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Something frighteningly fragile
Summary: It had been six months since the encounter with your prince and now your countries were at war with each other. However, both of you remained seeing each other in secret, stealing seconds in the dark. What happens on one of those nights when he comes to see you and the universe has finally had enough of you secret when morning comes. (Part 2 of The Prophecy of the Stars)
Pairing: Prince!Tim x Assassin!Reader
Word Count: 8.3k
Content Warning: Regency AU, forbidden love, ANGST, suggestive content, dual pov, for the purpose of this fic all the bat boys are Bruceâs bio sons, mentions of blood and sword violence, no use of y/n, second person, fem!reader some characters may be ooc
A/N: Itâs a little late but sheâs here!!! Please go into this with an open mind and a reminder that there is still one more part
the queen of angst strikes AGAIN
a cup of love (requested!) hal jordan x fem!reader
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 didnât have to look up to know who it was âmorning, angelâ
you rolled your eyes despite the smile tugging at your lips, pausing an episode playing on your phone to look up at himâ 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. âthe usualâ he ordered, making you look back at him with an eyebrow raised. âyou donât even have a usualâ you were commenting on the fact that he always changed his coffee order whenever he was on dates
âsure i doâ he leaned against the counter, eyes on yours. âwhatever youâre makingâ the woman beside him laughed, and you hated thatâ not because she had done anything wrongâ 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 himâ unfortunately
you tapped on the screen with slight force than intented as the woman ordered. âone caramel latte, and you?â you looked up at hal. âone black coffeeâ 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 halâs smile, but it only lasted a second when the woman hooked her arm through his.Â
the sight made your chest tighten but nevertheless, remind you of your job. âthatâll be 11.75â
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 backâ sitting at that same time by the window and finding excuses to talk to you
âbusy today?â âyou look tiredâ âdid you cut your hair?â âthatâs a new necklaceâ they were tiny observations, moments that meant absolutely nothingâ 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 wasnât intentional at first. he dated, its what everyone doesâ he met people, went out a few times, then moved on. it had never been a big deal beforeâ 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 werenât 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
thatâs where every date felt wrongâ not because the women were boring or not beautiful, but because none of them were you
heâd 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 youâd laugh harder after a joke he said to his date or think about how much he would rather be telling a story to you insteadÂ
and the realization finally hit him one afternoon when he was halfway through a date and couldnât remember the womanâs 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 didnât last. neither did the one after nor the one after that. soon, they became less frequent and rare. now, theyâre nonexistent.Â
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 himâ but there was nobody. just hal, standing there alone âmorning, angelâ you blinked twice, immediately flicking your eyes behind him, then toward the door, then back to him. that made hal laugh. âwhatâre you looking for?â ânobody today?â ânopeâ you stared for a moment longer than necessary before looking away and clearing your throat. âohâ only one word left your lips, but he saw the way your shoulders relaxed as you were tapping on the screen âblack coffee?â 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. âyou know itâ
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 âi stopped datingâ the sudden words made your fingers freeze around the marker and caught you completely off guard, your eyes slowly meeting his. âwhat?â with a shrug, hal responded. âgot tired of itâ and it was the honest truth. that shouldnât have made your heart race with hope, but it absolutely did. âohâ 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 halâs drink and handed it to him, he didnât leave. instead, he glanced toward his usual table by the window and back at you. âmy shift starts in an hourâ âokay?â âthink you can spare ten minutes on your break?â your breath caught and halâs expression softened, hopeful and nervousâ the same way you imagined yours would look. âfor what?â 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. âfor a dateâ 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 wasnât some random woman sitting across from himâ it was you, the woman who fell in love with him, and the woman he fell hard forÂ
i guess you had 10 minutes to spare him
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GENIE IN A BOTTLE
spin the bottle with ROY HARPER & WALLY WEST
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contains: poly titans, spin the bottle, f/m/m, f! oral, batsis! reader, ends kinda abruptly because i'm a little burnt out, also â froggi shoutout!!!!!!
"YOU GOTTA RUB ME THE RIGHT WAY."
You watched as the empty Heineken bottle spun round and around hoping it wouldn't land on you. Gazing as it slowed down and eventually it stilled pointing right at you. Immediately sighing and looking up at the man, seeing the wide toothy grin on his face. âMust be my lucky dayâŚâ Roy commented playfully, and crawled out towards you, his hands reaching your cheeks and holding you still as he planted a kiss on your lips. His plump lips were like cotton pillows, slightly dry but plush â his tongue snaked its way in and massaged yours, the faint taste of Heineken overloaded your senses.
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clark kent x reader | a/n at the bottom!
tw: smut | MDNI 18+
âiâm sorry,â clark chokes out as his hips stutter against you slowly. âiâm so sorry.â he continues to cry on top of you as his cock plunges into your tight cunt. you canât really figure out why your boyfriend is exactly crying; youâre dazed from clark pulling two orgasms from you. he really has nothing to be sorry for.
âiâm being selfish with you.â
âitâs okay, clark.â you coo up at your whiny boyfriend, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, letting your fingers wrap around clarkâs loose, dark curls.
âyou just feel really good.â he cries out, rutting his hips against you. you couldnât help but feel dizzy at the sight of clark crying just because you feel good around him. it was intoxicating.
the thought of your strong, heavily muscular boyfriend crying and falling apart from just touching you was overwhelming. it was exciting. you never had anyone so obsessed with you the way clark was.
âyouâre perfect,â he stutters out, his hips still rocking hard. your heart swells at his words; he was always so sweet to you. clark always made sure you were taken care of; he always put you first.
âi could stay here forever.â clarkâs large hand wraps around your thigh, hoisting your leg up higher around his waist as he thrusts in deeper.
you blink up at clark, his face screwed up in pleasure, his body glistening in sweat, and a single dark curl falls in front of his eyes.
âbaby, i needââ he sucks in a harsh breath, moving his hips over and over, hitting the spot that always made you shiver as his fingers dig into the back of your thigh.
âyou need what?â you ask, trying your hardest to actually focus on clark and his words. âwhat do you need, baby?â
âuse your words.â you coaxed, trying to get him to repeat himself as you wipe his falling tears from his flushed cheeks.
your words pull a shudder out of clark, his words getting stuck in the back of his throat, being replaced with a groan.
âcome on,â you try again, your hand gently pulling on his hair. âtell me.â
âi need to come, please.â clark whimpers, his blue eyes looking brighter than they usually are from the crying. you take pity on him, leaning up you lazily place a kiss on clarkâs jaw. âgo ahead, baby.â you murmur into his skin.
with your approval clark picks up his pace, trying to reach his high heâs been chasing for the past hour. with just a few sharp thrusts, he spills into you with a deep groan.
âyouâre amazing, baby.â clark slurs, his head falling onto your chest, kissing you there softly. âyouâre so nice to me.â
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summary : you and dick have been close friends for years now, and thats all it would ever be, but after he snaps and upsets you, things change. CW : kinda angst, hurt, swearing, party setting, shy/kinda insecure reader, suggestive tension, Dick being a dumb stressed party boy. yapper ass Dick bro. A/N : Reqs always open :3
Youâve known Dick Grayson since freshman orientation, back when he was just that bright eyed acrobatic kid with the killer smile and zero clue how to do laundry without turning everything pink. Heâd spotted you in the corner of the welcome mixer, headphones on, nursing a half warm soda, trying not to look like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole, and just⌠decided you were his person.
âNew best friend acquired,â heâd announced with that bright laugh of his, slinging an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. Youâd blushed so hard you thought youâd pass out. He never let you forget it.
Now you were juniors, Dick was THE Dick Grayson. Golden boy of Delta Sigma Phi, star gymnasts of the BlĂźdhaven Universitz team, the guy who could flip across the quad and look hot while doing it. Frat parties every weekend, girls hanging off him like he was the main character in every rom-com ever made. And you? You were still the quiet one who tagged along occasionally, tucked in the corner with a book or your phone, pretending the noise didnât make your skin crawl.
But he always found you. Always dragged you onto the dance floor for one song, spinning you until you were laughing despite yourself. Always texted you at 3am after patrols (that you didnât fully know about but heavily suspected) with dumb memes or âyou up? need your voice rn.â
He was your best friend. Nothing more.
At least⌠thatâs what you told yourself when you watched him flirt shamelessly at every party.
The bass thumped so hard it vibrated in your chest as you squeezed through the crowded Delta house living room. Red solo cups everywhere, the air thick with cheap beer and too much cologne. Youâd only come because Dick had begged âCâmon, itâs midterms week, you need to loosen up, babyâ and because heâd promised to drive you home whenever you wanted - which you could already tell heâd forgotten.
You found your usual spot near the kitchen doorway, back against the wall, wearing one of his old hoodies that smelled like his detergent and that stupidly expensive cologne he loved. It was oversized on you, sleeves swallowing your hands. Comfort armor.
Dick was in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, laughing loud with that bright, blinding grin. Some sorority girl in a tiny top was pressed up against him, hands on his chest, whispering something in his ear. He didnât push her away. He never did. He just tilted his head back and laughed harder, blue eyes sparkling under the shitty party lights.
Your stomach twisted. You looked down at your phone, pretending to scroll.
Heâs just being Dick, you told yourself. Friendly. Charismatic. Thatâs why everyone loves him.
But the voice in your head was quieter tonight. Meaner. Why would he ever look at you like that when he could have anyone? Youâre the safe, boring best friend. The one he keeps around because you listen when heâs spiraling about his family shit or the bruises he wonât explain.
You swallowed hard and slipped further into the kitchen for water. Anything to stop staring.
Hours blurred. Youâd nursed two cups of water and half a warm beer someone handed you. The party was peaking â people shouting, someone doing a keg stand in the backyard. Dick had disappeared for a bit, probably showing off on the roof or something reckless like always.
You were checking the time (1:47am, definitely time to tap out) when he finally stumbled into the kitchen, hair messy, cheeks flushed from dancing and whatever shots heâd done. His white tank clung to his chest, muscles shifting under the fabric. God, he looked good. Annoyingly good.
âThere you are,â he said, voice a little too loud, grin lopsided as he spotted you. âBeen looking everywhere for my favourite girl.â
Your heart did that stupid flip it always did. You gave him a small smile. âReady to head out? Iâm kinda done.â
He groaned, leaning against the counter next to you, close enough that his arm brushed yours. âAlready? Câmon, one more hour. Wallyâs finally here â you gotta meet him properly. Heâs been asking about you.â
You shifted, sleeves pulled over your hands. âI donât know⌠itâs loud. And I have that paper due tomorrow.â
Dick rolled his eyes, but it was fond. At least⌠you thought it was. âYou always have a paper due. Live a little, yeah? Youâre always hiding in the corner like someoneâs gonna bite you.â
The words landed heavier than he probably meant. Your cheeks burned. You laughed it off, quiet and awkward. âNot everyone can be the life of the party like you, Dick.â
He snorted, grabbing a fresh beer from the fridge and popping it open. âYeah, well, sometimes I wish I wasnât. This shit gets exhausting.â His tone shifted, just a fraction â that undercurrent of stress he usually hid behind the golden-boy mask. Patrols had been brutal lately, you could tell. He came to your dorm some nights with new bruises and that faraway look.
Before you could ask if he was okay, the sorority girl from earlier wandered in, giggling, grabbing his arm. âDickie! Come dance again â theyâre playing our song!â
He laughed, letting her pull him a step. âGimme a sec, babe.â
Babe.
Something in your chest cracked. You looked away fast, muttering, âIâll just⌠call an Uber. You stay. Have fun.â
Dickâs head snapped back toward you. âWhat? No, I said Iâd take you home.â
âItâs fine,â you said, voice smaller than you wanted. You were already pulling out your phone. âReally. Donât worry about it.â
The girl tugged his arm again, impatient. Dickâs jaw ticked â that tiny flash of irritation he got when things werenât going his way. He was tired. Stressed. The double life of Nightwing and frat king was clearly catching up.
âJesus, can you not make this difficult right now?â he snapped, louder than necessary. The words cut through the kitchen noise. A couple people glanced over. âYou always do this. Act like youâre too good for the fun shit, then guilt-trip me when I actually try to enjoy myself. Iâm not your fucking babysitter, okay?â
The room didnât exactly go silent, but to you it felt like it.
Your eyes stung instantly. You blinked hard, staring at the sticky floor. Donât cry. Donât you dare cry in front of everyone.
âI⌠wasnât,â you whispered, voice cracking despite yourself. âSorry. Iâll go.â
You turned and pushed through the crowd before he could say anything else, hoodie sleeves yanked down, shoulders curled in. The bass swallowed everything as you made it outside, cool night air hitting your wet cheeks.
You didnât take an Uber. You walked the twenty minutes back to your dorm in the hoodie that still smelled like him, tears blurring the streetlights. Your phone buzzed a few times. Dickâs name popping up, but you silenced it.
By the time you got to your room, you were a mess. Curled up on your bed in the dark, knees to your chest, replaying his words on loop.
âYou always do thisâŚâ
âIâm not your fucking babysitterâŚâ
He was right, maybe. You were the boring one. The shy tag-along who couldnât keep up with his world. Why did you even let yourself hope he saw you differently?
Your eyes burned until they finally closed sometime after 3am.
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The knock on your dorm door came at 4:12am.
You jolted awake, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted to escape. The sound was soft at first, hesitant, then a little more insistent. A familiar voice filtered through the wood, rough and low, nothing like the loud frat-boy laugh from earlier.
âBaby? Itâs me. Open up⌠please.â
Dick.
You stayed frozen under the covers for a long second, breath shaky, knees still pulled to your chest from where youâd cried yourself to sleep. Part of you wanted to ignore him, to pull the blanket over your head and pretend the night had never happened. The other part, the stupid, hopeless part that had been in love with him since freshman year, was already swinging your legs over the side of the bed, padding across the cold floor in your pajamas and his oversized hoodie.
You cracked the door open just enough to see him.
He looked wrecked. Hair damp from the night air or maybe a quick shower, eyes red-rimmed like heâd been rubbing them raw, that bright golden-boy energy completely drained. He was in a black hoodie and sweats now, shoulders slumped forward, hands shoved deep in his pockets like he didnât trust them not to reach for you too soon. No trace of the party king whoâd snapped at you in the kitchen. Just Dick. The real one who showed up at your door at stupid hours when the weight of everything got too heavy.
When his gaze landed on your face, puffy eyes, tear tracks still drying on your cheeks, the way you wouldnât quite meet his eyes, his expression crumpled instantly.
âFuck,â he breathed, voice cracking right down the middle. âFuck, Iâm so sorry.â
You didnât say anything at first. Just stepped back silently so he could come in, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that felt louder than it should have in the dark room. The only light came from your string lights strung above the bed, casting soft warm glows across the posters and the pile of textbooks youâd abandoned earlier.
Dick didnât waste time with small talk or excuses. He crossed the small space in two strides and pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you so tight it almost hurt in the best way. His face buried straight into your hair, breathing you in like he was scared youâd disappear if he let go even for a second. You could feel his heart racing against your cheek, fast and uneven, matching the way yours was still stuttering.
âI didnât mean it,â he whispered, the words tumbling out raw and desperate. âNot a single fucking word. I was pissed at everything â the team lost a competition earlier, patrol was a nightmare, and then that girl wouldnât leave me alone and I just⌠I took it all out on you. My sweet, patient girl whoâs always there for me no matter how much I fuck up. God, Iâm such an idiot.â
You stayed stiff at first, hands limp at your sides, the hurt from the party still sitting heavy in your stomach like lead. His hoodie smelled like him, like home, but the memory of his sharp tone made your throat tight.
âYou called me difficult,â you mumbled into his chest, voice tiny and cracking despite how hard you tried to keep it steady. âLike Iâm some burden you have to drag around. Like Iâm too much for just wanting to go home.â
He pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the fresh tears that slipped out. Those bright blue eyes â usually sparkling with mischief and charm at every party â were soft and devastated now, glassy in the low light. Only for you. Always only for you, even if he was too scared to say it most days.
âYouâre not,â he said fiercely, forehead pressing gently against yours so you had no choice but to look at him. âYou never have been. Youâre the only person who sees the real me.â
âNot Nightwing swinging around BlĂźdhaven, not the frat president who has to smile and pretend everythingâs perfect, not the guy who has to be âonâ for everyone all the time. Just⌠Dick. The one whoâs scared shitless half the time and still tries to be everything for his family, for the team, for you.â Itâs annoying how good he was with his words.
His voice dropped lower, gentler, the gravelly edge from exhaustion making it even softer. âI flirt with girls because itâs easy. Surface level. It doesnât mean anything. But you? You scare the hell out of me because you matter. If I lose you because Iâm a dumbass who canât handle his own shit when heâs tired and stressed⌠I donât know what Iâd do. Iâd be fucking lost.â
The insecurity still lingered in your chest, whispering that you were the boring one, the shy tag-along who couldnât keep up with his loud, bright world. But his words wrapped around it like a warm blanket, slowly choking out the mean voice. His hands were trembling slightly against your cheeks, thumbs still stroking slow circles like he was trying to memorize every inch of your face.
âIâm sorry I snapped,â he continued, voice barely above a whisper now. âYou werenât guilt-tripping me. You were just⌠being you. The girl who wears my hoodies and listens when I ramble about stupid patrol stories I canât tell anyone else. The one who makes everything feel less chaotic even when youâre hiding in the corner at parties. I love that about you. Iâm so fucking gone for you, baby. Have been for longer than I want to admit.â
He leaned in slow, giving you every chance to pull away, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When you didnât move, his lips brushed yours. Soft at first, tentative, like he was afraid he didnât deserve this. Then deeper, pouring every apology and every hidden feeling into it. One hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently through your hair, while the stayed on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
When he finally pulled back, he was smiling that small, real smile. The one reserved for late night dorm talks and rooftop confessions after patrol, not the big flashy grin he gave the sorority girls.
âCâmere,â he murmured, voice husky. He kicked off his shoes and guided you back toward the bed without letting go, tugging the covers over both of you as you climbed in. You curled into his side automatically, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat finally start to slow down as his arms locked around you possessively.
âIâm staying right here,â he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple. âNo more parties tonight. No more dumb shit. Just you and me. Weâll get breakfast in the morning at that shitty diner you like with the extra crispy bacon and those ridiculous pancakes. And Iâll make it up to you. Every single day if you let me.â
You let out a shaky little laugh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his shirt over his chest. The hurt wasnât gone completely, insecurities like yours didnât vanish overnight â but it was quieter now, softer, drowned out by the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the way his hand rubbed slow circles on your back.
âYouâre such a sap when you feel guilty,â you whispered, voice still a little thick from crying.
âOnly for you,â he whispered back, holding you even tighter, chin resting on top of your head. âAlways only for you.â
The room grew quiet after that, just the distant hum of campus life outside and the occasional car passing by. Dick didnât fall asleep right away. You could tell by the way his fingers kept playing with the sleeve of his own hoodie on your body, like he needed the constant reminder that you were still there, still letting him hold you. Every so often heâd press another soft kiss to your hair or murmur another quiet âIâm sorryâ like he couldnât stop the words from spilling out.
You drifted off eventually with his warmth surrounding you, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint trace of night air clinging to his hoodie. For the first time that night, the knot in your stomach loosened completely.
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The sun was creeping through your blinds when you woke up, tangled in him. Dick was still asleep, face relaxed for once. No stress lines, no golden-boy mask, one arm slung possessively over your waist like he was afraid youâd slip away in the night. His breathing was deep and even, chest rising steadily under your cheek.
Your chest felt warm. Lighter. The memory of his harsh words from the party still sat there, but it didnât sting as sharply anymore. Not when heâd shown up looking like his world had ended, not when heâd held you like you were the most important thing in it.
He stirred when you shifted slightly, blinking awake with that sleepy, lopsided grin that made your stomach flip every single time. His hair was messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, but the way he looked at you was soft and focused, like nothing else existed.
âMorning, best friend,â he teased, voice raspy and low, the words carrying that familiar playful edge. Then, quieter, more serious as his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear: âMorning, my girl.â
You blushed hard, hiding your face in the crook of his neck to escape the intensity of his gaze. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you warmly, and pulled you even closer, legs tangling with yours under the covers.
âDonât hide from me now,â he murmured, lips brushing your temple. âNot after I spent half the night groveling. Though⌠Iâd do it again in a heartbeat if it means waking up like this.â
You peeked up at him, fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. âYou really meant all that? About being gone for me?â
Dickâs expression turned earnest, the frat-boy charm melting away into something deeper, more vulnerable. He rolled you gently so you were half on top of him, hands settling on your hips as he looked up at you with those bright blue eyes that always saw too much.
âEvery word,â he said softly. âIâve been an idiot for a while, trying to keep the two worlds separate â the parties, the patrols, the expectations. But youâre the only thing that makes both feel worth it. You donât ask me to be perfect. You just⌠let me be me. Even when Iâm a mess.â
He leaned up to kiss you again, slow and sweet this time, like he had all morning to prove it. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
âNo more snapping at you when Iâm stressed. No more letting random girls hang all over me if it hurts you. Iâm yours â if youâll have me. Fratboy, Nightwing, all the complicated shit included.â
Your heart swelled, the last lingering insecurity quieting under the weight of his words and the gentle way his thumbs stroked your sides.
âYeah,â you whispered, smiling shyly as you brushed your nose against his. âIâll have you. All of it.â
He grinned then, that full, blinding smile that lit up the whole room, and flipped you both so he was hovering over you, careful not to crush you as he peppered your face with light kisses.
âGood. Because Iâm not letting go anytime soon, baby. Now⌠about that breakfast. You still want those pancakes?â
You laughed, the sound light and real for the first time since the party, nodding as you pulled him down for another kiss.
Outside, campus was waking up, but in your little dorm room with the string lights still glowing faintly, the world felt smaller. Safer. Just you and Dick. The golden boy who fucked up, who carried too many secrets, who partied too hard and loved too quietly â but who always came back to you.
And now you werenât just the shy best friend in the corner anymore. You were his girl.
The one he was only ever soft for.
A/N : I fear I proofread this so much to the point I hate it bye blergh. đ đ đ
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gonna use this as my nighttime sleep fantasy! yup!
drabble 18+ mdni, poly!superman & superboy prime
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i think its funny how superman and superboy prime are literally the alternate versions of each other yet act so so differently
not even just from their behavior, but from the way they fuck too. and how did you know? well, probably because superboy prime was balls deep behind you while your hand was wrapped around supermanâs cock
âohhh baby, youâre a starâ clarkâ superboy primeâ moaned, his hands ruthlessly pulling your hips to make contact with his and his chin resting on your shoulder to whisper in your ear. âjerkinâ off superman and gettinâ fucked by superboy primeâ a dazed smirk formed on his panting lips. ânow thatâs what iâd call an introâ" a choked moan left him when he felt your pussy squeeze him. the pace was almost merciless, the speed and depth of his thrusts making lewd noises come out of your poor cunt. it pulled out an ah! ah! ah! and other soft sounds from your parted lips
meanwhile, clark â supermanâ was panting under you, his blue eyes blown and pinned on your boobs bouncing with each thrust as his hand was on top of yours, guiding you. your name left his lips in a moan, feeling your soft hand brush a vein on his cock just right it made his length twitch in your grasp âjust like that, honeyâ clark whined, his big chest heaving and his hand speeding. âgod, youâre perfectâ it was amusing, reallyâ the great superman, now undone and at your mercy just by your touch
âlook at himâ clarkâ primeâ whispered in your ear, his eyes on his alternate self. âlook how ruined he is, all from yourâ hahâ hand aloneâ his mouth went behind your ear to place an open-mouthed kiss with a chuckle. âand hear how well sheâs takinâ meâ
of course, he was talking about your pussyâ the same one that was handling each and every inch of his cock, wet slaps and squelches heard
âclark iâ ohhh my god, clark!â which one were you moaning about? probably both
and to add on to the stimulation you were already feeling, clarkâs other hand slipped down to press on your clit with his thumb. the added pressure along with clarkâs cockâ primeâ drilling in you made a loud moan leave your lips and your hips jolt as a response
but the large hands on your hips immediately pulled you back, holding you back in place. âah ahâ clarkâ primeâ murmured, his hands sliding up to your boobs to squeeze and fondle with them, his pace not stopping for even a second. ânot yet pretty girl, let me fill you up firstâ could this be considered a threesome if you were fucking two alternate versions of the same person? yes and no, but who cares?
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2 BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME
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CLARK KENTâS sexual awakening never happened. His ma did enough to hide him from the more carnal parts of life, so imagine his surprise and borderline nose-wrinkle in sex-ed junior year when he found out what adults did behind closed doors.
Even when he grew up, got a job in the Planet, made his alter-ego known, he still didnât feel the need to⌠have coitus. He was too scared heâd snap some poor girl in half if he tried.
The first time he ever tried, heâd barely got the tip in before he came, embarrassingly quick. Maybe it was the nerves of it all, maybe his body was eager to get it over with. Safe to say, that girl â as lovely as she was â broke up with him a week later because she felt like he was just in pursuit of his own pleasure. Not true, by the way, his ma always told him to think of the lady first.
Like every Monday, he was pushing his way through the Metropolis work crowd, against the tides of people. Not really looking where he was going, trying not to drop an iced tea â Lois forced him to try it, just to be clear â on any unsuspecting people by holding it high above possible shoulders.
That failed.
In the pursuit of not splashing anyone with peach iced tea, he forgot to look straight and collided straight into someone, sending a drink flying into a silk dress.
Oh, no.
He watched in horror as the material dampened, clung to your body, and became slightly more sheer by the second. âGolly, Iâm so sorryââ
The subsequent scoff nearly tore into his self-esteem battery for the day. âHey, watch where youâreâŚâ
Your eyes locked. All anger faded away, replaced by the dread that you hurt this sexy behemoth of a manâs feelings and he now hated you forever. â⌠you know what? No worries, donâtâ donât think about it too much.â
He instantly shrugged off his blazer and held it out to you. âBut your dressâ great dress, by the way,â it was a⌠really pretty dress, golly, âitâs ruined. I ruined it. I can pay for the dry cleaning.â
You waved your hand noncommittally, but you took the blazer anyway to cover up, it was massive on you. Lordâ wait, he shouldnât take his name in vain. âSeriously, Iâm fine. I was on my way to a bachelorette party, one of my friends there will definitely have a spare, she has one for everyone.â
He blinked. âEveryone?â
âYeah.â You grinned, gosh, it was a pretty smile. âSheâs like that. Weird, I know. Andâ donât worry about the dry cleaning, Iâve got it. Iâm sorry about your drink.â
âNo, you saved me.â He laughed nervously. âMy coworker forced me to try it, to tell yâthe truth, I did not want to.â
âSo I saved you.â
âYeah.â He rubbed the back of his curls, messing them up even more. âAnd please. Please bill me for the dry cleaning, Iâll feel bad if you donât.â
âFine. Fine.â You laughed, rolling your eyes. âIâll bill you.â Locking eyes with him once more took the words from his lungs. Good Lord, those eyes were sexy. All of him was sexy, in a cute way, bumbling gait, pushing his glasses up his nose, the rosiness of his cheeks. You checked your watch. Fuck. âWell, Iâm in a rush, soââ
âYeah, you gottaââ
âSee you.â You began walking off at a fast pace. Something jolted in his navel. He felt hot from embarrassment. His relaxed-fit trousers felt⌠not so relaxed anymore.
He looked down. That looked like a sexual awakening.
âClark!â He yelled loudly, head snapping up to stare at you like a dishevelled deer in headlights. What the hay? Why did he do that? Why did he yell that? He covered his crotch with his messenger bag.
Your smile told him you noticed. With an uptick in your heart rate and an increase in your breathingâs heaviness, a sweet smell tickled his nose. It wasnât the bakery next to him, thatâs for sure. You smiled, and shouted back your name at the same volume.
He hurried to the nearest bathroom to yell at his body.
Cat slid onto his desk, setting core in front of him. Not for him, clearly. âI was at a bachelorette last week.â She started, tapping her nail on his desk to get him to look at her. Deadlines needed to be crunched, so he barely did. She accepted that.
Clarkâs fingers kept flying. âCat, youâre gonna have to be more specific.â
She laughed. âI have a friend. She asked me about a dorky guy named Clark Kent who still writes his name on the tags of his clothes.â She dropped a sugar cube into her coffee, stirring it. âA habit I thought we left back in our sophomore year of high school.â
His neck turned red. His foot covered the name tag on his bagâs handle. But she laughed and dropped another sugar cube into. He sent a furtive glance of concern for her health. âWhatever.â She sighed, taking a long sip. âI told her you were single.â
He almost spluttered over no liquid. âWhat?â
âI told her you were single.â She repeated simply.
âWhy?â
âShe asked.â This time he almost choked on a gulp of straight, bitter black coffee. âI gave her your number. To bill you for the dry cleaning.â Pause for an effectively captivating sip of over-sweetened coffee. âAmong other things.â She muttered under her breath, but he caught it. She smiled widely. âToodles!â She got up and walked off.
He threw his hands up, tripping over his words. âCatâ you canâtââ But she was in her own world, singing Freak by Doja Cat.
His phone buzzed. With shaking hands, he opened it, unknown number.
Didnât know they made clothes in your size. Underneath: Wanna come round to get it this weekend? To talk to bit.
He saved your contact first. Before typing out a clumsy agreement, which he didnât know was possible over text. Judging by how you didnât immediately get put off, you were into it.
He was on time, on the dot of the agreed time, which was two oâclock. After lunch, before it got too dark, but still enough time to talk.
Heâd cleaned up a little more than usual. Tried to use a hair pomade to ensure his curls werenât as wild as they usually were. Wear a slightly tighter fitting shirt than before. Brush his teeth. Pop a few breath mints. Avoid the morning coffee, put on copious amounts of hand lotion and lip balm. Everything had to be perfect. He even trimmed his happy trail for this.
You laid the plan. Took a shower so your skin was dewy. Prepped your hair. Kept the makeup minimal, because a full beat would give the plan away. You chose your best, flowiest robe.
You wanted him to unwrap you like a present.
When your doorbell rang, you dabbed on a final bit of lipstick before you chucked it onto a side table and opened the door.
You felt your thighs rub together on instinct the moment you saw him. He felt his breath leave his body when he saw you, checking his watch. âMaybe Iâm earlyââ
âYouâre on time.â It came out more breathless than expected. Nodding back into your apartment. âI⌠I have your jacket. I put it in the wash, the inside got stained with a little iced tea.â
âYou can bill me for that too.â
âSeriously? No.â You waved your hand. âNo. Youâre fine.â You ushered him inside. âIt was a thank you, for paying for my dry cleaning and lending me your jacket.â You waved him towards the couch. âCan I get you anything? Water?â
You.
âUm, Iâm fine.â He sat on the couch, you sat opposite, picking up a glass of wine that was there before he came. You looked⌠stunning. He felt his collar get hot. He tugged at it. âYou invited me to watch a movie.â
âYeah.â
âDo you still want to watch a movie?â
âNo.â
âOh. Oh. I was under the impression that weâd beâŚâ He gestured in between you two. So he had the same assumption you did.
Your lips curled up. âI was under that impression too.â
He nodded. You could see a bulge slowly growing in his trousers. âI mean, Iâ I have to warn you, Iâm not that⌠experienced.â
You blinked, slightly amused. A little interested. âOh? How so?â
âIâŚâ He made a weird motion, he didnât even know what it was supposed to mean. Itâs likely get interpreted as something like flying a plane, âfinish too quickly. Women find it off putting.â
The way you were looking at him, it seemed like you found it off putting as well. Just frozen in time, sat there, staring at him. âThatâsâŚâ You let out a whoosh of air. Then your hand gripped his jaw, âreally fucking hotââ
Oh. You were into it.
Huh. You were kissing him.
Golly. He was kissing back.
His hand covered the one holding his jaw, pressing into your lips and your body instinctively like there was a magnet from him to you. You pushed back, swinging a leg over both of his till your knees knocked into his hips. This was new.
You smiled when you saw his other hand hovering awkwardly. Not knowing whether he had the right to touch beyond what was respectful. So you guided it to your thigh, fabric moving and bunching under his fingers. Allowing him to touch bare skin.
Oh, boy.
The soft whine from the bottom of his throat was a boost to your ego, a deep moan following when you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck, rolling your hips forward. âOhhhhh, gosh,â He breathed out slowly.
Oh, fuck. He was massive. Though you didnât know what to expect, he was six-five.
Both his hands flew to your hips, pads of his fingers pressing into your skin, head tipping back against the sofa cushions, breathing in sharply. He could feel you gently sucking on his skin, he knew it wouldnât leave a mark, but he whimpered quietly anyway, dragging your hips forward, so he could feel your pussy drag over his dick yet again. His head spinning as your tongue traced over his Adamâs apple.
Your hands slipped off his tie like youâd had practice, popping the buttons of his shirt slowly. You felt his warm palms burning up your waist, stopping at where your robe was tied at your front. His eyes were wide, blinking up at you through his lashes. âCan IâŚ?â
Fuck, he was hot.
You undid the tie yourself but let him gently move the fabric off your shoulders, undoing his belt and letting you take off his trousers. His cheeks flushed as he dragged his boxers down, cock painfully hard. It was pretty, flushed at the tip, pre smeared just a little.
Oh, that was a lot bigger than you manifested.
âOh, shit.â You grinned at the sight of him, watching his whole face turn red.
He adjusted his foggy glasses, stumbling over his syllables. âWill itâŚâ He gulped, wondering how to say it, âfit?â
The look in your eye almost made his heart stop. Like you didnât care. âOh, honey.â You laughed a little. âWeâll make it.â You positioning yourself above him, ready to sink down onto his throbbing cock was not something he expected to see. He let out a strangled sound, placing a hand on your arm. âDonât you want me to⌠prepare you?â
âIâve quite literally been prepared since the first time we met.â You grabbed a condom from â wait where did you get that from? â and tore it open delicately, giving it to him to roll on. He did, safety was key, and when you finally did lower yourself onto himâ holy shit.
His forehead pressed to your shoulder, before he started pressing sloppy, whining kisses, almost making out with it as he felt your pussy grip him deliciously. So this was what heâd never felt drawn to. Until now.
He was stretching you out. A lot. For a guy so shy about his own abilities his endowment was something women only experienced in their wildest dreams. The more you learned, the more turned on you were.
Huh. That usually didnât happen with men.
You let out a deep sigh as you sank down further, feeling his size fill you in the best way. His tip nestled against your cervix, pretty vein brushing your g-spot, fuck, maybe moving would feel too good.
But you did it anyway, small, cut-short gasps and moans jumping from your throat as he kissed his way back up to your lips so he could feed his own noises of encouragement into your mouth. Holding your hips just tight enough so he wouldnât bruise them, still guiding you firmly, still holding your hips just close to him as he disabled your brain with every push and pull of his hands and each wet smack of his lips and yours (and skin on skin, but we donât mention that).
His head was fuzzy. Mumbling shit he couldnât make out himself in between every collision of your lips, tangling one hand in your hair while the other slipped down to press his thumb onto your clit.
You clenched hard; he almost came right there.
His eyes rolled back for half a second and he willed himself not to finish too early but he couldnât stop it once you clamped down with the second roll of his thumb, your name leaving his mouth, the highest youâd heard his voice be, cracks in between syllables feeding your ego. But he kept circling your clit like he was born to do it, mumbling encouragement, his forehead glistening as his head fell back.
âCâmon, sweetie, gotta make you feel good too,â He panted, gripping your hip so he could encourage you to grind forward into his thumb. âPlease, please give it to meââ
It all felt too much. The onslaught of his thumb, his tip still prodding at your cervix, seeing him fucked out from one round (that made you more horny than youâd care to admit) had you coming too, him swallowing that moan by meeting your lips in the middle, stroking your hair back from your face and rolling his hips up a little so the high wouldnât be harsh on you. His kisses turned slower, more languid, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, finally lifting your hand so he could kiss your palm and the back of your hand.
âYouâre stunning.â He breathed, kissing your knuckles. âSo beautiful, honey.â
How the fuck was he respectful after the best sex youâve ever had? There had to be a catch.
âSo⌠that was hot.â You smiled, brushing his curls back from his forehead. âYou were being pretty modest.â
âIâm pretty sure I didnât last past two minutes.â
Your tongue traced your canine as you smiled. âWell, I wanna see it again.â
He blinked. Oh, boy. âGolly.â
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NOTES: again it may just be me but I feel this is a litttllleeee sloppy
another day, another noah slay
take care of you
18+, mdni
clark kent x shy!reader
clark was more than surprised when you told him you had never fingered yourself before.
he just couldnât wrap his mind around it. how have you gotten this far in life without sliding your slender fingers into that sweet pussy.
no no he wonât have that.
so he takes it upon himself to teach you.
slow at first of course heâs not gonna overwhelm you.
âjust get comfortable, baby,â he says one night when youâre both laying in bed. âweâll go slow.â
heâs never gonna go too far with you, always focusing on your face making sure youâre okay every step of the way.
he lays on his side next to you while you lay on your back in just your panties and one his his shirts.
heâs got a small smile on his face as he watches you make yourself comfortable, knowing youâre nervous.
âdonât be scared,â he says, âiâm gonna take care of you.â
âi know,â you say softly, staring up at the ceiling feeling flushed all over.
ârub yourself over your panties, baby,â he says, âletâs get that little clit nice and swollen.â
you whimper softly at his words as they shoot through you, going straight to your cunt.
you do as he says, using a finger to circle your clit over your panties while he watches.
âgood girlâŚdoes that feel good,â he asks in a gentle voice, his head propped up on his hand so he can watch everything.
you canât escape his eyes
âyes,â you say, feeling a little embarrassed. âare you gonna touch yourself too?â
you ask because you feel bad, making him stay there next to you without touching himself.
âno letâs just focus on this, yeah?â he says and rubs a big hand down your thigh. âi want you to see how good it will feelâŚthat you donât need to be scared.â
his words calm you down a bit because he just sounds so genuine. like he wouldnât ever lie about something like this.
you get into a nice, slow rhythm and when your panties start sticking to your leaking cunt and a stain starts to form, clark knows itâs time to take them off
âtake âem off, honey,â he says and tugs at the lacy hem.
your hands shake as you slide them down your legs.
âgood girl,â he nods as he watches you. ânow circle your entrance with one finger, see how wet you feel. how soft.â
you do and heâs right, youâre so wet and soft. the skin is hot and puffy after teasing yourself and youâre practically dripping on the bed.
âi donât know if iâll be able to cum without rubbing my clit,â you say, a blush spreading across your cheeks.
âthatâs okay,â he says, âdonât worry about that, we just gotta focus on one thing at a time.â
you nod and take a deep breath, âokay.â
he watches you explore yourself for a bit before he reaches down and guide one finger to your hole.
âit wonât hurt, baby. youâre too wet for it to hurt,â he soothes when he hears your hear rate pick up.
slowly he helps you push one finger in and he angles it upwards so you can feel the spongy spot within your walls.
when you finger brushes against it, your back arches off the bed, âo-oh god.â
you let out a low moan, making him smile.
âsee, baby? i told you itâd feel good.â
you nod at him and pump your finger experimentally, exploring the new sensation.
and god it feels so good.
he was right as usual.
âhere, iâll rub your clit and you keep working on that pretty hole,â he says, his hand sliding up to circle the sensitive nub.
the dual sensation is almost too much but he whispered soft words of encouragement as you both work to bring you to the brink.
it doesnât take long at all.
the orgasm sneaks up on you, takes you by surprise.
you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel it wash over you
âgood girlâŚgood job, look at you,â he murmurs while you squirm on the bed.
once the contractions finally subside, his eyes are heavy and he takes your finger, bringing it to his mouth so he can have a taste.
âiâm so proud of you.â
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guys.
Clark Kent having yearly heat seasons?? Def not from my own kinks about breeding or anything-
I need ur opinion bout this, definitely for science purposes teehee
[explicit 18+ desperate heat hcâs] clark during his heats is a whole entirely different beast in bed. like. heâd normally hesitate before starting a round, kissing and teasing his ladyâs neck at first to see if she initiates more to go further. when heâs in heat he establishes a safe word that means full stop and he respects it without a doubt, but if he doesnât hear that safe word he goes hard. heâs getting his cock free no matter what time of day it is, heâs rutting it up against his lover like heâs on autopilot and wouldnât fully be aware or conscious that heâs doing it. his body just takes over and leaves him in the backseat. when sheâs not home he ruts himself against furniture, their couch pillows, blankets, slap himself up against the hard granite of the counter and making himself leak everywhere just to feel something. because his dick canât take not having attention during these heats, itâs unbearable to feel the cool air and nothing else.
and he cums ungodly amounts too, like, splatters a mess and will keep fucking even after his nut, busting another, and another, and another. she tries to suck him good and deepthroat as much as she could to satisfy his poor aches but even after he cums she knows she barely scratched the surface of that need growing inside him. she takes a little bit of time off work to bounce on his cock for an entire afternoon, whimpering and wetting the sheets while clark is still stuck with an angry, determined furrow in his brow that showed precise focus and that he was not close to stopping. his final load is always climactic, bursts of thick white spilling everywhere he canât control, his screams and howls unabashed while he gets sweat and cum everywhere - keeps pounding her pussy through his finish just to watch it gush out like a pool and make the nastiest sounds while he fucks it all back in.
he always stops so she gets water and food breaks but will still have to touch and rut himself up against something while sheâs gone in the kitchen. and heâs already bricked up and leaking everywhere again, waiting for her. when he is so exhausted heâs knocked out with little snores leaving his throat, and sheâll ease him out of slumber with her mouth around his tip and her hands gently cradling his balls, and heâll rush out a slurred thank you, baby and hold her hair back, assuring her itâs almost over, itâs almost done, you fucked me so good baby. Iâm so grateful I have you, donât know what I would do if I didnât.
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premature ejaculation | jason todd x gn!reader
"baby... s'okay" you coo at him, trying to speed up the process a bit.
he's on top of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes in the sensation of you wrapped around his length, taking all of him. he's trying his absolute hardest not to bust right here, especially because he just bottomed out.
"i- i cant-" he takes strangled breaths, shaking his head and letting it fall down to rest on your bare chest. your hand instinctively comes up to meet him, running your fingers through his inky black hair. he leans into the contact.
"jay, im sure you won't cum if you just move a little" you try to bargain with him, the feeling of him just sitting inside you instead of pistoning in and out of you is becoming increasingly frustrating.
he wasn't even gone that long! maybe a month at most. some mission he was dragged away on. not a day went by that he didn't call or text you, going on and on about how much he missed you! how he wished it was your hand instead of his fucking his dick raw every night.
"y-you don't get it, baby..." he licks his lips, looking down at where the two of you are connected, then back up at your impatient face. "i jus- jus missed you so fucking much" he complains, leaning his head down to press soft, gentle kisses to your forehead, your eyelid, the tip of your nose, your cheek, and anywhere else he could reach.
you have to take your bottom lip in between your teeth in order to hold back a smirk. you've never seen him this pathetic.
you experimentally roll your hips against his. he lets out a loud groan, "fuck!" he reaches a hand down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand staying at its position on the bed beside your head. "don't fucking- mfph!" he tries not to focus on just how tight and warm and wet you are compared to his hand.
you wince at his iron clutch on your hip. "jason!" you whine, "just move baby, please" you pout, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
he meets your gaze, "angel-" he whimpers, his head falling back down. you don't miss the feeling of wetness against your bare skin. is he seriously crying?
"honey..." you purr, "it's okay, i know you missed me" you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, making his breath hitch. "you've been so neglected, huh?" you ask patronizingly. he nods.
your sweet, soothing words are enough to make his balls tighten, sending him over the edge. who knew all it took was just a few words to make jason todd cum?
he lets out a soft, muffled moan against your skin as his hips buck into you, spilling warm sticky release deeeep inside of you.
"f-fuck!" he whimpers. he feels overwhelming embarrassment, lifting his head to look at you, tears still falling down his flushed cheeks. "m'sorry honey, m'so sorry" he shakes his head, hand traveling to the back of your head to bring it to rest in his palm.
you can't help but huff a laugh, "don't be sorry..." you speak gently. "we can go again, yeah?"
the most down bad pathetic man ever to exist (and i love him for it)
A QUICK FIX. [18+] đđđđđđđ
ââ§Ëââ§ being bruce wayneâs favorite lil call girl aka guilty pleasure
you didnât know how you get intertwined with the billionaire; but one night after he saw your cute little ad in a fashion magazine with your face and body, he knew he had to get in touch with you.
youâre his favorite lil stress relief when heâs had a hard night as batman. you donât know heâs the crime fighting vigilante whoâs all over the news. you donât even realize it because heâs fucking you too good to realize that the scars on his back and his forearms arenât naturally caused by regular-day interference; heâs throwing his body to the wolves, and to your bedsheets.
âbruce! oh fuck! bruce!â you moan as his cock bullies in and out of you, his black hair messy and his hands holding onto the back of your neck and the headboard respectively as he fucks you.
heâs just⌠so busy and it takes a toll on him, so he uses all his anger and all his stress and he translates it into his thrusts into your sobbing cunt.
âfuckinâ take it.â he whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the center of your spine. âyouâre a good girl fâme, i know you can take it.â
deep down, he knows itâs wrong to just pay you money and fuck until his balls are empty. he knows itâs wrong to not give you more than just money and a quick orgasmâ he should probably take you on a date, invite you out sometime, hell, even just reach out at a normal hour like a normal personâ but he canât help himself, truly. bruce canât help himself when it comes to your cunt, he needs it like a bastard in a desert with no water.
you loved the way he fucked you, the way his dirty mouth echoed through your ear and pleasure seeped into your bones with no issue whatsoever. the bed rocked as he continued to thrust mindlessly into you.
âbruce! âm gonnaâ fuck! gonna cum!â you warn him, fingers digging into the pillow under youâre pushed and pushed closer to the edge of your orgasm.
he grinned above you, a small one but still a grin, as his right thumb strokes the back of your neck, his left hand gripping a good chunk of your ass. âcome on, sweetheart, cum for me.â
it didnât take you any more time to roll your eyes back and hit your orgasm, walls clamping down harsh on bruceâs thick cock as your body strained, pleasure flooding your senses.
and all bruce could do? continue the pistons of his hips and watch you with happiness (and try to avoid cumming in you) as his eyes soaked in the sight of you cumming all over his cock.
you're too dumb on his cock to realize he cummed in you-- far too ruined as he tucks you into bed, making sure your bedsheets were okay and tipping you a little extra-- and bruce is known to tip mighty well. he walks out of your apartment with a smile, no lingering guilt as he returns to his cave, his own personal cravings fulfilled.
of course when he hits you up all over again for a little 'stress relief?', you're going to have to reschedule with your other client to help the vigilante out!
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: call girls/stripper auâsâ both male and female, are lowkey my guilty pleasure because i luv writing the male characters the strippers and the female characters the call girls. this originally was a lumax, stripper! lucas x stressed! max but love the idea of bruce wayne, especially pattinsonâs reclusive bruce, resorting to call girls/strippers for sex, just a lil fucked up thought I love to think about a little too muchâŚ
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drabble #4! 18+ mdni, hal jordan
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reverse cowgirl with you made hal more feral for you than he already was i mean, can you blame him? he had front row seats to your ass repeatedly bouncing back from his hips, that arch from your back that made hal hit places in your pussy you didnât know existed. that man was literally mesmerized by the grip your walls had around him, the lewd clap! clap! clap! sounds and some of your own bouncing off the walls. the entire thing was enough for him to get hard again
âhaaalâ you moaned, his hands on your hips pulling you back to bury more of his cock from behind, the rhythm of his length pulling out before slamming back in your pussy all at once was a feeling that made your cunt throb. ât-too much!âÂ
âalmost there, angel. youâre doingâ so wellâ hal grunted with a thrust, eyes glued on how his cock was snug in you as he was leaning on the headboard. his military tag was hung on his neck, the intensity of his thrusts making the chain slightly bounce off his chest. âsay my name from those pretty lips one more timeâ with the way his thumbs were pressing on your back for more of your arch without moving his hands from your hips and his heavy balls slapping on your cunt, it didnât take much for halâs name to leave your lips like a chant
and god, it entered his ears like a melody he couldnât get sick of.Â
hal bit his bottom lip to hold back a satisfied grin before a groan slipped out from your walls getting tighter and tighter. âcmon baby, give it to meâ he panted, giving your ass a light smack of encouragement with the back of his hand.Â
the action made you whimper and clench around his cock tighter as a response, a choked moan leaving halâs lips. âfuuuck, youâre gonna milk me dry at this pointâ
in short, you were a sight for sore eyesâ a sight that hal jordan will never get sick of
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jack abbot x shy!reader
summary: a collection of their first times together. connected to my other shy!reader fic, but can be read as a standalone!
content: explicit 18+ MDNI. smut, oral (f receiving), tad of dry humping, unprotected p in v. brief mention of sexual assault (a patient, not reader), reader is a SANE.
wc: 8.9k
notes: thank u for the love on my first fic!! i thought id write a lil extra fic of this dynamic bc i also adore them.
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First Date
Jack is a traditional man, youâve come to realise.
After the kiss, the invisible boundary stopping him from taking care of you the way he wanted had been broken, and he promises to care for you to the fullest extent, for as long as youâd let him.
on a jack roll rn
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH
ONE-SHOT
pairing: dr. jack abbot x younger resident!reader summary: Youâre used to handling things alone, even if handling them means skipping meals, ignoring problems, and laughing before anyone can see where it stings. Then Jack Abbot starts noticing too much. He pays attention in that quiet, maddening way of his, all dry comments and practical solutions, until calling him your sugar daddy stops feeling like a joke and starts feeling like the only safe label for something youâre too terrified to name.
Because the problem with Jack Abbot isnât that he wants to take care of you. Itâs that you want to let him.
wc: 12.9k
a/n: and here it is, the accidental sugar daddy abbot fic i started over a month ago!! was initially toying with the idea to turn this into a multi-chaptered story but eventually settled on a one-shot instead because i have way too many ongoing fics i need to finish at some point lmao. i really wanted to take the sugar daddy trope and make it feel more grounded and in-character for jack, less flashy billionaire fantasy, more quiet practical care that gets way too intimate before either of you knows what to do with it. not beta read.
warnings: age gap, workplace power imbalance, attending/resident turned sd/sb dynamic, class/money insecurity, possessive/soft dom!jack, semi-public sex, piv, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, mild degradation, biting/marking, daddy kink adjacent, public humiliation, no use of y/n
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The crush
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x f!reader
Summary: Jackâs had a huge crush on you since you started working at the Pitt two years ago. Heâs been able to hide it from you all this time, but when confronted with physical proof of how much he likes you, you finally find out the truth. (aka Jack gets a boner while you medicate him)
Warnings: Soft/Sub! Jack, getting hard at an inappropriate moment, the manâs down bad. Smut| unprotected p in v sex, creampie, sex at work.
Jack had managed to avoid being alone with you for two years.
It appeared today was the day his luck had finally run out.
âOh, sorry,â You exclaimed in surprise, âI thought one of my patients was here.â
Jesus Christ
He could already feel himself blushing.
Heâd lost count of how many times Robby had made fun of him for it. For this stupid, growing, distracting crush he had on you.
The type of crush that had him forgetting how normal humans acted- the type of feeling that had his heart pick up dangerously fast and his hands lose all purpose... which wasnât ideal given his job was to save lives.
YESSSSS
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH
ONE-SHOT
pairing: dr. jack abbot x younger resident!reader summary: Youâre used to handling things alone, even if handling them means skipping meals, ignoring problems, and laughing before anyone can see where it stings. Then Jack Abbot starts noticing too much. He pays attention in that quiet, maddening way of his, all dry comments and practical solutions, until calling him your sugar daddy stops feeling like a joke and starts feeling like the only safe label for something youâre too terrified to name.
Because the problem with Jack Abbot isnât that he wants to take care of you. Itâs that you want to let him.
wc: 12.9k
a/n: and here it is, the accidental sugar daddy abbot fic i started over a month ago!! was initially toying with the idea to turn this into a multi-chaptered story but eventually settled on a one-shot instead because i have way too many ongoing fics i need to finish at some point lmao. i really wanted to take the sugar daddy trope and make it feel more grounded and in-character for jack, less flashy billionaire fantasy, more quiet practical care that gets way too intimate before either of you knows what to do with it. not beta read.
warnings: age gap, workplace power imbalance, attending/resident turned sd/sb dynamic, class/money insecurity, possessive/soft dom!jack, semi-public sex, piv, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, mild degradation, biting/marking, daddy kink adjacent, public humiliation, no use of y/n
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