#julia.writes

“Dick.”

You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. His pacing in front of the TV showed that his meeting with Bruce did not go as planned. Well, when has it ever been? Bruce Wayne was a difficult person, and you know firsthand how hard he can be to agree to a game plan, especially one that would hopefully capture a notorious Gotham drug trafficker.

“Dick.” Your voice snaps him out of his trance, focusing icy-blue eyes on you. 

“What?” He snaps, eyes following your every movement as you waltz to your lover. You smooth your hands over the broad planes of his chest, rubbing and soothing the tense muscles. 

“I think you need to relax. Take a break, and come back to this with a fresh mind. I got a few ideas in mind.” The twinkle in your eyes tells him all he needs to know. 

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“I need to move.” The hips below you thrust up, but you shove Dick’s shoulders back, effectively having him remain sitting on the couch. 

“Baby, you need to have patience. Whining isn’t going to get you anywhere. Just take a deep breath and relax.” Your walls clench around him, and he shivers, only a sliver of blue peaking in his eyes when you give him a once over. 

He didn’t know how you could do it. Hovering above him, late afternoon light pouring around you like a halo, you might as well be a goddess. Hell, you practically were to him. He could look at you and couldn’t come up with the words how beautiful you were, how you make him feel. If he could, he would get an artist to paint a portrait of you and hang it on the wall for the world to see. But even then, it wouldn’t capture what he felt for you. But, the next best thing he could do was let you have your way with him. 

"Now, sweetheart," Kory croons, a curtain of crimson above you as she angles her steely gaze towards your spread legs, Dick thrusting his fingers into your sopping cunt as she holds the vibrator against your twitching clit. "You know better than to disobey."

Disobey. You were all too familiar with that. But you did the right thing, in your mind. Those civilians would have died if you didn't go off of the plan, not caring if that low-life criminal gotten away.

Dick and Kory didn't think so, holding their displeasure until you were back in the safety of the Titans Tower, sweeping you into the bedroom and undressing you with swift precision. You've been at this for hours now, and knowing your lovers, they will not let you find your release until they are satisfied with the mess they made of you.

Your hands tighten into balls, tugging on the silken ropes that hold you to the bed, trying to get closer to the vibrator. A sharp smack is placed against your tight, followed by a brush of lips. "You look so beautiful for us," murmurs Dick, twisting his fingers to feel that one spot that drives you insane. His grin turns wolfish when he sees your arms tighten, and shares a glance with Kory.

His ruthless pace, coupled with Kory's determination and sweet words, had you reaching the peak in a matter of moments. But when you expected to be denied your release, they just kept going, only switching places after you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

Kory dove into you swiftly, licking up the remnants of your orgasm as Dick pinched your nipples, evoking your hips to buck up. "Bad girls don't get to move," he purred. "Stay still. We're not done with you yet."

“Cauldron, you looked absolutely ravishing tonight, my love,” Rhysand purrs, teasing the tip of his cock along your drenched folds. You whined, wiggling your hips back to get some friction, but your mate tuts, holding you still with a hand on your hip. 

“Patience, my dear Y/N.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the damn male knowing how weak his teasing made you.

“Rhys,” you whined, voice catching in your throat when he started to tap his cock against your clit. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Your mind was spinning, and it took your energy to respond to him. 

“P-please, I need your cock so badly. ‘M so empty it hurts!” And with that, he slides into you, one glorious inch at a time, moaning at your slick walls clenching. 

The world is holding its breath, anxiously awaiting for the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court to make their move, show Pyrthian the power they have over their court. Your hands clench at the quilt, nails digging in to restrain yourself from wiggling your hips. 

“Oh, my darling,” Rhysand breathes as he places feather-light kisses up your spine before gently biting the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. “I cannot wait to fuck a child into you, have you practically dripping at the end of the night with my seed.” 

You clenched at his filthy words and could feel his claws tap at your mental shield. You let it down briefly, only to be shown what he was thinking: You, your arms holding a small bundle of joy as Rhysand chases another child around the House of Wind. Your heart swelled at the sight of your mate scooping the child up with a laugh and placing a kiss on their head. The two turn towards you, and Rhysand takes your child’s small hand in your direction. 

You groan at the sight as your mate retreats from your mind, hips slowly thrusting in and out of you. “Rhysie, please. I need your cum. I need to cum on your cock.” You could practically feel yourself start to shake the longer he kept his leisurely pace. It would be a matter of moments before you grew frustrated and would take matters into your own hands. 

Teeth grazed your neck, the dragging of his cock against your sensitive walls was driving you more and more out of your mind, and you didn’t know how much longer you could take. “Hold on tight, darling.” 

You practically exploded when his pace increased tenfold, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and groans filled the air, and you were thankful to have a place of your own. You wouldn’t hear the last of Cassian’s teasing if he walked in. 

You could feel the telltale signs of your orgasm, your hands digging into the blankets beneath you, walls clenching around your mate’s cock that was hitting the right spot over and over again. But it all came crashing down the moment you felt Rhysand bring his fingers down to swipe over your clit once before rubbing it in harsh circles. 

“Come, Y/N. I want you to come for me. Let me fill you up,” Rhys groans, and you let out a particularly loud moan at his words. “Let me put a baby in you.” The world comes crashing down around you, waves of pleasure flying through your veins as you come undone. Your mind was racing, unable to comprehend your mate reaching his own peak and shooting his load deep inside you. 

The room was silent for a moment. Only your collective pants filled the air as you both took time to come down from your highs. Placing a kiss on your bare shoulder, your mate pulls back, and you whimper as his cock slips from your sore pussy. 

“Shh, it’s ok, my darling.” You hear him coo behind you before you feel calloused hands grip your cheeks and pull them apart, watching a mixture of your releases slowly drip down your thighs. He sucks in a breath before slowly inserting two fingers back into you, making sure to press as deep as he could. 

Jason: Jason is pretty rough with the reader, especially if she's broken a rule. But she loves it and would constantly try and push his buttons to keep being rough with her (not always, though, she's an angle for the most part!) I think Jason's go-to punishment for when the reader touches herself w/o permission is having both of them sit in front of a floor-length mirror, her back to his chest, and making her watch him deny so many orgasms that she's a blubbering messy and stuttering out apologies. He's just shaking his head and continuing to do it until he feels like she's earned her reward.

Duke: I agree that Duke would be a softy. I think he's not really into the whole BDSM thing, but he would be great at teasing you. Slowly kissing down your body, teasingly eating you out, and having you beg and whine for his cock. And when he would eventually fuck you, it would still be slow, and you would have tears streaming down your face when Duke decides to have mercy on you and let you come as many times as possible.

Bruce: He would tie you to a chair in the cave with a gag in your mouth and have you come over and over again with a vibe against your pussy as he finishes up cases for the night. You would be trying so hard to get his attention, but everything comes out muffled thanks to the gag, and he pays you no mind until he decides to give you a break and treat his princess to a nice hot bubble bath (cause we all know a brooding man like Bruce would secretly like having a bubble bath)

Dick: A combo of Jason and Bruce. He definitely wouldn't be as forgiving as Bruce, but he would definitely punish you for acting out of line. I could see him fucking you and acting like everything was normal but he wouldn't let you cum. And the next time he fucks you, he still wouldn't fuck you. And this continues on for a week until you're practically on your knees, begging for sir to let you cum and saying that you're very sorry for disobeying him. And oh boy, does he make it worthwhile. He makes you come so hard that your release squirts out of you, and he would be fascinated by it that he would make you do it several more times until the surface underneath you is slick with your juices.