#speed x reader

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The purple glow of your setup bathed the room, but you weren't looking at the screens. You were curled up in your chair, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, staring at the Discord chat. You and Darren had been talking for months: late-night calls and a tension that lived in the quiet spaces between your laughs. You were always the soft-spoken one, the girl who blushed at his compliments, while Darren was the storm to your calm.

Until today.

"Yo, chat! We really out here!" Darren’s voice boomed through the handheld camera (a/n: he didn’t bring his camera man) as he marched toward your door. "I'm finally meeting her! Let's go!"

When you opened the door, you didn't smirk or play it cool. You stood there with a shy, tentative smile, hands clasped in front of you. You were wearing a mini dress that hugged every lush curve, the fabric stretching gently over your wide hips and the soft, rounded swell of your stomach.

Darren froze. The chaotic energy vanished. His gaze traveled slowly from your toes up to your blushing cheeks, his eyes darkening.

"Damn," he breathed, his voice dropping into a lower rumble. "You... you're even more beautiful than I imagined. For real, ma."

"Hi, Darren," you whispered, your eyes fluttering down to the floor.

He didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He reached out, his large hand cupping your chin to lift your gaze. "Look at me, baby. Don't be shy now."

The IRL stream was a blur. You followed his lead, your small hand tucked into the crook of his arm, leaning into him. Every time he spoke, there was a protective, dominant edge to it, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back, feeling the softness of your skin through the dress. He loved the contrast of his lean, hard frame against your pillowy curves.

"I'm tellin' you, chat, she's an angel!" Darren yelled, though his eyes stayed on you, watching the way you bit your lip when he pulled you closer.

"I... I think we should end the stream," you murmured.

Darren grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "You heard her, chat! We're out! I gotta take care of my girl. Peace!"

The moment the "Stream Offline" notification hit, the air turned heavy. Darren didn't give you a chance to move. He pinned you gently but firmly against the wall, his chest brushing against your breasts.

"You've been so quiet all day," he mumbled, his voice a low vibration. "You still nervous, mama? Tell me."

"A little," you whispered, your chest heaving.

"I got you," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. "Just relax for me. I'm gonna take care of everything. Just follow my lead, alright?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a slow tease before he finally claimed your mouth. The kiss was dominant, demanding. He tasted like sweet desire, his tongue sliding against yours. You let out a soft, whimpering moan, your hands clutching his shirt, your body molding itself to his hardness.

He pulled back an inch, breathing ragged. "You like that? Tell me you like it."

"Yes... I love it," you breathed.

"Good girl.” His hand slid down, gripping the fullness of your ass and lifting you, pressing your soft thighs against his waist. "Now, I want you to do something for me. I've been thinking about this since the first call. Get on your knees, baby. Right here. Do it for me."

Your heart hammered, but you obeyed, slowly sinking to the floor. You looked up at him, eyes wide and eager to please. Darren looked down at you with pure possession.

"That's it. Now, reach for my belt," he commanded. "Slowly. I want you to see exactly what you're doing to me."

With trembling fingers, you undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down. His dick sprang free, thick, pulsing, and fully erect. You gasped softly.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, his hand resting on top of your head, guiding you closer. "Just take your time. Start with your tongue. Lick the head for me, ma. Let me feel how soft you are."

You obeyed, your tongue swirling around the rim, tasting the salty pre-cum. Darren let out a guttural groan, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. "Yeah... just like that. Now take it. All of it. Open wide for me."

You parted your lips, sliding your mouth over the head and slowly taking the length of him. You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, and Darren immediately slowed down, his voice soothing but firm. "Easy, baby. Just breathe. I got you. Just swallow it down... there you go. Good girl."

Encouraged, you pushed further, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him deep, your soft lips creating a tight, hot vacuum around his shaft. Darren’s hips began to twitch, his breathing becoming short, ragged bursts.

"Fuck, you're so sweet... so fucking perfect," he panted. "Keep going. Don't stop. I'm close, mama. I'm so close. Just keep sucking it... take it all!"

He began to thrust his hips forward, his movements becoming more urgent. He guided your head, pushing himself deeper into your throat, claiming every inch of you. With a final, strangled cry, Darren snapped, his body shuddering as he unloaded a thick, hot stream of cum deep into your throat.

You swallowed instinctively, taking every drop, your eyes watering as you finished him off.

As you pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting you, Darren leaned back against the wall, spent but still looking at you with that possessive hunger. He reached down, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He reached down, gripping your arms and pulling you up with an effortless strength. He didn't give you a second to breathe before he spun you around, pressing your front flat against the wall. The cool surface felt sharp against your skin, contrasting with the heat of his body slamming into your back. He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your plush curves, pulling your ass back hard against his thighs.

"You feel that?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot. "I'm still hard for you. I can't even get it to go down because you're just... damn."

He reached down, bunching up the fabric of your dress, sliding it up over your hips until it was gathered around your waist. He didn't have you wearing anything underneath, and the moment your bare skin hit the air, he let out a low growl. He slid a hand between your thighs, his fingers finding your wetness instantly.

"Look at you," he murmured, rubbing his thumb over your clit. "You're soaking for me, mama. You've been wanting this just as bad as I have, huh?"

"Yes... please, Darren," you whimpered, your head leaning back against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I got you. Just relax for me," he commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. He shifted his grip, lifting one of your legs and hooking it over his hip, opening you up completely. He positioned the head of his dick right against your entrance, teasing the opening, sliding in and out just a fraction of an inch.

"I'm gonna slide inside you now. Just breathe through it, baby. I'm gonna go slow."

He pushed forward, a slow, deliberate thrust that filled you completely. You let out a loud, sharp moan, your fingers clawing at the wall. You were tight, your soft walls gripping him like a vice, and Darren groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck.

"Fuck... you're so tight, ma. You feel so good," he panted. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him, his hand rubbing circles into your hip to soothe you. "You okay? You good for me?"

"Yes... it feels... so good," you breathed, your voice trembling.

"That's my girl," he whispered. He began to move, starting with shallow, rhythmic thrusts that built the tension. Every time he hit your spot, you let out a soft, high-pitched sound that only made him push harder. He started picking up the pace, his movements becoming more aggressive, more dominant. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, a raw, wet rhythm.

He reached around, grabbing your breast, squeezing the soft flesh as he hammered into you from behind. "You're mine, you hear me? All this... all this softness... it's all mine."

"I'm yours... Darren, please... more," you begged, your body shaking with every impact.

He didn't hold back. He gripped your beautifully plush waist tight , and began to drive into you with everything he had. He was relentless, claiming every inch of you, his dick hitting deep and hard. You were lost in it, the feeling of being completely taken over by him, the way he guided your body and controlled the pace.

"I'm close, mama... I'm right there," he groaned, his voice breaking. He accelerated, his thrusts becoming short and powerful, pinning you harder and harder against the wall. You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of heat crashing through your core.

"Give it it to me ma, cum fa’me” he commanded.

As if on cue, your muscles clamped down on him in a series of intense spasms. You cried out, your body arching as you peaked, the pleasure overwhelming. The feeling of you tightening around him was the final straw for Darren. He let out a guttural shout, thrusting one last time as deep as he could go, his body shuddering violently as he filled you with hot, thick loads of cum.

He stayed buried inside you for a long time, both of you panting, the only sound in the room, the heavy thud of your hearts. He slowly slid out, the wet sound echoing in the silence. He didn't let you go, though; he turned you around in his arms, wrapping his limbs around your soft frame and pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

"See?" he whispered, breathless. "I told you I'd take care of you."

Tommy Shepherd (Speed) -

You first met as part of the Young Avengers lineup

Though at the start you felt a little out of place

You kept mostly to yourself, fiddling with your guitar when you weren't training

Tommy noticed that right away

He's one of the most warmhearted approachable members of the team

Still a bit of a jokester

But a total sweetheart

So it's in his nature to make sure no one feels left out

The first conversation started because he heard you practicing a soft melody on your guitar after a mission

He stopped and listened for a bit before asking if you could teach him sometime

Your friendship with Tommy bloomed quickly

He's easygoing and has a natural way of balancing your introverted nature with his warm charm

He's never pushy about making you open up

But he'll tease you lightly with a sarcastic comment here and there

Which makes you roll your eyes but secretly enjoy

He loves watching you talk about music

Asking questions about the difference between vinyl and CDs

Pretending to be clueless about some stuff just so you'll explain things to him in detail

Sometimes you'll catch him trying to sneak into your room when you're playing violin

Not to interrupt

But just to sit or stand and listen with a soft, dreamy smile

Tommy's the type who falls quietly at first

He notices the little things

How your nose scrunches when you laugh at one of his jokes

How your eyes light up when you show him a new record you found

How you bite you lip when you're nervous

He'll start finding excuses to hang out around you more

Volunteering to be your training partner

Or suggesting you sit next to him during missions' downtime

On your side

You realize you're developing feelings when you notice how safe he makes you feel

And how he's one of the few people you never feel drained being around

The confession happens one night after a mission that left you both exhausted

You're sitting together on the rooftop

You strumming absentmindedly o your guitar while he watches the stars

He blurts it out softly, "I really like you, you know?"

Like it just slipped out

But his cheeks flushed when he realizes what he said

You try to cover your own nervousness with a sarcastic quip

You end up confessing back

Laughing together at how awkward but perfect it felt

Tommy's relationship style is warm and gentle

Very domestic at its core

He'll help you organize your vinyl collection

He loves cuddling while you put a record on

Resting his head on your shoulder as you play guitar for him

He's also big on casual affection

Wrapping his arm around you at team briefings

Brushing your hair back absentmindedly

Sneaking kisses when you least expect it

Stargazing on rooftops after missions

Sharing a blanket while you play music softly in the background

Teaching him guitar

Finally

Laughing when his hands fumble over the strings

Weekend thrift shop trips to find rare vinyls

long, lazy mornings making pancakes together in the kitchen

Music blasting while he twirls you around in your pajamas

Missions that turn into "dates" because he insists on walking you home, holding your hand the entire way

Or offering to take you to a diner before heading back to base to lay on the floor together and stare at the ceiling

~~~

DC;

Tim Drake (Red Robin) -

It all started one late night when you heard strange noises outside your window

You thought maybe it was just the wind

Or a bird

Until you heard the sound of someone fiddling with the lock

Panic rose in your chest

But before you could react, suddenly Red Robin was there

So, you were partially right

There was a bird

He scared off the burglar effortlessly

Then turned toward you with that calm, analytical tone

"You're safe now. I'll make sure he doesn't come back."

You stood there, by your window, awkward and wide-eyed, clutching your violin case

Because that was for sure what the burglar was trying to get

At first, Tim checked in on you purely out of responsibility

He'd swing by on patrol, tapping lightly at your window to make sure everything was alright

You'd invite him in sometimes

And he was surprised to find you were sarcastic and witty depsite your shy demeanor

Slowly, the check-ins turned into long conversations

About music, about is late nights patrolling, about your awkwardness around people

He liked that you didn't try to impress him

You were just yourself

And he found that grounding

he especially loved when you'd play guitar for him while he sat perched on your windowsill, sipping coffee to stay awake

Tim realizes his feelings when he notices he's rearranging is patrol schedule just to pass by your street more often

he gets this little ache in his chest when you look up at him with wide hazel eyes

Or when you tease him about how tired he always looks

For you, it's the way he makes you feel seen

You're awkward around most people

But with him

It feel effortless

The way he listens when you ramble about vinyl collecting or how excited he gets when you sarcastically challenge him makes you start to fall

It happens unexpectedly

You're sitting cross-legged on your bed

Playing you violin

When Tim blurts out mid-conversation

"I think I like you."

You stop playing instantly

Staring at him in shock

He backpedals

Fumbling over his words

But you cut him off with a sarcastic, "Wow, the world's greatest detective finally solved that mystery?"

Before shyly admitting you like him too

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck

And the tension melts into a sweet, sightly awkward kiss

Dating Tim means late-night coffee runs after patrol

Where you sit in the quiet corner of a 24-hour diner

You with your vinyl shop talk and him with case notes he pretends not to share with you

He has this habit of leaving gadgets or little trinkets hidden in your guitar case

Domestic life is soft

He'll stay over and fall asleep on you

Really

He's like a cat when he's not drinking all that coffee

He'll flop onto you on the couch, and fall asleep instantly

Especially if you run your fingers through his hair

He will also sleep on a bed like a normal person too

Sneaking into quiet rooftop gardens where you play soft music while he lays back, eyes closed, finally getting some peace

You teaching him violin

He's shockingly good at it

Like a freaking natural

Movie night with sarcastic commentary from both of you

Laughing until you're both in tear

Riding shotgun in the Batmobile

It took a LOT of convincing on Tim's part to let Bruce let you ride in the Batmobile

Candlelit nights in your apartment/home, just the two of you with a record spinning in the background while you sit tangled together on the couch talking about everything and nothing

~~~

Harry Potter;

Harry Potter -

You were always in the same year as Harry at Hogwarts

though you were far more introverted and spent most of that time along, with your close-knit group of friends, in the library, or with Neville

Who understood your quiet personality

You and Harry exchanged the occasional smile in shared classes

But never more than that

After the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry made a point to find you

He found you helping Neville tend to the wounded

You clutching your violin case even in the chaos

Despite not really knowing each other

And only really knowing each other's name

He wanted to make sure you were okay

After the war

A year or so later

Harry bumped into you unexpectedly at a small record shop

Only to realize that you owned it

You ad just started collecting vinyls and CDs to sell

Using music as a way to heal after the horrors of the war

Harry visited out of curiosity

Not everyday that there was a Muggle themed shop at Hogsmeade

But him visiting quickly became a habit

You'd talk about music while he browsed

And he found comfort in your sarcasm

It reminded him of the banter he missed with friends

But softer, more intimate

You never pressured him to talk about him being the Chosen One

Or anything about defeating You-Know-Who

Or even anything about the war

Which made him want to come back even more

Harry realized his feelings when he found himself showing up to your shop just to see you smile when he entered

Or the many times he'd just be wandering around Hogsmeade and subconsciously find himself in front of your shop

He loved how your eyes lit up too

For you, it was the way he always looked at you like you mattered, even in a world full of bigger things

He’d listen to your ramblings about guitar chords and violin techniques like they were the most fascinating stories in the world

It was after closing time one night

You were putting away vinyls when Harry stayed behind to help

He kept glancing at you until finally, nervously running a hand through his messy hair, he admitted, “I don’t just come here for the music, you know.”

You froze, and gave a shaky laugh: “Good, because your taste in music is questionable at best.”

He laughed, cheeks pink, and when you admitted you liked him too, he kissed you softly, right there between records

Harry in a relationship is all about the little things

He loves domestic simplicity after years of chaos

Helping you open the shop in the mornings

Carrying heavy boxes of vinyls without complaint

Sneaking kisses behind shelves

He loves curling up with you in the evenings

Letting you play violin while he leans against you, eyes closed, at peace

He’s protective but not overbearing, always keeping an eye out but never smothering you

Walks through Diagon Alley where he buys you little trinkets “just because”

Slow dancing in your shop after hours to whatever record is playing

Teaching him how to play guitar, and laughing when he insists on strumming dramatically even if it sounds awful

Quiet afternoons reading together, music softly spinning in the background

        Which, unfortunately, was your biggest problem, considering any time in the past you’d almost talked to him, he mentioned the girl he’d gone out with the night before, or a few nights before, or that he was taking out that night. And you knew he’d figured something was up, as you blinked over at him, after having tried to avoid being near him for the, fuck, like, fifth time that day.

“I’m fine, Speed, I promise,” you told him, but your voice betrayed you, and he frowned, leaning on the table.

“Oh, sure. You’re fine. You sound like you just ran over my dog, but, sure, I’m sure you’re fine.” You groaned, ducking your head. “Seriously, Y/N. It’s me. What’s goin’ on?”

“I accidentally fell in love with you and I don't think there's a way I can undo it,” you rattled out, really quickly, wincing as soon as the sound started when you realized you couldn’t stop. Speed jerked back like you’d hit him, and you shook your head, putting the file in your hands back down on the counter. “I don’t...I’m sorry. I know you don’t, and that’s fine, I don’t wanna guilt anything, I just...” You shook your head, at a loss for what you wanted to say, nerves nearly strangling you under the weight of his stare. “I’m sorry.” With another shake of your head, you turned, booking it out of the lab. 

        The break room was quiet, and empty, as you moved into the room, rubbing your hands down your face. It was what you needed, you just needed a few minutes, as you paced towards the windows, huffing. You didn’t hear the door open behind you, so when you turned away from the windows, you nearly leapt out of your skin at the sight of Speed in the doorway.

“...Tim...”

“No, look...how long?” You sighed, dropping your head.

“Long time,” you admitted quietly. You squeaked at his hand on your chin, nudging your head up, as he smirked a bit down at you. 

“You know, all you had to do was tell me, right? I can’t really take you out on dates if I don’t know you want to go.” You couldn’t fight the laugh, rubbing your eyes. 

“You better not be making fun of me.”

“Of course I am, but I’m also serious. Chinese or pizza?” he asked, grunting and laughing a bit as you threw your arms around his waist and slammed into his chest with a sigh. 

“Cuban.”

“Delko isn’t invited.” You laughed again, despite the embarrassment flooding your system as you buried your face in his lab coat. “Now, Cuban food, I can do.”

“Don’t ever change, Tim,” you smiled, as he hugged you back,.