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roy harper x gn!batsibling!reader, FLUFF, clingy roy
a/n: might not be good bcs this is just my scenarios before sleeping written as a fic..... but its okay âĄ
its late at night, your bedroom is dimly lit to set an intimate mood for two. the sight of your boyfriend â a well-known, competent vigilante respected by many â clumsily falling through your bedroom window made your heart flutter.
"shit, argh⊠hey, baby." the pained scowl turned into a grin as you bent over him, looking down without putting in any effort to help him up. "you look so cute, like an angel," he mumbled, waiting for the imaginary orbiting stars above his head to subside.
when he finally got up, he didn't waste any time wrapping his arms around you, peppering kisses on your blushing face as the sensation of his stubble against your skin never failed to make you giggle.
while he's busy showering you with much-needed physical affection, your mind wandered to the boy you fell for a long time ago. the freckled, ginger archer who went by speedy; your brother's own teammate. the boy who loved teasing you, and the boy your fourteen year-old self only started liking after his growth spurt.
now, the boy who made a big deal of beating you in two-player video games grew up to be the man who snuck into wayne manor just to hold you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"you're thinking," he grumbled, noticing your sudden silence. "I'm kissing your gorgeous face, and you're thinking."
"thinking about you, if it makes you feel any better," you quipped with a smile, allowing him to continue pressing kisses on your cheek.
"mhmm, yeah. makes me feel a little better," he chuckled, pressing one last kiss on your lips. "now, get on the bed, please. I wanna cuddle."
"just cuddle?" you teased with a playful pout, returning to the position you were originally in before he came over, coming in from your window like he was your own personal romeo montague.
the dip on your bed when he lies next to you makes your body roll over closer to him. "you know damn wellâŠ" he snorted, wrapping his arms around you.
you immediately melt into his warm touch, slowly breathing in the masculine scent that grounded you. despite your suggestion, you'd still be satisfied if tonight's agenda only consisted of cuddling and sappy words.
A low whistle sounded from behind you, making you smile and roll your eyes.
You were standing in front of your mirror, trying to get the tiny earring back onto the stud.
Stephanie had invited you as well as Babs and Cass to Brunch for no particular reason other than to get tipsy before noon and maybe max out one of Bruce's credit cards at the nearby Mall.
"Hot girl brunch" as it was branded used to be scheduled once a month. A get together with your girlfriends to talk about anyone and anything and most definitely gossip.
Unfortunately, life got busy for all of you, so this was the first time you'd have your little tradition back in a while.
As ecstatic as you were, your boyfriend was pouting in the corner because he wanted to come along.
Apparently, however, he was done sulking and came up behind you, eyeing you up and down with a smirk.
"Fuck me, you look good." He grinned, meeting your eye in the reflection.
You smiled brightly, your nose scrunching up slightly.
"Thanks, babe. Gotta look good for my girls!" You chuckled, fixing a few hair strands that sat out of place.
Roy scoffed and crossed his arms.
"What about me, huh? You don't wanna look good for me?"
You shook your head and turned on your heel, reaching up to pinch his stubbled cheek.
"You know what happens everytime I try to look nice for you." You said, raising your brows.
Roy's face scrunched up in questions. "No??"
Your lips parted slightly.
"You're fucking with me." You chuckled, slight disbelief lacing your tone.
"I swear to you, I'm not."
You stared at him for a minute before turning back around to face the mirror, adjusting your outfit.
You'd chosen a graphich T-shirt with a psychedelic print and a tight denim skirt with embroidered pockets.
The denim hugged your hips perfectly but it wasn't so tight that your soft belly was compressed. The curve of if which you could see from the side was one of your favorite parts.
An outfit that's cute and comfortable was a win in your book. You'd tied the shirt into a knot at the front, contemplating whether to add a funky belt to tie it all together.
Your fingers were glitzing with your favorite rings and a stack of necklaces framed the neckline of the shirt.
You did look pretty damn good, Roy was right about that.
"For your information," you began, lightly pressing some glitter into your lid, "you rip apart all my clothes. If you think I look good, you insatiable animal will tear my favorite pieces to shreds."
Roy's lips parted slightly and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent.
"Nothing to say to that, huh?" You teased, applying a shiny lip gloss.
Your boyfriend stuttered for a moment, running a hand through his red hair before answering.
"Okay, look- in my defense, do you even know how sexy you are? And then you put yourself in a tiny denim skirt and expect me not to go primal?" He tried to defend himself.
You turned and crossed your arms over your chest.
"Baby.." he said softly, hands finding your hips.
"You get me so hot. You with your fucking curves and pretty smile. Thighs that can crush me- and you're so soft. Like a marshmallow. Just as sweet, too. I'm a feeble man, I can't resist that." He smirked softly, moving his hands to stick them in your back pockets, cupping your ass.
You relaxed a little in his embrace, a smile sneaking onto your face.
"No more destroying my wardrobe in the future, alright?"
"Yes, Ma'am." He grinned, looking at you through lided eyes.
"Stop feeling me up, I have places to be." You remarked, tightly grasping at his wrists to stop his wandering hands.
He smiled cheekily.
"I'm sure they won't mind you being a little late." He replied lowly.
With a small huff, you grabbed his face with one hand.
"Not happening. I've waited too long for hot girl brunch. Try your luck again when I'm back, cowboy." You scolded lightly, pressing a wet kiss to his lips before twisting out of his arms and grabbing your purse.
Slipping on your shoes, you grab a jacket and your keys before hurrying out the door.
"Bye, babe, love you!" You called before the door fell shut.
Roy stood there a little flustered and impressed, an amused huff breaking from the smirk that had formed as he was looking at you leave.
He reached up to his lips and wiped the sticky gloss off before licking the pad of his thumb.
SO CUTE HELLOOOO??? op i wanna eat you, the way roy describes the reader makes me giggle with joy and delight...... he has such a way with words đđđ
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đ party girl!reader and roy harper relationship headcanons. || fluff, daily life headcanons, may be suggestive, not proofread. || âËàż i love this idea but i hate how poorly i wrote it :(
Roy Harper was an outgoing person, this was something most people knew about him, but he never thought he would eventually date someone who loves partying, drinking and socializing.
You were such a lively person. Roy loved this about you. He never thought of you as loud or clingy.
When some people came at him and complained about you, he became sarcastic and supported your actions.
And that was what you loved about him.
He was sober for months, maybe even years, but still he was the most supportive boyfriend youâve ever had when it came to your party life.
He loved going out to parties with you. He protected you when you got drunk. Helped you shower, get ready for bed and do whatever you couldnât at that moment.
That man was such a good man and you loved it about him.
The best thing about him was that he wasnât insecure. He didnât say anything about what you wore and that was such a blessing.
And he had the cutest little girl ever!
You and Lian always prepared breakfast while Roy was sleeping, with loud music.
Dating him was so much fun than you could ever think of.
He prepared delicious cocktails just for you. Whenever you wanted to throw a party, he helped you make your playlist. He was the funniest person ever.
And, of course, you adapted to his life, too.
He had a life that consisted of action. Being a father, boyfriend and Arsenal was not easy feat but he managed it well.
You became the trusted adult whenever he had to leave Lian with someone.
You and Lian had so many fun times together. You painted your nails, cooked, baked, threw pajama parties, watched cartoons and Barbie movies.
Even though you and Roy had such different lives, you still made life amazing to live together and that was what Roy adored the most.
BONUS DRABBLE ! (suggestive, reader is drunk)
âLetâs go,â you heard him say, his breath hit your ear as you kept swaying your hips to the music. Roy was behind you, his hands hugged your hips and pressed a little to stop your movements but you didnât stop. âCâmon, baby.â You shook your head against his words.
âCan we stay more?â You turned to face him in his arms. His palms landed on your ass, slowly crawling up to your back. His touch was so feather soft yet solid there. âPretty please!â You whined loudly.
He closed his eyes, shaking his head to each side, âNope.â
âIâll kiss you and hug you and fuckââ
âNo.â He pulled you into himself a little more. You buried your head into his muscular chest as your arms climbed around him and grabbed his back.
âRooyâŠâ You cried his name out and he did the same with your name, his arms patted your back.
âWe should leave. You need to shower, sleep, maybe Iâll give you a massage if youâre a good girl.â
His words were going right into your brain as he kept saying his bait. You rolled your eyes. âFine,â you said. The loud music was banging in your head and it matched with your heartbeat. âCan you carry me?â
âSure,â The last thing you saw was his smirk and you heard yourself yelp as he threw you over his shoulder.
âRoy!â You hit his back but he kept walking and ignored you. âIâm gonna throw up, oh my god!â
âYou wouldnât be the first person to do it.â His grasp on your legs got tighter as you kept squirming. âIt also would not be the first time you did it.â
After that you stopped moving and decided to enjoy your time there, perched on his strong shoulders.
this is so cute and fun đđđ i love how reader still manages to party out with lian!!! like ofc the girls would have fun together!!!! im so glad i requested this bcs ohmygad im kicking my feet and twirling my hair it's so cute esp with how reader adapts to roy's life
and rooooyyyy ugh hes just so perfect... hes my dream bf... he's so supportive i love that
HIHIHIHI YESSS i decided to go pink blue purple for pride month đđđ i also wanted to stray away from the alien theme but i liked it so much i decided to make it my ENTIRE THING
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summary: a moment of realization makes you distance yourself from roy, though your heart can't get rid of him that easily.
content: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, reader has a moment of epiphany that makes them go crazy, reader makes roy sad :( might be a bit bad sorry!!, ft. wally donna & dick!
wc: 2.7k
a/n: once again i am late. you guys are allowed to tickle me if you ever see me irl.
part one | part two | part three
You're the first person he searches for.
As he clashed the cymbals and beat his drums, his eyes dissected the entire crowd, landing and staying on the person he hoped with all his heart would come: you. His favourite person for the past few months, the person replacing all of the thoughts in his mind. And unfortunately, the person who's been ignoring him for a whole week.
Days had gone by with ignored text messages, with those texts varying from long, semi-emotional texts to short questions about your well-being. With each text that was ignored, his heart ached from worry and insecurity. Questions of your current well-being and his actions that could've caused this flooded his mind, adding to his growing worry.
Those thoughts led to one last text message he left last night. 'I hope you come to my gig.'
And there you were, standing in the far back, holding a cup of whatever while you watched him play. Your face was devoid of any expression, watching him with a blank stare and lips pressed into a tight line.
He didn't let it mess with his head. That night, he played better than he's ever played.
â ONE WEEK AGO.
"You look fine. Pretty, even." Roy chuckled, glancing at you as you checked your teeth for the umpteenth time in the vanity mirror. You were now aware of never asking Roy how you looked; he was always going to say you looked pretty. It was one of those sweet things that became annoying over time.
You swore you could still feel some remnants of the veggies you ate earlier lodged in the gaps of your teeth, hence why your finger was still nudged in your mouth, trying to find where the salad was, as it muffled your speech. "I cou hill heel ik!" You muffled, straightening your posture once again to look in the mirror.
A few moments later, you proved Roy wrong. There was, in fact, a small bit of salad stuck between your molars. Before leaving the car, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. You were going to meet his friends today, and you were determined to impress them.
They were pretty popular on campus. A wallflower like you heard a few rumours here and there, but still knew well enough not to let those rumours cloud your judgement. After all, giving Roy a chance at that house party made him become your partner, your significant annoyance.
You walked into the bar with him, looking around to take in the atmosphere. It was probably a little fancier than the usual dive bars people you knew frequented. You wouldn't know â you've stepped into many taverns filled with pointy-eared humans and those with skin painted in bright greens or purples, but not actual bars that served alcoholic drinks. Mentally, you thank Roy for not making you remain a total dork.
"Theeerreee he is!" A voice boasted, lifting his arm to direct the two of you to a booth in the far end corner of the bar. He was another ginger, tall and a little bit lankier than Roy. His hair was curly, face peppered with visible freckles. You finally recognise him to be none other than Wally West.
Surprisingly, you've talked to Wally a few times before due to common interests. Hell, in freshman year, you hated him for stealing your spot in the college's e-sports team (which, to be frank, he earned fair and square.)
"Oh, hey!" He grinned, dabbing you up with so much energy you wondered if he had super speed. "Haven't talked to you in a while, dude." He said, throwing his arm around your shoulder to walk you closer to the gang.
"Wally, can you let them breathe first?" Says the only girl in the group, staring at him with the familiar look of siblingly annoyance. "Ignore him, he's just excited to have someone new on the table."
Donna, like Wally, was familiar to you, too. She was the first person most clubs scoured to hire whenever pictures needed to be taken. A semester ago, your D&D club booked her to be the photographer for your annual meeting. By some magic miracle, she managed to make your club look cool.
"Mhm." The guy next to her nods. You'd be living under a rock if you say you didn't know him. Dick Grayson was the campus heartthrob â you've seen him pretty much everywhere, with your favourite appearance of his being the one where his entire face was on a huge banner in front of the accounting faculty. He wasn't even learning accounting.
Roy eventually rolled his eyes, pulling you closer to him by the collar of your shirt. He took the chance to jest, accepting the risk of being punched in the arm. "Guys, chill. Please. This is their first time interacting with human beings."
Of course, you punched him in the arm. "Dick." You huffed, to which Dick Grayson says, "Me?"
Donna snorts. "Anyways, where the hell's Garth?"
"Swim meet. Didn't you read the group?" Wally answered, reaching out to steal another one of her fries.
The rest of the night went well â more than well, really. They had you caught up with their inside jokes, told funny stories they would never stop repeating to new people they meet, and even talked about letting you join their future meetups. Even though you still preferred being alone in your room, the fact that they thought of inviting you was nice.
The sound of a microphone's feedback makes you wince, ruining the comfortable atmosphere of the conversation. You turned around, seeing a girl on a stage with a TV above her head, displaying the lyrics to the song she was about to sing.
Roy had brought you to a karaoke bar.
When you turned to face him, you were met with a pout and pleading puppy eyes. "No," you said, immediately turning him down. "There's no way in hell am I going up there to sing, Harper."
A few moments later, you sat at the table, watching Roy belt out an old eighties love ballad, unable to hit a single note. He caressed the microphone stand, moving with nothing but unadulterated passion. For a second, his eyes found yours, flustering you before you looked away.
You weren't the only one to have noticed that. Beside you, Wally eyed you with a suggestive smirk. The redhead nudged Dick, "Think he's got anyone in mind, Dicky?"
"Oh, definitely." Dick laughed, also looking at you for a moment. The four friends broke into quiet laughter, sending suggestive looks your way, implying something you didn't know.
"Why the heck are you guys looking at me like that?" you asked, looking at them as you fidgeted with the edge of your cup.
Donna chuckled, answering with a sarcastic shrug. "Oh, I dunno, maybe the fact Roy's pretty much in love with you?"
That made your heart drop. Not in a good way. A dam in your head broke, flooding your head with thoughts that weakened your nervous system. Roy Harper. In love with you? You face the man on the stage again, watching him as he practically humps the microphone stand with how passionate he's singing. You suddenly felt physically sick, unable to process that statement even if they meant it as a joke.
Roy Harper, in love with you? The change of perspective felt too sudden. Your body went limp as if you'd been hit by a high-speed bullet train. The way you see everything he's done for you changes â from the Renaissance Faire to the dance in Ollie's kitchen.
To you, it was still ridiculous. It didn't make sense. The mere thought of him loving you more than a friend felt as impossible as the concept of time travel itself. The polaroid girl's face is etched in your mind, being the voiceless figure that reminds you to never fall for Roy Harper, because he doesn't go for geeks like you. You're not his type, and you never will be.
Yet⊠why does it make sense? That would be the answer to his kindness towards you, the reason behind why Roy would've pushed everything aside just to see a smile on your face, even if it was only for a second.
Common sense was pushed aside as the anxieties in your head grew stronger. It protected you as much as it harmed you. It reminded you to be aware of who you were, plaguing your thoughts with deeply rooted insecurity while simultaneously keeping you away from potential heartbreak. Deep in your bones, you felt insurmountable guilt for making Roy seem like he liked you.
Before you could even think, your legs walked you out of the bar.
â PRESENT DAY.
Roy wipes the sweat off his forehead, eyes squinting as he takes the handkerchief off his face, blinded by the bright spotlight shining on him. His gaze returns to the direction of the crowd, blinking the sunspots away for a few moments before seeing you again, still in the same position.
He reached down to grab his water bottle, taking a big gulp to moisturise his throat that dried at the sight of you. He hadn't practised what to say to you â he didn't even think you'd show up.
With a deep breath, Roy walked off the stage, pushing through the dense crowd with polite 'excuse me's. Once he was finally standing in front of you, everything seemed to be quiet. He couldn't hear the sound of the crowd, just his heart beating so hard and fast he was sure he could die of cardiac arrest right then and there.
"Hey," was the first thing he could think of. He stands motionless, his eyes looking at you with the now-familiar softness he's only used for you.
"Hi." You greeted, also not knowing what to say. Was 'Hey, my insecurities are rooted so deeply in my soul that I thought I was a terrible person for making people think we were dating. Sorry.' too straightforward? Probably.
"I'm really glad you came." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I thought you weren't gonna show up."
"It was a last-minute decision." You replied truthfully, suddenly finding the floor to be an interesting sight.
Those words made his heart break a little. Even though you were standing here in front of him, it wasn't your initial choice. "Right," he forced a laugh to detensify the atmosphere, but nothing seemed to help. "Look, just⊠Let's cut to the chase and talk, can we?"
You've been dreading this. Since your arrival here was a spontaneous decision, you came unprepared, unsure of what to say to him. "Yeah. Sure. Outside?"
A tumbleweed rolls by the two of you as you stood outside the bar. Figuratively.
It's so silent you could hear each thump of your heart, thrashing against your ribcage as you waited for him to speak. Roy looks as unsure as you are, judging by his clammy hands and the way he was tapping his feet. After a full sixty-three seconds â yes, you were counting â you broke the silence. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
You should've known better; it was an extremely stupid thing to say to a man who's been suffering over the lack of your presence. Roy's mouth opens at first, but he's immediately at a loss for words. For the first time in your friendship with him, he's letting himself be angry at you. "Are you kidding me?" he sighed, crossing his arms. "Is there anything for us to talk about except for the fact you've ghosted me for an entire week?"
Embarrassment renders you unable to speak.
Roy continues, doing all he can to hold back his anger and think clearly for you. "We do everything together. Everything." He bit his lip, finding his words, "I just want to know what made you stop wanting that."
Your reaction was immediate. You finally face him, using up all your willpower to look into his eyes. "No, Roy⊠I want that. I do, it's justâ"
"Just what? What the hell happened to you that made you stop answering all my texts? If it's me, then just tell meâ"
"It's not you!" You answered, rubbing your face in frustration. "And nothing happened..."
"So tell me. Tell me why I've been ignored this entire week by the only person I care about on this stupid campus." Those words came out before he could even reconsider them, but he didn't care. For you to know just how bad your absence had affected him, you needed to know the truth.
You couldn't answer that. At least, not in a way that wouldn't have hurt him. "I⊠I guess I wanted you to spend less time with someone like me?"
His expression doesn't seem to change. He's still looking at you with narrowed eyes and a gaze so charged with anger it burned on your skin. "Someone like you?"
"Y'know, me. A total geek everyone laughs at? Someone who can't dress even if their life depended on it? Someone who's the literal opposite of cool?"
His look softens. It doesn't turn sympathetic â the anger remained, but there was slightly less than before. "So what, just because you feel insecure, you'd throw away everything we had? You're really gonna let your head win?" He asked, not really expecting you to answer. "I get self-sabotaging, I really do. But are you not even gonna try to fight it? For us? For me? For your own, self-proclaimed loser self?"
You slumped against the nearby wall of the building, closing your eyes. "Guess I wasn't."
He scoffed, leaning next to you. "Y'know, D&D weekends and ren faires don't make you a loser. Quitting does." He stated, uncrossing his arms. "You know I don't care, right? I genuinely don't give a single flying fuck about what people think of me. If I woke up tomorrow to people throwing tomatoes at me just because I hang out with you, I wouldn't care. You mean more to me than that."
As your eyes remained closed during the onslaught of emotions you felt at the moment, you felt the ghost of his hand next to yours. Slowly, his fingers laced with yours, holding your hand firmly â his way of saying he wasn't going to let go. "I'll hold onto you. I'm not gonna let you run away and actually become a loser who quits."
You kick his leg. He smiles.
"There you are." He hummed, pulling you closer by your intertwined hands. "My favourite person to bother."
You couldn't help but let the smile force its way on your face. Roy Harper was the only person who could ever successfully crumble down the walls you've built around yourself. It's been that way since he first met you at the house party that seemed so long ago now.
"You're the coolest person I know, y'know that?"
"Royâ'"
"You are. I love it when you talk about your campaigns or your favorite supervillains. It's cool." he murmured, those words reserved just for you. "And I think your geeky shirts are cool too. They're vintage. They suit you well."
Seeing the way you were reluctantly taking in those words, he considered his mission of convincing you to have some self confidence a success. "C'mon," he smiled, tugging you inside the building. "You need some music in your veins."
Another band had taken over the stage, playing a punky rendition of a twenty-tens love song you've heard on the radio a long time ago. In the warm, low lights of the bar, you let your eyes wander around his face. You find a few things you didn't initially notice, like the small scar on his right cheek or the small mole under his jaw, hidden in the subtle dust of orange stubble.
Rather than halting your thoughts before they had the chance to become less than platonic, you let them happen. You let yourself blush when he turns to smile at you. You let your heartstrings tug when he puts his arm around your shoulder, needing you closer.
That night, you let yourself fall for him, without thinking about yourself or the polaroid left forgotten in his car.
extra scene:
You and Roy were holding separate microphones, waiting for the lyrics to kick in. The smirk remained on his face, even when you gave him a death glare. You would've killed him if your body wasn't incapacitated by terrible stage fright.
"You areee⊠my fiiiireeeâŠ" He started, lips way too close to the microphone. It was unhygienic, but there wasn't much you could do when it came to Roy Harper.
"The one, deeesiiiireeeâŠ" You continued, stiff as a pole, as your eyes darted aroundthe crowd, trying your best to ignore Donna's phone trained on you and Roy.
Roy turns to you, far too excited to be singing Backstreet Boys. It was to a point where he had you genuinely wonder if he was drunk. "Believe, when I sayâŠ"
In tandem, the two of you sang. "I waaant it thaaat way."
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DESK PET . cockwarming your gf barbara (kinda) pairing ! barbara gordon x fem!reader cw ! porn without plot, strap usage, dom!babs, slight degradation, orgasm denial, babs is a total meanie (hot) nicknames used : baby, honey, stupid girl, slut, pet, brat, sweet girl . đ sorry if u can tell this is so self indulgent, sheâs lit my gf đ€·đŸââïž
Itâs 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.
âBarbieâŠâ you whined, the sound of another shlick drop of your pussy lips stretched around the gummy silicone of your girlfriendâs cock punctuating your need. âF-fuuuckâ!â 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 girlfriendâs cock press against that perfect spot inside you, drawing a shaky breath from your lips.
âCome on, you can take it,â 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. âSo good, babyâŠâ 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. âLetting me stretch you out like this.â
âSo big,â 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. âFilling me up so good⊠wanna cumââ
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.
âAlready? Youâre so spoiledââ 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. âCanât even sit still for two seconds. Climbing on my lap like a needy brat when you know Iâm busy. Just needed me, huh? Needed me to fuck you full, baby⊠so needy for me⊠itâs okayâŠâ 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.
âMy stupid girl,â she rasped, hot against your ear. âYou can do itâ fuckâ cum for me like this, honey.â 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. âLove when your pretty girl fucks you like this, baby?â
âBarbieâ yesââ 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. âAhhâ fuck, yesâlike that, just like thatââ you babbled breathlessly.
The sickening crackle sound of comm link coming in made you clench hard. It was Nightwing shouting into Barbaraâs ear â something about a detonator, a pipe bomb or whatever, you werenât even hearing correctly. You were so close, so close, if only your Barbie could keep fucking you just like thisâ
âStay,â 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.
âYeah, Iâm still here. Go ahead.â 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. âBaby, please⊠Iâll be good, I swear. Just fuck me, pleaseââ
âNightwing, Iâve got eyes on the east entrance. Youâve got two hostiles, one that looks trigger happy. But handle it quietly...â
You whined, long and needy.
âYouâre never good,â Barbara grunted into your ear. âYouâre a spoiled brat that came here to distract me and now youâre whining because youâre too full and too wet to handle getting fucked like you asked.â 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.
âYouâre so fucking messyâŠâ she laughed under her breath, right up against your ear. âYou want everybody to know youâre a desk pet? Sitting on my cock, creaming all over my lap, and still whining for more?â
âBarbieâŠâ 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. âI said stay,â she murmured against your ear, voice low enough that the comms wouldnât pick it up. âSit there and wait like a polite slut.â
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. âI canât help it⊠youâre so deep. Please, I need you to moveââ
âNot yet.â Her tone was sweet but firm, the one that always made your stomach flip and she gave your hip a warning squeeze. âSit on it a little longer, baby. Just keep me warm in this pretty pussy,â 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.
âThereâs my sweet girl,â Barbara whispered. âWarming my cock so good while I work⊠say it to me.â
You whimpered, clenching around her again. Your thighs trembled from holding the position for so long, as your pussy fluttered, begging for relief. âIâm⊠your sweet girl. Warming your cock so good, Babs.â
She smiled proudly at you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then turned back to her monitors like you werenât impaled on her cock and dripping everywhere. Still, her voice never wavered on the comms. âCopy that. Keep me updated.â
You sat there trembling, waiting. The click-clack of her keyboard wasnât 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. âI wanna cum, please⊠Iâve been goodââ
âWhat did I say? Did you go dumb already âcause Iâm stuffing you full?â 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. âYouâre so mean, BarbieâŠâ
âKeep calling me that and I might just let you have it,â she warned, âbut only after I finish this. So be patient.â Her free hand stroked your back gently while the other kept typing.
âNow quit squirming. The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can bend you over this desk and fuck you like you need it.â
Pairing: Wally West x gn!reader
Summary: You were both bad for each other. It was time to put an end to this chapter of your lives.
CW: implied sex, mdni, crappy relationships (or situationships?)
WC: 0.6K
Leche's Note: Hey...hi it's me again I'm back. I have more fics planned I swear, but I promise I'll be more consistent :p
âAre you leaving?â
The words tumble out of his lips before he can stop himself from asking, eyes watery from your argument. Which one, he wants to ask. Youâd both been arguing the past few weeks, and tonight itâd finally reached its boiling point. Both of you knew that, at least. ThatâŠwhatever this was, it wouldnât work.
You nod slowly, turning back to face him on his porch, the rain hitting hard enough to startle you a little bit. How ironicâusually when it rained, it meant youâd end up in his arms again. Crossing your arms over your chest, you look him up and down. God, he was a mess.
His fiery red hair looked almost as ashen as his face, features crumpled into a frown so pathetic you almost consider going right back to him. You couldnât, you knew that too. That going right back to his bed meant youâd repeat this cycle all over again, and you couldn't go through that again. No matter how many times he swears this time would be different.
âI have to, Wally. Weâre notâŠweâre not good for each other.â You tell him quietly, your voice breaking him out of his spiralling thoughts. You still looked good. Good in a messed up, tired way, which hurt his heart even more. All he wanted was to pull you back into his orbit, to keep you with him. But as Mercury circles the Sun, he knows youâd eventually burn in his heat, and youâd both end up here all over again.
âPlease. We have to try, donât we? I know Iâve been fucking shitty butââ He chokes, voice wavering as he finally buries his face in his hands, trying to contain all his emotions again. You were leaving. You were leaving, after spending all of last night in his bed, claiming you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. How could you? How could you be selfish enough to pull away when things stopped working, but come right back to him when it settles down again?
You move, but hesitate, hands about to reach for his face, to soothe his worries. Steeling yourself, you pull back again, hands balling into fists to stop yourself from grabbing him, from falling right back into your normal rhythm. Normal. How could this possibly be normal? Normalcy usually doesnât entail arguments and burnout.Â
Shaking your head again, you scoff, stepping back, closer to the pouring rain than him. The weather is humid, but the chill hits you faster than youâd like. You look at him one more time, memorizing his features. His green eyes, his shaggy hair, the freckles that threatened to take over his entire face.
âI have to leave. WeâŠthis is for the best, West.â You murmur, trying not to tear up, brows scrunched together in your effort to stick to your decision. Part of you wanted to say his name one more time, to memorialize it on your tongue. But it felt bitter in your mouth, and you knew like a fly to honey, youâd end up back in his arms again, so you couldnât do this. You also knew, in the long run, this would be for the best. So, you finally get off his porch, walking into the cold of the night, even with the rain pouring hard.
He watches, one last time, from his porch. And for the first time since youâd both begun circling each other, he knows youâll never climb up his front steps, never enter his house, or his bed again. He just has to hope itâll be alright in the end.
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what a match, i'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet !!
half doomed â popular!roy harper. certified ladies man, captain of the archery team, drummer, engineering major
semi-sweet â nerd!reader. never been kissed, dungeon master, never ending tbr, top of the class
1. chapter one: natural 20
roy harper â who has been crushing on you since forever â is finally brave enough to woo you. the problem? you have crippling anxiety and can't seem to understand why he wants to hang out with you so bad.
2. chapter two: don't delete the kisses
youâre feeling down. itâs royâs duty to cheer you up â and really, what better way than a trip to the comic book store?
3. chapter three: red ultra-hot chilli peppers
you promised you'd spend more time with him â so today, you're accompanying him at his soundcheck and meeting his family.
4. chapter four: better off as lovers!
a moment of realization makes you distance yourself from roy, though your heart can't get rid of him that easily.
dividers by @/pixopix & @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more