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❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 ❞ 🗯️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꣖ jinx 𝔁 topsider ! reader ꣓

𓂅 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : in which the tip from little man earns powder a trip to the topside and an earful from her sister when she gets separated from the group. powder, on the run from the enforcers, seeks refuge in the house of a young topsider. despite the animosity between topside and the undercity the two girls find companionship in one another. until, one day, out of the blue, powder stops showing up at your window. what happens when, years later, it’s jinx who climbs your window instead? content warnings ✷ canon typical violence ؛ toxic relationship ؛ angst ؛ power imbalance ? ؛ childhood best friends to enemies ? to lovers ؛ nsfw content ؛ guns ؛ weapons ؛ blood &. needles ؛ skin stitching ;

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𓂅 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : jinx wasn’t powder, she made that clear when she tried to kill you and your people or when she sent that rocket flying against the council. jinx might be beyond redemption, but you’re not. and no true zaunite would allow one of their own to be handed over like cattle, to the likes of enforcers and topsiders. content warnings ✷ canon typical violence ؛ guns ؛ weapons ؛ blood ؛ injuries ؛ minor character death ؛ needles ؛ skin stitching ؛ mentions of self harm ؛ nsfw content ؛ licking ؛ hickeys ؛ tribadism ;

lottie matthews who eats & fingers you out after every game of hers.

lottie was a clingy girlfriend and also might she add a girlfriend with needs. the best way to blow steam off after a game? eating her precious girlfriend out. she had been in her head for most of the game mainly because of you. seeing you in the stands, cheering her on, wearing those cute bows in your hair—which you two were matching. you had blue, lottie had yellow ribbons. weren’t you two just the cutest? by the time the game had ended, lottie had ditched celebrating with her other teammates. she immediately went to you dragging you by the hand to her car. parked somewhere secluded, lottie had clearly thought this out.

“i’ve been waiting all day.” lottie whined with an cute pouty expression, pushing you down into the backseat. crawling into behind your legs. she looked at you with an cheeky smile before licking from your shin to your inner thigh. lottie then begun to plaster your inner thigh with dramatic, over the top kisses. lottie gave your skin one last kiss before pulling away chirping.

it’s late september in wiskayok, and the air is starting to cool, but the bleachers behind the field still burn a little from the sun if you lean back too long. you’re sitting there now knees pulled up, chin resting on them watching jackie lace her cleats like she’s in a nike ad and not a dusty new jersey town with one decent gas station.

she’s got her practice jersey bunched up around her waist and her hair in a high ponytail that you’ve seen her redo at least four times in the past ten minutes. she’s nervous.

“you’re gonna be late,” you murmur, kicking her shin gently.

jackie looks up with a grin like the sun came out just for her.

“you say that like you don’t like watching me get in trouble.”

you roll your eyes, but the truth is, you do. there’s something funny about miss perfect jackie taylor getting chewed out by coach martinez because she spent fifteen minutes behind the bleachers “hanging out” with a girl no one knows she’s dating.

she tugs the tongue of her cleat, then leans over and kisses you quickly so fast you barely feel it, and so soft you feel it everywhere.

you blink at her.

“that was lame.”

“shut up.”

but she’s grinning again, her whole face lit up, cheeks pink like she’s still nervous, even after all this time.

“you said no lipstick today.”

“i said no smudgy lipstick,” you tease, “there’s a difference.”

jackie exhales, flops back on the grass beside you.

“i hate this part.”

“what part?”

“this part where i have to go be ‘jackie taylor’ and not just... me. with you.”

her eyes flicker to yours, cautious and soft. “the real part.”

you reach over and gently run your fingers over hers, the way you’ve done a thousand times in the dark during your so-called “sleepovers.” the ones where you watch clueless or scream until your stomach hurts from laughing and then fall asleep wrapped around each other like a couple of dorks who don’t want morning to come.

jackie’s always the big spoon. even when she pretends she doesn’t like cuddling.

(“you move too much,” she said once, halfway through a sleepover. and then held onto you like a damn koala all night.)

you squeeze her hand.

“we’ll get out of here someday, jack.”

she looks at you like she wants to believe it. like she almost does.

“you think there’s a place where we can do this without sneaking around behind bleachers and pretending we’re just best friends who are really into sleepovers?”

“i think there’s a place where people won’t care if you kiss me in daylight.”

you pause.

“...and where your mom doesn’t give me the evil eye every time i show up with a duffel bag.”

jackie groans. “god, she totally thinks we’re hooking up.”

“we are hooking up.”

“yeah, but she knows.” jackie hides her face in her hands, then peeks out between her fingers with a half-laugh. “she made me go to confession after your last sleepover. confession, y/n. i told father donnelly that we were practicing lines for romeo and juliet.”

you snort. “which version? the one where juliet takes her top off?”

jackie shoves your shoulder but she’s laughing now, that full-bodied laugh that makes her eyes crinkle and your chest ache a little because you love her.

(not the soft kind of love, either. the kind that punches a hole in your ribs when you realize how deep in you are. the kind that doesn’t go away even when you’re pretending it’s nothing.)

the whistle blows across the field and jackie winces.

“i have to go be the captain now.”

you nod. “yes, ma’am.”

she stands, then pauses and looks down at you, sun behind her like a halo, even though she swears too much and forgets to turn in her english homework half the time.

jackie taylor—homecoming queen, golden girl, certified overachiever.

she steps closer, crouches down, and kisses you again. slower this time. longer. warm and familiar and just a little desperate.

“friday night?” she whispers. “movie night?”

you grin. “if by ‘movie’ you mean thirty minutes of pretending to watch empire records before making out until my mom threatens to come in, then yes. movie night.”

jackie tugs her ponytail tighter, smiles.

“it's a date.”

she jogs off toward practice, and you stay there for a minute longer, heart still thudding, already counting down the days until you can be alone again.

꒰꒰﹒﹒𝒑artying with kara zor-el. ꔠ﹐𝒩AVYHAZE ∿ ⸝⸝ all rights reserved. ୧ ⚟

⤷﹒ⵌ┆ 17+. MDNI. ⓘ getting drunk, fingering. (kara receiving.) lantern!reader x kara zor-el.

the room spun like a kaleidoscope. every light fractured into neon shards that smeared along the walls, and the edges of your vision seemed to blur into motion that didn’t exist. music thumped in your chest, vibrating your bones, while a thousand alien voices collided around you, each one unintelligible but somehow alive in the background hum of the party. laughter, slurred shouts, and the clink of glasses floated up through the air, twisting together like some chaotic symphony.

somewhere behind you, weight pressed against your shoulder and neck, warm and heavy. a tangle of blonde hair tickled your cheek, and the smell hit you before you even registered it: citrusy, sticky, the faint chemical tang of ❛ nova burn ❜, glowing faintly like the drink looked—a swirling lava-lamp red with fizzing sparks that no mortal concoction should be able to produce.

“y’know,” came a giggle into your ear, breath hot and slightly off, “this stuff should be illegal. i feel like my organs are glowing.”

you laughed, dragging her gently by the elbow toward a table before she tripped over a squat, four-legged alien weaving through the crowd. “your organs probably are glowing. sit before you knock someone out.”

“i’m fiiine,” she slurred, swaying so dangerously that half your focus went into keeping her upright. “i’m super—oh. wait. no, ’m not.”

her laughter turned helpless, a hiccup caught halfway, and she leaned harder against you, the tips of her boots sliding over the slick floor. you pressed a cool glass into her hands to place on her forehead. she accepted it with a dramatic groan, leaning back into your chest, legs wobbling under her like jelly.

an alien somewhere nearby muttered something in slang you couldn’t fully translate; the ring wasn’t quite catching every nuance yet. kara’s laugh exploded, high and reckless, head thrown back, and she shoved into your shoulder blade like she weighed nothing at all. a sloppy kiss landed on your cheek, sticky with the faint sweetness of nova burn, and she cackled again, making you feel like the punchline to some cosmic joke.

“allllright, superstar,” you said, pushing her off gently. “we’re getting s’more water. maybe some food too, if solid matter even exists for you right now.”

she whined, dragging her feet after you like a toddler denied candy. “but i’m… attached. human attachment. i need you,” she murmured, clinging onto your sleeve like it was a lifeline.

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “fine. but sober up a little, or the aliens are going to start offering you as a house decoration.”

“that’s… a threat?” she said, tipping her head and blinking at you with glimmering golden eyes, hazy but sharp with mischief. “i’m sooo scared,”

you guided her toward the terrace, away from the thumping bass and the alien chatter that hardly ever made sense. the red sun outside softened the harsh neon lights into a warm, slow glow, casting everything in reddish-gold. the party felt like a fever dream behind you, muffled and distant.

kara leaned against the railing, swaying slightly, boots scuffing on the metal. “it’s… weird,” she admitted quietly. “not being strong. but i kinda… like it. means i get to lean on you.”

you smirked, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. “you always lean on me. this just makes it official.”

she giggled, bumping her hip against yours in a teasing nudge. “and i like that. you’re warm.”

the air between you thickened, carrying all the tension the red sun could soak up. she stepped a little closer, lips parted in a grin that was half teasing, half something else you couldn’t quite name.

“you’re staring,” she said suddenly, voice low, teasing.

“trying to figure out how a superhero looks this wrecked,” you replied, heart thudding faster than it had all night.

“and?” she whispered, eyes glittering. “you like it?”

“i’m… impressed,” you admitted, and she laughed softly, brushing her nose along yours. “infuriatingly impressed,” you added.

her grin softened, and she stepped even closer, tilting her head like she was daring you. her hand found yours, lacing fingers in a tentative but intentional hold. the touch sent sparks up your arm. your breath caught at how close she was, the air thick with vibrant sun warmth, the faint taste of her drink lingering on her lips.

and then she kissed you.

slow at first, careful, almost questioning, tasting faintly of citrus and fizzy red carbonation that lingered from the alien concoction. her hands rested lightly on your chest and shoulder, your own hand coming up to cup the side of her face as the world shrank down to just the two of you. it was messy, imperfect, dizzying—the kind of kiss that made your head spin almost as much as the party had—but it was hers, warm, insistent, soft, and impossibly real.

when she pulled back just a fraction, golden eyes met yours, shining like sunlight through red sky. a soft, teasing smile curved her lips. “see?” she murmured. “red-sun planets make me do stupid things.”

“yeah,” you breathed, voice low, a grin tugging at your own lips. “stupid good things.”

the balcony was quieter now. the distant pulse of the party faded into a soft hum, and the blinding sun hung low in the sky, bathing everything in molten, hazy lighting that made shadows curl and stretch around you. kara leaned against the railing, still a little wobbly, golden eyes catching the last of the sun’s glow. she smelled faintly of this planets version of alcohol, citrus and warmth clinging to her hair and skin, and the faint sticky scent seemed to wrap around you, impossible to ignore.

“so,” she slurred softly, stepping a little closer, “you’re not leaving me here, right?”

“depends,” you said, smirking, letting your hand brush hers as you rested it on the railing. “are you planning on trying to flirt your way into getting out of trouble again?”

“maybee,” she said, leaning closer until your shoulders brushed. “maybe i just like the view from up close.”

every word, every movement, every accidental brush of skin seemed deliberate, and the tension thickened like the red sun’s heat pressing down around you.

kara’s lips lingered just past yours, teasing, brushing against the corner, and your breath caught at the faint taste of her drink and citrus. her body pressed closer, hip nudging yours in a slow, deliberate sway, warmth radiating through you like molten fire. the terrace had shrunk, the red sun draping everything in molten gold, and the distant party became nothing more than a muffled heartbeat.

her fingers traced along your chest, brushing over flesh and curves lightly, as if mapping every inch and pulse. you let your hands drift down to her waist, grazing the curve of her hip, letting the contact linger, teasing. she shivered under your touch, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping, and heat bloomed low in your chest.

“you’re enjoying this too much,” she murmured, breath tickling your ear, voice low and playful. she leaned in closer, chest pressing lightly against yours, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of her breathing, every inhale hot against your skin.

“maybe,” you admitted, voice low, letting your hand slide higher along her side, fingertips brushing under her ribs in a teasing, electric caress. “maybe i like it too much.”

she let out a soft, breathless laugh, hand sliding along your arm, nails grazing lightly, while the other rested on your shoulder, pressing you closer. she tilted her head, lips hovering over yours, teasing in tiny, electric touches that sent shivers low through your body.

“you’re dangerous,” you whispered, threading your hand into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. her eyes half-lidded, golden and gleaming, lips parted slightly, daring, teasing.

“dangerous?” she whispered back, voice thick and low. “you mean… irresistible?”

her laugh was soft and low, vibrating against your chest as she pressed fully into you, shoulders, hips, and chest aligned with yours in a subtle, teasing grind. not enough to cross a line, but enough to set every nerve on fire.

you traced a hand down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her outfit. she leaned into your touch, tilting her head, pressing lips to your jaw, soft and teasing. her fingers slipped along your arm again, brushing, lingering, tracing invisible patterns that left sparks along your skin.

“i think we’re going to have trouble leaving this terrace,” she murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek. “don’t think we’ll be able to resist each other for long.”

you smirked, pressing your forehead to hers, lips hovering just over hers, teasing. “i don’t plan on resisting.”

her laugh was low, breathy, playful, as her hands slipped to rest lightly on your chest, the subtle pressure sending jolts through you. she leaned closer, every movement fluid, teasing, drawing out the tension until it felt almost unbearable. her lips brushed yours again, slow, electric, teasing, tasting faintly of her acidic drink, and you could feel the coil of desire tightening, ready to snap.

and when it did snap, it was with your hands slipping into the waistband of her pants. slipping past the lace of her panties, down to the sloppy wetness of her cunt. your hand moved with intent along her heat, eliciting soft gasps and shivers, her legs pressing closer as if she couldn’t get enough of the teasing pressure. a digit slips into it, wetness coating along it and trickling between the crease of your middle and ring finger.

she sucks in a sharp breath, lips pursing to conceal any whining noises as you start to fuck your fingers inside of her. with a gentle curl forward, she’s bracing herself with a hand on your shaky shoulder.

“oh— fuck,” it’s all drawn out, uneasy and lust filled. pleasure shakes through her bones, rattling into her now-sober and hyperactive brain.

you almost giggle at her face. that is, until she uses her free hand to latch onto your wrist. “more—ah, please.” she whines. you coo against her skin, teasing, “aw, not enough, kar?” and felt her shiver in response.

it has her shaking her head, a frustrated whine escaping before your pace quickens. a shake ran through her body, soft moans escaping as her lazy grin fought to stay hidden.

her gasps and the slick, intimate noises she made trailed through the night air, cutting through the distant, thumping music like a private symphony.

each time you sink back into her, your palm slaps against her dripping clit, making her gasp and her toes curl, leg resting over your hip as she presses herself further into your hand.

your lips trace her jaw, soft and teasing, and she whimpers, leaning back into you, arching just slightly. from her jaw, your kisses drift down her neck, brushing along her collarbones, each touch making her press closer, chest against yours.

she tilts her head, lips parted, clouded eyes half-lidded, letting you map the curve of her shoulder and collarbone with slow, deliberate kisses.

“y’gonna come, kar?”

her broken, breathy “uhuh…” barely pierced the music, but the tight, wet grip of her cunt on your scissoring fingers made it clear she was coming apart beneath you.

even with the alien city alive around you, the wet, gasping heat of her release pressed itself into your memory, impossible to erase.

and she’s watching you with a lopsided smile as you bring your fingers to your mouth to taste.

you had been dreading the moment your girlfriend walked through the door. usually you were happy to see your girlfriend after a long day of her saving the world, or just recusing a cat from a tree. but today, no. today was very different. you had messed up, big time. it was all your fault. how were you going to explain to kara you accidentally overfed her alien dog, you didn’t know yourself. poor krypto, he was usually running in circles, literally jumping off the walls. now he was curled up near his bed, eyes closed. ever time you glanced back at the dog your heart ended up dropping again.

now you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. practicing on exactly what you were going to say when kara got here.

“soooo, how was your day?”

you said to yourself in the mirror. giving your reflection an tight smile. trying to act normal, nodding your head before letting out an loud awkward chuckle.

“krypto? weird, no! probably just tired. right?”

you then immediately groaned and leaned against the counter, covering your face in her hands while you murmured.

“kara’s gonna hate me.”

then, you heard the front door open and close. your heart dropped to your ass. you wanted to rip our every single strand of hair out your scalp. you regretted the day you were even born. a pathetic whimper escaped from your lips, you heart racing.

“AH KRYPO—“

wait. krypto? the same krypto who had been lounging around like a lazy bum all day today after you overfed? no, you must’ve miss heard. until you heard kara let out another small squeal from the living room. you nearly ran to the room before reminding yourself you can’t look too suspicious. you peeked your head out from the corner, almost scared of what you might see—blinking as your body immediately relaxed. kara had been squatting down, letting krypto lick away at her hand and just nuzzle at kara’s palm.

thank goodness. you thanked every god in the universe, you hadn’t killed your alien’s girlfriend dog. kara glanced up, basically sensing your presence. the big iconic S sparkling to you on her chest.

“oh, hey gorgeous. you have like a very bad constipated face right now.”

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia who if you are busy or working, she will sit on your lap, drape herself over your shoulders, or take your phone away, completely unbothered by the interruption.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia gets her way because she asks with a bright smile and genuine expectation, making it incredibly difficult for you to say no sometimes.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia as much money you spend on her, she'll spend an absurd amount on you. She does it unconsciously, historia will see something that you might like and immediately add it to her cart.

She uses her family’s wealth to buy you pricy gifts, or take you on luxury vacations. She spoils you just as much as she expects to be spoiled.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia loves shopping dates in general.

You spend the afternoon walking three paces behind her in a high-end district, holding bags from designer boutiques. When you finally sit down, she wipes your brow, buys you an expensive coffee, and tells you how beautiful you look helping her.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia will drag you to various stores, picking out matching lingerie sets and vibrators.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia tries to be a brat about who’s on top but ends up with her face hidden by the pillow beneath her, whining about how good you make her feel.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia is a sucker for praise. When she's squirming underneath you from the pleasure, and you mutter "you look so pretty like this," her orgasm rips out like pressured floodgates.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia loves having her nipples played with. You mouth wrapped around the pink bud, plunging two fingers in her hole.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia can be a little of a brat but she's quiet the moment your thumb is rubbing against her clit while you lick long stripes of her cunt.

Spoiled Girlfriend!Historia likes it when you two scissor. Her legs slotted in-between yours. The wet slick spreading to your upper thighs, the obscene noises mixing with her pretty moans.

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It’s too hot today. The Clock Tower was a sauna.

The jacket you wore was thrown lazily over one of the many desks swarmed with piles of folders, the straps of your top nearly sticking to your skin and the fabric at the underside of your breasts already slightly damp and darkening.

“Barbie…” you whined, the sound of another shlick drop of your pussy lips stretched around the gummy silicone of your girlfriend’s cock punctuating your need. “F-fuuuck—!” You eased up again, all the way to the tip, then arched your back to drop down again, harder.

Your little skirt was barely there, bunched up around your waist, and your panties long since shoved to the side. Every drop of your hips made your girlfriend’s cock press against that perfect spot inside you, drawing a shaky breath from your lips.

“Come on, you can take it,” Barbara hummed into your ear, tilting her hips upwards as more of your creamy slick dripped down the shaft to soak the seat of her pants. “So good, baby…” she whispered, a free hand coming up to palm one of your aching tits under your top, rolling and pinching the tight bud between her fingertips. “Letting me stretch you out like this.”

“So big,” you cried, pressing a palm down against one of her thighs for leverage as you rolled your hips back and forth then back again in slow grinds. “Filling me up so good… wanna cum—”

Barbara hissed out a moan between her teeth, swatting your hand away and clutching you tighter against her with one muscled arm, the other pinching your clit between a forefinger and thumb before circling it gently, then furiously then gently again, coaxing you to the edge.

“Already? You’re so spoiled—” she grunted, fucking up into the mess between your legs, your ass flush against her pelvis and the pressure on her clit making the back of her neck burn with heat. “Can’t even sit still for two seconds. Climbing on my lap like a needy brat when you know I’m busy. Just needed me, huh? Needed me to fuck you full, baby… so needy for me… it’s okay…” she cooed into your hair.

Your mouth fell open in an uh! uh! uh! over and over again as she ground against that gummy spot inside you, your thighs shaking against hers.

“My stupid girl,” she rasped, hot against your ear. “You can do it— fuck— cum for me like this, honey.” she leaned back, taking you with her as your back pressed sticky against her heaving chest and your hips ground down to chase the aching pleasure she gave you. “Love when your pretty girl fucks you like this, baby?”

“Barbie— yes—” your hips jerked at the feel of her thrusts, your body jolting upward and tits bouncing as she held you down and fucked up into you like a toy. “Ahh— fuck, yes—like that, just like that—” you babbled breathlessly.

The sickening crackle sound of comm link coming in made you clench hard. It was Nightwing shouting into Barbara’s ear — something about a detonator, a pipe bomb or whatever, you weren’t even hearing correctly. You were so close, so close, if only your Barbie could keep fucking you just like this—

“Stay,” her arm banded around your front as she sat up straight, your pussy flush against the hilt and you whimpered at the loss of your impending orgasm as another voice crackled through her earpiece.

“Yeah, I’m still here. Go ahead.” She answered smoothly, typing one-handed while her other hand slipped between your legs to abuse your swollen clit with absentminded circles.

You turned your head, lips brushing her jaw. “Baby, please… I’ll be good, I swear. Just fuck me, please—”

“Nightwing, I’ve got eyes on the east entrance. You’ve got two hostiles, one that looks trigger happy. But handle it quietly...”

You whined, long and needy.

“You’re never good,” Barbara grunted into your ear. “You’re a spoiled brat that came here to distract me and now you’re whining because you’re too full and too wet to handle getting fucked like you asked.” The hand on your hip suddenly pulled you down harder, forcing the strap even deeper.

Your moan was barely muffled against her neck as the obscene sound of your pussy leaking on her cock made your face burn.

“You’re so fucking messy…” she laughed under her breath, right up against your ear. “You want everybody to know you’re a desk pet? Sitting on my cock, creaming all over my lap, and still whining for more?”

“Barbie…” you whined softly, trying to rock down again, but her hand tightened on your hip, stilling you instantly.

You were so soaked. Every slow clench around her strap made more slick drip down the base, coating her lap. “I said stay,” she murmured against your ear, voice low enough that the comms wouldn’t pick it up. “Sit there and wait like a polite slut.”

You whined like it hurt, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched and clenched but gained no relief. She rolled forward, pulling her chair closer to the desk and spreading your thighs wider over hers, as she stayed buried deep inside you.

You bit your lip, face burning. Three minutes passed, then five. You watched the gigantic hands of the clock beyond the glass tick by as Barbara typed one-handed, the other still barely stroking over your weeping clit.

Before the tenth minute, you caved. “I can’t help it… you’re so deep. Please, I need you to move—”

“Not yet.” Her tone was sweet but firm, the one that always made your stomach flip and she gave your hip a warning squeeze. “Sit on it a little longer, baby. Just keep me warm in this pretty pussy,” she said. When your bottom lip trembled, she turned her head and kissed you softly, the heel of her palm pressing down deliciously against your clit as you sobbed into her mouth.

“There’s my sweet girl,” Barbara whispered. “Warming my cock so good while I work… say it to me.”

You whimpered, clenching around her again. Your thighs trembled from holding the position for so long, as your pussy fluttered, begging for relief. “I’m… your sweet girl. Warming your cock so good, Babs.”

She smiled proudly at you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then turned back to her monitors like you weren’t impaled on her cock and dripping everywhere. Still, her voice never wavered on the comms. “Copy that. Keep me updated.”

You sat there trembling, waiting. The click-clack of her keyboard wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the heartbeat between your legs.

Eventually, you rocked your hips again, grinding down just enough to get friction on your clit and a soft moan slipped out before you could stop it. “I wanna cum, please… I’ve been good—”

“What did I say? Did you go dumb already ‘cause I’m stuffing you full?” Her hand reached up to grip your jaw, turning your face so you had to look at her eyes, all dark, amused, and full of heat.

You buried your face in her neck, breathing hard. “You’re so mean, Barbie…”

“Keep calling me that and I might just let you have it,” she warned, “but only after I finish this. So be patient.” Her free hand stroked your back gently while the other kept typing.

“Now quit squirming. The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can bend you over this desk and fuck you like you need it.”

being RHAENYRA’S secret lover would include

getting to ride syrax with her, and rhaenyra remembers every of your favorite spots so you could see the view from afar.

rhaenyra is a spoiled princess herself, being showered in gifts and only the finest silks she could remember since the days of her first walks. so of course rhaenyra spoils you ten times more, no doubt the princess’s lover gets better treatment than ever.

she teaches you old valyrian so you both can gossip together!!

rhaenyra would have a bit of trouble expressing how much she loves you, yeah of course she’s the realm’s delight, and declared the most beautiful maiden in the kingdom—losing her mother has taken a bit of a toll of her, and then her father marrying alicent. but she does the littlest things, holding your hand in public, feeding you lemon cake in the garden, and even her leaning her chin on your shoulder while you read.

lottie definitely had some type of invisible leash on you. it started off as you doing her homework for her and she would pay you a good 10$ and tell you to “make yourself useful”. and then it became the makeouts in the stalls and in the library which slowly turned into lottie fingering you in her car after school, while she was still parked in the school’s parking lot. 

it was a cycle but once it was all done she would go back to ignoring you and pretending like she wasn’t starting at you at gym. speaking of that was how you got into the situation, behind the bleachers her lips pressed against hers in a desperate manner. “you’ve missed me, haven’t you?” 

lottie taunted pulling back slightly so you could see the smug smirk on her face, she knew that she was the only one who could get you into this trembling mess. her fingers then trailed down to your inner thighs tugging at your shorts before she pulled your panties to the side and inserted her middle finger first earning a gasp from you. 

“you’re so wet already. were you thinking about me?” you automatically nodded your head eyes focused only on that gorgeous face of hers and definitely not thinking about the laps your gym teacher were going to make you do for “skipping” class. lottie then entered her ring finger into your needy cunt before she leaned in and kissed you once again. 

“you’re mine.” 

fem!naruto uzumaki who loves to be clingy. Her favorite place to be is in your lap, sitting and playing with your hair as you two chat. Even when there's more people hanging out, you and her are in your own world, whispering and giggling. It's annoying. Very fucking annoying but no one complains because you are such sweethearts and perfect for each other.

fem!naruto uzumaki who takes a long time getting ready, choosing her outfit and the complements, then doing her make up and hair. She loves being a maximalist queen and she knows how much you love doing your make up together.

fem!naruto uzumaki who can't keep her hands to herself and kisses your cheek and neck with fresh pink lipstick, leaving marks all over your face. She asks so prettily to not erase them, so you just keep them. She takes a hundred pics of your face squished between her hands or your faces pressed together with all the lipstick marks visible.

fem!naruto uzumaki who knows all your favorites. Your favorite shows, movies, food, snacks, books, even your favorite words?? She knows you so well she can predict how you'll answer to her from time to time.

fem!naruto uzumaki who you had to teach how to kiss with tongue when you first got together. Not only you were her first girlfriend, but her first partner in all her life. You sat her on your lap, teaching her all the ways to find her favorite.

fem!naruto uzumaki who loves to kiss you slow and make you giggle between kisses. She loves the sound of your throat vibrating against her mouth and the sound of your laugh.