#titans x reader

You wish you hadn’t said that. Based on the blank, owlish stares of your teammates, you’re not sure they’ll ever see you the same again. 

Leave it to Wally West to pipe up first. “You’re joking.” 

You shake your head, reaching for your half-empty cup of soda. The wide brim of the plastic helps hide the shame rushing to your face, your awkward, embarrassed smile comfortably hidden in the safety of a Solo Cup.

“You really think that?” It’s Garth that speaks next, quieter and more concerned than the speedster had been.

His eyes are stormy, lips pulled into a frown as he looks you up and down. You shrug weakly in response, discarding the cup back on the side table next to you. 

It had been a mistake to do this, really. Half of the team away on some mission to find one of Rachel’s demon half-brothers, and the world oddly quiet for a night, it was Roy who’d suggested you all hang out. You risk a glance at the redhead, manspreading on the couch with an arm slung just behind Dick’s shoulders.

It’s not entirely his fault. Sure, he’d been the one to suggest you hang out, but it was Wally who’d suggested the game of Never Have I ever. The game that had just trapped you three rounds into the game with one simple phrase: Never have I ever had sex.

You’d hoped to quietly shrink away while the guys talked about their own experiences, ready to shrug yours off with a sly smile and ‘a lady never tells.’

But Victor Stone is far too observant for that, and all too late did you see that look in his eyes before he asked you why you weren’t drinking. And cornered by the five men, alone in the Titans living room, you froze.

You couldn’t lie to them. Literally couldn’t lie to them, given Dick and Victor would notice the slight shifts in your behaviour. 

“I’ve done stuff,” you explained a little too quickly. “I just…never wanted anyone to see me like that.”

“Why?” Roy had asked.

It was a weak attempt at a self-depricating joke that brought on the stunned silence.

“Who would want all this?” You laughed, “I’ll spare them the trouble.”

And thus the silence had begun, each of the men in the room confused on how someone as gorgeous as you could be so insecure.

Garth still stares at you, not taking your shrug for an answer. His fingers are tight around his own cup, warping the plastic ever so slightly.

You cringe. “We really don’t need to talk about this, it was a joke and—”

“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Roy says, and something in the way he looks at you has changed. “I hope you know that.”

It’s so sickly sweet coming from him, coming from any of them, that it takes you aback. You can only nod awkwardly, letting your eyes flutter closed and taking another drink while you hope this conversation comes to an end.

It doesn’t.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” Wally declares, followed by a string of groans.

Dick grins wickedly. “What, you want to make out with me in a closet?” “Tempting,” he says, shooting Dick an equally wicked grin. “But not for us.”

You know what he means immediately, shrinking in on yourself more. The very thought of being locked in a dark closet with any one of your very hot, very kind teammates has your heart racing. A wave of dizziness crashes over you.

“Seriously, Wally,” your voice shakes, “it’s fine.”

And then he leans close to you, lips barely an inch from yours. “You don’t want to spend seven minutes with me?”

Heat pulses in the pit of your stomach, rushing through your veins and straight to your face. Wally’s gaze burns you, bores holes through your pupils until you’re forced to look away.

“Who said it would be you?”

He gasps, wounded, and settles back into his seat. Garth cracks a smile from next to you, the ghost of a flush on his cheeks. You take a breath, trying to calm your uneven heartbeat.

“Then who would it be?” Victor asks, and suddenly your mouth is impossibly dry.

You shrug weakly. “I-I don’t know.”

The thought of any of them having you like that, seeing you like that, has more hot shame shower over you. You cross your arms over your stomach and lean back into the couch cushions.

“We could spin a bottle?” Roy offers unhelpfully, and it’s only now that it dawns on you that they’re being serious.

“Spin a bottle?” You say reluctantly.

“Or you could choose.” He’s grinning ear to ear, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Up to you.”

You finish the rest of your soda and find yourself wishing there was something a little stronger in your cup. “Spin the bottle it is.” It’s five minutes later that you’re sitting in a circle on the floor, an empty protein shaker bottle laid out in front of you. The men look almost comical like this—criss crossed like a bunch of school kids, eagerly watching as you lean forward and spin the cup.

You flick it hard, watching as it spins, and spins and spins. It slows on Dick, turns to Victor. You hold your breath. It slows more, sputtering on Wally before finally landing on Garth.

Relief splashes over you like cold water on your face. If it had to be anyone, you’re glad it’s Garth. 

Wally crosses his arms over his chest, “lucky bastard.”

You pretend not to hear it.

You rise to your feet on shaky legs, Garth parroting the motion. The pantry—the designated ‘closet’ as Wally had declared it—stares at you mockingly. Each step feels weighted, like the floor is going to open and swallow you up right now. And part of you hopes it does.

Garth holds the door open for you, ushering you into the dark before following after and closing the door behind you. It’s a tight fit with the both of you, his broad shoulders blocking your only exit. You swallow.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I—we don’t have to do anything, you know? Not if you’re uncomfortable.”

“You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, taking a step towards you. “I hope you know that.”

A soft hand cups your chin, tilting your head to look at him. You gasp, lips parting just enough for him to brush over them with his thumb.His thumb dips between your lips, mouth instinctively closing around to suck on it.

He groans, a grin on his face. “You’re a natural, baby.” And then he’s popping his thumb out of your mouth and leaning in to kiss you, the salty taste of his skin flooding your mouth. One of his hands grips your hip while the other cups the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.

He juts a knee forward, angling you so you’re just barely resting on it. He grins it into you and you whimper, heat swelling in your clit, a new wetness spreading in your panties.

On instinct, you grind your hips down into him, little whines being swallowed up by Garth before anyone else can hear. He slides his hand up your side and under your shirt and bra, thumb swiping over your nipple.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles against your lips, trailing down to kiss along your jaw, “you make such pretty sounds.”

You tug at his hair, dark strands like silk between your fingers. Garth uses his leverage to grind your hips down harder, forcing you further down on his thigh. You moan, lewd and loud, echoing off the walls of the pantry.

Garth grins ear to ear, pulling his mouth away from where he’s been sucking on your neck and dropping to his knees in front of you. He’s quick to tug your pants down to your knees, kissing up your thighs. His thumb rubs circles on your clit, tongue greedily drinking up the wetness at your entrance.

You fist your hand in his hair, your other hand braced on the wall. YOu’re thankful for his strong hand on your hip still, knowing you would’ve dropped to the floor by now otherwise.

“You taste so good.”

“I-I do?”

He wraps his lips around your clit, nodding. “Mhm.” 

You let your eyes flutter closed, focusing only on the feeling of Garth’s tongue exploring your folds and the way your knees shake unbearably around his shoulders.

“So pretty and you taste so good,” he looks up at you through those dark lashes, face covered in your juices. “I feel so blessed to taste such a pretty girl.”

You part your lips, about to say something when there’s a loud banging at the door.

“Seven minutes is up!” Wally calls, and you resist the urge to cry, feeling on edge from having Garth’s face buried between your legs.

He smiles apologetically, planting a quick kiss to your temple. “Sorry.”

You take a minute to redress yourself and gather your bearings, somewhat embarrassed by your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips. It’s silent when you sit back down, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you.

You spin the bottle again, watching as it turns and turns, and lands right on Roy Harper. He tilts his head, red hair falling into his face, and flashes you that damn grin. Something warms in the pit of your stomach.

You’re shakier on your feet now, knees quivering with the fading pleasure of your ruined orgasm. Roy rests a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you back to the pantry, dipping his head down to mumble in your ear.

“You alright?” He asks, “we don’t have to do anything if you’re overwhelmed.”

You shake your head, fighting back the spinning in your head and the racing in your chest. “I-I wanna.”

His smile only grows, “atta girl.”

Roy ushers you into the pantry and closes the door behind you, cheekily winking at the other guys before sealing the two of you in the dark. He takes a step towards you, chest pressing into you and a hand cupping your cheek.

“So,” he says, not breaking eye contact, “where did you and Garth leave off, hm?”

There’s something in the way he’s looking at you, something intense and deep and new. You look at him through your lashes, swallowing away your last bit of shame.

“He was…eating me out.”

“Mhm, and did you like it?” You can only nod, your mouth impossibly dry. Roy leans in, dipping his head down to slip his tongue in your mouth and run it along the length of yours. His other hand slips down into your pants, fingers rubbing along your folds. 

You groan, Roy biting down on your lip and gently tugging. He slips a finger inside of you, the thickness of it making you clench down. Slowly, he pushes it all the way in and curls it into the sensitivity of your walls. You throw your head back, clawing at his shoulders. 

Roy grins against your mouth, “you like that, pretty girl?”

You nod, breathless and at a loss for words. Roy slips another finger inside of you, scissoring them to better spread you open.

“Tell me,” he kisses his way down to your neck, “use your words.Tell me how good it feels.”

“F-feels so good, Roy, fuck.”

He grin, grazing his incisors on the side of your neck. “So pretty for me,” he groans, pumping his fingers faster. “How could you possibly think someone wouldn’t wanna see this?” Roy snatches your wrist with his free hand, dragging it down until you’re cupping the growing hard on in his jeans. He groans at your touch, curling his fingers harshly into your walls.

“That’s how gorgeous you are,” he mumbles, sucking on your collarbone. “See what you do to me?” You swallow, whimpering. Roy drops your hand, tugging your pants and panties down to the floor. He lowers himself to his knees, looking up at you from between your legs before hooking one of your knees over his shoulder.

His tongue finds its way to your clit, swirling around it while his fingers thrust in and out of you. You feel that heat starting to build in your tummy, your hand fisting in Roy’s hair and tugging until he moans against your pussy.

You’re so lost in everything that you don’t hear anyone knock until Roy pulls away, frowning at you from the floor.

“Times up,” it’s Dick this time, and you swear you hear the smirk in his voice.

You blink away the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes and go to grab your pants only for Roy to snatch your panties away and stuff them in his pocket.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing those.”

“Roy!”

You pull up your pants, the seam rubbing against your poor, sensitive pussy. Roy stands in front of you, helping you adjust your clothes, strong hands rubbing the wrinkles from your shirt.

You’re thankful for Roy’s guidance coming out of the closet, your own limbs bending like jelly with every step. You barely feel their eyes on you anymore, every feeling drowned out by the throbbing in your pussy and the way your juices are dripping down your legs.

You’re about to settle back into your spot on the floor, the conversation they’re having sounding distant and underwater, when Wally grabs you and tugs you into his lap. You stumble and fall right into him, too weak and blissed out to make a snide comment or fight back.

He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Enjoying yourself?”

You hum in agreement, letting your head lull back and rest on his shoulder. He taps your face gently, “think you can keep going, baby?” You nod lazily, “need to cum.”

And then you’re spinning the bottle again, the colours a blur as it spins and spins and spins. You relax into Wally, feeling his hardness directly beneath your dripping pussy. You can’t help but rock your hips a little into him, trying to gain some friction.

The bottle slows to a stop right in front of Victor, who eyes the little rocking motions you’re making on Wally with a smile. Wally helps you to your feet, fingers hesitant to release your hips.

Vic half catches you in his arms, “someone’s eager.”

The cool metal of his body helps settle the scorching heat that’s had you sweating, his strong arms feeling like heaven around you. You grab at him desperately, the walk to the pantry a blur until he’s shutting the door and smashing his lips against yours.

Your hand trails down the metal of his torso until they reach the fabric of his pants, feeling around his crotchplate only to find he’s already loosened it. It clatters to the ground and then you’re wrapping your hand around his length, feeling how hard he already is for you.

Victor grabs at your ass, yanking down your pants and rubbing a thumb over your clit. You shiver, free hand pulling his head down so you can kiss him. The taste of his soda and something citrussy fills your mouth, the taste enough to make you whine.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans. “Need to fuck you.” You nod wordlessly, squeezing the base of his length. His hands reach for your hips and then he’s pulling you into his arms and slamming your back against the shelves of the pantry. Packages fall, the shelves shake but lucky for you, stay intact.

You reach a hand between your flushed bodies to guide his tip to your dripping entrance, already thoroughly prepped from Garth and Roy. He slides in easily, the thickness of his cock stinging a little as it stretches you out.

You rest your head on his shoulders, moaning into his ear as he rocks his hips and bottoms out inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Feels so good.”

“Vic, fuck, go faster.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He picks up the pace, every slam of his hips knocking the breath from your body and making your back ache from where it hits the shelves. You bite down on your lip in an attempt to suppress the sounds slipping through, but that only makes him slam his hips into you harder.

“Make such pretty sounds for me, baby.” He coos, “look so, so pretty like this.” You rake your nails down his shoulders, desperate for anything to ground you while he fucks the life out of your pussy. His cock fills you so perfectly. Hitting every spot inside of you until your eyes are rolling back and you’re sure you can’t take anymore.

“Take it so good, baby, fuck.” And maybe it’s his lewd words or the edging you’ve experienced tonight but that’s all it takes for you to be sent over the edge, your orgasm rolling over you. Your pussy clamps down hard around his cock and you bury your face into his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming.

You cum so hard it feels like you’ve been flashbanged, your vision and hearing falling away from you. You’re vaguely aware of a knock on the door and some talking, and then you’re being moved away from the darkness of the pantry and back to the soft glow of the living room.

Victor’s at your side now, tapping your face. “You still with us?” You nod weakly, giving him a shaky thumbs up.

“Think you can keep going?” It’s Dick who asks, sitting on your other side, obvious hard on through his jeans.

You swallow. “I-I want to keep going.”

He shakes his head, just once, and then he’s shimmying himself out of his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers. He taps the tip of it against your face, smearing his precum on your lips. You open your mouth, looking at him through your lashes while he slowly pushes himself inside.

The salty taste of him hits you immediately, followed by the stretch needed to take him into your mouth. Dick cups your chin, rubbing a thumb along the side of your mouth to get rid of any drool.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he says, “wish I could look at you forever.”

Someone lifts your hips slightly, slinging your legs over their shoulders and dipping their face between your legs. You squirm a little, pussy burning from the overstimulation. You blink a few times and just barely manage to make out Wally’s face between your legs.

He winks at you. “Enjoying the show?” You nod weakly, taking more of Dick in your mouth until he’s bottoming out in your throat. You gag, more drool and spit leaking out the corner of your mouth and dripping down your chin. He wipes it off with a smirk.

Wally’s tongue slips inside of you, lapping up the leftovers from your orgasm. His thumb rubs slow circles on your clit while his other hand is pressed against your stomach.

Dick pulls out for a minute, letting his cock hit your cheek and smearing spit along your skin. “Wally, switch.” And the redhead does what’s asked of him.

Dick lines his cock up with your entrance, a hand pressed over your stomach, while Wally rotates with him and rubs his hard cock against your mouth. Someone prods at your side and through your half-open eyes, you just barely make out Garth—hard and smiling sheepishly.

You grab his cock, squeezing the base a little too hard when Dick enters you in one, fluid motion. His cock makes you ache, the overstimulation already creeping up inside of you. You let your eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open to take Wally between your lips.

He slaps his cock on your tongue, taking his sweet time with you. The salty sweet taste of his precum lingers, the tip of his cock just barely nudging its way into your mouth. You look at him, hoping to shoot him an unimpressed look, only for Dick to snap his hips into yours hard.

Wally takes advantage of the moan that leaves your lips and pushes his cock further into your mouth. He uses his thumb to wipe up the spare drool leaking from the corner of your lips.

“You’re real cute, you know that?” “So cute,” Dick agrees, grunting.

One of Dick’s hands finds the backs of your legs, slinging them over your shoulder and pressing himself into you until your legs are folded into your chest. He’s so deep like this, leaving you so full that it’s hard to breathe. Your eyes flutter shut again as you try to focus on the feeling of Wally’s cock in your mouth, Dick in your pussy and Garth in your hand.

In, out, suck, stroke. You fall into a steady rhythm with them, every thrust making you just a little sloppier, a little more distracted. That familiar knot in your stomach builds much quicker this time, bursting at the seams until you’re coming undone with a loud whine.

Wally pulls his cock out, slapping it against your cheek and letting you breathe through your orgasm. It takes you a minute to come back to yourself, Dick fucking you through it slowly. 

You blink at him with teary eyes. “Fuck.”

Garth wipes the sweat from your forehead. “How’s our pretty girl doing?” “G-good.”

“Good enough to keep going?” Wally asks, and you nod.

It’s a mess of hands and movement from there, Wally somehow getting beneath you and slipping his cock inside your pussy. Garth lays on top of you, positioning his own cock at your entrance.

You cringe, unsure if you’ll be able to even take both of them at once. Garth smiles sweetly, petting your cheek as he squeezes his way inside of you.

“That’s it, good girl. You can take it. Almost there.”

You’re sure you could cum from his words alone, your head spinning with the pleasure of it all. It’s a struggle but somehow, he manages to slip his cock inside of you. 

Garth and Wally start out slow, rotating thrusts so that you’re always stuffed full of cock. Roy stands next to your mouth, prodding your moan-opened lips with his cock.

You open wide, letting him slip his cock inside and slowly bottom out in your throat. Dick stands by his side, stroking his own cock while he watches. Roy pulls out and suddenly Dick is slipping himself inside, pressing his tip to the back of your throat before pulling out and letting Roy take his turn.

Victor grabs your hand and wraps it around his length, helping you get into a rhythm of jerking him off. You gag on Roy’s cock, more spit and drool coming from your lips only to be wiped up by the tip of Dick’s cock, slipping into your mouth once Roy pulls his away.

Beneath you, Wally and Garth have found a perfect rhythm, slamming their cocks deep inside of you. The friction makes you ache, Garth’s hand pressed firmly into your pelvis making you feel them even more. It would hurt if you hadn’t already came twice, if they hadn’t already taken their sweet time prepping you.

“So messy,” Roy teases, slapping your cheek with his cock.

“A pretty mess,” Dick corrects him.

Roy slips his cock back into your mouth, bottoming out. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, bobbing your head as much as you can while your pussy is attacked by the two other men. 

The world around you becomes a blur until Roy is cumming on your face, sticking his cock in your mouth so you can swallow the rest. You look at him while he cums, eyes teary and face a mess from them fucking you, and it only makes him cum harder.

Your head lulls to the side, taking deep breaths before Victor is replacing Roy’s cock in your mouth and Dick is grabbing your hand to jerk himself off.

It’s Wally that finishes next, your pussy too tight with both of them stuffed inside you that he can’t pull out. Hot ropes of it fill you, flooding your womb and dripping through the gaps between their cocks and your pussy. You gasp at the feeling, clenching down around them as your own orgasm hits.

You suck hard on Victor’s cock while you cum, grateful for something to distract you from the burning feeling flooding your body. He grabs the back of your head and pulls it down, holding you still while he finishes in your throat. You swallow it greedily, half aware and dripping wet while Garth still fucks into you.

Dick taps your cheek, turning your head and sticking his cock into your mouth. He groans at the feeling, “doing so good, baby. Almost there. Almost.”

Garth must have finished sometime when you were cumming, your pussy suddenly so full it aches. Him and Wally have gone still inside you, neither one wanting to pull out.

Dick bottoms out inside your throat and then he’s cumming, too, hot strands filling your mouth until you swallow it all in one big gulp. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Did so fucking good baby,” he gasps. “So good.”

There’s a chorus of agreements that are all drowned out by how fuzzy your head feels, the world around you hot and blurry.

Slowly, the mess of bodies disappears until Garth is pulling out, cum gushing from your pussy and dripping down your thighs. He pulls you up into his arms, holding you steady so that Wally can get up. You stumble, falling into him, tired enough you’re sure you could sleep for a thousand years.

He kisses the top of your head. “How are you feeling?” “Tired,” you admit, and he laughs softly.

Wally sandwiches you between him and Garth, kissing your temple. “You did so good, baby. Let’s get you some water and then we’ll clean you up, hm?”

It’s an hour later that you’ve been fed, hydrated and wiped clean that Victor’s carrying you to bed. Despite the ache between your thighs and in your jaw, despite the way they’d ravaged you only an hour earlier, you can’t help but think that there’s no place you’d rather be.

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It wasn't that Garfield went into heat, so to speak. But at certain times of the year, your boyfriend could be... a lot. In the beginning, Garfield had tried to hide it, leading to you thinking he was growing distant and ignoring you. 

Of course, that was cleared up when you found Garfield looking like he was possessed, writhing on his bed, toes curling, back arching, as he huffed your sweaty hero suit, the one you swore the washing machine ate last week. 

When you two finally got around to talking, Garfield had been so flustered that you swore he was gonna pass out. Apparently, it wasn't that he wanted to knock you up, or get knocked up, you just drove him crazy, and his instincts were harder to control sometimes. 

Thats how it had been in the beginning anyways, but as you guys older, Garfield's “time of the year” became more obvious and time consuming. When Garfield started barricading you guys' room at the tower, growling at any of your friends got too close, you decided you two needed your own place. 

Garfield will claim that he doesn't need anything except for an old shirt, maybe your boxers, and he's right as rain. But it's clear that it just isn't enough, it feels that way anyways as your green boyfriend starts salivating all over your neck as he grinds against you. 

It's kinda cute, in its own wet and messy way. Even when Garfield straddles your back so he can jerk off all over your spine, his chest rumbling loudly as he rubs his cum into your skin. And then licks you all over, which ends up with Garfield snuffling into your armpits and licking you there too. 

“It's not normally my cup of tea, but babe, you just smell so good” is what he will say afterwards. It's not like you mind getting your armpits licked by a guy rutting against your ass, a guy who can shapeshift different parts of his body.  

Normally Garfield is a bit shyer about change certain... body parts, when you guys are in bed together. But when mating season comes around, Garfield seems so ready to change the shape of his cock, his personal favorite is anything with a knot, so he can be tied deep inside you for longer. 

Garfield is the type of guy who's got a high libido on any normal day, but it gets kicked up a notch during spring. Hes too nice of a guy to just mount you and fuck you in your sleep, even if you guys have talked about it. Instead, Garfield will lay there stripping at his knotted cock, his teeth dug into the pillow hard enough to rip it, as he spurts all over his torso and the bed. 

When you finally wake up from all his movements, your boyfriend starts whining, looking at you with the wettest puppy eyes you have ever seen. Sometimes Garfield will be happy with just your hand, if you are too tired, he will even hold it closed to you. He just needs a hole of yours to rut into, to pop his knot into until his vision goes white. 

Other times Garfield rolls on top of you, nuzzling at your neck and chin, lapping at your skin with a tongue that changes texture every night. Sometimes it's rough like sandpaper, other time it's so long and flexible it feels like a tentacle. 

It's not that your boyfriend loses control he just gets too into it, sometimes. Especially if its far enough along and Garfield has been trying to hold himself back, to be a normal person, or as normal as a guy with green skin can be. 

After dating for as long as you have, you are smart enough to be ready. It means your morning routine is longer than usual, as you open yourself and prepare for whatever Garfield may throw at you. 

And maybe you tease him at times, because it's really hot to be shoved down to the floor, or down face first into your bed so he can rip your pants off and mount you, claws poking into your skin but not puncturing, just yet, as Garfield pants so hard you fear he may pass out. 

Along the line you both figure out some part of his animal brain likes when you call him a stud. You said it one time as a joke when he was rubbing his cock against your hip, smearing precum all over your skin. His shaft had throbbed and oozed so much you thought he had cum, only for Garfield to look at you like a lion looks at a piece of meat. 

Behind him, the red-haired archer shifts his weight, bow still strapped to his back, he flashes you a crooked grin despite the water dripping from his chin. “Yeah, we’re not picky. Even a couch would be great. We’re kinda desperate here, miss.”

The two women beside them are stunning. One has dark hair and powerful legs that make your undead heart flutter.. The other is literally glowing faintly, orange-gold skin and flowing red hair that somehow still looks perfect even soaked. 

You let the black silk of your robe slip just a little off one pale shoulder, exposing the delicate line of your collarbone. You tilt your head, letting your crimson eyes linger on each of them with open hunger.

“Poor things,” you purr, voice all velvety. “All wet and cold. Come inside, darlings. My manor is big and lonely, I have more than enough room for all of you.”

Dick raises an eyebrow but his gaze drops to your exposed shoulder for half a second. “Are you sure? We don’t want to impose.”

You step back gracefully, opening the heavy door wider. Warm golden light from the hallway spills out over them. “Impose? Oh no. It’s been ages since I’ve had such captivating company.” You smile, letting the tips of your fangs peek just enough to look playful instead of threatening. You tell them your name before saying: “You are all very welcome here.”

They file in one by one, boots leaving wet prints on the marble floor. They introduce themselves, and you memorize their names as fast as you desire them. Roy whistles softly as he looks around at the grand staircase and crystal chandeliers. “Nice place. Kinda gothic, but in a hot way.”

Koriand’r shakes her wet hair, sending droplets flying and beams at you with an innocent smile that makes your stomach tighten with want. “Thank you so much! You are very kind. On my planet we always offer shelter to travelers, it is an honor.”

Donna nods, strong arms crossed under her chest. “We really appreciate it. The storm took out comms and everything, we just need a few hours.”

You close the door behind them with a soft click that sounds almost final. The storm howls outside but inside it is warm, scented with jasmine, you let your robe sway as you walk ahead of them, hips moving slow.

“Follow me, loves. The living room has a fire going, but I’m afraid the guest rooms are all… under renovation right now.” You glance back over your shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “There is only one bed that is truly ready. It is very big. Enormous, actually. Plenty of room for all of us to stay warm and comfortable together.”

Roy chokes on nothing. “One bed? Like… one really big bed?”

“Mhm.” You trail your fingers along the banister as you lead them upstairs. “Silk sheets, plenty of pillows. I don’t mind sharing at all, in fact, I would quite enjoy it.” Your voice drops to a husky whisper. “I get so cold at night, you see. It would be nice to have some warm bodies close by.”

Dick rubs the back of his neck, cheeks a little flushed even as he laughs. “You’re really forward, aren’t you?”

“Life is too short for shyness, darling.” You pause on the stairs, turning to face them fully. The robe parts just enough to reveal the smooth skin of your thigh. “And I have lived long enough to know what I want when I see it. All four of you… so strong, so beautiful. How could I resist offering everything I have?”

Koriand’r tilts her head, curious and clearly flattered. “You think we are beautiful? Even all wet and messy like this?”

“Especially like this,” you murmur, stepping closer to her. You reach up and gently push a strand of wet hair from her face, letting your cool fingers linger on her warm cheek. “You glow, darling. And you,” you turn to Donna, “look like sunlight I could drink.”

Donna clears her throat but you catch the way her lips curve. “You’re dangerous, woman.”

“Very,” you agree with a soft laugh, fangs flashing again. “But the good kind of dangerous. The kind that will keep you warm and safe tonight.”

You push open the double doors to your master bedroom. The room is huge, dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in black and crimson silk, big enough for all of you and more. Candles flicker to life around the room at your silent command, casting everything in a romantic glow. A large fireplace crackles in the corner.

“Here we are,” you say, spreading your arms. “Make yourselves comfortable. Clothes can dry by the fire or you can borrow robes like mine. Though I must admit, I would not complain if you chose to wear nothing at all.”

Roy lets out a low laugh, already peeling off his wet gloves. “You don’t hold back, do you?”

“Never.” You sit on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs so the robe rides higher. “Come here, all of you. Let me help you get warm. I have very talented hands and lips.”

Donna blushes but floats closer. “You’re really something else.”

Dick sits beside you first, cautious but intrigued, his thigh brushing yours. “So… how long have you lived here alone?”

“Too long,” you sigh, dropping yourself on the bed, with your arms open and your robe slightly open on the chest. “But tonight the manor feels alive again. Let the storm rage outside while we make our own heat in here.”

Donna settles on your other side, strong and steady. Koriand’r curls up near the pillows like an affectionate cat and Roy sprawls at the foot of the bed with his cocky grin.

You stretch languidly between them, silk whispering against your skin. “Tell me everything about your lost team later,” you say, voice like velvet over steel. “For now… let me take care of you. Starting with these wet clothes.”

You’re up again, your fingers already trace the edge of Dick’s suit, eyes dark with promise. You find the zipper easily, looking at him deep in the eyes before sliding it until his back is exposed to his teammates. 

“Have they ever seen you like this, Dick?” you ask softly, your long nails scratching his back as you free him completely from the suit. He’s just wearing the tiniest underwear possible for a man. 

“Some of them, yeah,” he whispers, not really turning to see them although he can feel the needy looks in their eyes. 

“Who?” You’re very curious for his answer, a strong and handsome man like him might have lots of suitors. 

“Ah, Kori and… Roy too,” he confesses, lowering his gaze only to find his throbbing dick against it. 

You look at them from your shoulder, Roy is already palming himself through his suit, completely shameless as Kori is turning a deeper shade of orange in her cheeks and ears. “Why don’t you turn around for us to see you,” you suggest, pulling his elbow so he stands up. 

He obeys easily, spending just a fraction of a second before turning on his heels. His body is beautiful, toned and perfect, broad shoulders and big ass with some cute stretch marks. And his neck is a dream, big and strong, you can perfectly see all the muscles and all the best places to bite him. 

You slide deeper on the bed, settling between Donna and Kori, also closer to Roy. Now, you focus your attention on them, because it’s going to be way easier to play with them. 

“Isn’t he pretty, Roy?” He nods instantly, body moving towards him on instinct. He still has his hand on his crotch, just rubbing against it for some sort of pleasure. “Kori?” You turn your head towards her, asking for her opinion. 

“The prettiest,” she says, pressing her thighs together. Your hand grabs one of them at that moment parting them enough to see the wet spot on her purple suit, definitely not for the rain. 

“Roy, darling, why don’t you get up and help Dick to get rid of his underwear?” You let the question fall at the same time your hand slips between Kori’s thighs, just cupping her sex. “And then get yourself naked too, yeah?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He’s already getting up, giving Dick a look before sliding his underwear, his cock slipping hard and free. 

Dick whines at the moment, the tip of his cock is shiny with precum but he’s already busy helping Roy out of his gear. The neediness makes him get rid of his clothes easily, both of the men are already naked in less than a minute, a minute you spent teasing Kori through her clothes and neglecting Donna.

You smile as the two men stand there completely bare, their bodies flushed with heat and arousal. Dick’s cock is hard and curving up against his stomach, already leaking, while Roy’s is thick and flushed darker at the tip. They both look so eager, breathing a little faster, eyes flicking between you and each other.

“Mmm, look at you two,” you purr as you slide your fingers deeper between Kori’s thighs, pressing the soaked fabric of her suit against her. She lets out a breathy sound that makes you ache. “So hard already. But I want to see more.”

You glance over at them, eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight. “Dick, darling. Roy. Come here closer.” They step toward the bed obediently. You lick your lips. “Kiss each other, I want to watch those pretty mouths while I take care of our girls.”

Roy’s grin turns filthy. “Yes, ma’am.” He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing Dick by the back of the neck and pulling him in. Their lips meet with a wet sound, Dick moans into it, hands sliding down Roy’s back to grab his ass, pulling their hips together so their cocks rub against each other. The sight is delicious. You hum happily and turn your full attention to the women beside you. Donna is watching the boys with hungry eyes, her powerful thighs pressed tight together. Kori is practically squirming under your hand, that pretty orange blush spreading down her neck.

“Such good boys,” you whisper, then lean in to kiss Donna first. Your cool lips brush hers, teasing, before you deepen it and she kisses back harder than you expected, one big hand cupping the back of your head. When you pull away, you smile against her mouth. “Let me undress you, beautiful. I’ve been dying to see what’s under this.”

Your fingers find the hidden clasps of her suit, peeling the wet material down her shoulders with deliberate slowness. Inch by inch you reveal her, kissing every new bit of skin you uncover. Her full breasts spill free, nipples already tight and you lean down to drag your tongue over one. Donna gasps, arching into your mouth.

“Fuck…” she breathes, voice husky.

You laugh softly, teeth her skin just enough to make her shiver but not break it. “Patience, sweetheart. I’m only getting started.”

Beside her, Kori is watching with wide green eyes, lips parted. You turn to her next, sliding your hand out from between her thighs only to start unzipping her top. “Your turn, my glowing star. Arms up for me.”

She obeys instantly, lifting her arms so you can pull the purple fabric over her head. Her breasts are perfect, round and flushed that lovely orange-gold, nipples a darker shade that makes your mouth water. You cup them both, thumbs circling slowly while you kiss her neck.

“You’re so warm,” you murmur against her skin. “I could drink you in for hours.” Kori whimpers, pressing closer, her hands tangling in your long dark hair.

While you work, the sounds of Dick and Roy making out fill the room, wet and desperate. You glance over to see Roy has Dick’s lower lip between his teeth, one hand stroking both their cocks together. Dick is panting, hips rolling forward.

“Don’t stop kissing,” you command softly. “Let me hear how much you want each other.”

Roy breaks the kiss just long enough to grin at you. “He tastes good. You're gonna join us later, pretty girl?”

“Perhaps,” you tease, then focus back on the girls. You tug Donna’s suit the rest of the way down her muscular legs, leaving her completely naked. Her body is a work of art, strong and curvy, you run your cool hands up her thighs, spreading them gently. “So beautiful. Both of you.”

Kori lifts her hips to help you strip the rest of her suit off. When she’s bare too, you push them both back against the silk pillows, settling between them. Your robe slips open completely now, breasts and smooth skin on full display.

You kiss Donna again, deeper this time, while your hand slides between Kori’s thighs, fingers stroking her slick folds directly. She’s incredibly wet, hot against your cool skin and she moans loudly into your mouth when you circle her clit.

“Ahh, ahhh… that feels so good,” Kori gasps, hips bucking.

Donna’s hand finds your breast, squeezing, her thumb brushing your nipple. “You’re freezing and it’s driving me crazy,” she admits, voice rough. “Don’t stop touching her. I like watching.”

You smile and kiss your way down Kori’s chest, taking one nipple into your mouth while your fingers keep working between her legs. With your other hand you reach for Donna, sliding two fingers through her wetness too. She’s soaked as well, strong thighs trembling just a little.

The boys are still at it, tongues and soft groans mixing with the girls’ sweet sounds. Roy has Dick pushed against the bedpost now, grinding against him while they kiss like they’re starving.

You pull back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “That’s it, boys. Keep each other hard for me. But don’t cum yet, I want all of you desperate tonight.”

Dick breaks the kiss with a whine, looking over at you with blown pupils. “You’re evil.”

“Very,” you purr, then suck a mark onto Kori’s breast, cool tongue soothing it right after. “But you all love it.”

You shift lower, kissing down Donna’s toned stomach while your fingers never stop moving on both women. Kori is panting, glowing brighter, one hand reaching out to tangle with Donna’s. The Amazon leans over and kisses Starfire messily, swallowing her moans while you explore lower.

You smile against Donna’s warm skin, your cool breath raising goosebumps across her stomach. The boys are still tangled together, breathing hard, their cocks shiny and throbbing from all that rubbing and kissing. Perfect. You pull back slowly, licking your lips and look up at them with heavy eyes full of promise.

“Enough teasing each other for now, darlings,” you purr. “Come closer. I want you to watch this.”

You slide down the huge bed, settling right between Donna and Kori. With gentle but firm hands you spread their legs wide, opening them up so their pretty pussies are on full display. Kori’s folds are slick and glistening, flushed a deeper orange-gold that makes her practically glow. Donna’s are swollen with need, her strong thighs flexing under your touch. Both of them are dripping, the scent of their arousal thick and sweet in the warm air.

“Look at them, boys,” you say, glancing over your shoulder with a seductive little smile. “Look how pretty their pussies are, so wet and needy already. Doesn’t it make you ache?”

Dick’s eyes darken as he stares, his cock twitching hard. “F-fuck…”

Roy lets out a rough breath, hand wrapping loosely around himself without stroking. “They look delicious. You’re killing us here.”

You laugh softly, a velvety sound that fills the candlelit room. “Good. I want you desperate. Now come here. Dick, my sweet boy, I want you to help me with Kori’s pretty pussy. Roy, you get Donna’s. Use your mouths and tongues only. No fingers inside and definitely no cocks yet. Those are all for me later.”

Kori whimpers at your words, hips shifting restlessly. “Y/N… please…”

Donna’s hand fists the crimson sheets. “You’re so bossy,” she says, but her voice is husky with want, legs staying nice and open for you.

You grin and lean down first, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over Kori’s clit. She moans loud and pretty, back arching. At the same time you reach for Donna with one hand, rubbing slow circles around her clit with your thumb while you wait for the boys.

Dick crawls onto the bed beside you, eyes locked on Kori’s spread pussy. “Like this?” he asks. He leans in without waiting for an answer, licking a long stripe up her folds, tongue flicking over her clit. You keep your fingers circling Kori’s clit as Dick fucks her with her tongue. Kori’s glowing brighter, soft words spilling from her lips as she grabs at the sheets.

“Oh… oh yes, that feels amazing,” she gasps, one hand tangling in Dick’s dark hair, the other trying to reach you. “Your fingers are so cold, it makes everything tingle.”

Roy doesn’t need telling twice. He settles on your other side, big hands gripping Donna’s powerful thighs as he buries his face between them. 

“Been wanting a taste of you for a while, Donna,” he murmurs, then licks into her with enthusiasm, sucking gently on her clit before dragging his tongue lower. Donna groans, low and deep, hips rolling up to meet his mouth.

You use your fingers on both of the girls at the same time, getting a perfect view of them getting whiny and the boys rutting against the bed.

“Fuck, Roy… just like that,” Donna breathes, one strong hand pushing his red hair back so she can watch him. Her cheeks are flushed, breasts rising and falling fast.

You sit up a little and run your hands over both women’s stomachs. “See how they’re dripping for us? So beautiful. Keep licking them nice and slow, boys.”

Dick looks up at you, lips wet, pupils blown wide. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“Immensely,” you purr, leaning over to kiss him deep and filthy so he can taste both you and Kori. Then you do the same to Roy, savoring the mix of Donna’s flavor on his tongue. “Mmm, you two are such good helpers. Look at their pretty pussies all shiny now.”

Kori is panting, thighs trembling around your shoulders. “Y/N… Dick… I need more. Please, I’m so hot…”

Donna nods, biting her lip hard as Roy sucks on her clit again. “Same. You’re all driving me crazy.”

You laugh softly and slide your hands up to cup their breasts, pinching their nipples lightly while the boys keep worshipping their pussies with eager mouths. Your own body is aching with need, cool skin flushed with desire as you watch your four beautiful heroes falling apart under your control.

You lean down again, alternating long licks between Kori and Donna’s breasts. “That’s it, my loves,” you whisper between kisses and licks. 

Your desire for blood is increasing, all of them so strong and so big, having them at your merciness is making your dead body shake with want. Every time they twist their neck, you can hear each muscle tensing, each opportunity to grab them and bite them. 

You work them faster, your fingers dancing over their clits while Dick and Roy devour them with hungry mouths. Kori starts glowing so bright the whole bed looks like it is lit from within. Her thighs shake hard around Dick’s head as she cries out.

“I’m close, I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she whimpers, voice breaking sweetly.

Donna is right there with her, strong body arching, one hand gripping your hair tight. “Yes, fuck, right there, Roy, I’m gonna…”

They cum at the same time, beautiful and loud. Kori’s whole body lights up like a star, moaning your name as she floods Dick’s tongue. Donna groans deep and throaty, thighs clamping around Roy’s head while she pulses against his mouth. You keep stroking them through it, savoring every twitch and gasp until they collapse back against the pillows, breathing hard and glowing with satisfaction.

Roy crawls up the bed toward you, eyes desperate. “Babe, please. I need to fuck you. I can’t wait anymore. Let me inside you, baby, I’m begging.”

You smile. “Yes, Roy. Come here. All of you can do anything you want with me now. I am yours tonight.”

Roy doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your hips, turning you onto your back in the middle of the massive bed. You spread your legs for him, cool, slick and ready. He pushes inside you in one smooth thrust, groaning loud at how tight and cold you feel around his hot cock.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he gasps, starting to move, deep and steady.

At the same time Donna slides down between your bodies, her warm tongue finding your clit while Roy fucks you. The contrast makes you moan, head falling back. Dick moves to your chest, hands and mouth playing with your breasts, sucking on your nipples until they harden under his tongue. Kori cups your face, kissing you deeply, her warm mouth moving against yours before trailing soft kisses down your neck.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Roy’s thick cock stretching you, Donna’s eager tongue on your clit, Dick’s hands squeezing and teasing your tits, Kori’s soft lips worshipping your skin. You writhe between them, silk sheets sliding under your back.

But the need to bite becomes unbearable.

Every time Kori kisses your neck you feel her pulse fluttering under your lips. Dick’s strong shoulders are right there, veins standing out as he leans over you. Roy’s neck is exposed while he thrusts, muscles flexing. Donna’s warm breath ghosts over your thigh. Your fangs throb. Your mouth waters. The hunger is a living thing inside you now, sharp and demanding.

You pull Kori back into a messy kiss, moaning into her mouth as Roy hits that perfect spot inside you. “You all taste so good,” you whisper against her lips, voice trembling with restraint. “I want to bite you… just enough to taste.”

Dick’s hands freeze on your breasts. Donna lifts her head from between your thighs, eyes wide. Kori pulls back, blinking in confusion, her glowing cheeks still flushed. Roy slows his thrusts but stays buried deep inside you, staring down at you with a puzzled frown.

“Wait… bite?” Dick says, voice a little breathless. 

Kori tilts her head, looking adorably lost. “Are you hungry, perhaps?”

Donna’s strong hand rests on your thigh, thumb stroking gently, but her eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re not joking, are you?”

You can see the mix of confusion and worry flash across their faces, it is almost cute how they try to understand. You sit up a little, Roy still inside you, and smile slowly. Then you let your lips part, showing them your fangs fully. They gleam sharp and white in the candlelight, longer than normal human teeth, impossible to mistake for anything else.

Roy is the first to break the silence, his cock twitches hard inside you as a filthy grin spreads across his face.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans, voice rough with lust. “You can bite me.”

You laugh softly and reach up to pull him down into a deep kiss. “Good boy,” you purr against his lips. “I knew you would understand.”

Dick still looks a little stunned but his hands start moving again, reverent as he touches your breasts. “You’re… a vampire?”

“Yes, darling,” you say, turning your head to look at him while Roy starts thrusting again, deep and steady. “I have been for a very long time. And right now I am starving for all of you.”

Kori’s eyes light up with fascination instead of fear. She leans in closer, brushing her warm fingers over your cheek. “Does it hurt when you bite? Or does it feel good?”

“It feels so good,” you promise, voice seductive as you trail a nail down her neck. “Like the best kind of pleasure mixed with a little sting. I will make it nice for you, my glowing star.”

Donna watches you for another moment, then smirks, that confident Amazon fire returning to her eyes. “Alright. If Roy is offering first, I’m not backing down either. Just don’t drain us dry.”

You moan as Roy picks up speed, his hips snapping against yours. The wet sounds of him fucking you fill the room again, mixed with Donna’s tongue returning to your clit. You pull Dick closer until his neck is right there, pulsing under your lips.

“May I?” you whisper, fangs grazing his skin.

Dick shivers but nods, voice husky. “Yeah… fuck, go ahead.”

You sink your fangs into his neck gently, careful not to be too rough. The rush of his warm, sweet blood floods your mouth and you moan loudly against his skin. Dick gasps, hips jerking, one hand tightening in your hair as pleasure clearly hits him hard.

“Oh shit,” he breathes, “that feels… way better than I expected.”

Roy groans at the sight, fucking you harder. “My turn next, pretty girl. Don’t forget me.”

You lick the small marks on Dick’s neck lovingly, then turn to Kori, kissing her deeply so she can taste a hint of Dick’s blood on your tongue. She whimpers into your mouth, glowing brighter. Donna keeps licking you with renewed hunger, clearly turned on by all of it.

The pleasure builds fast now. Roy’s cock driving into you, Donna’s tongue, Dick’s hands, Kori’s kisses and the sweet taste of blood on your lips. Your body tightens, cold skin flushing with stolen heat as you get closer and closer.

“Bite me while you cum,” Roy begs, voice strained. “I want to feel it.”

You smile against Kori’s lips, fangs ready, lost in the heat of your four beautiful heroes. Roy keeps thrusting into you, his thick cock hitting that perfect spot every time. The wet slap of skin fills the big bedroom, mixing with your soft moans and the crackle of the fireplace. Donna’s tongue is relentless on your clit, flicking and sucking in time with Roy’s movements. Dick has your breasts in his hands, squeezing them together so he can lick and suck on both nipples at once. Kori keeps kissing you messily, her tongue dancing with yours, then moving to your neck, sucking lightly on your cool skin.

It is all too much. Your body is trembling, every nerve on fire even though your skin stays cold.

“Roy… harder,” you gasp, breaking away from Kori’s mouth for just a second. “I am so close.”

“Fuck yes,” Roy groans, gripping your hips tighter and pounding into you faster. “Cum for me, pretty.”

You turn your head toward him, eyes glowing bright crimson, your fangs are fully extended now, sharp and aching. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your belly until it snaps.

You cum hard with a broken cry that echoes through the manor. “Ahh! Roy… yes!” Your voice comes out high and desperate, a scream as your walls clench tight around his cock. Your whole body shakes, back arching clean off the silk sheets. You are a complete mess, thighs quivering, cool slick dripping down onto the bed as they keep touching and fucking you through it.

Donna does not stop licking your clit, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you are whimpering. Dick pinches your nipples harder, sucking bruises onto your breasts. Kori kisses you again, swallowing your loud moans while her warm hands stroke your sides.

Right in the middle of your orgasm, you grab the back of Roy’s neck and yank him down to you. Your fangs sink deep into the side of his strong neck as you cum. The rush of his hot blood floods your mouth, rich and sweet and full of life. Roy lets out a rough moan, hips stuttering as he keeps thrusting through your clenching pussy.

“Shit… mmph!” he growls, voice cracking with pleasure. “That feels so fucking good. Bite harder, baby, take what you want.”

You moan loudly against his neck, drinking just enough to feel that warm buzz spread through your cold body. Your orgasm goes on and on, made even stronger by the taste of him. You are so loud, crying out against his skin, body writhing like you cannot control it. Tears of pure pleasure slip from the corners of your eyes as they keep going. Roy does not slow down, fucking you through every aftershock. Donna’s tongue keeps swirling, Dick’s mouth is greedy on your tits and Kori keeps kissing every inch of you she can reach.

When you finally pull your fangs from Roy’s neck, you lick the two perfect puncture marks lovingly, making sure not a single drop is wasted. Roy is panting above you, eyes half-lidded, a dazed but happy grin on his face.

“Damn… best orgasm I’ve ever had,” he laughs breathlessly, still rocking into you slowly, not ready to pull out yet.

You are a complete wreck on the bed, chest heaving, your lips are shiny with Roy’s blood, cheeks flushed with stolen warmth and your body keeps twitching with little aftershocks.

“Mmm… thank you, my darlings,” you purr, voice hoarse from how loud you were. You reach up to stroke Roy’s cheek, then glance at the others with hungry, satisfied eyes. “You made me feel so good after a long time.”

Dick leans down and kisses you, tasting Roy’s blood on your tongue without hesitation. “You’re incredible,” he whispers against your mouth.

Kori nuzzles into your neck, glowing softly. “Can I be next? I want to feel your bite while you touch me.”

You laugh, sinking deeper into the bed and seeing how Roy and Dick were switching places, Donna was playing with your fingers close to her soaked pussy and Kori was purring into your chest. The possibility of keep biting them and keeping them in your bed forever sounds so good at this moment.

۪ ᘞ ˙

Genuinely enjoys texting you. Unlike some of his family who are distant or sarcastic over messages, Dick likes keeping in touch. He doesn’t just text to confirm plans, he asks about your day, your lunch, what’s annoying you, and small little things you might not even think are important. He’ll check in randomly just to hear from you.

Grammar isn’t his priority. He capitalizes normally most of the time but will often skip periods, use casual punctuation, or start sentences with lowercase because he’s relaxed. He’s not formal; he texts like he talks.

Emoji usage is literal but endearing. He doesn’t throw random fire or heart emojis at everything. If he sends 🍕, he literally wants pizza. If he sends 🐶, he’s referencing a dog he saw or a joke. Has fallen victim to using 😂😂😂 to express laughter.

Abbreviates sometimes, but not excessively. He’ll use “lol,” “lmao,” or “brb” sparingly. Otherwise, he writes out his thoughts in full because he likes showing you effort.

Asks about your day consistently. A typical morning text: “Morning ☀️ how’d you sleep? Coffee yet?” He genuinely wants to know and will follow up: “And how’s that annoying coworker today? Did they bother you or nah?”

He loves inside jokes, tagging you in memes or TikTok trends he knows you’ll laugh at.

He’s not clingy, but he likes to keep the conversation alive. He doesn’t over-text or flood your phone, but he makes sure you feel valued. He’ll send messages like, “I was thinking about you all day :)” or “Can’t wait to see you tonight.”

He’s consistent. Unlike his brothers, he doesn’t randomly ghost or leave you on read for days. If he’s busy, he’ll text something like “Busy rn, but thinking about you ❤️” so you’re not left worrying.

Uses parentheses casually. Sometimes he adds asides mid-text, like: “I went to grab a snack (chocolate, obviously) and thought of you 😏”

Rarely sends one-word replies. He likes to put thought and tone into texts. Even a short “Okay” or “Lol” is almost always part of a playful follow-up.

POSTED 11/12/2025.

𓎢𓎟  ⸝⸝  masterlist  .ᐟ  𝜗𝜚

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“I’m serious Tim! I’m really not sure how it got to this point. But last night …”

One moment you bumped into Red Robin, star struck and nervous, you anxiously beg for a photo with him.

Next minute, he has your hips tilted up in a sharp angle, his own hips snapping sporadically into your bouncing ass as you sputter and beg for Red Robin to cum in you.

The unequivocally pleasure he’s pounding into you, has you unbothered at being on your hands and knees in some dirty back alley.

The nerves in your body fizz and spark as your overstimulated organ begins to clench tightly, you thighs become uncomfortably wet, but the sensation of Red Robin bullying his cock into you swollen g-spot has you brain dead.

All words fall flat on your limp tongue. Your ears acutely listening to the harmonious moans and groans sloppily pouring out of Red Robins mouth.

Looking over your shoulder you see Red Robins head tilted toward the heavens, the last few strangled gasps escaping as his thrust speed up. The image filled your stomach with prideful glee. The sound that escaped him was ungodly.

With a final thrust, he unloads his entire being into you.

You never wanted someone to cum so badly before. His performance had you orgasming so many times, you had lost count.

A tiny sense of sadness edged into you brain at the realisation that you may never feel the same level of pleasure again.

“And that’s what happened in my dream.” You finished off your detailed rendition of your nightly escapade with the vigilante of your dreams. “Man, oh man, I wished that would happen in real life.” You sigh, taking a long sip of your tea before noticing Tim is sitting abnormally still and red faced. “Uh Tim are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?” You instantly cringed to yourself for over detailing your wet dream. “Tim I’m so sorry- I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Tim begins to shake his head. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m just surprised.”

Hesitantly, you enquire further. “Hm? What do you mean?” He nervously scratches his arms which only furthers your embarrassment that your best friend is clearly very uncomfortable with your over sharing. His lips thin into a hardline, and he his face shifts, as if considering his words carefully. The struggle to form the correct words makes you anxiously jump to conclusions. “Shit- I’m sorry Tim. I clearly crossed your boundaries. You’re just such a good friend I sometimes forget that your still a guy.” You shove your face in your hands, hoping that you’ll disappear into the void.

Tim begins to laugh at your sudden shyness. “No, don’t be embarrassed. I’m just… wow … that was a lot of detail.” You begin to groan.

“Ugh, just kill me now.”

“No, just listen okay?” You nod, nervously waiting Tim’s pauses.

“I- just, I’m surprised you have the hots for some random vigilante. What if he’s ugly?” You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Are you blind?!” You shout, “I think you need to get your eyes checked. That tiny face mask and skin tight suit is doing little to hide his hotness!” You exclaim passionately.

Truth be told, you always thought Tim had a likeness to Red Robin, but since you were always vocal about your celebrity crush, you figured Tim may misconstrued your compliments for flirtation.

“Okay, hypothetical situation. If the offer came about, would you actually hook up with Red Robin?”

“Yes.” You answered quickly.

“What? You’re not even going to think about it first?”

“No why would I?” You tilt your tea cup back to your lips, sipping the contents with joy as your revel in Tim’s shock.

“What if he was someone you knew, but you hook up with him unknowingly.”

“I’d be mad.”

“Right… yeah it would be unethical and wrong.” Tim says, eyes turning downcast.

“Yeah! Like we could’ve been hooking up that entire time?! Even my neighbour knows I have a crush on Red Robin. I’d be mad that he would keep me waiting like that!”

“What?! What if he didn’t know that’s how you felt?”

“How could this supposed Red Robin not know? I write fan-fiction about him.”

Making Tim’s ears burn red. “I know- you’ve made me proof read them.”

“Exactly.” You say sipping the remnants of your cup, and jumping up to make another cup. “Would you like another or do you have to go?” You ask, your voice turning a little softer at the end.

Tim’s furrowed brows remains knitted as he stares at his phone. “Conner is actually waiting for me downstairs.” He says, slowly getting up, his jacket dragging behind him.

“Aw already?” You say, abandoning your new brew and escorting Tim to the door. “I— miss you Tim…” you say shyly, almost too quietly. “You use to be here all the time and I know you’re busy but—“

“I always make time for you where I can.” Tim reassures. But your forced smile doesn’t get over looked by Tim.

“When can I see you again?” You ask, pulling Tim into a close hug.

“How about tonight? I’ll come see you after work~” He offers— but your frown remains. “I’ll even proof read your fan-fiction.” He relents, your elated spirits has you bouncing on the spot.

“Okay! See you tonight Timmy!” You cheer, waving him off as you slowly close the door.

“Did you finally ask her on a date?” Connor asks, as Tim climbs into the passenger seat.