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mentions: threesome, competitiveness, also possessiveness, oral sex (f!recieving), tongue fucking, fingering, sliiiight edging? dirty talk, petnames, praises, can we say overstim too, boobplay, groping, am i missing anything else (the way this was supposed to be a drabble.....)

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jason todd and clark kent— prime— only had one thing in common, and that was being competitve

so when you put two competitve people in the same room, on top of the same bed and eating you out at the same time, best believe there will be competition “hey! move over!” “and give you this pussy? fuck no” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing-- two grown men, between your legs and facing your drenched cunt, arguing about eating you out like refusing to share candy. god, the heat in between your legs and them doing nothing about it made you frustrated “oh shut the fuck up” you spread your thighs wider and buried your hands in both of their hairs to shove both of their faces on your pussy at the same time. and the synchronized slow drag from their tongues on your clit made you knock your head back with a loud moan, the sensation buzzing through

clark’s tongue was focused on your clit, the pace fast and quick and enough to leave you breathless, feeling his tongue repeatedly both play and abuse your clit. jason’s tongue was in your pussy, slow yet deep as his warm tongue was making your walls pulse like crazy

“that’s it, baby” clark purred, two fingers gently spreading your folds apart without his pace stopping, making sure your clit truly felt every part of his tongue. “tell jason who’s really makin’ you feel good”

that made jason roll his eyes, slowly retracting his tongue back, your walls now clenching on nothing. you whined from the empty feeling, but it quickly trailed into a moan the moment you felt two of his thick, calloused fingers bury themselves in your pussy till his knuckles were nudging. the way his fingers filled up the space and went along perfectly with clark’s tongue was making your brain foggy. for two people who were different, they surprisingly worked really well together

“attagirl” a smirk formed on jason’s lips, his green eyes dark with lust as they were pinned up on you. “tell him who’s girl you are”  a choked sound left your lips when you felt his fingers curl in you, nudging in all the right spots 

clark’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, flattening his tongue and pressing it flat onto your clit. the pressure made your hips jerk back, a small yelp heard from you and your grip on his hair both twitching and tightening on his locks. now that formed a grin on clark’s busy lips

“you should feel the way she’s grippin my hair” he spoke from your pussy, resuming the insatiable pace. “says—“ lick. “a lot—“ lick. “doesn’t it?” lick.

your voice was trembling, arching your back for more of jason’s fingers, for more of clark’s tongue, for more. “jaso- ohhh clar- mph!” poor you couldn’t even get their names out.

and of course, clark’s words got into jason’s head, making him lean forward and grab your jaw with his free hand to pull you into a kiss— passionate, sloppy, all tongue and saliva—  all while his other hand was still pumping his digits at all the right ways

“that’s it, gorgeous” he murmured on your lips, biting your bottom lip to slide his tongue in. “you’re my pretty girl, arent you?” his curled fingers were now nudging on a deep spot. and just by the way your clit was twitching on clark’s tongue from his licks, you were about to be close

and clark knew— of course he did; this man knows your body like the back of his hand. there was no way you were going to cum on jason’s fingers first, not when he was right here

right where you knew one last flick from clark’s tongue would have been it, his mouth detached itself from your cunt. that made jason swallow a frustrated whimper from you from the lost warmth and sensation. but all was forgiven when you felt clark’s thick tip rub onto your cunt, hard and already leaking with pre cum. the feeling of his tip, rubbing on your saliva-covered clit with the pre-beads of cum made both of you moan

just like jason, clark hovered on top of you, trailing his lips to the sensitive parts of your skin and leaving open-mouthed hickeys and bites, saliva trailing all over. his hand went to your boob, squeezing and fondling it while brushing his thumb on your hard nipples, his touch making you arch your back to press your boob more to his palm as you moved your hips for more friction for clark’s tip and jason’s fingers.

all while both of them were mindlessly blabbering praises, your head so fucked you couldn't tell who was saying what “ohhh fuck, even she prefers me more than him”

“cmon baby, be my good girl and prove him wrong”

“say my name out of those pretty lips, won’t you?” “mmmm, that’s it. take it all, take it all from me” let the games begin!

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(a/n: creative freedom is amazing)

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jason todd taglist: @profoundgreenturtle @raritygold @radheadphones @vayabenson @kisses717 @jude-inej (tags are open)

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just read the latest issue of superman and the only thing i couldn’t get off my mind was how pretty the eyeliner looked on superboy prime 

especially when its smudged from you riding him. good god hold me the fuck back 

“ohhh fuck, babe” clark moaned, his hands firmly and tightly placed on your hips. your pussy was riding him so good, taking and clenching on every inch of him. he looked up at you, panting with a dazed grin.  “like the eyeliner that much, huh?”

oh you loved it. the eyeliner and mascara that he was previously wearing were now smudged around his eyes, along with your lip gloss placed not just on his lips but everywhere around him— cheeks, jaw, chest, abs, neck, every piece of skin your lips could capture

“mhm” was what you managed to whine out, feeling the mushroom tip of his cock hit your cervix deep and your warm walls feeling each and every vein brush them. the sensation of it never failed to make your eyes half lidded and your lips fully parted into an ‘o’—a pornographic sight that clark loved seeing on you

“mm i bet you do” he responded, watching your boobs move with each thrust of your hips. he places a sloppy kiss in between them, before bringing them up and leaving trails of saliva on your chest until they met your lips. “never knew you were— hah— into emo boys”

“clark, im gonna cum” you moaned on his lips, your hips now stuttering and your walls tightening around his cock from how close you were, making you swallow a groan from him. clark’s hands that were on your hips trailed down to your ass, cupping your flesh and bringing back your pace— if not, faster. harder

“this dick’s all yours, pretty girl” he panted over your moans, which grew louder from the sudden pace. “gonna be my turn to turn you into a mess-- fuck, im close” eyeliner!prime for the win

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masterlist!

(a/n: in dan mora we trust)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca (tags are open)

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when people age, they normally become less attractive than they were. but jason? oh, your husband aged like fine wine

“attagirl” he grunted, meeting his hips with yours, thanks to his slightly calloused grip on your hips. “suckin’ me in like she doesn’t wanna let go.” his large cock was practically drilling in your tight pussy, the thrusts so lewd it could be considered sinful to hear 

truth be told, you didn’t want to let go— hell, you even orchestrated the entire situation. it’s been a long long time since jason fucked you mean, and all you had to do was place everything together for him to take the bait

some people called it crazy, you called it priorities. and that meant having it from the back 

“j-jay- mmph!” your moans and whines were muffled due to your face being buried in the pillows, feeling your saliva spread the pillowcase and the sheets wrinkle under you and jason’s bodies. “big… so big”

“you asked for this, sweetheart.” you could practically hear the dazed smirk from his lips. “you can take it, yeah? you always—have” a moan left both from him and yours when he brushes a spot in your walls that made you clench over him tighter than you already were

he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his large chest now pressed against your back. “don’t give up on me now, gorgeous” he kissed the back of your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck, a muffled groan of your name leaving his lips. “jesus, this never gets old”

yup, fineeeeee wine 

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(a/n: when i realized that i never wrote for dilf jason, i had to get to work. this took me like 5-10 mins to write lol so not proofread)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @champagnesbiggestproblem @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer (tags are open)

——————————————————————— the forbidden fruit series! remedy. mr and mrs wayne. dolce viral. family priorities. good morning, or afternoon. lipstick. willpower 22 stitches  sleep in   broken minds knocked out kiss and makeup (nsfw) all that's left is a ghost of you tense morning tied up with your love (nsfw) late night snack (nsfw) time and patience welcome back (nsfw) fate all night (nsfw) nostalgia

positions (nsfw hc) intimacy (hc) matching sets (hc)

drabble #1! (nsfw). drabble #2! (nsfw) drabble #3! (ft. hal jordan + nsfw) drabble #4! drabble #5! (ft. leon s. kennedy + nsfw) drabble #6! (nsfw) drabble #7! (nsfw) drabble #8! (nsfw) drabble #9! (nsfw) drabble 10! drabble 11! drabble #12 (ft. clark kent + nsfw) drabble #13! (nsfw) drabble #14! (nsfw) drabble #15! (nsfw) drabble #16!

COLLAB: scissorhvnds x bat1nsignia <3

+more to come!

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there wasn’t a single man on earth who wasn’t jealous of bruce wayne 

i mean, look at him— he literally has it all. besides his face and physique, bruce belonged to one of the founding families of gotham and is single-handedly the richest and most powerful man in the entire city. not to mention, you were his striking and beautiful wife, always by his side as a wife any men would dream for

a group of men approached you and bruce’s table, watching you laugh at something he whispered in your ear with a faint smirk. “wayne” one of the men spoke, making both bruce and you pause your conversation and look at them 

“we need to talk about business” the other said, his eyes darting at you before quickly looking away and clearing his throat, almost distracted by your beauty. i mean, you were wearing bvlgari

bruce raised a small eyebrow, his smirk from previously now faded. “gentleman i’d love to. but as you can see, me and my wife—"

“it’s fine” you turned to give him a small, reassuring smile. “i can go”

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

“im sure. plus, i spotted dinah with ollie”

bruce gave you a soft, worried look. a look that silently told you that you didn’t need to do this and that he’d rather spend the night with you. but your smile just softened, and you silently nodded as an ‘i’m-sure’, not looking offended at all. of course, you didn’t like it when your husband was busy. but at the end of the day, business is business 

you got up from your seat, feeling bruce’s hand on your waist reluctantly slither away from the soft silk of your dress. but before you could fully walk away from the table, your hand slowly trailed on the top rail of the chair before gently lifting bruce’s head for you to kiss him from behind— a kiss that was soft and deep, a kiss that would immediately turn passionate if it were not for the group of men that were watching

you pulled away— despite bruce wanting more— before giving a polite smile to the group of men and walking away towards dinah and ollie's direction, wiping your smudged lipstick with your finger

meanwhile bruce turned to face the men, his lips now having very visible traces of your lipstick— all with no intention from him to wipe it off. instead, he gestured to the free seats in front of him. “gentlemen” he spoke, not caring about the color on his lips while ignoring the slightly dropped jaws from the men and envious eyes. “lets talk business”

what a lucky man bruce wayne was, indeed

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(a/n: its been SO long since i wrote wife!reader for bruce stop thats my #dada anyway i wrote this on the train in like 10 mins help)

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im craving fluff, especially for jason todd

just think about it—  it was morning and you’re on the bed, sheets pulled to your chest as a way to cover your naked body after a night with him. and even though you didn’t wake up to his warmth and touch, the sight of it all made up for it

there he was, standing in the middle of your shared bedroom and pulling his sweatpants back on. you shifted your body to get a good angle at the view, tracing his scarred back with your gaze. faint, red claw marks were visible all thanks to you

and when he turned around, the hickeys and bites were now in view— some on his collarbone, others on his abs, any piece of skin your lips could get

maybe it was the afterglow or the sleep, but jason looked so… soft. he always was whenever he was with you. the fact that he loved and trusted you so much to let his guard down around you and just be himself made you feel cherished

it made a small smile form on your lips absentmindedly, your gaze softening as you just stared at him. but your eyes must have lingered too long because he glanced over and caught you staring. a faint smirk tugging on his lips

your smile softened when you saw him silently walk toward your side of the bed, noticing how his lips curved into a smile of his own before leaning down to cup your jaw and give you a soft, slow kiss— a kiss that made your smile widen on his lips, a kiss that felt less like desire and more like devotion, a kiss that made your chest ache in the best way

a kiss that made you fall in love with him all over again

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(a/n: smth about morning intimacy just scratches my brain perfectly)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @scissorhvnds @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

mentions: socialite!reader, friends with benefits, TENSIONNNNN OH MY GOD SO MUCH TENSION, unprotected p in v, creampie, public sex (bathroom help), petnames, praises, dirty talk, groping, boob sucking, eye contact!!, jerking off, reader doesnt know bruce is batman, i think thats all? (brain is lowkey a bit fried after eid but we ball because WE GOT SIX MORE ORDERS TO FINISH!!! grind never stops)

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everyone knows that deep down the playboy persona, bruce wayne hated galas

i mean, sure. most of them are for fundraisers and charities— which he doesn’t mind at all. but its more specifically at the galas where its nothing but music and gossip that made bruce have this feeling. 

he can choose not to go, but not going would ruin the playboy persona of a billionaire ‘who has nothing to do but drink and talk to ladies’ that he had crafted for years

that is, until he met you— the beautiful, mysterious socialite that has been present in the galas these past few months

bruce knew you, the socialite heir to your family’s fortune and a family that the waynes were acquainted with before the death of thomas and martha wayne. you were well known for not showing up to galas like this and letting another family member go in your favor, which explained why your sudden appearances made bruce slightly surprised-- not just because of your sudden interest at galas, but because of your beauty

everytime he was in a gala and he would spot you, his eyes would never leave you, often trailing his gaze down to admire the v neckline of your dress and the rest of it. 

but it wasn’t just your attire that bruce would lay eyes on, he would also hold eye contact with you— even from across the room, even if he was talking with someone, his eyes wouldn’t leave yours

your eyes were mesmerizing to him— seductive, amused and many emotions all at once. once bruce looked, he couldn’t look away. you and him could be in a room filled with people and his eyes would always meet with yours, only to find out that you were already looking

you would break eye contact by walking away from the crowd and into a dark corner of the gala, temptation trailing behind you that not even the great bruce wayne— who prided himself on self restraint- could resist

that was why whenever he was at a gala, the first person he’d look for would be you. and the first thing he would be looking for was a secluded place in the gala to bend you over

yes, bruce wayne only came to galas just for you-- to meet your lips with his with hunger and push your dress up to rub his clothed boner on your panties. would you say you two were fuck buddies? yes and no… mostly yes

but god, he couldn’t resist. not when you were trying so hard to silence yourself by biting your bottom lip or muffling them with bruce’s large hand covering your mouth, feeling how good his fat cock felt in your tight pussy. not when your lip stick was smudged all over your lips— and even catching on bruce— and looking at him with pleading, blown out eyes— all because of one simple eye contact between you two

tonight was an example. the golden lights shone from the chandelier with music playing and people chatting, a flute in their hands that was filled up to the brim with champagne. 

bruce was like no other, talking and politely laughing at some random boring joke from an investor while trying not to yawn of boredom. but his attention was soon caught when he saw you looking across at him, leaning on a wall with your own glass of champagne at hand and the look on your eyes that he couldn’t refuse

once you held eye contact, you smiled at him with an all knowing look before pushing yourself off the wall and slowly walking out of the party to another part of the venue

bruce turned back and politely excused himself with a smile, taking one last sip of his champagne before placing it on a waiter’s tray without looking back, his sights and attention all on you as he adjusted the cuff of his tuxedo

both of you were away from the dazzling atmosphere of the gala, the laughs and voices now muffled and faint. you two were far enough that no one would hear, but close enough that either of you could slip back inside, looking perfectly composed

bruce caught up with you, now walking alongside you. “mr wayne” you greeted, your voice velvet. bruce greeted you back, his eyes on the path yet his mind was already dizzy from your perfume

he knew how this game worked— how you would slow your pace just enough for him to notice the slit of your dress against your tight, how the subtle tilt of your smile meant trouble, how you enjoyed watching his restraing unravel piece by piece— and god, did it unravel fast around you

“you disappeared on me last week” bruce spoke, his voice low as he remembered last week’s gala— where he only came just for you, only to find out you left before he could even meet up with you privately

you just hummed. “did i?” you asked with slight amusement and a small tilt of your head, eyes on the marble path beneath you and bruce. 

“you left before i could find you” “that sounds dramatic; i didn’t realize bruce wayne was looking so hard”

that was when he finally looked at you, only to see your amused eyes already on his and feeling that familiar heat settling heavily in his chest— immediate and consuming. it was ridiculous how quickly you affected him, how he could spend hours getting shot and stabbed as batman without losing focus— yet one look from you and his thoughts turned filthy

“you wore this dress for me” bruce murmured, stepping closer while he walked— enough for his knuckles to brush yours. that made a soft laugh leave your lips.

 “you think everything’s about you” “yet you make it very hard not to think that”

he was right, you did wear this dress for him. and lying to him did nothing but confirm his suspicions

both of you reached the end of the corridor as your heels slowed down before finally stopping outside an ornate private restroom reserved for vip guests-- weird thing to reserve but this is the rich we’re talking about

but it was secluded and hidden in a corridor where no one would think to come. it was perfect, of course you’d picked it already

you turned, eyes flickering toward him. “coming, mr wayne?” a simple invitation that bruce nearly lost his mind at the sound of it as both of you slipped inside the bathroom, bruce locking the door without hesitation the second it closed behind him with the click echoing sharply through the marble bathroom

you set your champagne down beside the sink, turning to the mirror and pretending to be calm while checking your mirror. all while bruce watched you from behind. 

god, were you a sight

the curve of your back, the slit of your dress exposing your leg, the jewerly glittering against your throat, the lipstick neatly swiped on your lips— this man was looking at you the way starving men looked at food

from the reflection, your eyes darted to his as you held back a smirk from his gaze. “you’ve been staring at me all night” you commented quietly “you’ve been staring back” bruce’s response sounded low, almost restrained. it was hard to hold a simple conversation with you when all he wanted to do right now was press your body against his your smile deepened, making you slowly turn around to properly face him as you leaned back on the sink. “maybe i wanted attention” your voice dropped to an all-knowing octave, making bruce exahle slowly through his nose.

you were a dangerous woman and he knew what would happen if he meddled with someone like you. did it stop him though? fuck no bruce stepped forward until there was barely space between you, making your back press against the sink as you didn’t let go of eye contact. if he thought your perfume was tantalizing before, it was worse upclose— sweet, expensive and intoxicating enough to fog his head even more

your eyes flickered briefly from his gaze to his lips before returning them back to his eyes. his hand settled beside your waist against the edge of the sink. “its funny” he spoke softly. “in there, people think im charming” “they’re wrong?” “they dont realize how close i am to dragging you somewhere private everytime you look at me” that made your breath hitch almost silently. and of course, bruce noticed— he noticed everything about you— the way your fingers tightened around the railing, the slight press of your thighs together, the pulse fluttering in your throat

and as if the cherry on top, you smiled innocently from his words. “then what’s stopping you?”

that was his last straw, because bruce’s hand that was originally beside your waist slid there instantly to pull you flush against. a quiet gasp escaped your lips as his other hand came up beneath your chin “you keep testing me” “maybe i like seeing you lose control” from there, that was enough for bruce wayne to snap as you barely had time to inhale before his lips crashed against yours— hungry, possessive, weeks of tension and stolen looks poured into the kiss all at once

you immediately kissed him back, lipstick smearing against his mouth as your hands gripped the lapels of his suit. his lips were deep and rough, enough to leave you breathless within seconds. and the worst part? he still had restraint— even now

even when your body was pressed against his, even when your soft soft sounds were disappearing into his mouth, bruce was still controlling himself with frightening precision

you felt his thumb brush against your jaw. “tell me to stop” he whispered against your lips, making you whisper back. “don’t you dare” you kissed him back harder, making bruce let out a low sound that was mixed with both a groan and a curse

he bit your bottom lip, immediately sliding his tongue in between your lips and taking the lead. it made you sigh, closing your eyes and feeling your stomach turn in anticipation

you could feel how the self-restraint was slipping little by little from underneath his armani tux. it was funny, really— how you were the reason why bruce wayne would disappear from galas and leave everyone wondering where he was

oh well, they can stay wondering

his hand slid to fully hold your waist, picking you up and sitting you down on the sink without breaking apart from your lips, knocking the your champagne glass out and swallowing the small gasp you let out. he felt your hand place itself in the back of his head while the other was lazily wrapped around his arm “you have no idea what you do to me“ bruce murmured on your lips, one hand trailing low to push up the ends of your skirt up to your waist while the other went to unbuckle his belt. “the only person valuable of my time in these galas”

he broke the kiss, only to trail down a path of kisses down your chest and push the fabric aside with his teeth. the faint color of your lipstick was everywhere on your chest. 

the moment he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra and saw your boobs immediately made him sharply inhale before placing his mouth on one of your boobs

a moan left your lips, smeared with lipstick and saliva as you knocked your head back and lay it on the mirror behind you. his tongue was circling around your hardened nipples before immediately sucking them.

“bruce, o-oh” your breath hitched, feeling one hand coming to give attention to your other boob by squeezing and fondling with it. you were about to close your thighs together to satisfy the increasing heat in between your legs before bruce’s other hand took ahold

“keep them open for me”

his mouth let go of your boob with a pop, your nipples now red as he came back to get one more taste of your lips like an addiction. both of your hands came up to cup his face, kissing him sloppily before lowering your hands to the collar of his suit as they untied the bow and unbuttoned the collars

noticing how your hands were pushing his jacket away, bruce took it off without breaking the kiss, throwing it somewhere on the marbled bathroom floors and feeling your hands unbutton more and more of his buttons

it was funny. a venue as prestigious and elegant now being the host for an act of sin

once you unbuttoned the fourth button and got a good view of his toned and scarred chest, you trailed your lips down to his neck, a low groan leaving bruce as lipstick marks were now being planted not just on his neck, but on his chest

he squeezed your boob, making you moan on his chest. you let your lips go from his chest, admiring your pigmented mess before bruce’s hand let go of your boob to tilt your chin up to face him— a gentle gesture despite his passionate start of the night

ironic because his blue eyes darkened the moment he took you in— lipstick smeared all over your lips, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes half lidded with lust. god, you were beautiful in the most devastating way— and he couldn’t get enough 

bruce brought your lips to his, his free hand springing his cock out— big, painfully hard and already leaking with pre-cum. you moaned his name when you felt him slide your panties down and throw them to the side, the fabric already wet from your arousal 

once he lined up his cock with your pussy and felt your arousal just by tracing your entrance with his tip, a groan left his lips. “fuck” his adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes darkened even more

both of his hands spread your legs apart and pinned them on the edges of the skin, steadily gripping your thighs.

when bruce went to meet your lips, it was soft compared to the rough ones he previously gave you, his own way of reassuring you and telling you if you need him to stop, tell him

and the moment he started to push his length in, both you and bruce swallowed moans from each other due to the stretch. “fuck, i missed her” bruce whispered, breaking the kiss to lay his forehead on yours. he wanted to see you take every inch of him perfectly, just as you always did “b-big… oh shit” you bit your bottom lip to hold back your moans, eyes slightly widening and eyebrows furrowed. “you can take it” he murmured. “you always have” the more his cock filled up the space in your pussy, the more your back arched and your breath was hitched. everytime you took him, it always felt like the first time from how big he was

“that’s it, sweetheart” bruce whispered, pecking kisses in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans under your skin as his full length was almost in. “thaaat’s it, squeezin’ me cause you’re made for it” this man felt dizzy from how tight and eager your pussy was in taking him, clenching him in and refusing to let go god, your pussy felt absolutely divine. so divine that his fist can’t live up to the real deal whenever he’d jerk off from the thought of you

once he was fully in, your warm walls was squeezing every inch anf every vein of his cock, making him bite your neck to keep himself from letting out loud sounds that anyone might hear

“bruce” you whispered with a whine, wanting him to move. and you didn’t have to hint at it twice

one slow, deep drag of his cock and it made your hands under his shirt claw his back with a silent gasp. another drag made your hips almost jerk back. and another made you let out a loud moan bruce had to close your lips with his to swallow your heavenly sounds “careful” he reminded you with a murmur before slowly breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead back onto yours, both of you panting and eyes locked with one another, unraveling the gazes you two gave each other

his thrusts started to speed up without losing its depth, filling up your pussy and feeling his balls slap on your cunt. you couldn’t hold back your sounds as it got harder and harder to do so when bruce fucking wayne was pounding you into oblivion

pulling him by the collar, you pressed your lips on his to make sure your sounds were muffled, arching your back so that it touched the faucet.  bruce let out a deep grunt as his unbuckled belt hanging from his pants kept hitting the lower rim of the sink, small clinking sounds being heard. but god, you two couldn’t care less

“she missed me so much, i can— shit— feel how tight she is”

“that’s my girl, thaaaat’s it”

“gonna leave you walkin’ out with cum stuffed in that cunt” “yeah? you want that? let me hear you, baby” you couldn’t take it anymore. the way he was whispering filthy things to your lips, the way his large, strong hands were effortlessly keeping your legs and hiips still, the way each thrust of his cock was just as good as the other, it made that familiar knot slowly form “im gonna— oh fuck, bruce im gonna cum” you whispered on his lips, his mushroom tip repeatedly hitting your cervix at such a pace it made your walls slowly clench up and throb all over him again like butterflies. “i’ve got you” he broke the kiss, one hand coming up to hold your jaw in place so your eyes wont leave his. “give it to me, sweetheart. wanna feel you clench all over my cock when you cum” since he asked so nicely, he shall receive. because your orgasm was so intense it hit you like a freight train, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and lips fully parted, ready to let out sounds before bruce clasped them with his and immediately sliding his tongue in

“oh god, fuck— oh my god” you kept murmuring on his lips, his thrusts now sounding lewd and wet as the sounds bounced all over the elegant tiles. but bruce was too focused on how your walls were sucking him in tight that he couldn’t give a shit anymore if people heard you two one last deep thrust of his hips and cum started shooting out from his cock, a deep groan leaving bruce’s lips as his hips slowed down its pace but was still deep enough to stuff his thick cum in you. “take it all” he grunted “every drop— fuck”

the warm, thick feeling of bruce’s cum coating your puffy walls made your jaw slightly drop, small pants leaving your lips as you broke the kiss and knocked your head back, pushing your hips more to his with a small hum

small drops of your mixed cums started to fall on the edges of sink, dripping down to the floor from the sheer amount of cum bruce let out during his orgasm as he kept rocking his hips back and forth with yours

one last thrust of his hips and bruce finally stopped, both of you meeting each other’s eyes with satisfied pleasure and a look that none of you can’t describe

slowly, bruce pulls his cock out with a sigh as it was coated with both his cum and yours. 

but right where he thought it was down, your hand went down to his cock and slowly moved it up its slick length. just by feeling your soft and manicured hand made bruce let out a moan, feeling his cock slowly get hard again as he watched you get down from the sink

his half lidded eyes watched you get on your knees and take your hand off, bringing it to your mouth and licking the residue off. that alone made bruce take a hand to your chin to open it while the other held your head still. “gonna clean me up right, aren’t you?” meanwhile, some of the guests at the gala noticed bruce’s long absence were confused as to where he went. “have you seen bruce wayne?” “no i haven’t. in fact, he’s been disappearing these past few months”

“i heard after his visit to ibiza, he caught a stomach bug”

“oh dear, i hope he’s alright”

if only they knew

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post- patrol bruce was something else.

this man would be so tired and drained after stopping another one of riddler’s riddles and preventing city hall from blowing up. —again— that the first thing he needs to do when he comes back home is to immediately wrap you in his arms and not let you go

even when he was in the bathtub, his hands couldn’t learn to let you go. 

“god, i needed this” he groaned on your lips, cock buried deep in your pussy and hands on your waist to hold you in place while you straddled him. the air smelt of lavender from the bath salts and jasmine from the candle you lit, along with the faint aroma of soap enveloping it altogether. this was different than the sex you two would often have. this time, it was slow. you were taking your time with him, not with lust, but with love. the thrusts were slow— deep, but slow

you let out a soft moan, feeling his lips swallow your sound and trail his lips down to bury his face in your neck. your arms around his neck buried his face more to your body, something that bruce would gladly take up on

the water would slightly swish from each movement of your hips. bruce would feel his body absorb the warmth from the water and the warmth of your walls around his cock, his pants on your neck now turning into love bites. 

“i love you” he whispered on your skin, his mouth now pressing a kiss down your throat. “so much”  on your collarbone. “so so fucking much” and on your chest, right where your heart was

you felt one of the veins slowly brush on your walls just right, right enough for you to softly gasp and clench on him for just a second, making both of you moan at the same time. god, if bruce wasn’t tired, he would have you bent over the damn tub to fuck you properly

he lifted his head from your body to whisper on your lips without touching them, a smile on his face as his eyes met with yours. “takin’ me so well, sweetheart” bruce cooed. “feelin’ so much better already”

your hands went to push his wet hair back and to get a good look at him. the tiredness and fatigue in his face were a contrast to the slightly bleary look in his eyes—even then, he still looked gorgeous and still the man you fell in love with. 

from there, you pull him into a kiss and move your hips deeper to swallow a groan from his lips, meeting them with a soft, deep and slow kiss. the type of kiss that bruce definitely needed tonight, the type of kiss only you could give him

god, did this man love you

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(a/n: guys it literally swings.... im not even joking it LITERALLY swings good fucking lord i am not okay for this man i want him so bad)

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mentions: coffee shop au, hal always bringing women, reader falls first but hal falls harder, angst with happy ending (asia im going to eat your brain also help give me title recs anyone)

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the moment you heard the bell above the cafe door chime at exactly 8:17 am, you didn’t have to look up to know who it was “morning, angel”

you rolled your eyes despite the smile tugging at your lips, pausing an episode playing on your phone to look up at him— tall, handsome, and wearing that leather jacket like he knew exactly what it did to people

your smile almost faltered when your eyes landed at the blonde woman standing beside him. last week was a brunette and before that, a redhead

hal flashed you a grin. “the usual” he ordered, making you look back at him with an eyebrow raised. “you don’t even have a usual” you were commenting on the fact that he always changed his coffee order whenever he was on dates

“sure i do” he leaned against the counter, eyes on yours. “whatever you’re making” the woman beside him laughed, and you hated that— not because she had done anything wrong—  because she got the stand next to him. because she got his attention. because every morning, hal jordan walked into your coffee shop with someone different on his arm and every morning, your heart cracked a little more

it hurt too because you remembered everything about him. how he liked extra napkins because he was always clumsy, how he hates cinnamon, how he always tipped too much. you remembered the first day he walked into the shop almost a year ago, and you remembered falling in love with him— unfortunately

you tapped on the screen with slight force than intented as the woman ordered. “one caramel latte, and you?” you looked up at hal. “one black coffee” he ordered

you nodded, already handing him extra napkins without looking back from your screen as you put the order in. that action alone softened hal’s smile, but it only lasted a second when the woman hooked her arm through his. 

the sight made your chest tighten but nevertheless, remind you of your job. “that’ll be 11.75”

and that was the routine you were greeted with. hal arrived, flirted, smiled, and brought women in your shop for dates. and each women he brought made you suffer

you learned their names, or tried not to. sometimes, they lasted a week. others, a month. hell, some even lasted only a day. but none of them stayed, and hal always came back— sitting at that same time by the window and finding excuses to talk to you

“busy today?” “you look tired” “did you cut your hair?” “that’s a new necklace” they were tiny observations, moments that meant absolutely nothing— so you tell yourself. because if they did mean something, why would he keep showing up with other women? for hal, bringing women to the cafe wasn’t intentional at first. he dated, its what everyone does— he met people, went out a few times, then moved on. it had never been a big deal before— until you

and somewhere between his first cup of coffee and the hundredth, things changed. he fell for you. hard

he started looking for you the moment he walked through the door and noticed when you weren’t there. he started remembering things he had no business remembering-- you, remembering his name after two visits. you, always pausing whatever was playing on your phone when a customer walked in. you, scrunching your nose whenever someone ordered a ridiculously complicated drink. you, just you

that’s where every date felt wrong— not because the women were boring or not beautiful, but because none of them were you

he’d be sitting across from someone, nodding along to a conversation, only to find himself glancing toward the counter where you stood making drinks. it got so bad to the point that he would wonder if you’d laugh harder after a joke he said to his date or think about how much he would rather be telling a story to you instead 

and the realization finally hit him one afternoon when he was halfway through a date and couldn’t remember the woman’s name because you smiled at him after he sat down, a smile so soft that he spent the last fourty minutes replaying it in his head

that date didn’t last. neither did the one after nor the one after that. soon, they became less frequent and rare. now, they’re nonexistent. 

until one morning, the bell above the door chimed at 8:17, like always. you looked up from your phone, seeing hal and expecting another unfamiliar face beside him— but there was nobody. just hal, standing there alone “morning, angel” you blinked twice, immediately flicking your eyes behind him, then toward the door, then back to him. that made hal laugh. “what’re you looking for?” “nobody today?” “nope” you stared for a moment longer than necessary before looking away and clearing your throat. “oh” only one word left your lips, but he saw the way your shoulders relaxed as you were tapping on the screen “black coffee?” you already knew the answer to that, already taking out a sharpie to write his name on the cup. hal just smiled, taking out his wallet. “you know it”

there was silence between you two as you placed the money in the register before uncapping the marker, about to write his name on the cup “i stopped dating” the sudden words made your fingers freeze around the marker and caught you completely off guard, your eyes slowly meeting his. “what?” with a shrug, hal responded. “got tired of it” and it was the honest truth. that shouldn’t have made your heart race with hope, but it absolutely did. “oh” was what left your lips absentmindedly

snapping out of it, you cleared your throat and looked back down to write his name on the cup before he could see the hope threatening to appear on your face.

once you finished hal’s drink and handed it to him, he didn’t leave. instead, he glanced toward his usual table by the window and back at you. “my shift starts in an hour” “okay?” “think you can spare ten minutes on your break?” your breath caught and hal’s expression softened, hopeful and nervous— the same way you imagined yours would look. “for what?” you asked, trying not to get ahead of yourself. the same lips that always flashed you a grin now turned into a small smile, a real one. “for a date” the tone in his voice was soft and sincere, different from how he usually sounded in front of other women

he wanted to laugh, flirt and tease like he always did, but this felt too important. because for the first time, it wasn’t some random woman sitting across from him— it was you, the woman who fell in love with him, and the woman he fell hard for 

i guess you had 10 minutes to spare him

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