick and keeping an eye on Leland idle on the bean bag across from you, his eyes staring into space. A tug of a smile was visible on his face as he heard the hum of the music, motioning his hand to turn it up. You turned it one notch higher, amused at his state.

“This okay?” You ask. It was a song you can tolerate. Seeing Leland nod along with it was amusing enough, and you sat in the spare bean bag next to him.

With the proximity, Leland realised it was only the two of you together. He thought about Julie, wondering where she was and how she was enjoying her night. Then he looked at you. Instead of his heart sinking, it was beating faster.

“Connie was right about you,” Leland drawled, a smile on his face.

You frown, then scoff, surprised anyone is talking about you. Sure, Connie was your friend, an unexpected one at that. When you came to college, you expected not to make any friends. “Oh yeah? What’s Connie saying about me?”

Leland gathered his words together, his brain slower than usual. You watch the gears turn in his head, trying not to relish in it too much. There was something so endearing about him in this state. He looked less like a jerk, which was how you view any guy who peaked in high school. Leland was your run-of-the-mill popular guy, trying to continue his legacy in college and failing miserably. You knew he was a wrestler but dropped out before graduating, losing out on the scholarship and having to build from the ground up. His parents might have been pissed off about that, but there was something about it you admired. It showed hard work, determination, and ‘following your dreams’. It’s one of the first things you liked about him.

“Connie said… You’re a nice person once you get past the hard exterior,” Leland articulated, freezing when he saw your still face.

“Didn’t you think I was a nice person before?” You glared at him.

Leland began stumbling over his words, trying to defend himself. You burst into laughter. And there it was, that smile you showed before that stopped Leland in his tracks. It could win awards and make people faint and applaud. He couldn’t help but stare at you longer than he should.

“Well, right there is the evidence. You have a habit of… How should I say it? Pushing people away?” Leland pondered, “That sounds rude, sorry-”

You wanted to object, but he was right. It’s a habit of yours. You’re used to judgement and ridicule. It’s better to keep people at arm's length to avoid it. It saves all the hurt that comes with it. “Like usual, Connie is right. You have nothing to say sorry for,”

The look in your eyes told a thousand stories. Leland sensed this is something you feel to your core, a plague waiting to be lifted. How much could happen in one night? Is it enough to convince you you are deserving of admiration? Maybe it was the weed, but he had so much to give.

“Y’know, before tonight, I was like everyone else. I was so intimidated by you. Not only because I was scared of you but because you’re the coolest person in any room you enter. You defy everything, all the bullshit we have to conform to. I always assumed you don’t care what people think of you,” Leland argued.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, not at Leland, but how the compliments he voices are the very problem why you can’t connect with people. You’re not the person they bring home to meet the parents. You’re not the person authority approves of. Assumptions about you are thrown towards you in every corner, and trying to dodge them gets tiring.

“That’s my problem, though. I am everything you said, but I care what people think about me. I just want someone to like me how I am,” your words almost turn into a whisper, the vulnerability making you feel out of place. You never expected to be like this with any guy, let alone Leland.

He looked at you momentarily, debating the move he was yearning to make. But was it the right thing to do? You began sheltering again, patronised by his puppy dog eyes. In a desperate moment, he reached for your hand, cupping it in yours. His thumb caressed your knuckles, and he felt your fingertips coil against his hand.

“Don’t,” you warned, yanking your hand out of his grasp. Leland furrowed his brows.

“Why?” Was Leland’s only question, his eyes refusing to leave your averting gaze.

“I’m not dumb, McKinney. You have no right to go all lover boy on me. You like Julie, and only Julie,” you made eye contact with him, your eyes cold and stern.

Leland looked at you as if to say, ‘How did you know that?’ and you sighed.

 “Everyone knows, dumbass. You make it so obvious.”

Leland bowed his head, a blush creeping up his neck, and he rubbed the nape to soothe its burning sensation. Now he’s hyper-aware of his predicament, making you feel like a rebound or a second choice. Guilt washes over him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Maybe it’s the weed. I’m just not thinking straight.”

Your gaze softens, but you shrug your shoulders, and another sigh leaves your lips. “Have you ever tried getting over her? Like, fucking other people?”

Leland looked at you like you had two heads. “No, never. Flings are not my thing,” he said, shutting down the absurdity.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile down-turning. Leland melted at the sight of it once again. “You’re in college and looking for a future wife? Dude, this is the time to experiment! ‘Beats staring at Julie all night and feeling sorry for yourself. Let off some steam. You can like who you like but still have fun. She’s probably doing the same. In fact, I know Julie, she’s definitely doing the same,”

Leland was torn between relief and heartbreak at the information, the thought of her with another clawing at his feelings, but knowing if he takes your advice, he won’t be seen as different if the chance with Jules comes. He ignores his internal conflict and turns to you, “Is that what you do?”

You debate on answering that question, wanting to keep the information private. “Yes, I do. Sure, I have crushes, people I wanna be with. But I also don’t wanna follow them around like a lost puppy, especially when they don’t like me back.” Was that right? Did you make it too obvious? You looked at the very man you were talking about, reassured by his oblivious stare that had a hint of tenderness. You tried not to let it draw you in, your gaze darting away from Leland’s soft features—the warmth of his skin, the glint in his eye. If you were Julie, you’d take him in a heartbeat. You kept your face in its familiar stoic stance, but Leland saw a flicker of softness in your eye. Throughout the conversation, he noticed you were glaring at him less, as if you were warming up to him. He didn’t know what to think, so he moved on to his next question. “So… should I go out there and hook up with someone? See if it changes my mind?” Leland was hesitant, biting his lip in thought.

Your thoughts got the best of you, and so did Leland’s. Now, looking at each other was like looking directly at the sunlight. “Or you could just stay here… with me.”

Working you out made Leland feel he was reading a book in another language. He couldn’t help but scoff, shifting his body to face you directly, smirking. “A minute ago, you weren’t up for that idea.”

You rolled your eyes, admitting defeat but still sitting defiant. This back-and-forth was complicated but intriguing. “Well, now I’ve changed my mind. You need help getting over Julie, and I need to work on not pushing people away.”

Leland was questioning your intentions, wondering how sincere it was. His heart was racing, and he cursed his bodily reactions, biting his cheek in response to the blush on his face.

You rise from the bean bag, Leland’s eyes following you, craning his neck to look up at you. You stood over him, hands on either side of your hips. There was a seductiveness to the darkness looming over you. Leland shifts in his seat, his eyes lingering on your figure.

“Besides, we both need to loosen up in our own little ways. Maybe we can help each other,” you say, liking how Leland looked at you. You’ve wanted him to look at you like that for a long time—a stare mixed with longing and bashfulness. You had to admit, it was cute.

You gently steady your thighs on either side of Leland’s hips, placing yourself onto his lap, studying his face for any sign of rejection. You would adhere to his objections, but you manifested he only encouraged you. You wished for him to like you just as much as you like him. You weren’t ready to confess to him, so you suggested this predicament. It’s casual enough to come across as a one-off thing, with no feelings attached, but passionate enough to find pleasure in this unique twist of fate. Hooking up with him, at this moment, was the only chance you might get before he moved on to pursue Julie, so you felt like enjoying it while you could.

Leland rested his hands on your waist, reigning your body with his, glancing from your smokey eyes to your lips. He was surprised to feel the warmth he would typically protest in his core. Leland was honest when he said he wasn’t the type of guy to have one-night stands. All his sexual encounters involved someone he loved. He likes you, of course. He likes the way you look at him and how you make him feel. But love can’t happen overnight, surely not. He loved Julie the minute he laid eyes on her. With you, it feels . . .

Leland became distanced from his thoughts at the sensation of your lips meeting his, soft and passionate, ceiling the tension between you into a physical reality. Your hands brush the hairs on his neck, cupping his soft skin and sending goosebumps down his spine with your cold touch. Leland instinctively wraps his arms around you, his hand snaking up your back underneath your shirt and onto your bare skin. You gasp between his lips. Your eyes flicker open momentarily. The passionate stare in your gaze ignites a fire in him, his breath heavy in the hot air.

Leland’s butterflies crescendo in his stomach as you motion lower and lower down his body. Trailing kisses down his neck, his breath hitching at the odd nip of his skin between your teeth. You peer up at him teasingly, and Leland anticipates your steps. You seemed like the type to be unpredictable, and Leland’s body tenses under yours, making you slow down and unbutton his shirt, leaving soft kisses.

“Don’t worry, I can be gentle,” You reassured, relaxing your coiled smile and giving a genuine look of understanding. “You don’t have to be scared of me,”

“You don’t have any… weird fetishes, do you?” Leland asked, just in case.

You couldn’t help but laugh, sliding his shirt open and exposing his abdomen, trying your hardest not to freak out at the sight of his lean muscles. Your fingers trace his snail trail, your eyes catching the presence of his bare chest. It was rare nowadays to see a well-groomed man. And consistently, Leland defies your expectations. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’ll keep it light, just for you.” You tease.

“Yeah, I’d like that. This is nice,” Leland chuckled, relieved of his worries.

You continue to unbuckle the belt on his jeans, unbuttoning loose enough to tug his bottoms down his legs. You hooked your fingers over his boxers along with it, anticipating the reveal. Leland helped you with his jeans, lifting his hips to run them down. His hard dick springs into place, resting below his stomach, the tip inches away from his belly button. His length kindles a look of mischief in your eyes, and Leland notices it when he looks for your reaction.

“You’re full of surprises, McKinney.” You purr.

“Really?”

“Oh, stop humbling yourself,” you tut, relishing in his awe as you trailed your fingers down his shaft, wrapping your digits around his girth. Warming him up, you teased the tip with your tongue, arousing Leland with your alluring stare. He brushed your hair from your face, caressing his fingers along your jawline, eyes lulling at the breathtaking sight of you.

You took him pretty well, taking Leland aback, the sensation tensing his muscles. With the afterthought of weed, and the feeling of your slick, warm mouth engulfing his cock, it stirred a sense so blissful he grew lightheaded. Leland moaned your name, his tone so gentle and appreciative. His hands caressed your head, motioning with your steady pace, his fingers tightening in your locks when your tongue massaged his shaft. Every shift of his body was a thanks for the pleasure you gave him. And as your mouth adjusted to his length, you buried his cock deeper inside, gag nonexistent as his tip touched the back of your throat, your spit coating your plumped lips.

“Holy fucking shit,” Leland cursed, his whines heavy. “That feels amazing.”

He began to buck his lips, unable to help himself, addicted to the feeling of your mouth, completely enamoured. You allowed his eagerness, surprised at his gentle strokes, your moans muffled. Your jaw grew stiff, and you squeezed your eyes shut, but Leland was reading your mind, pulling out for you to gather air. You gasped, your head lightheaded, drunk on his precum, pooling on the base of your tongue. Like clockwork, you stuffed him back into your mouth, fully committed. Hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue, drawing his dick with your lips, from base to tip. It was driving Leland insane.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he pleaded, “feels s’ good.”

Swelling with pride, you picked up the pace, breathing steadily through your nose. Pinning Leland’s thighs deeper into the bean bug, the crush of the fabric overshadowed by the gentle moans whispering from Leland’s lips, fighting the urge to ejaculate, the knot in his stomach swelling and ready to release.

“I think I’m gonna . . .” His face is scarlet. You rest a steady hand on his solid abdomen, the glisten of sweat collecting under your nails that dug into his skin. The pattern of his abs turning your brain to mush, heat collecting at your crotch at the act of pleasuring such a pretty, handsome boy. You gaze up at him under your lashes, succumbing to his brows furrowed together, his mouth agape, pulling such a cute face. Fuck, he was perfect.

Your quick pace soon brought Leland to a close, instinctively pushing your head down his length, coating your throat with his hot seed. He cursed under his breath at the overwhelming pleasure. He rutted out his high, loosening the grip on your hair.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough,” Leland chuckled nervously, hoping he didn’t piss you off.

You greeted him with a sly stare, tasting him on your tongue, swallowing his cum with one swift gulp, licking your lips clean. Leland pulled his jeans back on before helping you to your feet. You struggled to stand with your stiff knees, feeling Leland’s arms snake around your waist to keep you steady.

“How’d you like that then, lover boy?” You hesitantly ask, half expecting the post-nut clarity to hit him.

Leland thought for a moment, “I mean . . .” He chuckled, “Words can’t describe it.”

He still looked at you the same as before, if not more intensely. His grip on you never loosened. He cupped your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, and you almost gave in to him.

“What about you? Don’t you think you deserve some love?” Leland airly said, a gentle smile on his face. He didn’t want the night to end.

“I think that’s enough for today,” You chuckle, pulling out of his embrace. You try to ignore the smile fading from his face, replaced with those sad puppy eyes that weaken you.

“C’mon, now I feel like a jerk,” Leland whined, walking after you, trying to block you from the door. “At least tell me the next time I’ll see you.”

“Oh, there’s gonna be a next time?” You cock your eyebrow. “What happened to just having a fling?”

“I told you that’s not my thing,” Leland teased, trying to contain his smile. You balance the smirk growing on your face by narrowing your eyes. “Let’s say next Friday? You free?”

It came as a surprise seeing him put in the effort. Most guys just finish and bail. You started to question if you bit off more than you could chew. He’ll bail once he has his chance with Julie. Or maybe his heart has turned in another direction. Heading straight towards you, gazing at you with those eyes you get lost in. No… You must keep your guard up, not get your hopes up.

“See you next week, lover boy. But don’t get all romantic with me, ok? Or I’ll puke on you.” You established, swinging the door open and swaggering out of the room, acting as casual as possible for passersby. Leland lingers by the doorframe, grinning from ear to ear.

“Great! It’s a date! See ya then!”

You roll your eyes with a flattered smile, wondering what you have gotten into. Becoming friends with benefits with your crush wasn’t on your 1972 bingo card.

#leland mckinney #leland mckinney x reader #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #smut #gender neutral reader #creepling.brainrot

[cherubispunk]

UP IN YOUR ARMS (PROLOGUE) -Noir!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: the begining of it all tasted like whiskey and ciggeretes. But smelled of the interrogation room.

a note from Lucy: Helllooooo my lovely Joel Miller enthusiasts! i'm here again, and so are you, with yet another joel au series. this time with a historical twist. wiil it be completely historically accurate? probably not? are we here anyway because its joel fucking miller? yes. yes we are. fair warning, some dark contant will be in later chapters, so if that isnt your cup of rosey lea, feel free to scroll away. if it is, then sit back, relax, enjoy a dry martini and some blues or jazz music on vinyl, and lets have a wild time. Also, a huge thank you is due to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for convicting me to post this. Love you cherub! xxx

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wc: 912 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! 1940s!au, no outbreak, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his 40s), allusions to Smut, smoking, use of pet names such as doll, cursing, being arrested, interrogation scene, references to violence, ww2 references, probably an unhealthy relationship between reader and joel, mentions of blood, let me know if ive missed any warning out that should be tagged.

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“Okay,” Detective Granger sighs opposite you, “Let’s try this again.”

Your knee bounces rapidly under the chrome metal table. If it weren't screwed to the floor it would surely rattle with your antsy movement. Your eyes fall to your lap, the dress you wore tattered with a mix of blood, dust and the smell of Joel’s aftershave. A smell you wish you had with his physicality.

“Please state your name for the record.” He asks. Again. From the moment they put you in cuffs, shoved you in the back of a cop car, and brought you up to the station, you had not uttered a word. Maybe you were scared, or maybe it was the principle of the fact. But the idea that Joel was a few rooms over – not at arm's length – it made you yearn for his touch. To be under the rough pads of his fingertips once more. Weather it be in a grimy motel room, or even the fucking Canary Club back in the cesspool of Boston. 

But you sighed, knowing you aren't going home anytime soon without giving them something. Joel told you to spin it. Tell them the truth with the twist he promised would work. Leave you unscathed. 

So you tell them your name. And then your occupation once they ask for that too; “Singer.” 

The detective looks at his co-worker, raising his brow. He nods back at him, believing you. If only you could unleash the insults that curl and cinder at the tip of your tongue. 

“Okay,” Granger tips his head to the side in acknowledgement of the fact your answers are the truth. What leverage would you have to lie if the very thing you are about to spill is an ever so slight twisting of the truth?

You watch with unblinking eyes as he places a black and white picture upon the table, between you and his now folded hands, “Care to tell us who this is?” 

It’s Joel. You knew they knew that. They just need to confirm their suspicion for the record. For the jury. The court. Your impending trial. So you take a second to study it, hold back a smile at the very sight of his broad shoulders, his tarnishes, creased dress shirt that clings to him like a second skin you wish to ravish him off. Even in the stale air of an interrogation room, through the captured image of a blurred mugshot, he makes the fire in your loins kickstart. Memories of joyrides, money, sex, motel sheets and speakeasy rendezvous. 

You give them a nod, sitting back in your seat.

“Who is he?”

“It’s Joel Miller. ‘Says it right there.” You tap the mugshot with your index finger to prove a point, kissing your teeth with a smug smile. “Or can you pig’s not read?” Venom spills from your words like maroon wine from a shattered glass. 

Detective Granger bites his tongue, leaning forward over the table, hands grasping the lip of it as he stands up, knuckles bleached white under his own grip. 

“Don’t think I ain’t above sending you to a cell with a shiner to your pretty lil’ nose, Doll.” He glared. It didn't seep any deeper than skin though. Didn’t rattle your bones that way Joel’s voice would when he called you a pretty ditzy thing that one time. If he were here the detective's teeth would be splattered across the tile of the floor for saying that. Daring to call you what he did, turning it into something that made your lip curl in disgust. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr, Detective.” You pouted, tilting your head at him, doe eyed, sarcastic innocence wrapped around your tongue’s words.

His fist descended down upon the table with a slam, making you flinch. Much to your own dismay. “Just answer the damn question!” 

“Was he your boyfriend?” 

“No.”

Joel was no mere boyfriend. 

He was your lover. Your life. Your glue that mended cracks seen by no other. The man that undressed you and wrapped you up in his warmth. His Texan drawl. Unravelled you between your thighs. Made you lust for anything he did. He was air in your lungs, the smell of cedarwood and musk. Metallic blood on your collarbone and gravel under a cars worn in tires. He was the leather of your car seat. The Egyptian cotton of your sheets. 

But this was where the lie began…

“He was my jailor.” 

Detective Granger’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, your eyes finding him behind the wisp of your lashes. The glassy shine of a tear slipping from your waterline. He furrowed his brow, his thin lips pressing into a thin line below his bushy moustache that curled at the ends. The nostrils of his bulbous nose flared and his jaw ticked under the clenching of his teeth. Once more, you looked into your lap at your folded hands.

He sighed once more, adjusting his grey suit trousers to sit down, holding his tie to his beer belly as he did so. “Can you tell us what happened? Leading up to the crime?” His voice was softer and he winced at the sound of your sniff. How you were so timid all of a sudden like a deer in headlights. 

You nodded, swallowing your own saliva, the walls of your oesophagus grating together like coarse sandpaper. And then you spoke. “I met him when I was living in Boston.”

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[w0oin]

The first thought

After awhile my thinking increased. As Danny gone viral ppl had request him to do a asmr- with one of the heroes voices. I'm betting The Joker would request for baby girl audio on Batman voice. Lmao imagine the batkids request for A batdad asmr- oh god. The evil rogue gallery request for weak state asmr-rhdjdj Lex just asking for kryptonite state Superman... then thirst shjt Maybe few for the flash and Green lantern. Surprising for Martian Manhunter. Lots on Wonder Women and Batman. Jesus on Superman and Black Canary. Someone even request Danny to do a podfic for fanfics.(Bruce who stalked silently reading the request of superbat smut in every comment section he died slowly as it keep piling up.) At some point Tucker who controlled the channel had to banned/blocked some ppl cuz it's getting wild. There's no plot just dumbs.

Now am just imagining them JL member possible Flash, on full volume listening to the ASMR. It's either targeted or just for shit n giggles. Clark who dying on the inside bcuz it's a ASMR of superman... After saving the world coming back home to be greet with his beautiful partner- the next week Clark seek revenge. This time it was on a speaker 'Your best friend, Flash comfort you after a hard break up' shit hijinks they keep on doing the same shit until many other was involved Aquaman is super mad at the flash with 'Your Boyfriend, Aquaman hid a secret relationship with a fish behind your back' "For the last time I don't get it on with a FISH!" "Sure Jen."

Shit keep happening lmao batman is tired af Diana is amused until it was her turned. 'Your adopted father sold you to the Amazon Princess.'100% it was Jason.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #justice league #just thoughts

[scourgeofgotham]

Lovebirds Reunited

chapter 8

warnings

mentions of self-mutilation, crying, bruises, knife play mentions

A/N: to end off this series I’ll include an epilogue and possibly another smut chapter for good measure ♡

The two lovebirds were cuddling in Jason’s dorm at school, they were only a couple for 3 months but they were inseparable. She would crawl into his room at night and lie by his side, for hours until about an hour before when Alfred would wake up. After school they would do normal teenagers in love things, go to the mall and kiss in the food court, go to arcades and try to win each other things, go to an ice skating rink and realize they could barely skate without falling over.

On a random night, while she was cuddling next to Jason and she heard a window open. She immediately went under the bed, and hid. She looked up and saw the man who adopted her.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked.

“You have potential, you have one night to impress me.”

He threw a Robin costume and handed him his own grapnel gun.

Batman left Jason’s dorm out the same way.

She crawled out from under his bed and looked at Jason.

“Aren’t you gonna go?” she questioned. He looked at her and started undressing.

“Dude, my dad is out there…” she said in a hushed tone.

He smirked at her and put on the Robin suit.

After it was fully on, he looked at her and grinned, “Do I look good?”

He grabbed the gun and climbed out the window to meet Batman.

After Bruce made Jason his ward, he “officially” had the two teens meet. He scolded Jason and immediately said “Don’t think about my little girl.”

Little did Bruce know but Jason already had his little girl wrapped around his finger. Eventually the two decided to cut a hole in the wall between their bedrooms and stuck two side tables infront of them.

How Alfred never found out? Jason had kept his stash of junk food infront and would move it when he felt like it. She always had her makeup infront.

After months of living together, they snuck into each other's room more and more, eventually just forgetting about the other room. Whenever they went on patrol together was the time they loved the most. Bruce was usually doing his own thing, and Dick was off in Blüdhaven. They didn’t have to worry about being caught.

“I'm sorry...” he sighed with sorrow.

Dick had choked her unconscious, he knew if she still had the chance, she would run back to Jason. He couldn’t let his baby sister run back to a monster.

He made his way to the batcave with the little canary in his arms.

“Alfred?” he called out.

Eventually the door leading to the batcave opened up and Alfred walked in

“Master Dick?” and looked down at what was in his arms, “You found her.” Alfred was realived. All he wanted was for her to come home. “I suppose this means that the Arkham Knight has been taken care of?”

After Bruce and Jason’s fight, Jason was on the ground—pointing a gun at Bruce.

“You did this to me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You left me to rot in that abandoned wing of Arkham for over a year! with him!”

“It’s not too late. we can fix this together”

Bruce goes to turn around to call Alfred.

“Alfred. It’s—I’ve found Jason.”

Bruce went to turn around and found that Jason had disappeared once again.

Jason vanished.

Jason made his way over to his safe house, wanting to check on his beloved. He received a notification, indicating that the door was opened…

He was furious,

she betrayed me.

He looked at the footage and saw a black and blue figure…

he knew who had taken her...

“Master Todd was alive? He’s the Arkham Knight?” Alfred had to sit down…

“Yes. He manipulated her, he’s just like the Joker.” Dick was ashamed.

Dick looked over at her and passed out on her chair. She was laying on her side facing away from them, and a part of her hoodie was lifted— showing the bruises and hickies that covered her lower back.

Dick went over, curious— about what was under. He lifted it up further, he saw cuts that littered her back, bruises…

He saw the cuts littered in a pattern— “mine.” Not deep enough to leave a scar, but still it was deep enough to scab.

He looked at her wrists, rubbed raw.

He peeled back the shoulder of her sweatshirt,

He sighed in relief—she was wearing a bra.

He turned her to face him, and started to take off her sweatshirt.

“What are you doing?” Alfred interrupted.

“She’s covered in cuts and bruises,” Dick answered.

He lifted it off and gasped in horror—

there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t covered in cuts and bruises. It was clear that the deeper ones were from self-mutilation. Jason left a multitude of hickeys across her entire body. There was very few patches of untouched flesh. She looked very bloated among other things—

Dick, however overlooked that

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice called out. Dick looked up and saw Jason holding a gun at him.

“You think you can just take her away from me?” He was furious, “Don’t think that just because you’re her brother I won’t kill you…” Jason spat.

“You turned her against me.”

Jason stepped closer and closer, without taking his eyes off of Dick.

“I didn’t do anything Jason. You need help. She’s been through enough.” Dick was trying to calm him down.

Jason shot a round next to Dick, just barely missing him. The sound of the gunshot woke her out of her sleep, “What’s going on?” she slurred. Jason took his eyes off of Dick, and looked at her. She tried to open her heavy eye lids and saw Dick standing over her…

“Why am I in the Batcave?” she slurred. She opened her eyes more and leaned up, “Dick why am I here?” she asked.

“You need to stay away from Jason.” Dick commanded.

“You— need to get away from what belongs to me.” Jason corrected him. She looked over at Jason and smiled, “Jay…”

“Hi Peanut. Come over to me.” He pointed next to him, and she started to get up before Dick pushed her back, “Don’t tell her what to do.”

“You’re not going to take her away Boy Wonder. She’s mine. I loved her since I met her, she’s mine.” Jason snarled, and chuckled. “You can’t keep the mother of my child away from me…”

Dick looked surprised, “She’s pregnant?” and looked at her. She blushed and looked away.

“You don’t have to keep it, its not too late to get an abortion, or if you want we can raise it together—“ Dick was interrupted. “You are definitely not raising my child—“ Jason laughed.

“And no Boy Blunder, she wants my baby, she begged for me to give her one.” Jason grinned. “As soon as you let her go and she comes over here with me, we will leave Gotham and you can go back to Blüdhaven.”

She looked at Dick and sighed, she got up and hugged him. “I love you Dickhead.” she lovingly whispered. She walked inbetween the both of them and looked at the ground. “Jason is the love of my—“

“He manipulated you!” Dick cried, reaching out for her.

“I always loved him, he’s the only one that understands the pain I went through… and I’m the only one who understands him…”

Tears were starting to dot along her lash line. “I was so alone without him all those years… I can’t lose him now…” She sobbed, her tears were running down her cheeks.

“I tried to kill myself Dick…”

Jason walked towards her and pulled her in close. “She doesn’t want to leave.” Jason growled, still pointing his gun at Dick.

Dick looked down in defeat, “Can I atleast be involved? I wanna help raise my little sisters baby.”

She looked at Jason, and smiled. “I think that would great—Jay?”

“I’ll think about it. Let’s go home.” He growled as he pulled her away.

“Hold on, let me go say goodbye…”

She ran to Dick and hugged him, “I love you Dickwad…” and then did the same to Alfred, “I love you Alfie, tell Dad I love him too.” she grinned.

“Okay, we can go now….” she smiled at her lovebird.

#jason todd #arkham knight #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader

[training4theapocalypse-backup]

On Her Majesty’s Supersonic Service (Adrian Chase x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: SMUT, Descriptions of murder, Descriptions of violence, Verbal Humiliation, Light bondage, Duct tape, Tent sex, Accidental voyeurism, Bodily fluids, Dubious consent, Characters mistakenly assume non-consent

Summary: Immediately after the attack on the Glan Tai bottling plant, Task Force X sets up camp overnight to rest before the road trip home. Vigilante offers to help you, an MI6 agent working under Amanda Waller, find creative ways to navigate drawbacks of your new superpowers.

A/N: Not a fan of Y/N so there's an original character with powers sort of similar to the DC comics Black Canary

Masterlist

Chapter 1: For Your Ears Only

“Pretty please do it again?”

Vigilante is cross-legged opposite you on the other side of the bonfire. He eagerly lines up empty beer bottles and looks at you expectantly. You don’t hate him exactly but you do find literally every single aspect of his personality annoying. He is so irritatingly enthusiastic and let's face it, a psychopath. Your poor eyes have never rolled so much or so often when you spend time with Vigilante.

He’s like a golden retriever puppy personified- if puppies were armed to the hilt and trained to kill with zero regard for human life. And despite your alias, you’re more like a black cat than a Blackbird. Cautious, quiet, sometimes deadly- you possess a distinct lack of tolerance for dogs like Vigilante.

Tonight though… tonight you have a little more patience for him than usual. Perhaps it’s the fact that he saved your life just hours earlier. Or maybe it’s just the beer you’ve been sinking since your very close brush with death. Normally you’d turn your nose up at American beer, but you definitely needed a drink after today’s mission.

He is waiting expectantly and even though you’ve never seen his face before, you can tell that he has a goofy grin under his mask.

“Will you leave her alone for five minutes?” Harcourt finishes the bottle she’s been sipping and tosses it into the rubbish pile. But she’s less stern than usual, the massacre today brought your team closer together and the mood is still light.

“Yeah, Blackbird, if you need me to kick his ass just yell,” says Adebayo

You smile and raise your eyebrows.

“Uhhh, right. The supersonic scream thing. Well, come bang on the side of my tent if you need me.”

She strains as she tries to stand up with difficulty. Adebayo had had a narrow escape inside Glan Tai - a giant gorilla had knocked her aside and she severely sprained her ankle.

“You won’t be kicking any ass tonight Adebayo, not with that injury.” says Economos, pulling her up. She wraps one arm around Economos’ shoulders and her other around Harcourt’s. “G’night you three,” he says. You lift your hand to give them a short wave in return. They help her limp to her tent before retiring to their own respective ones.

You hope she’s okay. Out of this team of Americans that Waller has ordered you to team up with, you find Adebayo to be the least grating.

You, Vigilante and Chris remain by the campfire. Vigilante rests his face on his cupped hands and looks at you. Like a psychopathic masked cherub.

“C’mon Birdie, just these three bottles? Please?”

You roll your eyes again- you’re going to pull an eye muscle if you spend any more time around Vigilante- his incessant chatting makes you grind your teeth. Mostly because it’s extremely irritating but also because you’re a little bit jealous. Your fellow MI6 agents used to complain that you talked too much and gave each other significant looks whenever you went on and on. 

But of course, that was before your accident. Who would have guessed that stealing a prototype supersonic jet on behalf of Her Majesty’s Secret Service would end up with you being royally fucked? You woke up weeks later with the world’s most deadly sonic vocal cords. The icing on the cake was MI6 ordering you to join Amanda Waller’s investigation into the butterflies, probably as punishment for failing your previous mission.

You take a deep breath and quietly murmur a gentle, low note. The ground vibrates and the first empty bottle of Budweiser shatters. You concentrate hard and hum a second note and the next bottle cracks in a perfect straight line down the middle, the two halves fall apart. Another inhale and you let out a soft whisper- the third beer bottle is blasted backwards into the air by a sonic wave.

Vigilante leans back to rest on his elbows and looks at you appreciatively. “Never gets old.”

There is a moment’s pause as the three of you stare into the fire. “I never asked anyone at Corto Maltese but what does it feel like, having… abilities?” asks Chris “My sonic boom helmet is pretty cool but it must be scary as fuck having it inside your head.”

You shrug. You preferred life before your powers. Before MI6 had sent you here as punishment for failing to retrieve that jet and nearly getting yourself killed. You miss when you could sing Natasha Bedingfield on karaoke and laugh ‘til you cried without shattering every window in your flat. 

“She misses not being able to talk. I get it Birdie, it feels good to open up and get your feelings out.”

“Vij, stop making shit up. You don’t know that she misses talking.”

“Uh- I think I know how my second best friend forever is feeling. I can read her body language.”

Second best friend forever? Is that sarcasm? As far as you could tell, Vigilante doesn’t really understand sarcasm, nevermind make sarcastic quips himself. So does he actually think you’re friends? 

He may be a borderline stalker that follows you around like a little puppy but the fact that he is super observant comes in handy. It’s probably why you work so well together- even if you don’t like to admit it. In combat, he watches your every move and responds and adapts so quickly that it feels like you’re in sync. 

“Tell me he’s talking out his ass,” says Chris

You give a small shake of your head and Chris still looks confused. You pull out your phone and open the notes app.

‘He’s right.’ You type and hold up your screen reluctantly.

“See!” Vigilante points at you enthusiastically. “I can but she hates to admit it! I’m a mind-reader, baby. No wait, better than a mind-reader, a body-reader! And damn, I love to read that body.”

You exhale through your nose, scoffing silently but you take a much longer swig of beer. You really do hate admitting that he’s right. What does it say about you that the only person in the team who can’t pick up on most normal social cues can read you like a book? You remind yourself that his body-reading really did save your backside when you were fighting the butterflies earlier. 

One of them had snuck up on you from behind and clamped his hand over your mouth, stopping you from emitting your sonic scream. He had a blade against your throat, ready to sever your vocal cords to stop you from killing any more of his comrades. But Vigilante threw a knife at his head with precision, the blade inches from your face, leaving you soaked in blood, breathless and lying on your back staring up at him, blinking in disbelief, adrenaline coursing through your veins. His towering figure hoisted you back up to your feet with such ease… it actually looked kind of hot. Not that you could ever tell him that.

“Hey Birdie,” you look up at Vigilante and can tell by his sing-song voice that he’s still smirking under his mask “Have you ever been fucked so hard that you brought down an apartment building?”

“Jesus Christ, Vij!” scolds Chris

This time you don’t make a sour face or give him an eye roll. You flush involuntarily and end up looking down at your crossed legs, praying that neither Vigilante nor Chris can read your expression. Your domino mask only covers part of your face so you hope the bonfire makes the heat rising in your cheeks less noticeable. 

He’s touched a nerve. Yes, you miss laughing and singing but there’s something you miss even more. You haven’t even touched yourself in over a year, nevermind had sex, just in case you make any noise. You’ve had sex dreams that turn into nightmares, always ending the same way- a moan of pleasure that becomes a horrified scream as your sonic waves blow the brains out of the faceless lover in your dreams.

You look up and they’re still staring at you expectantly. You shake your head.

“Shit,” exhales Chris “I thought I had it bad in prison but a vow of silence and abstinence? You’re for sure getting into heaven.”

You smirk. You’ve killed way too many people to get into heaven.

“Say the word and I’ll help you out, Birdie,” says Vigilante. 

“Come on Vij, I said cut it out,” Chris interjects.

Your eyes don’t leave Vigilante, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. But you wait for him to finish.

“I saw how that butterfly left you defenceless earlier when he had his hand over your mouth. Just blink twice and I’ll do the same thing, babe. One hand over your mouth and the other deep in your-”

“Okay - that’s enough!” Chris gets up and hoists Vigilante to his feet by the scruff of his suit. “Blackbird is just trying to fuckin’ have a beer and you think you can harass her?”

You sit in stunned silence, momentarily distracted by Chris’ profound moment of self-growth. It was only last week that he was sexually harassing your waitress in Fennel Fields, and according to Harcourt, harassing her in a bar just days ago. You bite your lip, your gaze returning to Vigilante and you can feel the flush on your face spreading down your neck and to your chest. You’re grateful that your leather suit doesn’t leave any skin below your neck exposed.

“I’ll take first shift. I’m supposed to be watching for butterflies,” says Chris and he roughly lets go of Vigilante. He points two fingers at his eyes and points them at Vigilante. “But I’ll be watching you too.”

“Aww come on! I’m not a creep.” Vigilante holds up his hands in protest and you find yourself noticing how large his hands actually are. “But I do have duct tape,” he adds, glancing over at you. You’re glad when he turns 180 degrees and positively skips off towards his tent so he doesn’t notice your chest heaving as you try to steady your breath. Calm down.  

You continue to watch him on his way to the far side of the camp as you finish your drink. You throw the empty bottle in with the others in the bin. You nod to Chris and point your thumb at your tent.

“Sleep tight Birdie. I’ll keep an eye on Vij for you.”

You smile and wave your hand away, It’s fine don’t worry about me, but Chris totally misreads your body language.

“Yeah, I’ll push him away like that-“ he mimics your hand wave “Read you loud and clear.”

You thought your signing and expressions were obvious but Chris reminds you again that Vigilante is the only person you’ve met who can read your movements like he’s reading your mind.

In your tent, you begin to peel off your skintight black leather suit. The dried blood from earlier cracks and flakes as you peel it off. You’re thankfully uninjured. Just a few aches and bruises, and a small scratch where the butterfly held his blade against your neck but you’re grateful you got off lightly. You strip to your plain black cotton underwear and sports bra and use a bottle of water and washcloth to get rid of the remaining blood and sweat from your body, trying your best to get it out of your hair. You need a real shower but this will do for now.

You crawl into your sleeping bag and as you had expected, you can’t get comfortable. Almost immediately you start to toss and turn. It’s unreasonably hot in here, despite the cool night air outside. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and when you lie still you can hear your heartbeat. 

You unzip your sleeping back, exposing your skin to the cool air and lie on your back, hands resting on your tummy. You trace your hand upwards, imagining Vigilante’s much bigger hand moving up past your throat to cover your mouth. You press your knees shut, trying to ignore the low hum of frequency buzzing between them. Your other hand seems to have a mind of its own and reaches down to lightly graze your swollen clit over the fabric of your underwear. You accidentally let out a single agonising groan. The hard ground vibrates and the fabric of the tent whooshes. Pausing, you hold your breath to see if anyone is stirring.

Nope.

You sit bolt upright. Fuck, it is so fucking frustrating being worked up with no release- ever. 

Breathe. 

Come on, you think, you can do this. You’ve gone over a year without this. Self-preservation. World preservation. You’ve taken down a group of five butterflies with a single, ear-splitting scream- who knows what sonic shockwaves would occur if you orgasmed?

And yet. 

Could Vigilante be right? The butterfly had rendered you helpless with one hand. Could the solution to your frustration be as simple as a strong hand over your mouth?

“I do have duct tape.” 

Heat sears between your legs. You kneel in front of the canvas entrance of your tent. You reach out tentatively to unzip your tent. Your hand hesitates. What if Chris or one of the others sees you?

On second thoughts, you sit back onto your heels, acutely aware of the way your underwear has felt increasingly hot and sticky since Vigilante skipped off to his tent. You place one hand over your mouth and slide the other one into your underwear.

When you close your eyes, the memory of Vigilante standing over you to retrieve his knife from the butterfly's skull enters your mind. The way his strong arms practically scooped you up and out of your stupor. How he firmly placed his hands on each of your shoulders and looked you over to make sure you were uninjured.

“I’ll do the same thing babe. One hand over your mouth and the other deep in your-” 

Oh for God’s sake. You’re furious with your own lack of self-control as you decide you need to find out how that sentence ends. You unzip the door slowly, quietly and poke your head out into the dark night air. To your left, Chris is still beside the fire, looking out towards the horizon, his back facing the small group of tents. You look towards the right- at Vigilante’s tent. It’s the furthest away from the rest of the group- about thirty or so metres away from yours.

You’ve never moved so quickly and so cat-like in your life. You tiptoe barefoot and half-naked out of your tent and creep silently towards Vigilante’s. You unzip his tent door and hastily climb in. 

“Fuck!” Vigilante scrambles around and sits up in his sleeping bag, he shines both a torch and a gun in your face, blinding you. You furiously press a finger to your lips to try and get him to shush. “What the-?” He blurts. Looking at the torch, you make a barely audible “Shh” and the bulb cracks. Everything in the tent goes dark.

“Birdie?” he whispers “I nearly shot you- I thought you were a butterfly.” You both look at the tent opening with bated breath, waiting to see if anyone has noticed the commotion. They don’t. The only sound is the canvas door moving gently in the cool night breeze.

With each blink, bright spots appear in front of your eyelids as your sight adjusts after being hit with the torch light. The dim moonlight barely penetrates the green canvas of the tent. You turn and see that Vigilante is only wearing a pair of teal boxer briefs- he is unsuited and unmasked. He’s no longer faceless and your eyes widen with the realisation that he is the busboy from Fennel Fields. Chris’ friend's brother- Adrian Chase. Adrian’s mouth opens in realisation as he brings a hand to feel his face, reading the recognition crossing yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers and tries to jam the mask back over his head but it gets caught on his glasses. “I can’t sleep with my mask on. I knew it would come back to bite me in the ass.” You reach out and grasp his arms firmly to stop his panicked movements. You let go and hold up your arms in an exaggerated shrug. He stops. “You’re right B bird. You were the only one left in the group who didn’t know my secret identity and you’ve seen me now.” And he tosses the mask aside. 

Your stomach does a little flip as your still-adjusting eyes take him in. Wow- he’s handsome. Thank God. Thick wavy black hair, green eyes, glasses and a muscular, lean body littered with scars.

His glasses are askew and he adjusts them- you can’t help but look at the veins on his muscular forearms as he does it. He halts and looks back at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion “What are you doing here? Shit- did Chris spot something on his watch?”

Fuck. 

You pause. He doesn’t know why you’re here. He was joking. Of course, he was- he never stops joking. He was probably just making fun of you. 

You try to make your expression blank and unreadable and all sorts of wild excuses flash through your mind. You hold up a finger, signalling for him to wait and bring up the notes app on your phone.

‘I heard a wolf’ you type and show him the phone screen.

“And you came in here rather than deal with it yourself? Alright-” he cocks his gun and starts crawling towards the open tent door. You wave your hands, telling him to stop and you zip the tent door blocking his exit. You quickly type on your phone again

‘Gone now. Can I sleep here in case it comes back?’ 

He looks up from your phone screen. “Birdie? Scared of a wolf? Damn, I thought you weren’t scared of anything!” He laughs quietly and you scowl. “Okay, okay- I won’t tell the rest of them you’re scared of wolves. Pinky swear.” He extends his pinky and you grasp it with your own. You wonder if he knows that there aren’t any wolves in these woods.

“Make yourself at home- Casa de Vigilante.” He waves across the surprisingly tidy tent and you’re secretly pleased that he’s scrubbed himself clean of (most of) the blood and dirt from earlier. He looks around the tent and his eyes land back on you and for the first time, he realises you’re wearing underwear and a sports bra. It’s not your sexiest lingerie but you feel a jolt of satisfaction as his gaze lingers a fraction too long. 

“Jeez, you must be freezing,” he says. Oh. Were his eyes just looking over your goosebump-covered skin? “You take the sleeping bag”

You can’t believe that after his comments earlier he is actually being a gentleman. This is not going to plan at all. He has no idea that his throwaway flirtatious remark momentarily shattered your worldview. 

Maybe this is why you find him so maddening. He is everything you aren’t. Everything you can’t be. He’s loud, he’s openly flirtatious and he’s unserious. The quieter you are, the more you recede into your shell. You can’t flirt anymore because you need to suppress all your sexual desires. You can’t even let out a sigh of laughter without causing a serious injury so you feel like you’re gradually losing your sense of humour.

“Hey, Birdie? Are you okay?” He looks into your face, concerned. 

That motherfucker. Of course, he’s caring too. You can’t stand it. You grasp his worried face and wrestle him into a kiss. 

Take that, you think as you bite his bottom lip.

It takes him a beat to realise what is happening but when he does he surges forward hungrily, his hand curls a fistful of your hair. He smells like the 5th of November. The bonfire smoke lingers on his skin and underneath the burnt gunpowder scent, there’s something fresh and citrusy- like bergamot. 

You taste his warm tongue as it enters your mouth and you trace your hand down his chest. He makes a noise low in his throat in response and using his hand to hold your jaw open he kisses you deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue. You pull apart to get some air. Your masked eyes meet his bright green ones. His glasses are askew again and his cheeks are flushed.  

“Holy fuck- I’ve thought about kissing you every day since the moment I first saw you Birdie but I thought you hated me?”

You shrug and he laughs.

“Aw, I get it. Poor B bird, you’re just mean to me because you’re all frustrated. But I know deep down you like me. ”

You scrunch your nose, mockingly and your fingers continue downwards to graze his cock. But- wait a minute. Your eyes widen as you get a better feel for what you’re dealing with. Your hand grips round his thick cock through the fabric of his underwear. You rip your gaze away from his green eyes to look down and almost do a double-take. You thought they called him ‘ Thimble ’.

“Oh,” he says “Chris gives everyone a dick-based nickname. He gave me mine when I was 12.”

You continue to look at him incredulously.

“It was in a locker room, it’s a lot less weird than it sounds. Alright… maybe it is as weird as it sounds.” He pauses “Fuck is it also weird that your surprised reaction to my dick is making me even harder? The ol’ bait and switch.”

You’re trying very, very hard to keep your eyes unrolled. Your hands travel back up to his pecs and he lets you push him back so that he’s lying on his sleeping bag. You swing your leg over his body to straddle his hips and pull your sports bra off in one swift movement. 

“Holy fuck.” He groans like he can’t believe his eyes, grabbing your tits lecherously. “Your tits look even better than they do in that little black suit.” 

Perv.  

The scars on his body practically beg you to kiss them and so you start working your way down, slowly planting kisses on a healed shrapnel wound on his neck, a small scar on his sternum, following a trail of scratches down his abdomen and your lips meet the trail of dark hair below his belly button. You tug his boxers down, revealing his cock. You feel a rush of heat between your legs as you see it’s hard, leaking and desperate to be sucked.

He adjusts his glasses and looks down in anticipation. You slowly lick the underside of his cock and he lets out a quiet whimper as you circle your tongue over his head. You open your mouth ready to take him in when he sits up on his elbows. “Wait-”

You pause and look at him, eyes wide and mouth open, your tongue resting on his frenulum. 

“Is it safe?” he asks. There’s a glint of something in his eye. Fear? Is Vigilante actually afraid of something- you? You nod reassuringly in answer to his question. “You’re sure you can do it without making any noise?” You nod again, your tongue still on him and his cock bobs with your head movement. “Okay” he acquiesces but he remains on his elbows, looking down at you as you open your jaw as wide as you can and try to take all of him in.

It’s been at least 18 months since you did this but you don’t remember it being this difficult. Your lips feel stretched as you take in as much of his length as you can. Your tongue slides up and down the underside of his penis and you feel his head hit the back of your throat but your lips aren’t even close to the base. 

“Fuck, you were so mean before. And now you’re being such a good girl for me- what happened to you Birdie?”

Good girl. Ugh, why does that make you melt?

You concentrate hard and you desperately want to moan but you can’t make any noise with your vocal cords. The only sound is the obscenely wet slurping of your saliva as you swirl your tongue around his length.

You look up at him again and see he has the same glint in his eyes as before. And you realise it isn’t just fear, it’s excitement. 

Sick fuck.

He’s excited at the danger - that you might accidentally blow him to smithereens while, well, blowing him.

“Wait… wait…” he groans and cups your chin. Oh no- maybe he’s realised the life-threatening position he’s in? “I’m gonna blow my load if you keep doing that.” 

Yes! You think with satisfaction.

“Just looking at your pretty mouth- oh fuck- that dangerous little mouth that just killed an entire swarm of butterflies. Fuck- it makes me wanna cum.”

He’s deranged. But you’re desperate to please him, give him that release he deserves for saving your life earlier. You nod with your mouth still full, giving him permission to cum down your throat.

“I can’t,” he genuinely looks anguished “Because I still wanna fuck you. And I really wanna taste your pussy… will you let me?”

You reluctantly remove his cock from your mouth and purse your lips with worry. You shake your head.

“You don’t want me to go down on you? Isn’t that why you came in here B?” You crawl up towards him and lie on your side, facing him. Adrian turns on his side and looks into your eyes. Your eyes are wide, pleading that he understands. 

“You think it’s too dangerous for me to go down on you?” You give a small embarrassed nod. 

“Hey, what did I promise you?” He tilts your head up. “I promised you I’d put one hand over your mouth…” He covers your mouth with his left hand and you’re forced by the sudden weight of him onto your back “... and the other…” His right hand pulls your underwear off and he gently glides over your wet folds with his fingers. The pads of his fingers lightly graze your throbbing clit and you fight not to buck your hips greedily. He leans in to whisper, his lips touching your ear and his breath hot “...deep in your cunt.”

Adrian sucks two of his fingers and then sinks them deep into your aching pussy, curling up and hitting the spot you crave, his palm rubbing your clit. You arch your back as he presses his fingers inside you.

“Oh man, you are so fucking wet already. Is that just from sucking my cock? Or is it from when you were in your tent coming up with that wolf story?”

Fuck - he did know. 

“Just look at you- squirming and totally fucking defenceless. I could do whatever I wanted to you and you couldn’t even stop me because my hand is stopping your one power.” Your eyes roll back in your head- for once not in exasperation but in pleasure. 

Please, Adrian, do whatever you want with me. 

You feel your pussy getting wetter thinking about how he’ll split you in half with his fat cock after this. Your head is already spinning and he’s only using two fingers.

“I never thought you’d be like this. I never thought you’d be a little slut that creeps into my tent in the middle of the night. I thought you were stuck up but here you are, getting off on being held down and finger fucked by the guy you hate.”

Fuck, he really can talk.

Adrian’s theory is put to the test as you feel a soft moan try to escape your throat. You’re worried that your own head might explode. But nothing happens. The sound is dampened against the palm of his hand. He feels the vibrations against his palm and realises that he was right. It spurs him on to go faster and he lowers his head to your pussy. You feel his hot tongue lick between your folds. He finds your clit and starts moving his tongue in quick firm circles. His fingers continue to curl and press upwards, tapping a beautiful rhythm as your muscles squeeze round his thick digits.

“Oh, Birdie I’m gonna make you cum all over my fingers then I’m going to fuck this tight, wet little pussy.” His mouth returns to your clit but you’re already past the point of no return. His words, God damn his words, sneak up on you and push you over the edge, your first orgasm in over a year and it arrives quicker than it ever has before. Blinding, searing heat rips you apart from inside out as you’re hurled headfirst into your release. The walls of your pussy flare and contract around his fingers, you see stars as your chest heaves and you give another muffled desperate moan into Adrian’s hand. 

Fuck, you can’t believe you’re cumming for Vigilante. 

He gives a few slow licks up the entire length of your slit, releases his hand from your mouth and crawls up towards you. His arms on either side of your head, he gives you another slow, deep kiss. 

“Did you like that, B?” Even if you could use your vocal cords, you’re not sure you’d be able to speak. He laughs as you gaze at him through heavy lids. “You are so adorable when you’re satisfied” he gently pinches your cheek “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He clambers off you and rummages around in his duffel bag and your abdomen clenches with delight when you see he’s holding duct tape. “I need to warn you that this might hurt when you take it off.” He regularly kills people for doing graffiti but looks genuinely concerned at the idea of duct tape causing you discomfort. Maniac. You nod and point to your mouth, encouraging him to seal your lips.

He straddles you, peels a short length of duct tape and rips it off the roll with his teeth. “Ready?” Using his large, gentle hands he firmly presses the duct tape over your lips. Fuck, you feel constricted but it’s turning you on even more. A wicked idea flashes across your mind. You put your wrists together and eagerly extend your arms towards him.

He gasps in mock dismay, and then a wild smile crosses his face. “You are such a little slut for me, pretty Birdie. Are you normally this kinky?”

You flush bright pink. You’re not. But tonight you want to give Adrian total control, so you wait with your arms out, eyes pleading, and he obliges. He wraps the duct tape around your wrists and once again uses his teeth to detach the length from the roll of tape. 

“Holy fucking shit” he tosses the roll back into his bag and looks at you hungrily. He takes your tied arms and moves them above your head to give him a better view of your tits. “All those times I’ve dreamed about you naked in my bed, I never thought you’d be gift-wrapped.” 

You look up at him and feel truly helpless. Adrian’s head drops down to give the contour of your neck a long drag of his tongue, slow and hot and gentle. He trails kisses along your jaw and stops when his lips are almost touching your ear. “If there’s anything you don’t like, baby, just let me know. Hit me or something.” He whispers.

This brief shift in tenderness and his consideration for your enthusiastic consent simply leaves you in a puddle. You nod and hold your breath waiting for his next move.

He starts to work down, kissing your neck, your collarbone and then you feel your blood burning fire through your veins as his lips envelop your left nipple. He squeezes your tits, cupping them with both hands and his teeth gently graze your sensitive skin. Your back arches and he lifts his head up, watching you writhe. His calloused fingers pinch both of your nipples and he plants sloppy, wet kisses across your chest. Adrian’s kisses then land on your ribs and trail down your stomach.

You’re already soaking fucking wet again. You try to move your legs apart, eager to let him see how ready you are but his knees on either side of yours block the way. Your pussy is slick, swollen and desperate for him to fill you up again. 

“Patience, Birdie.” He kisses just below your belly button and when his eyes close and he moves back up to suck your other nipple you let out a muffled whine. 

“Fuck, your skin is so soft,” He buries his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent “And how do you smell so good after kicking ass all day? Like leather…and lavender..”

You wriggle out from underneath him impatiently, pulling your legs up to your chest and wrapping your ankles behind his waist. He pulls his head away from your neck and looks at you with impish delight. You bring your tied wrists over his head and behind his neck so you can better leverage your body into his. He kisses the duct tape across your lips. 

“So demanding.” His whisper chastises you with a cocky smile.

He moves back, untangling himself from you so he can get a better look at you lying flushed and naked on his sleeping bag. You draw your knees up to your chest so he can see how desperate and soaking your pussy is and he holds your legs above you by the calves. Adrian surveys the sight before him appraisingly and slaps the meat of your thigh with an open palm. 

You whine into the sticky covering on your mouth and in response, he traces his fingers gently up and down your soaking-wet entrance.

“God, you have a beautiful pussy. It’s like it was fucking made for me to be in it.”

He puts two fingers inside your leaking cunt and slowly draws them back out. You look down and blush at how wet you are as he takes himself in his now wet hand and strokes his length with your slick. 

Adrian lets go of your calves, catches the backs of your knees, and spreads your legs, pulling you towards him. He kneels in front of you and runs the blunt head of his cock through your folds. A jolt of panic sears through you when you feel his thick head at your entrance. You grab a fistful of Adrian’s wavy hair, and force him to look in your eyes. Be gentle, your eyes plead. It’s been a long time since you’ve had sex and you hope he has the sense not to fucking destroy you with his cock.

“I’ll go slow” Adrian presses his forehead against your head and stares deeply into your eyes as if reading your mind. He pulls back and tenderly brushes your hair away from your masked face then he returns his hand to guide himself into your pussy.

And then- pressure. Blunt and thick as he breaks you open over his cock. 

Your hand grabs his hair as if by instinct and Adrian watches your face intently as you squeeze your eyes shut. Come on, you think to yourself, you’ve literally been stabbed multiple times- you can take a fucking cock.

“This okay B?” You nod determinedly as he pushes deeper. “Fuck, you’re so warm. And so… fucking…tight.” His words are as slow as the incredibly controlled way he pushes himself into you and you feel like your insides are being rearranged. Fuck, you’re know you’re going to ache for days after this.

You let out a deep exhale and at the same time, he groans as he fully sheathes himself into you. You’re grateful for the respite when he pauses and you can tell from his furrowed brow and shaking arms that he’s struggling not to cum already. 

He’s only paused for seconds but his self-restraint sends waves of arousal washing over you. You wriggle again, this time moving your hips in tiny circles, feeling him throb as you squeeze around him as hard as you can.

“Such an impatient little Birdie,” he says, gritting his teeth as you squirm underneath him. “Trying to make me cum first.” Your wriggling has given him newfound determination to make you cum again- before he does.

He starts to ramp up his pace so in return you squeeze your muscles tightly and move your hips, attempting to fuck yourself back into him, even though the stretch of him feels searing.

“Is this what you needed? Needed the fucking you’ve dreamed of - since even before you got your powers?”

His words do something to you. You let out an involuntary whine into the duct tape and he laughs. “Yeah, this is what you needed baby.” 

How does he switch like this? So sweet and then just so, so filthy, so degrading . You remind yourself again that Vigilante is probably a psychopath. But you can’t deny that the way he talks is really, really turning you on - and he knows it. 

Adrian’s hands thread through your hair and his biceps are at either side of your face. For the first time, you wish your mouth wasn’t covered with duct tape so you could kiss his arms and feel his tongue in your mouth again. You plant your tape-covered mouth into his neck anyway, inhaling the scent of smoke and his bergamot fragrance. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you Birdie. The way you roll those pretty eyes at me. I knew I could make you like me. And I know you really, really like how my cock is filling you up. The others would never believe how much you fucking like me now.”

The sound of his thrusts become shamefully wetter in response to his words. 

“Fuck, I felt that. Who knew you’d get so wet hearing me talk. You. Pretty. Little. Slut.”

Your toes curl as he punctuates the last four words with brutal thrusts. He takes your tied wrists and pins them above your head, they brush the zips on the tent door. The silhouette of his broad shoulders and outstretched arm makes you notice the size difference between you. His head drops down to your throat and he sucks on your neck as his fingers dig bruises into your forearms.

“Thank God your mouth is covered or the whole team would know that you’ll be spending tonight cumming all over my cock.”

He moves his other hand down between your bodies and you exhale pitifully at the canvas ceiling when the tip of his finger starts rubbing small firm circles on your clit. Oh fuck, this is it. The same flicker of warning from earlier as he continues to thrust inside you. 

“Y’know I’d gladly let you fucking decimate my entire apartment building if it meant I could hear you cumming for me.” 

From anyone else, this would be a joke but Vigilante is a fucking lunatic and you know he’s being sincere. Is there anyone you could be with who would honestly let you do that? You feel tears swimming in your eyes and you start to see stars. You’d be audibly sobbing with lust and relief if you could.

“Fuck yeah, come on, fucking cum on my cock,” He whispers in your ear, his tone becomes gentle. “Come on, pretty Birdie, do it again for me.” 

Everything surges hot and molten while he keeps pounding himself into you. You cum and the moan that escapes you is so fierce that the masking tape on your face vibrates. Your fingers search wildly behind your head and grab onto the nearest thing- the tent zipper - as your walls convulse and squeeze around his cock in pleasure. 

Adrians hips stutter “Holy shit you get so tight when you cum.” You give him another squeeze “Oh fuck, I’m gonna— I’m- wh-where? Do you want me to cum on your stomach?”

You don’t have time to grab your phone and tell him on your notes app about how your supersonic accident was permanent birth control. So instead you shake your head, wrap your legs even more tightly around his waist and lift your hips off the ground pressing yourself to him tightly. 

Inside. Please cum inside me, Adrian. 

He understands, like you knew he would, and the desperate pull of your legs makes him plow his hips deep into yours. His whispered moans jump up to a fortissimo as he buries his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder and he empties his load inside you. “Fuckfuckfuck” his curses turn into an incomprehensible stream of consciousness. His hips shudder, he gives a final loud groan and you feel his cock throbbing as the hot ropes of his release coat your insides. 

He’s heavy on top of you but comfortable. Like a muscular weighted blanket. You could lie here forever, he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck and his warm cum leaks out of you, making a mess of his sleeping bag. 

Your masked face is damp- tears have been streaming down your cheeks. A build-up of emotions passes over you like a wave. You’re just honestly grateful that you met someone as reckless as Vigilante. How many people could say they had someone willing to risk their life just to please them?

Suddenly- footsteps. Fuck, Adrian had been loud. 

“Blackbird? Fuck! Her tent is open and she’s not here!” Shit- that’s Chris’ voice.

“Peacemaker, over here!” yells Harcourt and you can hear her voice only feet from your head. Damn she was stealthy.

You and Adrian barely have time to look at each other before the tent door is wrenched open, and Agent Harcourt is pointing a gun inside. 

Chris and Harcourt stare open mouthed in shock. Adrian on top of you, flushed, sweating, glasses askew. You with tears in your eyes, masking tape over your mouth and your hands bound and stretching for the tent door. You and Adrian come to the same realisation as you lock eyes. 

You wave your hands at Chris and Harcourt wildly, in a ‘Stop!” motion. Chris, as usual, misreads your meaning entirely and seems to think your waving means ‘Help!’ .

“God damnit Vij!”

Adrian looks up, horrified “No, no, no, no. This is so not what it looks like!” 

“I’m not gonna enjoy kicking your ass,” says Chris, putting his helmet on “But someone has to do it.”

Fuck. 

You rip the duct tape off of your mouth- your eyes squeeze shut in pain as you feel your top lip split. “Chris, stop!” you whisper urgently and Chris is hit by the sonic wave, sending him flying into the air and landing on his back over ten feet away. You all watch as he sits up slowly, dazed but uninjured.

“Holy shit,” laughs Adrian in amazement “I didn’t know you had a British accent.”

Idiot. 

Chapter 2: Bird After Reading

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