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Dean’s Girl

Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

summary: two months of being away from each other was driving you both crazy.

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, car sex, breeding

A/N: it’s a little unfair that I only wrote one pic about him, which was moths ago, and never continued.

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You haven’t seen Dean in two months. So it would be an understatement that you missed your boyfriend, and the sex with him. And oh boy, he missed you even more. You were all he could think about while he was away with his brother Sam and Castiel.

So when he was finally back, he took you for a ride in his baby, somewhere quiet and private. He parked under a bridge near the riverside, and it was in the middle of the night. Which means nobody could disturb you. 

You were both in his backseat, both of you naked, and he was on top of you. Your lips collided and moved together with a hungry, breathless patience. His tongue slipped between your parted lips and he could taste the coffee you had earlier today. His hand was tangled in your hair, leaving you no possibility to pull back as he pressed his body on top of yours. 

It was embarrassing to admit, but kissing you alone was making him hard. 

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” Dean whispered as he broke from the kiss just to take a look at your beautiful face. 

“Yeah yeah, I missed you too. Now spare your romantic talk and fuck me already.”

“That’s my girl.” he let out a laugh and immediately started kissing you again. Your hands were now resting on each side of his neck, and you felt his pulse hammering against your fingertips. 

Without a warning, you felt his cock slowly sliding into your wet pussy, stretching your walls around him. A gasp left your mouth but that didn’t stop him from continuing to kiss you, even if your mouth was hanging open. It’s only been two months since you last had sex, but fuck it felt like it was your first time with him. 

As soon as you felt him start moving, you dug your nails into his shoulders deep enough to leave marks. His pace was slow at first, and once he felt the tension leave your body, he started to pick up his speed. Sending deep thrusts into you, his lips started trailing down your neck and sucking your sensitive skin. This earned him a needy moan from you. 

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” he vocalized. And the filthy noises that came from him? Sexy, this only made you want him even more. 

You wrap your legs over his lower back, and close your eyes. All you could think about was how good he made you feel. The way his cock was buried deep inside you, the way he was sucking your skin was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. 

Dean branched his hand against the window frame, which was now foggy, leaning further into the already small space. The leather seats squeaked in protest against the frantic movements. 

The only sounds you could hear were the breathy gasps from Dean… and maybe the car shaking. To be fair, for two months all he could think about was you, and filling up your sweet cunt with his warm cum. And now that he had you, he wasn’t going to hold back. Unless you told him to slow down. He was drowning in pleasure.

Dean lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours with shared breaths while his fingers were now tracing paths across your hips. The feeling of his touch made you arch your back from the leather seat.

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he kept repeating, and he meant it every single time. “You waited so long for me, didn’t you?” 

“Yes mhmm-” a shuddering breath left his lips at your answer. 

“Yeah? Me too. I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

Dean’s skin was hot, sweaty, and vibrating under your fingers. But you were no different. Your whole body was covered in sweat as well. As he continued pounding his hips against yours, you felt a coil built in your belly. The need to cum was tumbling over the edge. 

“Cum all over my cock, show me how much you missed me.” He whispered as soon as he felt the way you were clenching around him which was an indicator for him that you were close

You felt yourself cum over him with a choked moan which made Dean fill you up with his release. He let his body rest on top of yours while you both were panting raggedly. 

He left a quick against your sweaty, and sensitive skin with a smile on his face. “Can I be romantcíc now?”

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You Can Be The Boss

Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

summary: reading out Bruce’s agenda while he’s fucking you!

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, breeding, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, assistant!reader

A/N: I’m ovulating, sorry!

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Bruce Wayne is a lot of things. A billionaire, a philanthropist, one of the world’s smartest men, and a notorious playboy.

But he is also your boss… who you happen to sleep with from time to time. 

You started working for Wayne Enterprises a few years ago, and took the position to be his executive assistant. As his assistant, you were there to schedule meetings, correspondence, and perform other administrative tasks. Bruce could count himself lucky to have you as his assistant because not only are you very professional and smart, but your main focus is also to help the company grow. But he could also count himself lucky because a beautiful, and smart woman like you was also sleeping with him behind closed doors. 

And nobody fucks better than Bruce Wayne. He sure knows how to please a woman. 

It was late at night, and everyone already went home after a long day at work.

Well, everyone except Bruce and you. 

You were in his office, body half laying on his desk, your iPad still in your hands, and your skirt laying somewhere in this room. 

“Go on sweetheart. Don’t let me stop you from doing your job.” Bruce said teasingly as his fingers slid beneath the damp fabric of your panties, and traced circles against your pulsing clit.

You held your head up and take a sharp breath before you start telling him about the meetings he has for next week. 

“You have a meeting with Kord Industries on Tuesday-” you let out a sharp breath as you felt one finger slide inside your pussy. “Mhhhm, at two pm.”

The feeling of his fingers curling inward made you clench your thighs together slightly. 

“Good. And why are they coming?” Bruce asked you mockingly.

“Just to get an update- fuck- on how the advanced research is going.” 

You were trying your absolute best at staying concentrated but it was so hard. All you can think about is how good his fingers moved in a steady rhythm inside you. You shuddered under the touch as he swiped back and forth inside your pussy. 

“Any other meetings I should know about?”

“Yes. A meeting with Ferris Aircraft is scheduled on-” you stopped talking as you felt Bruce slide in another finger, increasing the pressure as he flicked against the center of your pussy. “Fuck! Mr.Wayne." 

Bruce lets out a small laugh, deeply amused with how you’re on the verge of falling apart with just his fingers. He’s not even fucking you properly, and you already feel overstimulated. 

“Don’t stop talking sweetheart, tell me when the meeting is.” oh this cocky bastard…

“Mhmmm- it’s on friday. Five pm.” 

“Yeah? Isn’t the gala on Friday at six?”

“No, it’s on saturday.”

“Perfect.” 

Your walls were sucking in his thick fingers completely, and you felt how your legs were about to give up on you. You were helpless to the avalanche of your own needs, and you felt a coil of heat tightening deep in your belly. 

“Bru- Mr.Wayne, fuck, I’m about to cum.” you cry out as the need to cum grows stronger with each time his fingers curl inside you. 

“Stop calling me Mr.Wayne, and I’ll let you cum.” he replies calmly.

“Bruce, please.” you start begging at this point.

“Good girl, now make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?” 

You let go completely, tumbling over the edge as you create a mess all over his fingers. A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your hips bucked into his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” you hear him whisper, and felt his lips leave a small kiss against your shoulder. The next thing you hear is the sound of his belt unbuckling. His pants fell down to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. 

His bricked cock that was shifting uncomfortably in his pants was now free. A gasp leaves your mouth as you felt his cock rubbing against your clit. His free hand braced against your hip, ready to push himself inside your wet pussy.

“Hold still princess.” he uttered before pushed his veiny cock inside your wet pussy. 

You closed your eyes at the feeling of your walls trying to adjust to his size. Once he pushed his whole length inside your tight cunt, he started to move. The pace was careful, slow enough to draw out the tension before picking up the speed.

“You wanna hold the presentation for the–hmph- the Ferris Aircraft meeting?” 

“Yes! Fuck yes, Mr.Wayne!” a low sound rumbled as he fucked you more urgent and desperately. 

A moan left your lips as you felt a slap against your ass, the stinging pain immediately turning into pleasure. “What’s my name, mh?”

“Bruce, your name is Bruce Wayne.” you cried out.

A ragged breathing escaped Bruce’s mouth and the overwhelming physical heat consumed the both of you. Your back arched inward, and sharp gasps were punctuated the intensity of how his cock felt thursting deep inside you. 

The iPad fell from your hands, and laid abandoned on his desk as you held onto the edge of his massive desk. His fingers trailed down your spine, raising a sudden rush of goosebumps. 

Your overheated body shaked as Bruce kept thrusting deep and rough inside you. The feeling was so intoxicating, and so hazy… you’re sure that nobody could fuck you better than your boss. 

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.” you heard him say behind you, followed by a quiet moan. “Let me hear you, yeah? Struggle for me.”

“Bruceeee.” you whine out. 

A loud groan escaped from Bruce as he felt you clenching around him, making it a little harder to push inside you. 

“Such a mess for me.” 

His pace quickened, each thrust driving you closer to your second orgasm. “Please, I need to cum.” 

“Already?” Bruce shook his head. “I’ll let you cum -hmph- if you put another meeting for Thursday.” 

“I will!”

“That’s my good girl. Now cum all over me.”

The pressure peaked, snapping the last thread of your restraint. Your body convulsed around him, earning a ragged groan from his throat. Bruce drove into you with a final thrust, and spilled his release into your pussy. 

“Who do you have a meeting with on Thursday?” you ask him with curiosity in your voice. You can’t think of someone who is supposed to have a meeting with him.

Bruce sits down on his chair, pulling you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. The mixed fluid was leaking out of your pussy, and pooling on his thigh.

You immediately let your head rest against his chest, and you could hear how his heat was racing.

“With you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

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☕️ you give zatanna zatara a flower before every show. || fluff, headcanon format, kissing… || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist ,, this was so fun to write

You gave your best friend Zatanna Zatara a single flower before her shows.

It became a tradition for you to gift flowers, especially before her shows.

Zatanna collected the flowers in a vase she kept in the backstage.

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Positions

Dick grayson x fem!Reader

summary: Dick eating you out while he’s doing a handstand.

warning: MDNI 18+, oral sex (fem!receives), french kissing

A/N: Don’t even ask how I came up with this…

Dick had that look again. That infuriating, lopsided grin that always meant he thought he’d already won. He leaned casually against the kitchen island, arms folded, watching you with the kind of confidence only he could wear without looking arrogant. 

“What?” he asked, catching the way you were staring. “You look like you’re plotting something.”

“Maybe I am,” you replied, unable to hide your smile. “You always go on about how flexible you are, how you can balance anywhere, do just about anything.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “So prove it.”

His eyebrows lifted, curiosity flashing across his face before his grin widened into something undeniably mischievous. 

“Oh?” he laughed, taking a slow step closer. “I didn’t realize that was where your mind was headed.” 

His voice dipped just enough to make your stomach flutter as he searched your expression for any hint of hesitation. 

“Careful,” he murmured with amusement in his eyes. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to start wondering what, exactly, you have planned…”

“Wanna take a guess?” you ask him teasingly.

Dick lets out a low groan before he picks you up, and his hands are resting on your ass. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist, and crash his lips against yours. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, silently begging you to open your mouth, and you do. It was a sweet, almost hesitant collision that instantly turned desperate. You exhaled a shaky breath, your tongue tangling with his as the taste of his mouth consumed your senses. 

His hands that were resting on your ass were giving you slight squeezes. You let out a soft, involuntary moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.

“Fuck baby. I want to hear you make that sound again.” He muttered, sounding almost desperate, and started kissing you again. 

He was walking you both towards the living room, where he had enough room to do what had been in your mind. And fuck, he was so excited to go down on you. 

He slowly lays you down on the cold floor without interrupting the kiss. His hands work on removing the boxers, his boxers, that was separating him from your sweet cunt. With a swift motion, they were off of you and he threw them somewhere behind him. He could care less where they landed, all he can think about is having a taste of your pussy. 

He broke from the kiss, and you could see a smug twitch at the corner of his mouth. He parted your legs far apart, and the sight alone was to die for. 

“Look at me while I do this to you.” He said before standing up. 

Swinging a leg back, he pushed off the floor, sending his feet up in the air. Now that he was in a handstand, he turned around using his head so that his face was now facing your exposed and now wet pussy. Without struggling, he put his left hand on the floor next to your hips, before doing the same thing with his right hand. 

“Don’t you dare move, yeah baby?” and you nodded in response.

He slightly pushed himself down until his mouth was just inches away from you. 

Before he started on working his mouth against you, he gave your pussy a little kiss at which you let out a silent cry. Your whole body was begging him to just eat you out.

He started with gentle licks before he starts making out with your sweet cunt.

“Fuuuck.” You moan as your hips press deeper into his face. 

His tongue started working faster, and with increasing pressure. His mouth engulfed your pussy, and his tongue was swirling against your sweet spot. You were digging your nails into your own palm because you didn’t want to disturb his balance while he was overly focused on keeping his balance while also focusing on eating you out. Because fuck, he felt how his arms were threatening on giving up on him. 

Dick bites back a moan as he hears the sweet noises that leave your pretty lips. As Dick continues playing with the inner side of your vulva, you couldn’t help but ache your back off of the floor with closed eyes.

Dick Grayson was truly an eater. The way his mouth moves is really a wonder. The way he makes out, and eats your pussy with so much need and desperation. Fuck, this is all that you can focus on right now. 

“Such a pretty mess.” Dick said in between before he continued where he left off. A quiet whimper leaves his lips as soon as his lips are on you again. The sweet taste of yours is sending a shiver down his spine, and he felt his one arm go weak before he caught himself. Still, he continues eating like a man starving.

“Dick, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. I’m about to cum.” You cried out as you felt a tight knot form in your lower stomach. “Don’t stop, just like that– Oh fuck, yes.”

“Look at me while you cum.” Dick purred and his breath hitched a second later. 

You tilt your head up and look at him. His face was turning red,  the veins were visible on his neck, and all you could see was how his lips were moving on your cunt. 

A tremor shot straight through your spine while crying out his name into the quiet room. 

“I want every drop.” Dick said as he started to swallow the juice that left your cunt. The taste felt intoxicating and so sweet, he needs it like he needs air. 

After drinking every drop of your juice he slowly lowered himself, he towered over your now shaking body. He connected his lips with yours again, and you could taste yourself against his lips. Kissing you so softly, he lets out a shaky breath against your lips.

“I think I also came,” he admitted, at which you only laughed.