❛❛ i'd reach into your body, and fix you if i could ❜❜

❛❛ will i feel like this forever? forever? ❜❜

── ℳay ⸝⸝ 8teen ISFP ⸝⸝ 𝓁over of lace daughter of cain ⸝⸝ ℴlder men ⸝⸝ 𝒷ruce wayne's baby 𝓈agittarius 𝒸lark kent's honey ⸝⸝ 𝓋anilla 𝒹ex's north star ⸝⸝ 𝒶ngels lockets ⸝⸝

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req: ᢉ𐭩 not a req: ۶ৎ

dex x avoidant!attachment reader ᢉ𐭩

neighbor dex (18+) ᢉ𐭩

ddba!dex being flirted with by a waitress (18+?) ᢉ𐭩

shane maguire kidnapping you (18+?) ᢉ𐭩

clingy!dex ᢉ𐭩

dex x pervert!gf (18+) ᢉ𐭩

dryhumping bsf!mark grayson (18+) ۶ৎ

ak!jason todd degrading you (18+) ۶ৎ

dex being cucked by matt (18+) ᢉ𐭩

𝓃ote: i am working on some of these more than others, but i always get to the requests first !

CHOSO KAMO really misses you ! ꨄ︎

content.ᐟ 18+, f!reader, pillow humping, established relationship, art: @Ho9_999 on x, w.c: 400

choso kamo who humps your pillow when he misses you.

you're out on a girls trip, something you'd been planning for a while. but you knew better than to tell choso in advance, because he'd give you those big puppy dog eyes and get on his knees to beg you to stay. absolutely shamelessly, by the way.

you told him you were leaving at the very last second, which led to him whining and clinging to you like a puppy while you did some last minute packing, not letting you take a breath until you were fully out the door.

and when left all alone, painfully girlfriendless, choso is more pathetic than usual. so pathetic that hed run to your side of the bed and inhale the scent on your pillow. something sweet, something airy, and something that gets his dick twitching in his pants.

now, he's desperately rutting against the plush of your pillow and whimpering iterations of your name. "ohfuck-" he's drooling into the fabric whilst he practically suffocates himself, totally consumed by the intoxicating smell of you.

hes leaking pre, a dark wet patch appearing on the front of his sweats and smearing into the pillowcase obscenely as he continues to lose himself in the friction. all he can think about is you. you, you, you, consuming his mind and turning him to putty. he's going off of his imagination, his memory. what you feel like wrapped around him, in his arms, what you taste like. it's too much.

"m'fuckin' miss you" he chokes out needy whimpers, his thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker as he grows closer to the edge. he's talking to nobody, getting off on the thought of you hearing him. "love you- gna' cum for you..." his balls are heavy with cum and begging for release, his cock throbbing painfully against his boxers with every desperate shift of his hips.

he hits his peak hard, moaning whorishly into the pillow, which was not doing him justice on muffling his sounds at all. he fucks into it a few last times before collapsing completely into the mattress. he lets the post-orgasm calm wash over him, but it's not as enjoyable when you're not with him, when you're not holding him and cooing into his ear about how good he did. fuck. you've not even been gone for an hour, and he's already made a sticky mess in his boxers.

he's not going to survive the week.

ugh :( dex coming home after a long day, finding you padding around his apartment in one of his old t-shirts (comically oversized on you), and his boxers. his heart just swells, seeing you in his stuff, all his.

you greet him with that big hug he looks forward to, and a sweet kiss, an exaggerated 'mwaah!' sound that makes him smile. he looks down at the large clothes hanging from your body, "you're–" he stutters over his words, "you're wearing my clothes?" he furrows his eyebrows, trying to ignore his cock twitching in his pants insistently.

you nod eagerly, "mhm! mine are in the wash" you rub his bicep in a way you know makes his face flush a pretty pink, "you don't mind, right?". it's funny, seeing him blush and turn to putty when you touch him in the right places.

he immediately shakes his head, reaching down to adjust his hard-on so maybe it isn't so obvious, choking a groan at the contact of his hand. "c-course not, baby" he reassures you, pathetically so. "i'll make you some dinner, okay?" he walks past you in the kitchen, trying his very best to ignore the thoughts that invade his mind, one of those being the fact that you definitely don't have panties or a bra on.

the whole night he's being painfully obvious just how much seeing you in his clothes effects him. eyeing you up and down and stiffening up whenever you touch him. and you're not helping ay all, rubbing up against him and kissing his neck softly, making him feel crazy.

at some point, you sit on his lap to watch a movie and he just fully cums in his pants at the contact, splurting cum in his boxers and apologizing profusely. he was just so pent up, it's not his fault!! :(

but he makes sure to eat you out real good as an apology! <3

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dex isn't used to being needed, let alone being wanted. so when you made your way into his life and made sure he knew just how much you needed him, he was caught totally off guard.

you're so clingy, but he doesn't mind. he's beyond grateful that you come to him, out of everybody else.

everytime you run to him for comfort he just doesn't know what to do with himself :( he's so overwhelmed with love, holding onto you and kissing your forehead tenderly as you complain about a bad day or you simply want his presence. his heart can't take it when you look at him all teary-eyed, makes him want to shield you from everyone and everything. just keep you his girl forever. his sweet, doting girl.

you climb into his lap any given chance, clinging to him and rambling about your day while he listens and gazes at you in awe. he's just totally enamored by you.

or, he finds you waiting up for him at home in bed. "dex?" you whisper softly, holding your hands out blindly in the dark bedroom, searching for him. he makes his way over to the bed, letting you pull him down so he's laying on top of you. "missed you..." he can hear that pout in your voice, silently asking him to hold on to you, he knows it's the only way you're able to fall asleep properly. it makes him feel guilty for ever leaving you alone. but he understands, he sleeps better when you're with him.

"m'sorry, baby" he coos, resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. "i should stay home more often, huh?" he asks, pressing kisses to your chest and rubbing your arm tenderly as you doze off. you really make him feel like the luckiest man in the world, just because you need him. just because you find comfort in him.

── "crybaby"

content.ᐟ 18+, large legal age gap, sensitive reader, slightly mean shane, pet name (baby), dacryphilia, p in v, teasing

thinking about shane maguire and his crybaby!gf...

you're a naturally sensitive person, you can't help but tear up at little things, things others your age wouldn't even care about. like gas running low, scraping your knee, or any other minor inconvenience.

but you don't mind as much when you have a boyfriend to run off and complain to, when you can sob in his arms while he wipes your tears and kisses your head (begrudgingly).

so when you get a flat tire in the middle of the nowhere and he has to come pick you up, he's already expecting and preparing for the waterworks.

he finds you sobbing into your hands in the drivers seat of your car, looking up at him when he makes him way over to your rolled down window. "m'so stupid!" you cry, "i- i-" before you can call yourself another name or spiral even more, shane is grabbing your wrists and pulling them from your face firmly, "yer' not stupid, baby." he says firmly, helping you hop out of the car with a hand on the small of your back, and guiding you to the passenger seat of his old pickup truck.

right as he buckles your seatbelt for you, shuts your door for you, and climbs into the drivers side, you're sliding over on the bench seat to climb into his lap, burying your face into his neck with a trembling lip. he starts up the engine of the truck and starts to drive, letting you settle comfortably into his lap and cling onto him. he wraps a heavy arm around you, rolling his eyes at your pathetic little sniffles. "stop all that cryin', s'jus a flat tire" he drawls, giving your ass a little pat. it's his own, unique way of comforting you.

same goes for when you're upset after a long day at work, your boss being on your back from the moment you clocked in to the minute you clocked out with tears already brimming your eyes.

you made your way to shane's camp and found him sitting on a log carving a knife. he sees you and already knows you're in a mood again, so he just sighs deeply, sets his knife down, and opens his arms so you can cry all you want into his chest. it's nothing new for him.

you walk over with your lip trembling and tears finally falling from your glassy eyes as you climb onto him. "i hate my job" you complain, "boss s'so mean" you hiccup. he listens to your whining, rocking you soothingly in his lap as you ramble on and on with that shaky voice he hates so much. he interrupts you, "stop talkin' for a few, okay? sound like yer' throats bout to give out" he sighs, rubbing a heavy hand over his face and cradles you as you hiccup and sob into his now wet shirt.

there are times, however, when you're not crying from sadness or exhaustion, but from pleasure. he really doesn't mind when you cry like this.

when he's got you in a mating press, hips pressed flush against his and ankles up by your ears. "there ya' go" he coos. he huffs a laugh at the hot tears running down your flushed face, the sting of the position youre in and the stretch of his thick cock being overwhelming.

he's pushing your calves further with warm palms splayed against them. "my little crybaby, huh?" he teases you, pulling another embarrassed sob from your sore throat. "sh-shane!" you're whining, clawing at his biceps, leaving red marks in your wake. "ohmygod– s'too much" you're crying out for him to slow down, but he just loved seeing those glistening tears falling from your eyes.

"no s'not." he says, his voice low and gravely. he leans down to kiss all over your damp skin, "yeah, that's my girl– cryin' just f'me" he almost sounds loving, like he isn't teasing you for once. "so sensitive" he reaches down to flick your clit, enjoying the way you twitch and sob harder, clinging to him like a lifeline.

yeah, he really loves his crybaby girlfriend.

thinking about cowboy!clark kent talking you through riding him in his awfully charming southern drawl.

"yeah, there ya' go, honey," he's guiding your hips on his cock with big, warm, calloused hands heavy on your skin, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with each bounce.

there's an obvious bulge in your tummy from just how big he is, disappearing and reappearing with every shift of your hips.

"ohgod–" you choke out a whine, resting your sweaty forehead on his broad shoulder, letting him do most of the work by manually moving your hips. "s'big, clark" you bite down on his shoulder, his salty skin coating your tongue. that pulls a groan from him, he's rubbing the fat of your ass tenderly.

"i know, baby. i know" he's so loving, so incredibly doting that you can't help but cry out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him as his cock nearly splits you open.

"feels good though, don't it?" he drawls, gripping the hair on your head gently and pulling your face from the crook of his neck so he can pepper reverent kisses on your flushed, damp skin. "my pretty baby, jus' want t'make you feel good" he coos, head lolling back as your pussy flutters around him in response to his sweet words.

"fuck, clark" your face twists in pleasure, limbs turning into puddles as you feel that knot in your gut tightening impossibly. greedy hands roam his body, your fingertips running over his tanned arms and squeezing at his biceps. "m'close" you breathe out, looking down and literally moaning at the sight of the creamy white ring at the base of clark's member.

"i know it, sweet girl. can feel ya' milkin' me" he shakes his head, huffing a chuckle that shifts into a groan as you dig your manicured nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in your wake. he doesn't mind when you mark him up, if anything it makes him twitch inside of you.

his balls tighten up, heavy with cum as you grind down on him a few last times before your orgasm washes over you, leaving you moaning whorishly into his skin as he fucks up into you. "aw, there ya go, s'good h-honey, love you, sweetheart" he praises you for cumming, as if he didn't just do all of the work. "claaark" you breathe out, collapsing on top of him as a post-orgasm calm washes over you.

he finishes shorty after you, as he always makes it a goal to get you to finish before him. he thrusts up into you sloppily and shoots his warm release deep inside of you, making you squirm on top of him from the strange sensation. "i know, baby, feels weird..." he groans lowly, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.

he lets you collapse on top of him, basically a puddle from how fucked out you are. he's pressing little kisses to your bare shoulder every so often, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be. "did so good for me, honey." he's just the sweetest cowboy. <3

(18+)

waking dex up by lifting his wife-beater up just enough to snake your head underneath it, latching your lips around the warm, salty skin of his pink nipple and swirling your tongue.

placing your palm over the crotch of his sweats to feel first-hand how quickly he gets hard from just your tongue.

you feel him start to chub up, his cock twitching as you bite at the sensitive bud gently, pressing your thighs together at the sound of his soft, sleepy groans and whimpers.

he becomes completely hard surprisingly quick, but you don't care to stop there. you continue to bite and suckle on his sensitive nipples, one in your mouth and the other pinched between your fingers. he's subconsciously bucking his hips up, and you're enjoying the power you have over him, even in his sleep, way too much.

eventually, not to your suprise, he cums with a whimper, pulsing hot release into his boxers until a very obvious dark wet spot appears on the front of his gray sweats.

when he wakes up, he's so embarrassed. he had a wet dream right next to you, like a creep. cursing under his breath and pressing an apologetic kiss to your forehead, he goes to the bathroom to clean up having no idea you're the one who pulled that orgasm out of him.

(18+)

omg :( taking a steamy shower with dex and offering to help him shave. turning his head to different angles while you work on shaving his stubble, so focused and completely oblivious to the battle he's fighting. every loving touch that shows you actually care is sending heat straight to his dick, every graze of your fingertips against his jaw only makes him throb harder. you're just being so gentle with him, and it turns him on so so much :(

it's only until you take a break to wash off the razor under the shower stream that you look down and notice the painfully hard boner he's sporting, cock sitting flushed against his abs, globs of pre dribbling down his shaft every now and then. "dex–" a suprised, but knowing smile grows on your face, and you're only more amused when you see his ears are a pretty pink at the tips. "m'sorry, baby, you were just– touching me... and-" he shakes his head in embarrassment, unable to come up with a good explanation as to why his cock is literally twitching from just you shaving him.

"it's okay" you shush, him hand snaking down between the two of your wet, bare bodies to close around his member, pulling a whine from him. "i'll take care of this, okay? how's that sound?" you coo, getting him to nod and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed in bliss, and also overwhelming love. "god– thank y'you baby" "love you" "always helping me..." he's whispering little praises and pressing reverent kisses to your shoulder as you jerk him off slowly, caring for him like no one has before.

he cums all over your tummy with a soft moan, hips bucking into your fist as he spurts the last drops of his warm, sticky release out. he lets you clean him up under the hot shower, he's in awe of just how much you love him, and just how much he loves you <3