#bop x reader

I feel like Helena being touchstarved is a pretty widely accepted headcanon

Helena is definitely awkward when it comes to meeting new people and especially when it comes to interacting with someone she's attracted towards

The more she cares about you and actually wants to touch you, the more awkward and irritable she is going to become

Helena grew up in a very large, tight knit family, all of whom were taken abruptly away from her when she was in, like, middle school

Helena was fairly traumatized by the whole ordeal (obvi) and it stunted her ability to really make relationships

She avoided new relationships at first because she didn't want anything to get the in the way of her revenge. But after achieving her goals, she realized that she couldn't form a relationship with anyone even if she tried

At least not just "anyone"

Her friends were different. Margarita night with the Birds helped her get out of her shell. She ended up living with Harley for a little while and this really did wonders for her no touch policy

Harley is the type of friend that hugs and kisses on others, which was jarring for Helena at first but she got used to it

When you entered the picture, Helena was really really frustrated by the fact that she couldn't just be casual

Helena watched Dinah flirt effortlessly with men and women at bars and clubs, never having a problem with the closness or the touching

And Helena has always felt somewhat threatened by Dinah; relationship wise. She's always worried you'll end up choosing Dinah one day

So she's just a mess like all the time

Helena really feels like Dinah could offer you so much more

She doesn't like that Dinah is stable. She's definitely envious of the way Dinah has held herself together even after everything she's been through

Dinah is quite literally one of Helena's best friends in the entire world. Helena would take a bullet for Dinah. But she is still jealous of her

Helena isn't confident that she can be a good partner for you

She thinks that you should be living a normal, fun life somewhere get away from crime syndicates and mob bosses

Dinah is spunky and fierce and sexy, so why wouldn't you like her? What makes Helena better than Dinah?

She's ALWAYS going to be afraid of losing you

You didn't realize the extent of Helena's problem and decided to initiate a kiss on your own, which ended sort of awkwardly

Helena abruptly stopped you and said she had to go do something, sounding weirdly like Patrick Bateman. So she just left the apartment at midnight and didn't return until the morning, but she brought breakfast and coffee as an apology

Helena was always very tense around you

Always hunched and with taut shoulders

She probably needs to see a chiropractor

She couldn't relax, no matter what

Harley recommended alprazolam but was then removed from the conversation

The first course of action is to just become a daily constant in Helena's life. Really dig your heels in there even if she tries pushing you away

Once she's accepted the fact you're never leaving then she'll ease up

Helena realizes very quickly that she's a physical person and that's so hard for her because she's so afraid to hold you

She spends many a nights laying with you on the bed, her head on your chest as you help her calm down

Please understand what I mean when I say that majority of her physical interactions with others have been comically violent so she doesn't know if she's even capable of being gentle and soft

I forget a lot that Helena basically was apart of the mafia/mob and actively fights in Gotham or Jump or wherever the hell BoP takes place

I wholeheartedly believe that Helena is scared of ruining everything she lays a hand on

Once Helena really becomes comfortable around you, you're done for

It's constant touching all the time

She always wants to be near you

When her anxiety is bad, just hold her

She loves skinship. She likes to bathe with you and just hold you in her arms, or vise versa, absorbing all your warmth and the smell of your perfume

She just feels safe when she's touching you. She feels secure

She panics if she wakes up in the middle of the night and she doesn't feel you, somehow

She is a cuddly sleeper

Give her massages 🥴🥴🥴

I simply want to massage Helena's problems away

Harley stood by the doorway, debating on whether she’d thought through her plan fully. The Joker and her were over, and she’d found a new love, however, her admiration for the “bad guys” was doomed to have some setbacks. 

Y/n wasn’t the setback, it was the fact that she wasn’t as closed off as Joker. Harley liked that about her, she just wasn’t fully used to it. Y/n was open with her girlfriend, soft to her and only her, just as Harley would’ve wanted.

But she was used to the emotional abuse her ex put her through, and this new relationship would take time to get used to. Luckily, they seemed to spend most of it together.

Y/n chuckled, her gun pointing upwards and resting on her shoulder. They had already scared everyone inside enough to the point where running wasn’t necessary, they walked from the bank without a problem.

“Ya know, this was fun, Harls.”

“I agree. I’ll make sure to look for some more banks when we get home...whatdya think? I can search for other...robbable places if we run out.”

“I think it sounds like an excellent idea.”

They continued walking until they approached the car. Soon enough, they were headed back to Gotham, some fast food picked up along the way and sitting in their laps.

“Seriously, Harls, I don’t know how you do it?” Y/n laughed, grabbing her fries and digging in.

“And you never will. At least, not until you somehow manage to convince me to spill...but that’ll never happen.” Her hand lunged for the salty snack, snatching a few fries before popping them into her mouth with a satisfied moan of approval.

“Hey! You have your own!”

“Yeah well,” Harley giggled, “rule number one is to not give a shit.”

Y/n rolled her eyes with a small chuckle, returning to the junk food in her lap. “I love you.”

“That’s pretty stupid of you.”

“Oh shut up Harls-”

“It’s the truth.” She shrugged, keeping her attention on the road.

“No. The truth, is that if you don’t hurry and get us the fuck home, I might just force you to pull over at the next motel, demand a room, and get you into it as soon as humanly possibly.”

Harley’s head turned to face her girlfriend, her expression full of interest and amusement. “Damn Y/n, you really know how to make a girl excited! I might just have to take you up on that deal.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles began to pale.

“Good.”

She was silent for a bit. The blond keeping quiet until the motel came into her view. “...But it is stupid of-”

 No jokes, she didn't want to go

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch"

" stuff the fuck up, Robin hood" said Dinah

Anyways, they took her to your house and you're just in awe with her

She was this tall goddess and  when they appeared at your door during the night you had to take a second to breathe

" y/n! We are dying out here" said Montoya 

"s-sorry, come in"

Helena was placed in your room while the girls sacked your fridge

You went to your bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit while she was laying in your bed watching every move you made.

" I-I need you to remove your tank top" you tried to sound sure and secure, but it was hard with her staring at you

 "Okay" she took her shirt and oh boy, she was ripped.

"It’s not awful but it's going to hurt" you told her

You tried to be the gentlest in her wound but there was only much you could to with that

" I'm sorry" whispered you after she winced when you applied the rubbing alcohol

 In her head, she was cursing the hell out of it and she didn’t want you to have a bad impression, you made her feel awkward, she barely knew you but Montoya trusted you enough to bring her to your house, so she felt like she needed to be less feral. But she couldn't hold the swear when you started to stitch her wound.

 "It’s okay, you can swear, you earn it" you joked

" Do you want to know how I meet Renee?" You asked trying to make small talk

" Sure" said her

" I did some questionable choices when I was in the school and she helped me when I got busted" explained you

" What kind of choices?"

" eh, just the usual, picking fights and trespassing"

" fights? You don’t look like you could hurt someone"

" Hey, I'm having serious skill okay?" Joked you " I just had anger issues"

" Dinah says I have anger issues" confessed her in a small voice

" you look fine to me"

You felt her ease a little more, even cracking a shy smile eventually, and she had a killer one, so you kept making small talk and jokes trying to make her smile and also to distract her from the wound on her stomach.

" all done, but you have to take easy for the next two weeks," you said

" I don’t think I can’t do that" replied her getting out of the bed

 " you have to, and you have to change the dressings at least once a day and check the stitches at the end of the week" lectured you

" can I come to you then?" Inquired her 

" y-yeah, sure"

" hey, lovebirds" called Dinah from the door " come eat"

"How long have you been standing there?" Huntress asked after you went to throw the used bandages on the trash 

" Long enough to see the heart eyes you were sending to her" she said 

" I wasn't sending HEART EYES AT HER " snapped

"Yeah, sure"

" we ordered pizza" said Renee when you reached the kitchen " how is she?" Inquired her referring to the grumpy woman

"She is fine, she just needs to take easy" you explain

" yeah, that would be easy to do"   said Dinah sarcastically 

" I told her that she can come here, and I will help to keep it in check" you informed 

" that's a weird way of asking someone on a date" commented Dinah after taking a bite of her slice

"For fuck's sake" exclaimed Helena trying to hide her blush

" Are you BLUSHING? inquired Dinah

" take it easy, Lance" said Montoya

" and you are blushing too, y/n" teased Renee

"Fuck you, Renee"

The rest of the night was hard to go by; you weren't good at hiding your feelings or your glances at the certain brunette

To be fair, Helena wasn't good either, which for where was unfortunate because Dinah just teased the poor thing during the whole night

" you guys should crash here" you said 

" yeah, and she should crash in your bed" teased Dinah

"I'm going to shoot you in your sleep" you said earning a shocked glance from Helena 

" Okay, kids, no violence in the house today" said Montoya " I take the couch and you two take the guest room"

"Nonsense, I take the couch and you guys take the beds" you said 

" you have work tomorrow" replied Montoya 

" yeah but I didn’t fight anyone"

After handing pillows and sheets, you went downstairs to your couch ready to hit the dreamland

"Thank you for helping me " said Helena 

"JEsus, you scared me " 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to" apologized her awkwardly

 "It's fine, you can reach me if you need more help" you said looking at her

" I don’t want to bother you"

 " you are no bother, Helena" you told her" Renee told me your name"

" thank you, Y/n" said her once again

" you should go to bed" You made a mental note to wake up a little early so you could make breakfast for them, especially her

" goodnight/n"

"goodnight, Helena"

Helena did show up at the end of the week so you could have a look at her stitches

 Just like she did the countless time before, it became a weekly occurrence.

Helena liked the way you took care of her wounds, you were gentle, always making sure she didn't feel too much pain. You were patient, totally different from Dinah, who always end up getting yelled at because of it

Besides you always feed her too

" you need food, your body will heal faster and better" you said to her after a particularly difficult mission

The girls did know that you helped her, but they didn't know who often she visited your house

And Helena don’t feel like telling, Dinah wouldn't let her live it down and even Montoya was getting on it

" do you like her?" Inquired her " it's okay if you do"

" I don’t know what are you talking about"

" I care about y/n, but I also care about you and I think you should talk to her" she said once 

" can you please let this go?" Snapped the brunette

Helena didn’t know what to do, she never felt this kind of thing before, she had this fuzzy and warm feeling in her belly every time you touched her skin, and it wasn't sexual touch  or anything, she knew how that stuff felt but this was different and she didn’t know what to do

Especially now that you were cleaning her cuts and she couldn't stop looking at you

The way you pushed your eyebrows together in concentration or how you bit your lip when you're nervous

" you're gorgeous" she blurred out

You were taken by surprise with her statement, but you're pleased with that, very pleased

"Thank you, I think you're gorgeous too" you replied

" you don’t have to say it just because I said" 

" I didn’t say that because you told, I said because I think you are breathtaking"

" go out with me” she said 

" sure, where you want to go?" You asked her

" I don't know, I never got past that" she said staring at you 

" well, I can cook, and you can choose something to watch" you suggested

 " sounds good"

You went with something simple, something with meat and vegetables, while you stirred the pot and cut the veggies you could hear Helena in the Livingroom searching thought your movie collection looking for something she liked.

“Can we watch this?” she asked holding a copy of Brave

“Sure” said you holding the giggles.

The dinner passed quick, you both ate in silence, sometimes you could catch her looking at you thought her lashes. You thought it was cute the way she tried to seem like she wasn’t straight up staring at you.

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"come" you called patting the spot next to you on the couch

" you can lay on me if you want" you told her after pressing the play button.

" Are you sure?" She asked

" come here, Robin hood" you joked

" Dinah told you that didn’t she" she said

" yes" you confessed

Helena sat on the spot you indicate, slowly leaning on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around her waist pulling her closer to you.

" it's this okay?" You asked

" yes, you smell good" she said 

" thanks" replied you trying to hide the blush when you felt her breath tickling your neck.

“She should use a crossbow, it's more practical” said her for the 10th time during the movie.

“She is a kid, love” explain you 

“What you called me?” inquired looking at you.

“nothing” you said trying to dodge her gaze

“You called me love” she said

“I did” you confessed.

She stared at you with a confused look on her face, you slowly reached to her with your hand, touching her cheek.

“I like you” you said tracing her jawline with your fingers

She didn’t say anything, just closed her eyes and leaned into your hand, enjoying your touches.

“I’m going to kiss you now” whispered you.

You got closer to her until your nose was touching hers, her lips were soft, and she tasted sweet like the piece chocolate you both shared earlier, you moved your hands to the back of her head pulling her to deepen the kiss, you felt her lips part allowing you to slide your tongue past them, you wanted to taste all of her, and you knew she wanted to do the same by the way her hands gripped your arms.

The kiss was only broken after both of you run out of the air, but that didn’t stop you from pepper her face with small kisses making her giggle and squint her eyes.

“another? “asked her after recovering her breath.

You wanted a new dress anyway, so Helena took you immediately to some high end brand stores. She seemed to know all the managers and designers. You didn't like most of the things you tried on, all of them being a little too out there or not there enough.

It took a while to convince Helena to try shopping like a regular civilian would: at the mall.

It was a girls day! Everyone tagged along in Baby (Harley's vintage Oldsmobile Starfire) and drove to uptown Star City. They had the best mall in the area, so why not go there?

First, you all tried Forever 21. Helena was flabbergasted at the brand and wanted to leave.

Harley didn't leave without buying Cassie a pair of sunglasses and a cheap set of perfume.

Next, Macy's. Reneé found her outfit there, a deep purple suit with flared pants. She bought one her in size.

Helena didn't like anything there, so you all moved along.

Dinah found her dream dress at a local boutique that you immediately followed her into. Dinah chose a plunging black dress with two slits for her thighs. Helena did NOT like the way your eyes glittered at the sight of Dinah posing.

Harley told Cassie to shop at Justice, which made Cassie throw a fit. So Cassie and Harley both took off to try another shop. You and Helena went in the opposite direction, finding a dress shop. You fell in love with a mini, fit and flare dress with long sleeves and dark blue sequins on the black bodice. Helena funded this choice, as well as a pair of new platform shoes and a tiny, but expensive diamond encrusted necklace.

But Helena still wasn't sure what she even wanted to wear.

Meeting back up with Harley and Cass, as well as the others, you saw Harley had chosen a glittering mass of fabric and gems.

Cassie chose something much more formal, a knee length burgundy dress with cap sleeves.

As for Helena, she'd given up officially on shopping, claiming she'd just find something from her mom's old wardrobe. (She ends up wearing a vintage white dress draped down to her ankles, wrapped up in black fur. She was honestly the sexiest one there.)

Harley dragged everyone to the carousel. You and the Birds rode it a couple times in a row.

Dinah and Cass wanted to go to Build-A-Bear, so everyone headed that way next. You made this one for Helena:

And what would a mall trip be without a visit to the food court?! Helena had apparently never been to a Johnny Rockets, so you all gleefully ate there. Even Reneé enjoyed herself, though she wouldn't admit it. Helena was surprised when the workers got on the counters and performed musical numbers. But she enjoyed her hot dog and milkshake!

Before leaving Harley wanted to stock up on Auntie Anne's. Even though you'd all just eaten, you and Helena split a pretzel with cheese and god is was delicious.

So the mall trip was a success. Helena didn't beat anyone up, not even the woman that tried to sell you cuticle gel remover from a "sketchy looking stall."

"It's the mall," Harley said through a mouthful of pretzel. "There's sketchy stalls everywhere. Look, that one is selling iPhone 17s. There aren't even any iPhone 17s on the market!"

Helena walked around the garage, her boot soles scuffing the soft floor.

“You have objections?” Helena scoffed.

You were perched on Helena’s beloved motorcycle, the sleek black and leather pod that rivaled even Batman’s.

You were naked and a little angry. Salty would be the best way to put it, salty and naked and a bit cold. It made your nipples perk up, so you had your arms crossed over your chest.

“Objections imply there’s something I’m on trial for!” You snapped. You writhed around on the motorcycle in an attempt for warmth. The garage was clean but cold, in the process of becoming insulated so Cassie and Harley could move in.

The house was large but tucked away into the forests lining the Gotham outer limits. Harley called it a fortress, and Cass referred to it as the lair, as in where you all convened to prepare for top secret missions.

The truth of the matter is that all you ladies were close friends and only had each other. Harley organized the transactions and business contracts, while Helena, Dinah, and Renée took care of the dirty work. Cass was Harley’s apprentice, and you were Mother Hen: you handled security of the shared house, securing the targets, and being over all pleasant. You guarded the overall safety of the Birds of Prey, the women’s mercenary society that occasionally got to work with Batman or Hawkgirl. You were thus very close with all of them. The romance between you and Helena was not unnoticed. It was well received, respected, and even encouraged.

But the thing that was wrong with that—the one little thing that got in the way?

You and Dinah were once known to be an item. It was casual sex and no feelings had ever been attached. She was your best friend, and she always would be. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you both to find solace in sex with each other.

This was ages before Helena had rolled into town. It was ages before the Birds had even met one another and became a hot topic. Dinah was a friend since you’d been a teenager, so it was only natural to have some sort of intimacy with her.

Helena didn’t really care about it until Dinah made a joke in VERY poor taste. As you’re sitting there, on the motorcycle, in the cold, with Helena frowning at you, you realize you can’t even remember what the joke was exactly. Something about your vagina, for sure, and it alluded to the fact Dinah was familiar with that. With your vagina.

“Helena,” you said, your voice slightly louder than it should have been. “It was a joke. I want to go in. I want to fucking SLEEP. We just finished the Batman mission, we should be popping bottles of cristal and chasing it with Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.”

“She still thinks that she has claim over you!” Helena shouted. Her long, dark hair was rolling over her shoulders in tight waves.

You wanted to laugh. You would have if you hadn’t been somewhat entranced by the look in her eye.

“She never had a claim,” you muttered.

“She doesn’t anymore!” Helena harrahed sarcastically.

“So this is all to stake your claim?” You demand as you gestured to the crazy circumstances you’d found yourself in.

“No? No! This is about me being assertive,” Helena said. She sounded entirely confident about that, except for when her voice made a massive break in tone. She sounded like a depressed kazoo attempting to make her statement clear.

“Okay,” you sighed. You gripped the handles of the motorcycle and took a deep breath. You’d let her be assertive. If it would keep her from being upset with you and Dinah, as well as keep the security of your relationship maintained, then your do it.

“So I’m a little bit lost on why I have to be here. Is this supposed to humiliate me?”

Helena’s lip curled and she looked like a thirteen year old boy being told that he wouldn’t be getting the next generation game console he so desired.

“It’s SUPPOSED to be a sexy way to keep us both...” She trailed off her words and made a weird gesture with her hands.

You mimicked that motion with your own hands. “What is this?”

“It’s us, together,” Helena grittily explained. “Just—Just forget it. You’re going to sit there and you’re not going to talk. You’re not going to do anything, not until I say you can.”

You lifted a brow. “Okay?”

It didn’t seem like a solid plan, honestly, and you were doubting the severity of it as Helena approached.

“Okay. Scoot up.”

“Alright,” you grumbled. Helena mounted the motorcycle, sitting behind you. It was a reversal of the position you two usually were in. Typically Helena drove while you clutched onto her from behind, squealing as the wind tickled your hair and face.

“Now what? We just drive around Gotham?” You quipped cockily.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go to Jack In The Box.”

You looked over your shoulder, surprised. “Can we really get Jack In The Box for dinner?” You asked.

“You’re not supposed to be talking,” Helena said loudly, feeling rather annoyed.

“Sorry,” you heaved. Gosh. What was she so upset about anyway! Dinah had made one little joke, and it set her off.

“...Was what Dinah said not funny or something?” You m asked after a minute of silence.

Helena snaked a hand to grope your breast, and she pinched your nipple hard, rolling the bud in her fingers. You winced and tried not to make so much as a whimper.

Helena put her lips close to your ear. Her voice, like velvet and lace, led your flesh and hair to rise. “Is it so hard to believe that I’m jealous of her?” She whispered.

“Hel, you’re the one I want to be with,” You said quietly as you leaned back into her arms and chest. She was still playing with your bare breasts, and you had come to enjoy it.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised. She pushed you to lean forward again, putting your hands on the handles of the bike. “I made myself clear. No talking. Nothing.”

You frowned as Helena placed her hands atop yours. Her fingers curled over the handlebars, as if she were teaching you just how to drive the motorcycle. But this wasn’t her intention. She slowly revved the engine, using her knee to press you closer into the seat of the cycle. The rumble of the engine reverberated into your clit, and you realized what she was trying to do.

A motorcycle? Really?

"You're absurd," you sputtered as the leather seat murmured into your clit, the little bundle of nerves being cooperative with such a pleasant surprise.

Helena shifted, sitting now side saddle on the motorcycle. She set her leg up on the seat and pressed her knee against the small of your back. She pressed into you, pushing your pelvis and cunt closer to the leather seat.

The little pain of her knee was nothing compared to the little murmurs of pleasure that were whispering into your cunt, as if the reverberations were trying to convince your clit to open up a credit card with TJMAxx. Your clit quite enjoyed shopping, let's say. Your clit had shopped everywhere. Target, Forever21, ModCloth; but never had your clit shopped at TJMaxx. (If you're confused about the analogy, let's just say the motorcycle is TJMaxx. You have to explain this to your clit before it starts to think to much and become turned off by the prospect of shopping and motorcycles and the sweat gathering between your skin and the leather seating.) But now that your clit is there, in TJMaxx, it's realized that it's getting more from TJMaxx than it had from anywhere.

Helena revved the engine and it shattered the weak, poorly worded analogy to bits as you cried out.

"I think this is a little bit far fetched," you huffed as you craned your neck back. You were in fear of being caught, and the idea made your face and ears blossom with heat.

"Then I guess you'd better hurry up and cum, then," Helena hissed in your ear. She licked the lobe of your ear as you shivered. "Go on. You can grind your pussy on it. I don't mind."

Helena was not usually so generous. She tends to fuel you with punishments and hard hitting orgasms you usually have to argue for. So now that she's encouraging you to romp on what she tends to call her baby, you're a little confused. But the spirit of the event, and the sweat that was misting the air, it was getting to you.

Helena's knee pressed harder into your back as she once again muttered for you to do it.

With a blush in your cheeks, you started to shift your hips. it was easy to do it with the sweat that was gathering between your delicate skin and the leather seating. The firm bike seat pressed against your swollen clit just enough that some application of pressure would drive you wild. It was better than a shopping trip, admittedly.

You were very aware of Helena's lips on the back of your neck as she brushed your hair out of the way and pressed kisses along your skin, making careful demands. How to do it, how fast to do it. She circled her arms around your torso. Her slender hands, though calloused, were still feminine and soft. She had her nails painted black and cut short. Her fingers were pinching at your standing nipples as you romped against the motorcycle. It was a bit embarrassing. Almost shameful. That wasn't enough to stop you. it made you want to get it over with, if anything. You hated it but you enjoyed hating it.

Cum started to burst out of you, and streams of benign fluid was spraying out of your little hole.

Helena laughed as she used a hand to wipe the mess. "Squirting, are we?" she chuckled. "Can't believe you're enjoying this so much."

The purring engine started to roar as she revved the handlebars one more time. You shuddered. You pushed yourself into Helena's torso, grasping at one of her hands.

"Fingers inside," you whimpered.

Helena licked along the underside of your jaw. "No, no, no, nothing inside," she said, her voice mocking your own. "This is a punishment."

Your hole was flinching around nothing, seizing and contracting around emptiness. Your walls ached, on the verge of pain, as you wished to feel something inside of you, be it Helena's favorite strap on or her fingers. You tried to shove your own inside, but Helena snatched your wrist up. Her black nails made imprints on your skin as she forced you to grip the handle.

Your mouth uttered sounds of depraved pleasure, sounds you'd never quite made before.

"Ssh," Helena said in your ear. "Calm down and just relax."

She laughed as your body contorted like a woman possessed.

You grinded and grinded your hips till they were sore. A cramp was forming between your thighs as Helena squeezed your fingers around the clutch. The engine revved a few more times as more of your cum leaked out.

It was minutes upon minutes of such a romp before Helena turned the key and shut her beloved bike off.

She walked circles around the bike, watching as you slumped over the handles and tried to catch your breath. You glared at her as she used a hand to cover her amused smirk.

"You're so vindictive," you gasped out. She shrugged. "I'm simply making sure you understand."

"Understand what?" you moaned as you looked up at her with lazy, dozing eyes.