He knows his cock is big, knows it’s thick and long and it bulges at your tummy whenever he manages to bottom out in your snug cunt. Knows you take deep breaths when your taking him. And the brute Loves it that way, loves fucking you rough and bending you every which way, turning you stupid just from him hitting your sticky spot inside you over and over till your soaking his abdomen.
But God, does he love when you climb on top of him, your perfect ass facing him, pussy contained by that lacey cheetah print thong he likes and you taking his cock in your hands, rolling your hands and getting it all stiff and big— then taking it down your tight throat.
“Fuck me, Kitten thaaaat’s it.”
Can’t help the groans falling from his lips as you take him inch by inch, till you can’t anymore. He can feel your breath against his jeans, your warm mouth sucking as much as you can, your bead bopping uo and down slowly. Simon pulls your panties to the side, slick dripping out of your pussy lips. He grunts, “Jesus look at this shit, she’s soaked like this from only sucking my cock?”
You moan around his length when he gives your pussy a harsh smack, pulling your legs around his head as he leans back on the couch, your entrance closer to his mouth. “Fuckin hell, I missed my girls.” Simon gives your pussy a fat kiss, drinking and lapping up every bit that your soaking mess is leaking out. You can’t help the mewl, letting Simons cock go with a loud ‘pop’
“Shit Si, mmmph!”
His thick fingers dip into your hole, thrusting them in and out, his wet fingers slipping out and flicking your cunt
Simon hisses when he feels your tongue lick a stripe up his shaft, licking around his aching tip, yout plump lips covered in his pre. The older man hands petting your head, kissing between your thighs. “Come on dolly, let me use your mouth.”
And you can’t help but clench around his fingers, letting him push your head down further till yout can’t breath, air barley reaching yout brain. It’s so much, the feel of Simon deep in your throat, gurgling around his dick so much that spit and cum fall down your chin.
He growls, throwing his head back in pleasure as he guides your head up and down his shaft. Hollowing your mouth so perfectly tight around him. “Fuck- So fuckin needy for it swee’art, love how good you take it.”
Your moans get louder, gripping his thighs as your walls clench around three of Simon’s fingers that thrust so deep inside you. He cums deep in your throat without warning, having you choking on his dick as your legs shake in his arms.
Simon smirks, brushing your hair back as you pant. His thumb brushes against your lips, smearing his cum over them and then putting his thumb in your mouth for you to suck it off his thumb.
“My pretty fuckin girl.”
a/n: this is sloppy and I had a terrible day but I think Simon patting my head while fucking my throat would be so nice🥺🥺
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( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ) benjamin poindexter x black cat!reader. scratching , reader has claws , mention of blood , unprotected sex :p that’s kinda it, other than sex obviously. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
Dex is everywhere—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your throat, his cock buried so deep inside you that you can feel him pulsing with every ragged inhale. His hips roll into you with a rhythm that’s almost cruel, each thrust forcing a gasp from your lips, your back arching off the bed like you’re trying to escape—or maybe just take more.
“That feel good?” His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hand slides from your waist to your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip. The angle changes, and fuck—his cock sinks even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your claws itch to come out and play.
“Yeah,” you breathe, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard enough to make his scalp prickle, before they slide down to his back—broad, muscular, begging for it. His skin is slick with sweat, the perfect surface for your claws to dig in.
And then his free hand finds your clit.
His thumb is rough, calloused, and he doesn’t tease—he attacks. Circles, pressure, the perfect amount of friction to send sparks shooting through your nerves. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as pleasure coils tight in your gut. You’re so close, and the way he’s fucking you—hard, relentless, like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out—only makes it worse.
His thumb flicks, just right, and the dam breaks.
Your claws snap out, sharp and eager, and you rake them down his back without warning. The burn is immediate, searing lines of fire blooming across his skin. Dex hisses, his body jerking forward, his cock twitching inside you as the pain shoots straight to his dick. “Fuck—Jesus fuck—” His voice is a groan, half-pleasure, half-pain, and you can feel the way his cock hardens even more, like the burn is the best fucking aphrodisiac he’s ever had.
His hips stutter, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. “Again,” he demands, his voice rough. “Do it again.” And you do, because you love the way his body reacts—the way his muscles tense under your nails, the way his breath hitches, the way his cock throbs inside you like it’s begging for more.
You drag your sharp nails down his back again, deeper this time, and Dex groans, his hips snapping forward as he bottoms out inside you. His tip nudges that spot, the one that makes your vision whiten and your body clench around him like a vice. You come hard, your claws digging in as your orgasm rips through you, your walls milking his cock as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
Dex isn’t far behind. His breath is ragged, his body trembling as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling inside you with a groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his throat. He collapses on top of you, his skin slick with sweat and a bit of blood, his cock still twitching as the aftershocks hit.
“Fuck,” he pants against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You ruin me.”
Hiya Angel!! I’m not feeling too well at the moment, so was wondering if you could do James potter x reader where he looks after her / maybe makes her soup that his mum used to make him when he would get sick as a kid and it’s very domestic and wholesome xx
Hi lovely, I hope you're feeling better by now!! Thanks for requesting <3
cw: brief reference to nsfw activities
James Potter x black cat!reader ♡ 828 words
“James,” you say darkly, relenting to several minutes of knocking by opening your front door a crack, “go away.”
Your boyfriend’s grin is chipper as ever. “Hello to you, too.” James shoulders the door open with little effort, taking your face in a big hand.
You dodge his puckered lips and meet his wounded look with a glare. “Are you trying to catch cold?”
He blinks. “Right. Sorry, habit.” He settles for a kiss to your temple. This time you’re not quick enough to evade him. “How are you, lovely girl?”
“Fine. Go away.”
“Maybe later,” he offers. James cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek while he looks you over with warm, undeservedly affectionate brown eyes. “What have you had for medicine? I brought some things—oh, bless you.” He very obviously fights a smile as you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve. “I brought some tissues as well.”
You glower at him.
“Do you want to sit down? You look tired.”
“Rude,” you mutter, though you’re sure he’s right. You’re running almost entirely on phlegm and will at this point, and coming to truly understand the meaning of weary bones.
“Not rude,” James argues, using a hand on your back to guide you into your own kitchen. “I didn’t say you don’t still look beautiful. Who decided it was a bad thing to look tired, anyway? You’re the prettiest sleepy girl I’ve ever seen.”
He picks you up under your thighs to set you on the counter. Ordinarily, you pretend not to enjoy his manhandling, but you’re too exhausted to now. You think you might be staring.
James is thankfully too busy to catch you, unloading cans and jars from his tote bag. “Are you cold? I know I’m being selfish having you in here with me rather than in your bed. We can get you a blanket or something if that would make you more comfy.”
“James” —your breath hitches, but you manage to stave the sneeze off with a harsh rub of your nose— “you’re going to get sick if you d—don’t—”
The sneeze wins. James winces, and you watch through watery eyes as he digs a box of tissues out of his bag.
“Ouch,” he says, holding it out to you. “That sounded like it hurt.”
It did. You take a tissue, blowing your nose into it.
You try again once your voice is clearer. “You should go.”
James doesn’t look even a little bit offended. Your boyfriend is a sweetheart to his core, a gentle giant. You’ll ask James to rough you up, and he’ll spank you twice and then make heart-shaped pancakes the next morning so you know he didn’t mean it. Now, he only steps closer and kisses your nose.
“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Leave you here to die of common cold? This soup is a family recipe, I can’t very well just drop the ingredients in your lap and expect you to capture the magic on your own.” He lays a kiss under your eye. “I won’t get sick, lovely.”
“You definitely will, if you keep kissing me.”
“Some things are worth the risk.”
“You’re an idiot.”
James grins. “You’re so charmed right now. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Your reply is a dull stare.
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure about that?” He sets his knuckles to your cheeks. “You’re warm.”
“I have a fever, idiot.”
“Oh.” His voice turns to a coo so genuinely doting the tingle in your cheeks becomes undeniable. “You do, don’t you?” He moves his hand upward, laying the backs of his fingers over your forehead. “How long has that been around?”
It’s difficult to avoid feeling sorry for yourself when James looks so sweetly concerned. “Since this morning,” you admit.
“Poor angel,” he says, completely heartfelt, not an ounce of teasing to be found. No sooner does he move his hand than his lips take its place. “We’ll get you straightened out, don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead. “My mum’s soup cures all ails.”
Your heart is a traitorous, gelatinous thing. “You’re really making soup?”
“Mhm.” James’ lips leave your forehead with a soft parting sound. He takes a pot from your cabinet.
“From scratch?”
“If you’d prefer the packet mix, I can do that instead,” he sends you a look over his shoulder as he flicks on the stove, “but I will judge you.”
You press your lips together, but the corners wrestle their way upwards anyway.
“Woah, careful.” James doubles back, taking hold of your chin to kiss one corner. “I’ll start to think the fever’s gotten to you and whisk you to A&E if you keep that up.” He’s grinning hugely. “You can say thank you anytime, you know.”
“Thank you,” you say sincerely, though not without a bit of resentment at being told what to do.
He kisses you again and pretends not to see your exasperated look. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Summary: After being too reckless on a run, you and Daryl get into an argument. He knows he's in the wrong and fights for your forgiveness.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut with a light sprinkle of plot, make-up sex, unprotected p in v sex, minimal angst, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, soft dom!daryl, black cat!reader begging, use of the term 'good girl', season 6, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1.7k words
A/N: Shoutout to my lovely mutual @aphroangelis for helping me out with this one. Also, this is another debut of a reader archtype. She'll have her own post eventually. Anyway, enjoy Daryl Dixon groveling!!
This is for kinktober day 26 - Make-up sex.
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“What the hell was that back there? Are you tryin' to get yourself killed?”
Daryl's voice was raised, and his body was practically vibrating with anger. You were too blinded by your own frustration to see what this really was - fear. On the run, you had directly disobeyed one of Rick's orders, and you'd gotten injured in the process. It was a minor cut on your forehead, but your boyfriend was acting like it was the end of the world.
“Daryl, it wasn't that serious. Everythin' is fine.”
“Everythin' is fine? You nearly knocked yourself out, back there. What would've happened if I wasn't there?”
“I would've been fine.”
“Bullshit. Are you that fuckin' stupid?”
His words were harsh, and it felt like you'd been stabbed in the gut. Daryl had never spoken to you like this before. He'd never treated you like you were stupid. You were so hurt that you couldn't even respond. With your mouth slightly agape, you stood there before speaking up again.
“What did you just say?”
“I- fuck, sweetheart. That was uncalled for, I'm sorry. Just give me a bit to calm down.”
Ashamed of his actions and afraid to see the pained look in your eyes, Daryl left without waiting for your response. He turned and stormed off in the other direction. His fists were clenched to the point that his knuckles were white. There weren't words to describe how disappointed he was in himself. Why had he let his fear cause him to act like a complete jackass?
You watched him walk away and blinked back angry tears. Daryl usually avoided talking about his feelings, so this kind of response wasn't unexpected. That didn't change the hurt that had settled in your chest. The only thing you could do now was to let yourself feel and give him space.
A few hours had passed when Daryl returned to the Alexandrian home to find you laying in your shared bed. Obviously, things were still tense and both of you stubbornly held onto your irritation. He couldn't stay away, though. You may have been completely reckless on the run, but you were still his girl.
Instead of breaking the silence, he sat down and started unlacing his boots. He set the dirty shoes on the floor and stripped down to his boxers. Daryl finally forced himself to meet your gaze, and his heart ached when he saw the slight puffiness of your eyes. Fuck, he'd made you cry earlier.
Unable to avoid the situation, Daryl's body sagged with fatigue, and he laid beside you. He suppressed the urge to reach out and rested his ever-so-slightly shaking hands on his own stomach. The idea of you being angry with him or being hurt by his harsh words made him nauseous. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gruffly.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart. You ain't deserve to be treated that way. Ain't sure what got into me.”
You took a shaky breath and shifted in the sheets. Even though you were pissed, you could hear the genuine remorse in Daryl's voice. You'd had enough time to process the argument to understand that he was just worried about you. Unfortunately, communicating his emotions was never your partner's strong suit. You hummed in agreement before responding.
“You're right. It was unwarranted, but I know that you were just scared.”
“Scared? I ain't scared.”
Hearing your huff of disbelief, Daryl groaned and relented. You'd hit the nail on the head, but it was killing him to admit that. He'd been raised to believe that fear was a sign of weakness.
“Fine. I was a little worried 'bout you. You're my girl, sweetheart.”
“I know, my love. I'm sorry that I didn't listen and went against Rick's orders. Guess I got a bit cocky.”
Your own admission was like pulling teeth, but you owed him your honesty. If Daryl could voice his feelings (to an extent), you could, too. He smiled a little at your reluctant tone and nodded.
“You were definitely cocky, sweet girl. I get it, though. I still shouldn't have reacted the way that I did.”
“I know, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. You were really upset.”
“I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, though. That's on me. Can I make it up to you?”
As Daryl spoke, he moved closer to you and gently stroked your side. His hands were much steadier than earlier. He saw your slight nod and started kissing down the side of your neck. He was determined to make things right.
Your body relaxed under his touch and you sighed softly. Moments like this with Daryl always felt like coming home. His facial hair brushed against your skin that familiar way and a small moan caught in your throat. It was impossible to stay angry with your partner when he was being so tender.
He could tell that you were wanting more, but he wanted to take his time. Daryl's hands wandered the expanse of your body, and one of his large palms groped at your right breast through your shirt. The clothing suddenly felt stifling and he pulled back.
“Can I take your clothes off, sweetheart? I wanna feel your skin on mine. Please.”
Daryl's voice was strained, and you could feel his hand length inside of his boxers. He felt as if he was going to die if he wasn't inside of you. He took a shaky breath and awaited your response.
“Please take them off, baby.”
Upon being given permission, Daryl peeled your shirt off straightaway and stripped your underwear. You'd stopped wearing bras since the outbreak, so that wasn't a concern. He wasted no time before taking your right breast in his mouth. Your body shuddered at the feeling, and you muttered a curse beneath your breath.
“Holy shit. Keep doin' that, baby.”
Daryl hummed in response and kept mouthing at your chest. His tongue swirled your nipple and your back arched off of the bed a bit. He hooked his arm around your waist and held you in place. Pulling away from your chest, he began kissing up your neck and toward your jaw. You needed more.
“Daryl, I- I need more.”
“I've got you, baby. Just let me take care of you. Where do you want me?”
“Inside me. I need your dick inside of me.”
“Okay, just relax for me.”
He reached down and stroked the entrance of your cunt. Daryl was teasing you and trying to you prepped before moving further. He felt how wet you were and smirked a little. Smug motherfucker.
“Is this all for me?”
“No, it's for my other lover. Fuck off.”
You smiled the entire time you teased him, and it made Daryl roll his eyes. He knew he could be cocky sometimes, but you never failed to counter him. Shaking his head a little, he kissed you harder and slipped a thick finger into your pussy. You moaned against his mouth.
He slid his finger in and out of you before abruptly pulling it out. You felt the emptiness instantly, and whined. God, he was torturing you. You weren't above begging, though.
“Daryl, please. Don't stop.”
“Relax, sweet girl. I can't fit both my fingers and my dick in you. Had to make some space.”
Daryl gently nudged your knees apart and settled between your legs. He freed his hard cock from his jeans and let it rest against your stomach. The heavy weight was comfortable, and it only served to make the ache inside of you grow. You needed him.
“Please. I-I need it, baby.”
“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”
He leaned forward and slid one hand beneath your head while using the other to guide his length inside of you. Daryl didn't dare to look away from you as he finally bottomed out. The slight pinch of your brows melted away, and your expression became one of pleasure. He could never get enough of watching you like this.
You let your body stretch and adjust as he settled inside of you. A low grunt escaped Daryl as he made sure you were properly filled. He kissed the side of your neck again and left a small dark mark. You were desperate for him to move, and you whimpered. He responded by laughing softly against your skin.
“You want me to move, huh? I've got you, sweetheart.”
Since the whole point of this endeavor was to apologize for his previous behavior, Daryl wasn't about to play games with you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before thrusting in and out of you. Falling into an easy rhythm, he let out a low moan and a string of praises.
“Fuck. You're so tight, baby. It's like you were made for me.”
You were overcome with pleasure to answer him, so you just whined instead. Daryl got the message. He used the hand by your head to softly caress your hair.
“You ain't gotta talk, darlin'. You're takin' me so well.”
Daryl continued moving and never took his eyes off your face. Damn, you were beautiful. There were some mornings where your partner would pinch himself to make sure this wasn't just some elaborate dream. It was an honor to be with you like this, and he knew it.
“Can't believe I'm so lucky. I mean, look at you.”
He tipped your chin downwards and angled your face, so that you could see where you two were conjoined. You watched the way his thick shaft was rocking into you. The two of you were moaning in tandem, and you could tell that you were close.
“You close, sweetheart? I can feel you squeezin' 'round me. Let go, pretty girl.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the orgasm hit you hard, and you quickly fell into oblivion. Daryl continued thrusting into you until he reached his own peak. He cried out your name when he finished and let his body collapse onto yours.
Your chest moved rapidly while you fought for breath, and your face was flushed. You looked absolutely wrecked, and it flooded Daryl with pride. He laughed breathlessly and moved a damp piece of hair from your face.
“How's that for an apology?”
“Fuck off, Dixon.”
Despite your words, you had a dazed smile on your face and your eyes were hazy. Daryl had won you over and he knew it. Thankfully for you, he was too tired to torment you further.
note: just because you’re in place of Black Cat doesn’t mean this is fem!reader! this is very gender neutral besides the mention of lipstick briefly…even then that’s not lady exclusive :)
content/warnings: this is seemingly set during s1 like my other yj fics but I imagine everyone being way older 😔🙏🏽 it’s weird but just roll with it pretty please. also…a bit suggestive??
word count: 3.6k
a/n: I wouldn’t have done this but this anon gave me the idea and I HAD to expand on it unfortunately
THE TEAM (platonic)
Lots and lots of flirting from reader, OBVIOUSLY. do y’all even KNOW Black Cat????? it would be relentless. and no matter how annoying and probably overwhelming it got, you wouldn’t back down
with even the toughest/hardest to crack team members
it’s not even like you’re attempting to lure them in…or get romantically involved (unless…), it’s just how you are. who can blame you! flirting is fun
you started off as just another “villain of the day.” Someone they could take on easily. They thought of you as a pity mission. An bad guy as small as a simple thief? What fun was that?! They’ve taken down Gods, magicians, robots…and Red Tornado assigned them a thief??? It was a joke.
until it wasn’t. until Batman saw potential in you (because of course he did. Robin was not happy about this.)
You earned the nickname Cat, which was a nickname in itself for Kitty Cat (Wally's idea, not yours, you gave him hell for it)
your first mission with them was definitely something. messy, to say the least
it was weird, the whole mind link thing. you made jokez and flirted through the link as a way of coping because…well you felt out of place
everyone was so close with each other, not to mention they didn’t come from a background of “bad guy shenanigans”
you felt like an outcast for the longest time, until everyone was revealing vulnerable secrets with each other before a mission. you finally spoke your insecurities with your place on the team
you and Artemis had the same worries (more or less) and bonded over that
you finally were able to let loose and just…be yourself around them
you became soft
the flirting and teasing was still there, however it was saved for missions
you preferred to keep Black Cat’s reputation
individual relationships
ROBIN (romantic)
He was very much against the idea of you being on the team. Sure you weren’t a crazy villain that hurt people (maybe not physically…but you were definitely a heartbreaker, Robin concludes)
You were still a thief at the end of the day. A bad person. And he didn’t like that.
It was Batman’s idea—and usually Batman had great ideas. This was a very bad one. He hated every bit of it.
…until he got to know you better
Taking you down was easy. “Easiest job I’ve ever had,” Robin boasts.
You pout, “that’s not very nice.”
Ha. He knocked you down a peg. Good. You needed a little humbling-
“-How come you’re lying to me, Robin? I thought we had something.”
Uh oh. He absolutely hated when you used that sickeningly sweet voice on him.
Of course you didn’t believe his lie. Of course you could tell how difficult that mission really was.
It’s not apart of his proudest moments. He hesitated to stop you on the mission, completely caught off guard by your flirtatious behavior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?!
In a moment of weakness, he let you go. Awestruck by the kiss you left imprinted on his cheek. Something he got teased relentlessly for.
The rest of the team finished the job for him after that.
In the back of his mind he knows the only reason he didn’t like the idea of you being on the team was because he…knew it wouldn’t end well for him. He was sure to be on your long list of broken hearts (a list that was never confirmed to even exist)
It made sense in his mind…he was Robin. A bird. And you were a cat. A right recipe for disaster. You’d trap him in your greedy little claws and eat him alive.
Over time that perspective changed.
Robin hates to admit it, but he’s softer now. Softer around you. For you.
“I know who you are,” he says with that arrogant smirk.
“So why can’t I know who you are?”
“Only…really important and trustworthy people know. The only person who knows besides Batman is Wally. He’s my best friend.”
“Why doesn’t that include me?” you’re practically purring, rubbing a finger down his face, “am I not important enough to you?” You pout for show
He looks dejected, like he was having an internal battle with himself. And you could tell which part of him was losing.
Your fingers inch slowly towards his mask, ready to lift-
“Robin.” And the stupid, stupid monotone voice that belonged to Batman interrupted you.
You’ll get him back for that.
Robin was now being scolded, but he was having none of it.
“It was a moment of weakness.”
“It will not happen again. No more moments of weakness. You’re growing, your body is going through a lot of different things. Keep it in your pants-”
“Whoa old man! Whoa! That’s going too far. And what about Selina?! You’ve had many moments of weakness because of her. You can’t scold me for this one time.”
“It’s because of my experience with Catwoman that I know better. I’m trying to stop you from…getting hurt.”
Robin calls bullshit on that. What could you possibly do to hurt him? (Thoughts that completely contradict his first impressions of you)
The next time he sees you he’ll spill everything. He’ll let you know that he does trust you and that you do matter. That you’re important to him.
Just to spite Bruce. And maybe because he really likes you and wants you to know it.
It was his idea to bring you onto the team anyways…he’s just giving Bruce exactly what he wanted. A warm welcome to a new teammate.
WALLY (romantic)
Wally was so happy someone FINALLY reciprocated his advances. And especially with a catch like you? Black Cat?! He was over the moon.
At first.
It quickly came to be too much. He's been waiting, praying for someone to match his energy, but now that he's got it? He's not exactly sure how to handle it. He's gotten so used to being blown off, teased, and scolded for his flirting that it was weird when you flirted back.
He was of course the first to tease you when you officially joined the team. He gave your your nickname, Kitty Cat. You despised the name and him for the longest time.
Wally was annoying. Taunting you at all times. Calling to you as if you were an actual cat.
He'd click his tongue, "here kitty kitty."
And for that, your flirting was meaner towards him (compared to how you treated everyone else). Which is the exact reason why he couldn't handle the teasing from you. It wasn't the normal way Robin would, "oh yeah, Wally can't phase the way Flash does. Otherwise he gets a nosebleed. Right, loser?" Or the way Artemis would, "ugh, you flirt like a divorced 40 year old who's desperate for a rebound. Loser."
No, your teasing was quite different. You laughed cruelly, throwing your head back for show, "Come get it before it's gone, loser."
So. He was still a loser to you, but it seemed you actually liked that about him. Maybe.
Wally didn't like it as much as he thought he would. It ruined his cool guy facade (one that didn't exist, Robin would say). It was humbling, the way he suddenly tumbled over his words, face flushed red and all.
More than humbling. It was embarrassing.
You bring him down to the mat with a loud THUD. Much like the time Black Canary beat him during their first time training. Except you used your weight, tumbling on him (and straddling him in the process. Great).
Embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing.
The only person that was able to truly catch him was his best friend, Robin. And that's with years of experience with the speedster. You'd know him all of a few months and you're able to do it?!
"It won't happen again,” referring to his teasing of your name, naming you Kitty Cat and clicking his tongue at you.
“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Much different from this one.” And you casually walk away.
Wally desperately wanted to get up, to humble you back. But he couldn't. He felt physically incapable of doing so.
You had really done it. You slowed down the (second) fastest man alive.
Wow.
"Wow. That was extremely painful to watch," of course Robin had something to say about it.
"Shut up man."
KALDUR (romantic)
It was "unprofessional," he said.
Unprofessional your ass. It was perfectly professional. A lot of people on the teams had partners within those same teams. Black Canary and Green Arrow, Superman and Wonder Woman (exes—but that still counts for something), Conner and M’gann acted like a couple and no one said anything! So what was the problem?
Well apparently there wasn’t a problem…seeing as this “relationship” was more welcomed—as in, Kaldur didn’t tell the Black Cat off when they made advances towards him. Besides when he called their behavior “unprofessional.” That was once. He didn’t say a word of it after that.
In fact, he allowed—dare anyone say encouraged it.
On missions you were attached to his hip. Even if he assigned you to be by Artemis’ side or assist Robin, you wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t say anything about it, instead informing the team to continue on with the plan.
His professional act as the team leader never faltered, not even you could break it down. He merely tolerated your flirting (his words, though you knew better. He loved it).
The team was each in their individual positions scoping out the area, ready to attack at a moments notice. Kaldur was squatted down and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to pounce on him (as you usually did). You wrapped your arms around his neck, now on his back.
“Does the team leader have time for some sweet talk?”
“I, we have a job to do, Cat. Focus.”
You hum, “What are we doing here again?”
He starts relaying the plan to you, you taking note of the way he doesn’t scold you (he repeated the plan to the team multiple times on the way over, he surely would’ve berated one of the other guys for not listening). You never had any intentions of listening, only wanting a chance to annoy him.
“Blah blah blah, is this your version of sweet talk?” You squish his face between your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek.
He only sighs, “Later. After the mission is complete.”
For once, your find yourself surprised. He’s promising to reciprocate your advances?
This should be fun.
CONNER (romantic)
M'gann was more subtle with her flirting (not really, especially with the way she blushes), more timid and on the nose about her feelings. You? You got straight to the point. Kind of like how open Artemis was when she first joined the team. She had no shame letting the team know telepathically how attractive she thought Superboy was. Seriously, what was it with new recruits and taking an immediate liking to Conner? Why not the other three boys? What did he have that they didn't!
Although Artemis gave up on that crush at first sight almost immediately
You? Not so much. it was very noticeable that the Black Cat was adamant on cracking the boy of steel. it seemed like an impossible mission, but with a little determination and a couple sultry words? it was pretty damn easy
This is very much an enemies to lovers type relationship (kinda):
At the beginning, when you first met, he was open to new relationships. Getting to know people he could count on within the team, though that openness completely died down. Your flirting was nonstop. Even on missions! How was he supposed to concentrate on the task at hand when you found time to graze his arm or speak soft words to him?
You annoyed him, sosososo much it wasn't even funny. Even more than M'gann did. Both of you were insistent, that's for sure. But one was more bold than the other. He tried telling himself it was because he didn't like you: at least with M'gann he wanted a relationship to come from it (not necessarily romantic)
But with you...he hated you. No. He hated the way he reacted to your advances...he hated admitting to himself that your words affected him. That he felt something not so platonic for you. Damn you and your stupid flirting. It was surely going to be the death of him. And that's saying something: the clone of the man of steel actually breaking down? unheard of.
But you managed to do it. Unfortunately.
Conner finds himself thinking about you, more than he'd like. Another reason to dislike you. You take up his mind. Every waking moment and every dream. It's infuriating.
And now he was starting to worry about you during missions. He saw you get knocked down, away from the rest of the team. The fall looked nasty, and with the way you seem to lie there with no intention of getting back up, he's sure you've been knocked out
Conner tries to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight, kind of like the way it does when concerning you in different context
It gives him the courage to voice his worries, he calls out to you, and as expected: he gets no response
The enemy leans down to your level, ready to do more damage. Conner is quickly snapped out of his daze and starts running over to you
Until he abruptly stops. Because you open your eyes to wink at him, jump up, and take the enemy down with ease.
It's right then that he takes back every thought of admitting he doesn't hate you. Because the stupid smirk you're sending his way reminds him of every reason why he dislikes you.
Everyone is home or in their respective rooms already, leaving you and him. You're behind him, massaging his shoulders gently (your touch wouldn't have persisted if he showed any signs of discomfort, he leaned into it in fact, allowing you to continue)
You bring your head down, cheek to his,
"Oh come on. You can lie to everyone and yourself. But you can't lie to me. I know you were worried back there. Just admit it, Loverboy."
He can only roll his eyes. And blushed. You were never going to live this down.
"I wasn't. Now leave me alone." If only his actions were as convincing as his stern words. Words that would've scared off the likes of M'gann had she been in your position. But you knew better, knew that his shaking hands and quickly warming face meant that his words had no meaning.
Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his chest, right over his heart. Yeah, his words were meaningless with the way his heart was beating for you.
Conner was finally warming up to you and you had him right where you wanted him.
And so you let go. "Whatever you say, Loverboy," and with a kiss to his pink cheek, you leave him alone to ponder his complicated feelings.
Feelings that were in fact not complicated at all. Because Conner was finally, finally ready to admit to himself and to you that he wanted you. So badly.
If only you hadn't pulled away so quickly, he couldn't reciprocated the kiss or two...it would've been an easier, showing you how he feels instead of saying it out loud.
He'll kiss you next time.
M’GANN (romantic)
The Martian can't hide her liking towards you for the life of her. She could’ve even if she tried.
It was near painful, you pitied her. You almost felt bad and stopped teasing her. Almost.
It was fun though, how could you stop?
M’gann would actively seek out your approval and attention when you joined the team. It was only natural, she did it with the rest of the members, so you were no exception.
Besides, the only teammate she was kind of close with was Artemis. Was it sooo wrong of her to want to get close to you?!
Nope! Though she does wish you weren’t so…forward sometimes. Not that it’s unwelcomed, she’s just unsure of how to act because of it. Is she supposed to reciprocate? M’gann has never seen nor experienced such a dynamic on Mars, much less on Earth. So she awkwardly blushes and smiles.
Eventually she gets used to it. And gets very much into it. She won’t vocalize her feelings, instead she’ll mind link and talk that way. Often times it’s easier to communicate through touch. Which says a lot, M’gann would rather use touch?? Not the mind link?? Which was the main source of communication on Mars? Whoa.
It was mainly because…she didn’t want to reveal all her feelings to you. She’s usually able to control what goes through the mind link, having done it since childhood, but you’ve made her mind a complete mess. She all but short circuits when you’re around.
Can anyone blame her?
"You know what I'm thinking?"
"No."
"Well you can read me, can't you Martian girl?"
She giggles at herself, how could she forget? "Hello Megan!"
Her smile turns timid once she reads your mind.
"Oh."
ARTEMIS (romantic)
It was honestly unfair how fast the blonde caught your attention. Her voice. Her stupid raspy voice.
Unfortunately for you, Artemis wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with you at first. Well, she wasn’t really with any of her teammates. But with time she’s learned to get along with everyone.
“I just wanna get to know you, Blondie. What’s wrong with that?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster up, one that usually made everyone fall.
Yet she rolls her eyes.
So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.
It was right after a mission, everyone was surrounding Red Tornado, relaying the events to your mentor.
“You know we could’ve took that guy down way faster had you not been on Robin the whole time.”
“Jealous Blondie?
“Stop calling me Blondie!”
You had sleepovers, movie nights, and other hang out outside of missions. With or without the rest of the team. They were fun, the first time you were alone with her is what really got her to warm up to you.
“Ugh! Of course literally everyone else canceled but Cat.” She really seemed to hate you.
You were outside her window, watching as Artemis complained to no one but herself. She once offhandedly commented on how her place was off limits for hangouts (refusing to explain why, which was okay with the team).
You were definitely crossing a boundary doing this, but she seemed upset in the group chat. You couldn’t just leave her by herself.
And then…the Sportsmaster walks in her room. One of the team’s enigmas. A thorn in their side. What the hell?
He does nothing but berate her for not “joining them.” Joining who? Then proceeds to say he’d be happier if she ever thinks to change her mind
“I’m never going to be apart of your messed up team, dad.”
Oh.
And then he’s just…gone.
You’re stunned, and only then does she finally notice you. She ushers you into her room, now berating you for your actions and spying and breaking her boundaries and…
“Your secret is safe with me, babe.” It was meant to be a term of endearment to reassure her,
Friends called each other babe, right?
“Babe?”
“You’d rather be called Blondie?”
She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” And as annoyed as she wanted to seem, she smiled and hugged you gratefully.
It was the only time you allowed yourself to be any kind of vulnerable around her. Or any of the team for that matter.
Once she got over her high horse, it was a very reluctant friendship turned…something more? That’s to be determined. But with the way she now flirts back? You’d say that was a good sign.
“Hey Blondie.”
“You calling me Blondie is the equivalent of Wally calling you Kitty Cat. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson this time around.”
“I like the way you think, babe.” (You say not so platonically this time)
ROY (romantic)
You were on him as soon as he rejoined the team. How could you not be? He was even grumpier than Conner was when he joined, making him extra fun to mess with.
You had no chill when flirting with him, he decided immediately that was annoyed with you. And did not want to be friends.
Because his actual friends brought him joy, they made him laugh and they listened to him when he had bad days. You? You made a bad first impression, therefore he refused give you the chance to do any of those things.
Often telling you to buzz off and if you didn’t he’d “choke you with a hair ball.” Kinky, you replied.
He hated it.
Until you found out about his girl, his other Cat. Cheshire. That’s when things changed. You were less…on him.
"Me and her were never a thing!"
"Getting defensive there. Afraid I'll get jealous?"
"I could care less about your feelings."
“Oh really? Is that right?”
His eye twitched. He couldn’t believe he was trying to…reassure you? Was that what he was doing?
He was trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t with Cheshire. That her feelings were one sided. It’s something he shouldn’t be doing, he tells himself. In fact, he should be doing the opposite. Tell you that she means something to him, or maybe stay quiet and insinuate that they had something going on.
To get you off his back.
You seemed to back off completely when you found out Cheshire flirted with him often on missions when the goal was to take her down. Much like how the team’s predicament when they first met you.
It made you…upset?
And for some reason that made him upset.
“So you’re my Roy Toy? Mine completely?” Wally and Robin had originally griped about the nickname until it eventually made them laugh. They came to appreciate it.
“I’m no one’s. Not yours, not Cheshire’s, not the Justice League’s nor the team’s.”
“You will be mine one day, Speedy. And you’ll love it.”
Roy doesn’t respond but he feels like…there is some truth to your playful statement.
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can’t stop thinking of the idea of black cat!reader and dog/wolf sam and dean and her taking time to warm up to them but she finally lets herself trust them and they are super protective of her
Yesss and Puppy!Sam gets all pouty bc he thinks reader can't stand him until she starts playing with his hair one day while he's dat at his laptop. She's standing over his shoulder so he can show her the latest bad omens he's found when her fingers thread into his hair and he just melts.
"Don't read into it dog boy" She'd smirk.
And with Dean, she's all glares and bitchiness until he pounces on her to get her out of the way of a knife headed for her face, then, he's not bad.
And when she finally accepts that she cares about them, they're in front of and behind her at all times, ready for potential threats. In bars, they keep her close. On hunts, she's always got the least dangerous scenario because neither of them can bear the thought of her getting hurt.
DEAN WINCHESTER and BLACK CAT!READER had an interesting relationship dynamic, but they worked together so extremely well. Both of their headstrong and self confident personalities clashed at the worst of times, the need to sacrifice themself to save the other. They often had to force each other to open up, only speaking to each other in that way when it was too much to handle alone. The fierce loyalty and passionate love between the two were undeniable and unbreakable, their rock throughout their unsteady and uncomfortable lives.
can i request golden retriever!mick x driver black cat!reader? where mick being hopelessly in love with him and is hanging out with him for months but black cat reader doesnt show any interest. so mick goes back to hanging out with his besties mick and lance. reader gets jealous and starts doing anything and everything to get mick back.
you absolutely can, anon <3
mick absolutely follows you around like a lost puppy
he's all smiles and tail wags and floppy ears
he's gets noticeably happier whenever he's around you
which is an achievement given his bubbly golden-ness
and he's trying so hard to spend as much time as possible with you
he tries so hard to make you happy and as giddy as he is
the only issue is that he doesn't quite realise that you, as a black cat hybrid, just aren't programmed to be as outwardly happy as golden!mick is
so your version of being pretty affectionate with someone you're not dating in public is just not getting upset that he's around you
having mick around just becomes normal to you
when he just goes back hanging out with este and lance, you get very frustrated by the lack of his presence
it's not that you don't want him to spend time with his friends!
you really don't want to isolate him or anything, you're just confused because he disappeared
one day he was following you around all happy and smiley
the next he was just gone
so you start kinda doing that thing that cats do
following your person around but at a bit of a distance and like
"i just happened to be here how would i know you would be too"
"this is my driver's room"
"... what's your point"
mick is so confused by it
because when he was hanging around you you seemed pretty indifferent
but now that he stopped it felt like you cared more?
it takes a conversation with cat!lance for mick to understand that actually your indifference meant that you did like him
and you following him around? (even if you pretended like you weren't?)
classic cat crush
finally he asks you out
he's a bit nervous that lance has gotten it wrong and you're just messing with him
you're not
well you are a little bit but not on purpose
mick very quickly learns that lance was right and you were in fact being affectionate
especially because whenever you're alone now you generally stop pretending like you're not just as much of a simp for him as he is for you
curling up with him and purring and kneading on his chest and tummy and thighs
you're still not really gonna initiate affection in public but you also won't deny mick's attempts either
you will also hiss and scratch at anyone who says anything mean about mick
