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Just wanna say since my comments were deleted: on that slop:
Never ever let the hate or critiques or nit picks that clog these tags dissuade you from writing.
That user called it “lazy” to not know the characters to their full extent before writing a fic and they had hella attitude about it- except thats literally fine, personally im just happy to see a new post when i refresh the tag and im sure others agree with me on that.
The REAL lazy people are the ones hating on writers for shitty reasons and yet they dont even write anything themselves. it blows my mind - the entitlement when you’re in a creative space and something isnt made to your exact taste or to the extent of your exact knowledge.
People new to the fandom write here, thats GOOD. Chill.
(sorry for clogging the tags but that shit WORRIES me i hope some little newcomer to the fandom isnt feeling called out by these posts - you are so welcome to write even if you dont know jason todds blood type and batburger order like its fine baby)
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“They’re like two seconds away from fucking, Dick,” you say.
“We could be like two seconds away from fucking in real life if you would just look at me,” he huffs.
or the one where you pay attention to your book more than him.
content: suggestive, mentions of an erection, dick trying oh so hard to get frisky
masterlist
You’re so zoned in on your book you barely hear the window snap shut when Dick enters. You do, though. Your eyes fluttering over to him for that brief second tells him you had heard him come in and were electively choosing to ignore his return.
Your book was just getting to the good bit. The male lead had just confessed his feelings, his desires, buttons were coming undone, lips were locked. Zippers were undone.
Dick’s first mistake was trying to take the book from you by force. One hand around the spine of the book, slowly threatening to snap it shut as he attempts to inch it out of your grasp.
“I’m reading, Dick,” you hum, eyes still skimming over the words half-mindedly as you tug the book further from his fingertips. His head tips forward with a groan, falling until it’s pressed against your navel above the covers. He’s still half-standing, half-kneeling at the edge of the bed. Ready to snatch your book away and stow it on the dresser where you can’t grab it from the bed.
He noses his way up your sheet-covered sternum until he’s headbutting the paperback. Another grunt.
“Baby,” he purrs, low and silken. His lips have now replaced his nose in his trail despite the roadblock. You decide to placate him with a hand in his hair, the other spread wide to keep your pages from fluttering shut. Not yet deterred, he crawls further on the bed to attack you from the side this time. Kissing and nipping his way up your shoulder until you have to tilt your neck to look around him to see the pages.
“I have like ten pages left of this chapter,” you say as you try to shove his forehead out of the way.
“You know, once upon a time you would’ve jumped me the second I crawled through the window,” he grumbles. “Does the suit do nothing to you now? Are you immune to my charms?”
“The suit is great,” you say.
“Real convincing.”
“Just go take a shower. I’m sure I’ll be done by the time you get back and you can have me all to yourself,” you say. Shit. You lost your place. Your eyes quickly skim back across the paragraphs to find the last bit you remember actually reading.
“We both know that you’re going to start the next chapter while I’m in there,” he says. His teeth find purchase just below your ear. “Pay attention to me, baby.”
“I will.” You flip a page. “In eight pages.”
A louder groan as he presses his face further into your neck.
“They’re like two seconds away from fucking, Dick,” you say.
“We could be like two seconds away from fucking in real life if you would just look at me,” he huffs, though his seduction attempts have settled. If he weren’t still suited up for crime-fighting, you figure he might have fallen asleep where he was. He settles for draping an arm over your waist and fiddling with the shirt you’d stolen from him as his gaze skims over the various erotic phrases in your book.
“Did he just bite her? Is she bleeding?” he asks. “Is she into that… Scratch that, are you into that?”
“He’s a vampire,” you snort.
“So you’re definitely into that then,” he says in the absence of your no.
“No- well, I mean… It’s hot in theory,” you hum.
“You want me to bite you is what I’m hearing,” he says. His hips shift and you can feel the stirring of his dick against your thigh.
“I feel like you want to bite me, mister,” you laugh.
“I wanna do whatever you want me to do,” he laughs, too, but you can tell he means it all the while. His teeth graze the junction of where your shoulder meets your neck and you know he can feel the shiver it shot down your spine when he grins against your skin. “You do like that. Is that all it takes, sweetheart? A little bit of teeth and you finally give me a reaction.”
Harder, this time, he bites down on your exposed flesh. Not even to harm, or even really to mark, but enough for you to feel. Fingers dance along your naval as he tugs your shirt up just enough to find bare flesh. The pads of his gloved fingers press into your skin and it’s nearly enough to pull you from your book. Nearly. You can’t fight the nagging voice in your head that urges you to keep going. To see if the characters will just finally-
“Oh,” you gasp when Dick nips at your pulse point. Your eyes grow lidded when he begins to suck and your head tilts to give him more room. Finally, when your brain’s gone mushy enough to stop even trying to move your eyes across the inky blob of words, Dick’s hand swiftly comes up to pluck the book from your grasp and snap the book shut. He tosses it towards the edge of the bed, immediately shifting to fill the space above you it had previously been occupying. Knees bracketing your hips, lips moving along your jaw, your cheeks, then finally, your lips.
You don’t even care that he didn’t put a bookmark in.
contains: hyperspermia, brother's best friend trope, wayne!reader, sex pollen, wally is a whiny puppy boy in this, wally west is a human vibrator
"I'M YOUR LOVER, I'M A ZERO."
Visiting your older brother was supposed to be a break from weird and strange. However, things didn't exactly work like that. Coming back from a mission the five titans walk into the living room. Arsenal, Nightwing, Starfire, Cyborg, Raven, Troia and The Flash… well he was the only one missing. “Where's Wally?”
Running around the city non stop, one side to the other then back again.
He didn't come home until midnight.
Panting heavily in the living room, crashed into the coffee table.
“Wally, what happened?”
“Got dose with something… Should wear off soon.”
You ran back into your room grabbing your kit and came back to the tornado in the living room, crouching down next to him. “What are you doing?” Wally panted, looking down at your hands. “Examining you. Need to find the cause.” You mumbled and cringed, you were just like your father.
Quickly determining the cause of his symptoms, your face drained from colour… You were all to familiar with the genetic composition, you knew exactly what he was infected with.
How did he managed to survive this long? Must be his powers…
“Well Wally…” You took a deep breath, “You may die.”
His eyes widened and immediately shook his head, “What do you mean?” Wally continued to pant. “I’ve seen something familiar before, from Poison Ivy…” Your voice lacked emotion, it was flat and cold. “It's an aphrodisiac… and you have to…” You cleared your throat, “fuck or else you’ll die.”
“You're already hours in, and if you don't do something soon…” You trailed off, looking away from Wally.
He started to get up, bracing his body against the couch. You got up with him and held his body straight. “Wally… You can't just… do it yourself.” You quietly explained.
“Oh.”
His fingers tangled in your hair, while you were pressed against his bed. Rutting against Wally’s hand and moaning against his lips, his vibrating fingers stroke and rub against your sensitive clit. His other hand left your hair and trailed down your body — making its way to your glistening cunt. Two fingers slowly breach your hole, pumping in and out smoothly — spreading apart bit by bit and stretching you out. His thumb replaced his fingers on your clit, vibrating against the sensitive bud.
His bulge is visible through his costume, straining against the fabric. Your hand rubbing against it, feeling just how hard and aching it was — “Wally, I’m good— Need to fuck.”
Wally groaned and quickly took off his costume — the pollen making it harder to use his speed, he fell on top of you — panting.
Whining escaping his lips as he grinded his cock against your glistening folds. His head catching on your seeping pussy breaching your walls. A whimper escaped your lips as Wally slowly sank into your tight heat. “Fuck, baby.” He whined, his hips pressed against yours as he melted into your pussy. “Mhmmm…” Wally whimpered, quickly pulling out just to push back into you, savouring the feeling of your velvet walls.
His head buried in your neck, taking in your scent. Wally whines as he thrusts sloppily inside of you. “Fuck, baby — you're so tight.”
His climax builds quickly, finding himself already teetering on the edge. Your fingers scratch his back, leaving marks on his skin. Wally whimpers into your flesh and moans loudly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He tries to pull out in time — failing miserably and coating your insides with cum and nutting on your mound. Covering your thighs and stomach in his thick white cum, as if it was icing on a cake. His hand continued to pump his still hard cock spurts of cum still coming out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He collapses again — panting as he comes down from his high. Dragging his erection up and down your folds. “Fuck, baby — it's still hard.”
Knock.
You quickly cover Wally just as the door opens, revealing your brother’s face. “Hey — just heard a bunch of noise coming from your room. You okay?” Dick asked, seemingly unaware of the stench of sex lingering in the air. Thank god all the lights were off — “Yeah, I’m okay. Just watching videos on my phone.” You mumbled nodding at Dick.
“Alright — if you see Wally tell him he has to clean the living room.” Dick murmured before closing the door.
Once the door was shut, Wally escaped from under the blanket, his eyes shut as more whines escaped his throat. “Need more.”
He pushes in your dripping pussy, thrusting more steadily now. His hands grip your thighs and spread his sticky white cum everywhere and leaking onto the sheets. His ruts are still slow and weak, as if he’s building himself up.
“It's-It’s too much, baby.” Wally whimpered, immediately pulling out, and whining at the loss and overstimulation. He tries to push back in, only for him to whimper as your walls clenched around him. He tries to overcome the pleasure by pounding hastily, his hands grabbing your thighs and lifting your hips up to meet his rough thrusts. “Wally…” You moaned softly, trying to stay quiet. His heavy balls smacking against your skin as he thrusted his hips, his cock sliding in and out easily.
Then with another final thrust he cums again — this time not pulling out. It’s thick and leaking out of you, thick ropes of cum coat your cervix, stuffing you full. Your stomach is bloating from the sheer volume of his load — he pulls out and whines at sight. “Fuck — I’m so sorry.”
His fist is around his length again, pumping fast and steady.
Your breasts pushed into the cum soaked mattress and his balls slapping against your clit as Wally takes you from behind. “Fuck, baby can I use you? It’ll be quick — just need to —fuck! — cum more and more — use my speed and —fuck! — this pollen will be over with.”
You nodded, and moaned, “Yeah, Wally — it’s okay."
Then you felt your orgasm crashing over, his cock vibrating inside of you, his thrusts were impossibly fast. The rippling of waves throughout your body, over each orgasm Wally had given you. Thrusting deep inside of you as he holds your hips up, seconds go by and there’s copious amounts of cum leaking out of you and covering your inner thighs and legs. A white sticky mess staining your sheets as Wally came inside of you an uncountable amount.
Wally’s beside you lying down — a burger in his hand as he comes down from his plethora of orgasms. You lay down next to him, feeling how sore your pussy was — and how much Wally had came.
not sure this counts as smut?? but very explicit (mdni)
steph held you tightly against her, keeping you as close as possible while her tongue slid against yours. you sat on her lap, cheeks burning, her lipgloss smeared all over your face and her hands very intently exploring your body, bottle of wine long forgotten on the living room table. it wasn’t really an exceptional occurrence, a few glasses in and you suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off each other, that’s how it always went, but she’d never mention any of it to you the next day, as if nothing had happened at all, or as if it was a completely regular activity to be doing with your best friend.
she kissed you hard, getting sloppier as the minutes went by. you were both long out of breath but you just couldn’t keep away from each other, every once in a while parting for just a few seconds, panting against each other’s lips, before diving back in.
your hips occasionally rocked against hers and she groped your ass to keep you pressed closer to her, despite the layers of fabric between you two. you moaned into her mouth and she let out a pleased hum at your reaction. you were desperate for more friction, wishing there were no clothes keeping you apart. it was all you’d been thinking about for the last few minutes, to be able to feel her skin to skin, finally ridding of all garments to have her clit rubbing against yours and her folds sliding in between your own. just the thought made that knot you were feeling deep in your core tighten, heat pooling low in your belly, but that would be weird, she was still your friend.
you arched your back in an attempt to get a better angle, hoping to get off from this alone, but a sigh of pleasure left your lips as you felt steph’s chest pressing harder against yours. you loved the feeling of her boobs on yours, and, as your arms tightened around her neck to keep her even closer, you were once again hoping you’d just ditch the clothes.
steph’s hand moved up your waist and immediately snaked underneath your shirt, as if she’d just read your mind. her warm fingers slowly traveled up your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their way, before they landed on your breast. she squeezed once and you bit her lip in response, before quickly separating from her to finally remove your top, and the look she gave you once she could finally see you properly did nothing to help the aching sensation on your clit.
she hesitated a moment before grabbing your tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading the plush skin, experimentally flicking your nipples with her thumbs, but as much as you loved her hands felt on you, you were desperate for something else. suddenly feeling bold, your hands moved to pull at the neckline of her tank top to finally free her boobs and your mouth practically watered, the sight alone once again sending that familiar tingling sensation to your core. she wasn’t wearing a bra, she usually didn’t, leaving you a better access in this occasion.
you loved stephanie’s boobs. you’d seen them before, not necessarily in a sexual context, she just didn’t mind being topless or changing clothes in front of you, but you’d never allowed yourself to actually look, since you weren’t a creep, and now that you finally had them in front of you all you wanted to do was bury your face between them and stay there forever. you squeezed them together using both of your hands, while steph expectantly watched the mesmerized look you were giving her, and you finally allowed yourself to dive into them, getting just a taste of the feeling of your best friends tits pressed against your face before sliding your tongue to her nipple, swirling around it just once to then suck on it. you’d do this for your own pleasure only, but the pretty sound you heard escaping from steph’s lips made the experience much more fulfilling. you spent a few more seconds latched onto her before letting go with a wet ‘pop’ and kissing your way back up to her lips, resuming the heated kiss you were sharing.
your chest pressed against hers once again, this once with no clothing barrier between the two of you. your breasts were squeezed flat against hers, and the feeling of her nipples sliding with yours with every heave of your chests, now wet from your own saliva, was so much better than whatever you’d imagined before. you felt like a perv for wishing you could ride those boobs, getting wetter only by the mental image of those peaks dragging on your clit with every grind of your hips on her chest, but maybe it was stephanie’s fault for starting this in the first place. you were just hoping she’d stop playing with you someday.
🍒 your parents don’t know that stephanie brown and you love each other more than friends. || homophobic parents, fluff, kissing, make out session… 834 words. || ⋆˚࿔ this fic is dedicated to everybody who has to hide their true self because of the pressure that society puts on us. happy pride!
The sun was shining a shade of beautiful orange and it fell on Stephanie’s face so perfectly that you thought it belonged there.
She was perched on the edge of your window, letting sunshine hit her face and enhance her beauty. One of her legs were dangling from where she was sitting, her smooth thigh was right in front of you thanks to the pajama shorts she brought in her bag. She used her other leg as a support for her chin. Her arms hugged around her leg, her smile was crooked and small dimples were visible on her cheeks. Her curls adorned her face like a golden frame.
God, she was so messy and beautiful.
You wished she could be yours; truly, fully yours.
You were sitting on your bed, watching her— admiring her. You could feel a small smile form itself on your face while watching her. She could turn any frown upside down just like that. She was magical.
“And here we are,” she hopped off of the edge and jumped next to you, on your bed. She was sitting right there, beside you. You could breathe her in. She was so close. She smelled like fresh roses and vanilla. The perfume you had gifted her a few weeks ago… “At your house. Your parents are below there. You and me here…”
Your heart got crazy when her fingers touched your knee. Swallowing, you looked at the door when her nails trailed up your leg. “Steph…” You whispered, as if you were hiding a secret.
You were.
You wish you hadn’t but you were keeping a secret. It was driving you crazy— not being able to hold her hand any moment, or having to keep everything behind doors. Hiding your love for the most gorgeous girl ever was making you a lunatic.
The more you loved her, the more you felt guilty— not because you loved her, but because you couldn’t show your love for her everywhere you wanted.
Love wasn’t a problem, the problem was people.
Such as your parents.
“What?” Steph whispered just like you. “They are busy down there. You know they’d never come here.”
You could feel your heart in your ears. Her smile was not faltering, she kept her sunshine on even in moments when you were nervous. It was to make you relax, and she accomplished it well, to be honest. She was amazing at making you comfortable.
Stephanie Brown was everything to you and hiding everything from others was so painful.
Without stopping yourself, you let your fingers caress her cheek and slowly your palm grabbed her skin completely. Her face leaned into your touch and she left a small kiss on your palm before looking at you.
“I love you, Steph, you know it right.”
You had to make sure. She had to know. You could only show your love for her behind closed doors, what if she didn’t realise how much you loved her and decide to leave you?
No, that would never happen. It was Steph you were talking about.
“Of course, I know. I love you, too. So much that if I could I would take you away from this place and give you a better life where you wouldn’t have to hide.”
She didn’t even have to say it for you to understand what was going on in her head. You would know, you knew her.
Making sure no steps were heard from outside your room, you leaned in to give her a kiss. You planned it to be a small peck but Stephanie held your neck and pulled you in, held you still.
You were now completely over her body, the only obstacle between you two was the pajamas you were wearing. Your hand on her cheek made its way to her blonde curls and you let them tangle around your fingers. The more you played with them, the more the fresh smell sprung out of her hair.
Steph held your waist to pull you closer to herself. Her other hand was on your face, deepening the kiss every second. She was holding you down so tightly that you gave your whole weight to her. She was not complaining or pushing you away, instead she was pulling you down.
Her lips were a much more strong force over yours. She led the kiss and helped you get to her speed. Her mouth left yours for a second to give you both time to breathe and then without missing a chance, you started kissing again.
Her gasps filled your mouth as she broke the kiss before it could get even more heated. You looked at her with confusion. What happened? But she looked at your face and just giggled.
“I love you so fucking much.” She left a small kiss after nearly every word she uttered.
Your smile deepened and finally it turned into a grin, later on silly little giggles. “I love you so so fucking much, Steph.”
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synopsis ⠀:: ⠀ when you do something that makes them question their sexuality.
including ⠀! ⠀ barbara gordon. stephanie brown. cassandra cain. rachel grayson. jessica todd. tessa drake. diana wayne. ✶
contents ⠀! ⠀ fem reader. obsession. genderbend batboys. women are hot asf. women who love women are angels. masterlist. english is not my first language. ✶
BARBARA GORDON
She is helping you study.
You're leaning over her shoulder to read something on her laptop.
You absentmindedly rest your chin on her shoulder.
"..."
She freezes.
A full body lock, every nerve suddenly tuned to the warmth of your jaw settling into the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. Your breath ghosts across her collarbone, a soft, steady rhythm she can feel through her shirt.
Why do you smell so nice?
Warm skin, clean cotton, and a faint sweetness that makes her mouth water.
No, that's a weird thought.
You're her friend.
Girls smell nice.
Probably.
Then you laugh softly at something on the screen.
Your hand brushes hers.
Barbara's heart skips so fast she nearly drops the keyboard.
"Why that was... hot?"
She spends the next three hours secretly googling things like:
"Can straight women think their female friend is attractive?"
"Why am I nervous around my friend suddenly?"
"Why I feel hot when she touch me?"
By midnight she's staring at her ceiling.
"...Oh fuck."
STEPHANIE BROWN
You're shopping together.
You come out of the changing room wearing a cute dress.
She looks up.
It’s nothing outrageous—just soft fabric that drapes exactly right, hugging your waist, skimming your thighs. But when you do a little spin, the hem flutters up just enough.
"Steph?"
...
...
"..."
Her mouth is completely dry.
The way the light catches the curve of your collarbone, the way the dress moves when you shift your weight, the way you’re looking at her expectantly with those eyes.
Pretty.
...
"WAIT."
She immediately stares at a random lamp, cheeks burning.
"Wow."
"Cool lamp."
You're confused.
"What lamp?"
"I LOVE LAMPS."
She refuses to look at you for the next ten minutes because every time she does—
Pretty girl.
Pretty smile.
Pretty eyes.
"OH GOD."
By the end of the day she's texting Barbara:
"Hypothetically... if your friend is really pretty... and you can’t stop picturing the way her dress hugged her... everything..."
Barbara replies almost immediately.
"You like girls."
Steph throws her phone across the room and presses her thighs together in mortified confusion.
CASSANDRA CAIN
Cass doesn't really categorize attraction with words.
She notices feelings first.
You're laughing.
Your eyes crinkle.
You gently fix the collar of her jacket.
Your fingertips graze the sensitive skin just below her jaw.
"There."
"..."
Cass forgets how to breathe.
Like actually.
Her throat closes. Her heart slams once, hard, then stutters into a frantic rhythm. A flush crawls up her neck, hot and prickly, and her stomach clenches like she’s missed a step on a rooftop.
You tilt your head.
"Cass?"
Nothing.
Her brain has become static.
You poke her cheek.
"...You alive?"
Tiny nod.
Very pink ears.
That night she signs to Barbara:
"Heart...weird."
Barbara immediately assumes medical emergency.
"No."
Cass signs awkwardly.
"Girl."
Barbara slowly blinks.
"Oh."
"...OH."
RACHEL GRAYSON
Tonight she's supposed to be going on a date with her boyfriend, Brandon.
You're helping her get ready.
She sits on your bed while you stand between her knees, close enough that the heat of your body radiates against her.
"So..."
"Don't laugh."
"I'll try."
"I'm nervous."
You laugh anyway.
"It's just Brandon."
"I know!"
You gently tilt her chin.
"Look at me."
She does.
Big mistake.
You're wearing an old crop top.
Every time you lean in, she catches a glimpse of your collarbone...
...the soft curve of your tits peeking above the neckline...
Then your fingers gently rest under her chin.
"So pretty."
You murmur it absentmindedly while blending her makeup.
Pretty...?
You lean even closer.
"Stay still."
Your thumb brushes the corner of her mouth.
Then you carefully apply lip gloss.
"So..."
"..."
"...Almost done."
She isn't listening.
She's staring.
Your eyes are focused completely on her lips.
Your face is only inches away.
Your own lips part slightly in concentration.
Why...
Why do you look so pretty?
Why is the scent of your perfume making her dizzy?
Why does she want to lean forward and close that tiny, unbearable distance?
You finally finish.
"There!"
You beam at her.
The sweetest smile she's ever seen.
"So gorgeous."
She forgets Brandon exists.
For about thirty very confusing seconds.
She stares.
You wave a hand.
"Earth to Rachel?"
"..."
"...Babe?"
"...Can..."
She coughs.
"...Can you...do my makeup again?"
"I literally just finished."
"...Again."
"Why?"
"...Practice."
She absolutely considers canceling her date.
Suddenly she'd rather spend the evening with you cuddling than going out.
JESSICA TODD
Some creep has been bothering you for nearly ten minutes.
You keep trying to leave.
He won't let you.
Then—
A hand grabs his shoulder.
"You deaf?"
Her voice is terrifyingly calm.
"She said no."
One glare.
The guy decides life is precious and disappears.
She immediately turns toward you.
"You okay?"
You don't answer.
Instead—
You throw yourself into her arms.
She catches you immediately.
Your face presses against her chest.
Your fingers clutch her jacket.
When you finally look up—
Your eyes are watery.
Your lips are in the saddest little pout.
"...Thank you."
She feels so fucking hot it's emberassing.
"I..."
"I really needed you."
You sniffle.
"...Can you take me home?"
...
...
Take you home.
You need her.
You're holding her.
Jes forgets how to speak.
"...Uh."
"...Yeah."
"...Home."
She puts an arm around your shoulders.
The whole walk back she's staring aggressively forward because every single time she looks down—
You're leaning against her.
Trusting her.
Depending on her.
Her brain keeps screaming.
FUCKING GOD YOU'RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE.
SHE WILL FIGHT THE ENTIRE CITY FOR YOU.
WAIT.
WHY WOULD SHE FIGHT THE ENTIRE CITY FOR YOU?
Halfway home you hook your pinky around hers without thinking.
She nearly trips over absolutely nothing.
TESSA DRAKE
She has a scientific explanation for everything.
Surely this has one too.
You've fallen asleep beside her during an all night investigation.
bsf!stephanie brown who is always calling you different pet names. you’re her baby, her sweetheart, her angel, her pretty girl. she never does it with any of her other friends, affectionate nicknames are reserved for you only.
bsf!stephanie brown who is overly affectionate and extremely touchy with you. grabbing your hand when you walk together, keeping an arm around your shoulder or her hands on your waist, hugging you all the time, constantly leaving kisses on your face or your neck. you’ve been confused for a couple before, she just insisted she’s always like that with people she’s close with.
bsf!stephanie brown who is constantly telling how pretty you are or how lucky she’d be to be your girlfriend, joking about how badly she wants to scissor with you or how she’ll eat you out whenever you say something nice to her.
bsf!stephanie brown who gets upset whenever she sees you making out with someone at the club and then insists that you need to take her back home.
bsf!stephanie brown who will then end up getting drunk and making out with you for the rest of the night.
bsf!stephanie brown who always sends you pics trying on new lingerie that she bought or sends boob pics to ask you which one turned out better. she never has an answer for you when you ask her who she’s going to send those to.
bsf!stephanie brown who hates it when you talk about your dates but tells you about every one of her hookups in great detail.
bsf!stephanie brown who once got too descriptive and ended up eating you out on her couch because she insisted that you wouldn’t understand what she was talking about.
bsf!stephanie brown who always jokes about how you should repeat that some day.
𝜗ৎ i’d had this sitting in my drafts for Several weeks bc i felt like it didn’t really make sense but i finally decided to post it today hope it’s good enough ummmm happy pride
+18 giving tim drake a hand job and eating stephanie brown out at the same time ˚.✦
You don’t care about how you ended in his situation, you might be in heaven already, maybe in hell, but you do not give a fuck about it because somehow, the stars aligned in a way that made you end up sandwiched between the hottest couple of your University. Tim Drake has you on his bed, your back pressed to his chest while he takes his time kissing your neck. Stephanie is in front of you, kissing your lips at the same time that she fumbles with the button of your jeans.
A couple of minutes later you’re only on your bra and panties, both of them stop practically at the same time. “Can you get up for us, baby? We wanna see you good,” Stephanie asks, giving a soft slap in your inner thigh, making you wish she was slapping your cunt instead.
Tim looks at you with pleading eyes, eyelashes battling, that’s enough to convince you to get up, turning on your heels to face them, hands clasped in front of you. “Please, please, drop your hands to the sides,” Tim asks, he always sounds like he’s begging even though you know it’s an order.
You let your hands rest on your sides, revealing the obvious wet patch in your panties. You stand there, heart hammering in your chest, while Tim and Stephanie sit on the edge of the bed just watching you. The way their eyes drag over your body makes your skin burn but your hands stay obediently at your sides like Tim asked, and that only makes the wet spot on your panties more obvious. It’s soaked through, the fabric clinging to you.
“Fuck, look at her,” Stephanie says first, tilting her head as she bites her lower lip. She talks like you’re not even standing right there. “She’s dripping already. That little wet patch is so cute, I bet she’s aching.”
Tim leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glued between your legs. “She really is. So hot and messy for us. Don’t you wanna pull those panties to the side and see how shiny she is?”
Your face heats up even more, thighs pressing together without thinking. But they just keep going.
Stephanie laughs softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your hip without actually touching the spot you need. “Fuck yes, imagine her trying to stay quiet while I suck on her clit. Tim, you could hold her down for me.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Tim agrees, he looks up at your face for a second before his gaze drops back down. “I’d love to finger her while you kiss her. She’s already so wet I bet two fingers would slide right in. Maybe three.”
Stephanie hums in approval and finally stands up, circling behind you, her hands settle on your waist. “What can we do with her first… maybe she has to earn our attention first.”
You whimper, the words hitting you straight between the legs. Tim stands too, stepping close in front of you so you’re sandwiched again. He cups your chin gently, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
“Think she likes it when we talk about her like that,” he whispers, eyes dark. “Look how much wetter she’s getting.”
Stephanie presses a kiss to your shoulder, her hand sliding down to cup your ass. “Then let’s start playing with our pretty girl.”
Tim pulls you into a deep kiss while Stephanie gets rid of her own clothes, while Tim devours you, you really want to watch Stephanie undress. She has a gorgeous way of moving, she’s quickly just in her underwear, circling around Tim and you to get on the bed. She jumps to lay on the bed, making enough noise for you and Tim to end the kiss.
“Tim, you’re overdressed again. Please,” Stephanie demands, clicking her tongue. Tim huffs a laugh like it’s a private joke between them, he quickly removes all his clothes and lays next to Stephanie.
“You can get on the bed too, sweetheart,” Tim tells you, raising his hand for you to grab.
His cock is long and pretty, pink at the tip and with a few veins going around the shaft, he’s not exactly girthy, but compensates it with the length. Stephanie already revealed her pretty pussy to your, her clit is bigger than you expected, throbbing and reddened, she’s a pink slightly deeper than Tim’s tip, and while he’s clean shaven, she has a full and curly bush that is asking you to bury your head between her legs.
You swallow hard, eyes flicking between them as they lay there looking so perfect. Stephanie spreads her legs a little wider, showing off that pretty pussy with the curly bush, her clit already swollen and begging for attention. Tim’s cock twitches against his stomach, long and flushed.
Stephanie smirks at you, propping herself up on her elbows. “Here’s the deal, baby. You don’t get our hands or mouths on you until you make both of us cum. Think you can handle that?”
You nod quickly, already crawling onto the bed. The ache between your own legs only gets worse, but the thought of pleasing them first makes you even wetter. You settle between Stephanie’s thighs first, kissing her soft skin before you lean in and drag your tongue up her slit. She tastes warm and a little sweet, her bush tickling your nose as you bury your face deeper.
“Good girl,” Stephanie moans, one hand sliding into your hair. “Just like that. Fuck, you look so cute with your face in my pussy.”
At the same time you reach for Tim, wrapping your fingers around his length. He’s already leaking at the tip. You stroke him a few times before leaning over and taking him into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your tongue swirls around it.
“Shit… oh my god,” Tim whines immediately, his hips jerking up. His voice cracks a little and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “Your mouth feels so–so good… please don’t stop.”
Stephanie chuckles softly, guiding your head with her hand as you try to work both of them. “Suck him a little deeper, sweetheart. He loves that. And don’t forget to finger me, mhm, you’re doing so well for us.”
You moan around Tim’s cock, the vibration making him whimper again. He’s such a whiny mess already, one hand fisting the sheets while the other hovers like he wants to touch you. “I’m not gonna last… your tongue is too much. Steph, she’s sucking me so good.”
“Focus, baby,” Stephanie tells you, her voice breathy as she rocks her hips against your mouth. “Curl your fingers up a li… yes, nghh fuck. You’re such a quick learner.”
You do exactly what she says, sliding two fingers into her tight heat while you bob your head on Tim’s cock, taking him deeper each time. Tim keeps making these pretty little sounds, gasping and whining your name every few seconds. Stephanie’s grip in your hair tightens, praising you the whole time.
“Keep going, you’re gonna make me cum first if you keep hitting that spot. Look at our pretty girl working so hard for us.”
Your jaw starts to ache but you don’t care. You pull off Tim’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the tip. He lets out a desperate whine at the loss, hips twitching like he’s trying not to beg out loud. Stephanie’s hand tightens in your hair, gently but firmly guiding you back between her thighs.
“Back to me, baby,” she says. “I want that pretty mouth on my pussy again, Tim can wait his turn.”
You bury your face back into her, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while your tongue dips inside her. She tastes even wetter now, her juices coating your chin. At the same time you reach over and wrap your hand around Tim’s cock, stroking him nice and steady, thumb rubbing over the head every time you twist your wrist.
“Fuck… yes,” Stephanie moans, rolling her hips against your mouth. “You’re s-so good with your tongue..”
Tim is falling apart next to her, his head is thrown back, pretty gasps and whimpers spilling out of him nonstop. “Your hand feels amazing… faster, hah please… I’m so close already.”
Stephanie laughs breathlessly, eyes half-lidded as she watches you work both of them. “Hear that? Our boy is such a whiny little mess for you, keep stroking him just like that while you eat me out. Make me cum first.”
You focus on her, sucking harder on her clit and curling your fingers back inside her. Stephanie’s thighs start to shake around your head, her grip in your hair turning almost desperate. Her moans get louder, breathier, until she suddenly arches off the bed with a broken cry.
“F-fuck, I’m cumming! Don’t stop, baby, right there!”
You keep licking her through it, tasting her as she pulses around your fingers. She rides your face until the last wave passes, then gently pushes your head away, chest heaving. Your hand never stopped moving on Tim. He’s watching you with glassy eyes, lips parted, looking completely wrecked. Stephanie reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair, smiling.
“Go on, sweetheart. Finish him off, he’s been so patient.”
You lean over and take him back into your mouth while your hand keeps pumping the base. That’s all it takes. Tim lets out the prettiest whine, hips stuttering as he cums hard down your throat. You swallow around him, milking every drop until he’s trembling and pushing at your shoulder, too sensitive.
Both of them are breathing hard, flushed and glowing as they look down at you. Stephanie cups your cheek, thumb wiping some of the mess from your chin.
“You did so good for us,” she praises softly. “Now it’s your turn, baby. Come here.”
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