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Tap the post - (2026)

Summary: He’s awake…

Pairing: Eric Northman x fem!Reader

Warnings: kind of ownership (relationship), a tiny hint of fluff, mentions of blood-drinking / smut

Words: 344

Prompt for January 1st: “Oh, what are you doing here? The sun is up!” Sorry, this one is belated.

A/N: Written for @societynsoelsscribbles - JanuaryJumbleScribbles.

Eyes fluttering open, you sigh. Last night, Eric drained more than blood from you. He was like a man possessed, claiming your body all night long.

January, ‘26

Welcome to my own personal little bookshelf. Though it might be good to have a post to keep track of what I read - and loved a lot.

So- here we are! Please consider reading the warnings of the fics to make sure you’re comfortable with the topics.

MCU Characters:

Summary: You don’t need saving.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Prostitute!Reader

Warnings: implied past smut, name calling, savior complex, protective Sherlock, possessive Sherlock, prostitution

A/N: Painted Lady means prostitute.

Men liked to think that you needed saving. That wasn’t true. You chose this life over the shackles holding you in a gilded cage created by your cruel husband.

So, when he took a mistress and tried to get rid of you, you didn’t fight him. With your head held high, you left his house with nothing but two suitcases and a strong will.

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, fluff, violence, protective Reacher, guns, mentions of domestic violence (not the reader)

Catch up here: BFG (12)

BFG masterlist

Legend: Y/M/N = Your mother’s name Y/F/N = Your father’s name

Reacher is a beast of a man. Not in a bad way, though. He’s huge, strong, and skilled.

If someone breathes only in your direction, he’s by your side to check whether the person is a threat.

Just like today. You were engrossed in browsing the shelves at the grocery store while your man played the dangerous guard dog.

Because there can sometimes be confusion in the Male Reader tag, all these stories are for Male Readers.

Coach Steve Rogers x Male Reader

[Smut, subtop male reader, dombottom Steve, semi-public, muscle worship kinda, sweat & musk, Steve is older]

You’re the team-manager for the university’s football team, and Steve Rogers is the hot coach. After practice he asks you to hang back for a bit, and after which you realize you forgot something in the locker room, finding him about to shower...

The players run drills on the field as you lug the cooler around the edges of it, the sun is esspecially hot today and you've filled it with ice and drinks. Bringing it up to the bench you sit by it, adjusting the cap on your head and fanning yourself with the clipboard, holding a few prints of team strategies. You relax, trying to cool yourself down. It doesn't exactly cool you off as your eyes settle onto Mr. Rogers, the coach. He stands as tall if not taller than most of the players, with a body that could still play. If anything his muscles are too sexy for the sport, his waist narrowing before his meaty glutes.

He's dressed in a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual uniform. Still the material clings to his pecs, the sweats round perfectly over his butt. Slight sweat soaks around his armpits and back, and you consider digging out a cold water from the cooler for yourself, if you're gonna be so thirsty.

But you adjust the front of your pants a bit and advert your eyes, watching out of your peripheral. He whistles as the boys sprint to tackle the dummies, or are doing push-ups in the field. He walks confidently, calmly, everybody does what he says either out respect or admiration. You wonder if anyone is like you, down bad.

The job of team manager came to you more on a whim than anything, it counted enough as a good management experience and the idea of watching sweaty, muscly boys run around wasn't that bad. Your jaw about dropped when the coach walked up to you though, his handsome features were no joke, paired with deep blue eyes that seem to do all the sweet talking he could ever need. Not to mention the man is the most polite and nice coach, or person, you'd ever met.

As he surveys the players he turns to look in your direction, and his eyes seem to settle on you. He smiles and nods, which has a warmth spreading in your chest and face. You're smiling back when he whistles twice, which signals to keep at it, as he walks away from center field. The panick builds as you realize he's walking to you, you cross a leg then uncross it, place the clipboard to the side before deciding to keep it in your lap. And as he sits down next to you, you can feel his presence radiating into your skin, into your heartrate.

"Evening," He says.

"Hi," You manage to choke out.

"Do you mind staying late after practice?" He says, "There's some stuff I need to go over with you. I'm sorry it's such late notice, it's okay if you can't."

You're shaking your head before you really think if you have anything to be doing afterward.

"No, I'll stay."

"Great."

He grins at you, his head turned only slightly to your direction, but your pulse races.

After practice you walk with Steve around the field, the sky turning to an orange hue. The talk is mostly about the schedule for a few up-coming games, what times the busses will leave, budget for gear and refreshments. After which he shakes your hand, his grasp firm and strong, his hands calloused. It leaves a wamrth flooding through your body.

You're almost off the field when you realize you left your bag in the locker room, so you turn back to get it. The room is empty at this point, the players fleeing as soon as they can. You walk through the entrance, past rows of lockers and a few benches in the middle toward the back where it extends into a square next to the showers. Turning the corner you're stopped dead in your tracks by him, Mr. Rogers, naked, facing into an open locker very close to the one you left your bag in.

Your eyes quickly take in his broad shoulders, the way his back narrows down into his waist, your cock fills out as you finally let yourself look at his butt. You're stun-locked for the moment, eyes widening as your brain struggles to catch up. It's then that he turns around shutting the locker, the view of his ass changing into his cock. Even flaccid its thick, his balls hang low and his thighs are so powerfully thick. You only jump to reality when he calls your name.

"Sorry I," He stammers, moving the towel he holds to quickly wrap around his waist, "I thought everyone left."

"O-oh sorry, I forgot my... my bag," You say, pointing to the locker next to him.

He lets out a breathy laugh, "Dang. Uh, kind caught me with my pants down."

You realize his eyes flicker downward, and become painfully aware you are fully erect.

"I'll just. Grab it and go," You quickly say, crossing the room and taking the lock in hand, its difficult to get the combination in with how your hands shake and you have to mess with it for too long.

You feel his presence so close, and you realize he's stepping closer behind you, as his muscular arm comes into view, he places his hand over yours gently to stop you.

"You know," He says, he's close to your ear, his voice is quiet and almost, teasing? "We're alone here."

You swallow hard, nodding, you can feel his breath on your neck.

"I've always been thankful that you're here," He says, you feel his other hand get gently placed on your hip, his body moving closer, "I want to... show you how thankful I am."

Now his lips come into contact with the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch, a noise like a whine to escape your lips. He kisses you, his lips laying soft touches down your neck, to your shoulder, he pulls your shirt over to kiss more skin, before he moves upward again to lightly bite your ear. You shut your eyes now, feeling the nerves light up in your body, you move backward into him and his arms are around you, his hand grasps your bulge, that same strong grasp sliding down your shaft. You shudder and give a weak moan, you feel his chest rise with a chuckle, his other hand coming up to wrap around your neck.

"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He whispers, his grip around your dick tightens, "And damn, why are you young guys so hung these days?"

He kisses your cheek, gently bringing your face to the side until your lips meet his. Its soft at first, growing hungry as he bites your lip, his tongue slipping in. He makes a sound like a growl, the kiss growing deeper. You realize your making out with Steve Rogers, you realize your hips are grinding your dick into his hand. Your breathing is rapid and your head in a daze, half-expecting to wake up from this wetdream. But Steve's turning you around, pushing you forward until your back hits the lockers. Your eyelids are fluttering open now as he breaks the kiss, his hand grabbing your chest as he lowers onto his knees, his fingers undoing your belt and zipper.

"Mr. Rogers," You gasp, he stills for a moment looking up at you, "Are you sure about this?"

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

He smirks, you let yourself think about how pretty his lips are, how despite him being a huge guy he's so cute. The button comes undone and he's pulling your pants down to your ankles, his mouth moving forward to press a kiss to your underwear. Your tip has been leaking, a wet spot where your cock ends. He licks it, and then tugs your underwear down, his eyes shining as your cock flops into the open air.

He grabs it by the base, giving it a slow experimental stroke, "I need you to do something, kid." He says.

"Anything," You say, breathy and desperate.

"Don't cum until I let you."

You gulp and nod, lifting your shirt up as hands the hem of it to you.

He starts by licking you slit, the small amount of precum leaking from it gets taken by his tongue. He tastes it and smiles, and wetting his lips he kisses your cock down the underside of it, keeping his eyes on you. He goes down to your balls, licking them and then taking one in his mouth. He lets you squirm for a few seconds as he gives attention to your balls, before he moves back up and puts your tip in his mouth. The sensation is eletrict, warm and wet. It makes you shudder, the locker room air is cold on your exposed skin, but as he sucks your cock further in the difference in temperature adds to your arousal. He slides your cock until his nose is buried in your pelvis, his mouth wrapping so perfectly around your girth it makes you cry out. He simply holds his head there for a second, letting you squirm with the sensation.

When he pulls of he does so slowly, letting inch by inch slide so wettly off his tounge. Your panting by the time your saliva soaked cock is out of his mouth, and he licks the strand of spit from your tip too. He smiles, his mouth flushed and a bit of spit down his chin.

"Can you handle it, kid?"

You don't think you can, "Yes! Yes sir, Coach, Mr. Rogers."

He grins wickedly, his hand lazily strokes your shaft making your hips rise, and head fall back with a suppressed moan.

"Good boy."

He sucks your dick again, this time he bobs his head fast, your cock slamming into the back of his throat and out again. His hands force your hips flat to the locker, trapping you in the sweet torture of his mouth. You hold your shirt up and gasp, and moan. Clenching your ass is all you can do to desperately follow his instructions, several times your balls get tight as you teeter close to the edge and somehow Steve knows it, he pulls off to let his mouth hang open with your tip pointed inside, like he's just daring you to let your cum slip out into his waiting mouth. He smirks as you hold it back, eyes screwed shut in concentration. You only just stop yourself when he's sucking again, his cheeks hallowed out in such a tight suction its almost like your dick gets pulled in and pushed out.

"Coach! Mr. Rogers! I can't... wait please!" You say, almost incoherently, your torso folding forward.

He pulls off with a wet pop, and grabs your cock to squeeze just the base of it. Your orgasm stops just short, sending a shudder through you. Steve smirks, and stands up again as you sigh and lay back against the locker. Your eyes open again to find him towering over you, his mouth red with use and messy with spit. Its such a hot sight, and then he's kissing you again, your own taste in his mouth. You hear the towel he's been wearing drop, and suddenly feel his cock against yours, as he holds them together. He uses the spit coating yours as lube as frots them together, having to bend his legs to line them together. He kisses you harshly, your hands moving to grasp his hair, tongues dancing around the other. He pulls back, panting, staring into your eyes as he tightly brings his hand up your cocks. You gulp, fighting off the orgasm from your already sensitive dick.

"Sir..."

He laughs a little, grinning, "You're being so good, kid, I think its time I reward you."

You wonder how thats not been the reward, but he leads you forward to the bench nearby, laying his towel down. He tells you to strip as he fixes it, and you quickly kick your pants off over your sneakers, tossing your shirt ontop the pile. Its not lost on you how exposed you feel, naked in the locker room, but the excitement only builds when Steve tells you to lay down, and you do.

He stands over your head, his dick pointing out. The head is so thick, and from underneath the girth of it is so intimidating, but your mouth waters as he angles his tip down to your lips. He tastses musty, and the smell fills your nose. His thick member fills your mouth until its pushing down your throat, and you fight a gag till his balls rest on forehead. His hand lays on your throat, gently feeling the bulge of his cock. You cough around him, feeling your spit bubble-up around the base of his dick.

He pulls back to let you breath, his body leaning forward over you slowly. Once you've caught you're breath he slides his dick back in, and you lay flat and still as you can, as his hips pick up a rythm to thrust in and out. Breathing through your nose is struggle, his cock feels massive inside, but the soft slap of his balls against your face is so lewd, and then you feel Steve start to suck your dick again.

Slowly your hands run up from where his arms are holding himself, feeling his muscle flexing, his triceps and shoulders. You run your hands down his back which is smooth and toned, and sweaty. You feel his meaty glutes and the movement as he thrusts. He pushes his mouth down on your cock to the base, at the same time thrusting his all the way in and you choke, between a moan and gagging on his dick. He release his dick from your throat, and then let it slide down your face, wet with your saliva. You get his ballsack to suck on, as he keeps bobing his mouth on your member. His dick lays heavily on your chest as you let your tongue lap at his balls, making your way further up to his taint. Steve moves himself forward again until you can access his ass, pulling his cheeks apart you get a test of his hole, sweaty from the days work-out.

Steve chuckles, his hand still working you, "There's your reward, kid."

You give his ass a loud smack, spitting onto his pink, hairless hole, "Thank you, Coach."

Your tongue finds it easy to push inside him, making the big man shudder. He lays his head down on your hip, letting his lips and tongue move lazily over your cock. You meanwhile work for your meal, probing his hole with your tongue and fingers. He grinds his cock into your chest, moaning in a low, husky tone. You've stuck three fingers inside, probing at the soft flesh of his prostate, when he sits upward, placing his weight on your face. You smile, buried beneath his thick glutes.

"Yes, baby," He says, breathless and lustful, "Eat it just like that, good boy."

You groan into his ass, your tongue moving as deep as you can get it, sliding against what you think is his prostate. He whines, and pushes his ass on your face, smothering you for a while, before he stands on shaking legs letting you gasp for air.

"Fuck," You say, "More. Please."

He laughs, he thick cock dripping down onto your chest, "Eager boy, aren't you?"

But he's shifting forward away from you face, and leaning back on your hands you watch the breath taking view of his ass sit right behind your cock, he reaches a hand back to place it flush across his crack, both his glutes resting beside it.

"Oh shit, Mr. Rogers, you're so damn sexy."

He grinds his ass backward on the back of your cock, slowly, letting his back muscles flex, the soft sweaty skin is amazing, and a tease.

"And you're such a perfect dildo," He huffs.

"Yes sir, yes sir!"

He rises till the tip of your cock is pushed to his hole, and you watch it get sucked into velvety warmth. He sits on it in one slow movement, and it's too much, the damn breaks, your resolve forgotten, and the load he's been building up ejects into his bowels as the base of your cock dissapears inside him. His walls are gummy and hot, they constrict perfectly around you, as if milking every rope of cum you unload into Steve. He sits perfectly still on your cock, looking over his shoulder, his back arched and his hands resting on his hips. He smirks ever-so-slightly, watching you melt backwards, head falling back, mouth agape, moans turning into whines.

"Fuck," You say, "I—I didn't mean to cum, sir!"

"I know," He says, "But I'm gonna have to punish you anyway, don't I?"

"Yes sir," You say it like a whisper, half-scared and all horny.

Steve's pussy seems to get even tighter as he starts riding, his massive glutes slaming into your hips. Your cock is as hard as ever, the sensitive skin being assaulted by his delicious friction. You gasp and moan, voice turning hoarse as Steve is relentless, his every bounce sends pleasure scattering your thoughts, your sweating everywhere, even though he's doing all the work. And it's a few minutes of this till you feel a second orgasm creeping up on you, building from the base of your cock, white-hot and delirious.

"Mr. Rogers, please, I'm close again!" You whine, body stuck to the bench.

"Hold it, kid," He grunts, his hands pinch his perky nipples, head thrown back toward the ceiling, "Just... keep holding it!"

You bite your lip and clench, willing everything in you to hold back from cumming. It's torture, and Steve doesn't let up for a second, his legs flex with the effort, and he's sweatier than he was on the field. Every time he lands his ass you feel yourself loosing grip on reality, your eyes glued backward as your hands clutch to his waist like a life-line.

"Sir! I can't hold it, please," You gasp.

"Yes! Yes!" Steve grunts, his voice gets louder, echoing off the locker room walls, "FUCK YES! Fucking fill me up, kid!"

His command breaks your brain, your cock erupting like a geyser. His hole clenches down as his own orgasm launches from his cock, up his chest and reaching his face, you feel your load collecting in Steve's ass until it leaks down your balls, and you fall backward with a groan.

You only register the weight of his body leaving for a second, before he's on your lap again, and his hands gently brushing your face, his breath on your skin as he chuckles.

"Came all your brains out, kid?"

Your eyes open to find Mr. Rogers sat on you, his face dripping with his own semen, and before you even reply you reach foward to lick it from his chin, finally tasing the salty cum of your coach. He smiles, massaging your shoulders as you get more of it from his cheek. You swallow before nodding, feeling exauhsted, sweaty, and almost wanting a third go.

"Yes, coach."

"Good," He grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head to press a deep kiss to your lips, you make-out with him, tongues roughly fighting the other, he pushes your mouth from his to down his chest, your lips finding his nipple first, and then his armpit, his musky smell over-powers your sense as he flexes his arm, watching you with a smirk as you lick and bury your face in to smell. You pull back in a daze, your cock erect again.

ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ [ᴅᴀᴅꜱᴏɴ]

Synopsis: One night the reader is caught jerking off, which leads into a mutual jerk-off, and fucking reader’s dad.

TW: incest, reader is perverted (top), dadc3st, reader is an adult ofc, breeding, kinda goony lol.

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Your dad sits across the dinner table from you, his plate nearly full still, despite yours being half-empty, his laptop opened just to the side, holding most of his attention. You push a piece of chicken across the plate, his eyes moving to his phone when the screen lights up, his hands switching to pick it up, responding to someone's text. You watch his hands as his thumbs type, they're veiny, hairy, strong. Like most of him, you have to swallow from the gathering spit in your throat, feeling some shameful rush, you're mind wandering too close to that line.

You finish the rest of dinner in the same silence it started, your dad mostly focused on work. He types, his hand only bringing food to his mouth once in a while, you watch his jaw move as he eats, the way it tenses as he reads something on the screen. Eventually you gather your empty plate and utensils to bring into the kitchen, rinsing them to put away in the dishwasher. You pass him again heading up to your room, glancing as you climb the stairs. He wears a blue button-up, it stretches over his broad shoulders, rolled up to his elbow showing his forearm. Your hand grips the railing a little tightly as you hurry upstairs, gently shutting the door to your room.

You huff as you land on your bed, head almost spinning from whatever intense thing has been happening to you recently. Your dad has always been distant, quiet, gruff, kind of mean sometimes. He's never hurt you, not on purpose, but his short responses just get to you. Worse than anything is growing interest you seem to be having in his body, his built, big body. How big is he, down there? Do you compare at all?

Thinking about it makes your face burn, but your dick stirs, already having been close to a half-chub you feel yourself start to fill out. You swallow dryly, rolling your hips gives you the relief of friction inside your boxers, your cock hardening to a rigid, aching boner. Does he jerk off? He has to, right? Almost any man gets horny, but fuck the thought turns you on, you picture the serious, rough man naked, hairy all over, those same big hands gripping his greasy dick. Thick maybe? Curves in some lewd display of his manhood, his big balls. Maybe even a man like that comes undone as he strokes his dick, big hairy legs spread, panting, wanting to spurt cum all over his chest. Your dad has a big chest, his hair often peaks out from his shirt when he unbottons it, coming home from a long day of work.

Fuck he must be stressed, maybe he holds back? Saves up his cum for days, just so he can unleash a fat load when he really has the time. You're holding your cock without realizing it, your pants down by your ankles hanging off the bed, you look down watching your hand squeeze a milky drop of precum from your slit, seeing your thumb move to touch it you for a second see your dad's hand, imagine feeling his grip on your dick, and throw your head back, grinding your cock into your palm.

You don't think about it more, reaching over to your nightstand to grab a small bottle of lube, greasing your dick up, closing the cap as your hand starts the familiar motion of stroking. You struggle to kick off your pants for a moment, getting your legs on the bed to stretch them out, each pump on your dick sending pleasure shooting through you, head spinning with the images of your dad, stroking his dick and yours. The shame has your dick throbbing, climbing close to a cum that you know will rock through you. You rotate your wrist over it, eyes squeezing shut as you hold onto an image of your dad over you, his mouth open as a string of spit falls into your mouth, his hand jerking you off furiously, demanding that you cum for your daddy.

The dirty fantasy has you so caught up you don't hear him coming upstairs until your door is opening, jolting you back to reality, caught with your pants down.

"Have you seen my laptop charg—" He's saying, coming to a stop in the doorway as he realizes how he's caught you.

You feel on fire with embarrasment, frozen, with your hand dripping from lube around your dick, that even in the moment will not loose the hardness. He smirks, a fracture of an expression, a flash across his handsome stubbled face.

"Have you seen my laptop charger? I can't find it."

Your jaw has to close before you can swallow, and speak, "Uhm, s'probably on your desk."

"Yeah, I looked there but I didn't find it."

"The one upstairs? In your room."

"Oh, right. I forgot I was coming up to check," He nods, his eyes don't even seem to move off of your gaze, casually ignoring the lewd image of you, "Thanks bud, oh and, you might wanna grab some tissues."

He nods and closes the door, his footsteps heading down the hallway.

You figure you should be unable to finish now, too embarrased to be caught by your dad. Instead you stroke down and up, and have to cover your mouth as cum erupts over your shirt and arm, each frantic jerk of your cock sending shivers through your body, getting every drop of cum out of you, only able to picture your dad as you nut hard.

~

You getting caught goes untalked about the next day, the both of you going about as usual. But it's all you can think about, jerking off to the memory again in the morning, in the bathroom midday, the thought jostling in your head as get home in the evening.

You eat dinner alone though, your dad probably having to work late, not that he texted you. You sit in the same spot as usual, looking across at the empty seat, picturing your old man there. He goes from his usual dressed look to naked suddenly, you imagine him wearing nothing but an apron, tucking it to the side to reveal his dick, jerking off over your plate until he creams over the food, and makes you eat it.

You're staring to have a real problem.

You hear him come back home in the evening, laying in bed for once able to do something other than perv about your dad. But a rush of some kind of excitment floods through you hearing him enter, and you force some deep breaths.

You stay in your room, under the sheets and just looking at your phone, you hear movement from downstairs for a while, before his footsteps alert you that he's coming upstairs. For whatever reason you tuck your phone under the pillow and close your eyes, your heart thundering louder as he approaches and stops. Stops? The door creaks open, you almost hold your breath, can almost feel the light from the hallway on your face, he stands there for a moment before you hear the door close, and hear him continue to his room. You let your eyes open, and roll on your back, staring up to the ceiling. You wanna jerk off again.

You give it a while, until it's pretty dark outside, when you creep out of your room and turn to his bedroom door. It's not closed all the way, actually, and you carefully tip-toe forward, reaching the door just peaking inside. You hear something, some kind of shuffling, in front of you is mostly another wall, the dresser, the bathroom door is open, the mirror still foggy from his shower. You press forward, the door swinging noiselessly, and step inside. You quickly move to look inside the bathroom, and spot the thing that has kept you up. Discarded on the floor is your dad's underwear, probably pristine musk from his balls. Your dick is already hard, and you're about to move inside when you hear it.

He groans. Like, moans? You listen closer to the bed very nearby, and realize the shuffling was actually the sheets, because behind that is the faint noise of wet lube. You step backwards and peer around the corner, he's laying in bed on his side, facing away from you, but still you can tell his arm moves, obviously jerking off. By now your cock is completely rock hard, tenting in your pants as your jaw slowly drops. What the fuck do you do now? Your brain can only think about seeing it, your dad's dick. He's panting, groaning, you see the faint blue-light from his phone and know he's looking at something. The thought makes your head spin from excitment, just what does he get off to?

He huffs suddenly and turns over, your eyes widening as he keeps looking to the right, his phone plugged in and charging, the bed sheet falls to reveal his dick, massive. The skin is darker, his pubes thick, his balls hang low and heavy, his foreskin moves up to where a clear spring of precum starts trailing down the thick curve on the underside of his dick. On his phone plays a video, a naked younger man jerking off at a desk, his legs up on the desk, hard dick being frantically stroked, it takes a second for you to recognize the room, and the person. That's you! Your brain whirls back a few weeks to a random video you recorded of yourself, because of course you did. When did he even get that? And he's jerking off to it?

Well before you think about it your standing up, walking briskly up to his bed.

"You like the video dad?"

He jumps, more startled than you've ever seen. He drops his phone by the side of the bed, eyes widening as he takes you in.

"Son! I— I wasn't, I mean, this isn't..."

He's never stammered before, but it makes you smile, you walk around the bed to pick up his phone, turning the volume up so that the sounds you make fill the room, you turn the phone to him with a smirk.

"I recorded this on my computer, how'd you even get? Not that I'm mad, clearly it got your attention..."

"Look I... I wasn't thinking clearly and this—"

"I know that," You cut him off, throwing the blanket off his body, "All your thinking went to that monster, huh?"

"Fuck son!"

His dick stands up, completely still hard. You take a slow breath, your eyes greedily soaking in his body. He is big, and hairy, strong muscles, a big stomach, huge thighs. He's so fucking hot. And as perverted as you. Well, that stands to be tested.

"Keep jerking off daddy," You say, his eyes are wide, staring at you, his face flushed, "I wanna see you cum to me."

You smile, and finally he looks down to see your bulge, and he settles slightly, his hand slowly moving down to his dick.

"You're not... mad?"

"No, I'm pretty happy about this. But honestly dad, you need to make it up to me! So jerk off for me."

He grabs his cock, sighing as he sinks back, his despereate eyes looking up at you, and your phone, where you cum on video, moaning loudly.

"It's ending though, so can't you uhm, show me in person?"

You smirk, locking his phone and putting on the nightstand.

"Anything for you, old man."

You strip quickly, getting onto his bed. Your skin feels electrict as he watches you, his gaze horny and desperate. You spread your legs in front of him and grab your cock, sighing in relief.

"Do you have lube, dad?"

"Oh, yes!"

He grabs it from the drawer in the night stand, passing you a llittle bottle much like your own. You lather you dick up, pleasently watching him squirm.

"I'm so happy your as pervy as me daddy," You say, he gets even redder in the face, you scoot forward a little, letting your legs touch, feeling his hair on your skin, "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot."

"You have?"

"Everytime I cum my brains out."

"Fuck, you jerk off to me."

You nod, lazily stroking yourself, "I snuck in here wanting to grab your boxers, wanted to uh, sniff em and... stroke m'cock."

"Really," He says, he lubes himself up too, starting to stroke the lube over his dick, "You were gonna do that?"

You nod, swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you spread your legs more, feeling them press closer to your dad's.

"Dirty boy."

"Mhm," You shudder, his voice is getting back to it's usual deep tone, gravely, rough, "I am."

"Dirty fucking perv," He groans, he strokes his cock in slow, big motions, staring at your lewd state with such a depraved hunger, "You wanna see your daddy get all stupid off his dick?"

"Yes, yes!" You nod, panting, your stroking is getting you higher off the pleasure, off the dirty situation.

His hand lands on your thigh, the two of you watching the other stroke. The low lighting makes it all feel so secretive, dirtier. His bedroom is full of the wet noises from your cocks, the panting of father and son in sync.

"You look so good boy," He growls, "Your boy-cock is so big!"

"Your so fucking hot dad," You stroke faster, feeling sweaty and overwhelmed by his naked body, "Your so big, I just wanna—I wanna touch you."

He moans, slowing his hand to grip his dick by the base, "Come here then, son."

You gulp, letting go of yourself to move forward, your legs going under his, he picks his knees up, letting you nestle between his thighs. With unsteady hands you reach forward and press your palms on his chest, feeling his hairy body, strong and thick, you slid your hands down over his pecs, down his sides and thighs, before going back and letting your hands grasp your father's cock.

He lets out a gravely moan, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths, "Yes son, touch your daddy's dick."

You smile and bit your lip, slowly bringing both hands up his shaft. He feels so hot under your hands, his cock pulses, and his moans are so sexy as you grind your palm over the tip.

"Fuck, you're doing so good!"

You chuckle, suddenly picking up pace, jacking his cock, "I know, don't you feel so good through your fuck-stick?"

"So good," He mumbles, he puts his hands over his head, mouth parted as he watches you jack him off, "Feels so good son! Fuck."

Your grinning, working his cock faster, keeping your grip tight. He gets dumber and dumber, his eyes rolling back.

"Hah, uh, m'fucking close. Close son, m'gonna cum boy if you—"

Your dick is hard its hurting, sitting so close to your dad it's almost touching him, and with a slight movement it rests just under his balls, picking the sack up. He looks down, his eyes widening and closing, he's so close to cumming his balls get pulled tight. You see his adam's apple bob, as he looks at you.

"My ass," He moans, "Put your fucking boy-stick in my ass."

"Huh?"

"Now! Make me cum! Fuck your daddy."

"Oh shit," You gulp, you move your hips forward, your dick already so close to his hole.

"Just—shove it in, boy, fucking—"

Holding his dick for purchase, you shift your hips forward, and your dick pushes into his ass with surprising ease. The tip getting inside, you thrust and breach into his ass.

"—shove, OH FUUUCK!"

He growls, eyes and head thrown back. His hole tight and hot, your dick being sucked into his body. The moment you're balls deep he erupts, his hole clenching onto every greasy inch of you.

"Huh, cumming—cumming!" He's yelling.

His dick paints the both of you in his cum, hot and sticky fluid landing over his chest, mixing in with his sweaty body hair. It lands on your chest and arms, it's all so intense you realize you're about to cum, from how tightly his hole clamps around you.

"Wait dad! Fuck I'm gonna cum lemme—"

His hands suddenly grab you, pulling you ontop of him, it takes a second to realize he's kissing you, his stuble sharp against your cheeks, his mouth hot and still tasting faintly of toothpaste. You let yourself melt in your dad's mouth and ass, fucking into him with harsh, loud thrusts.

Your mouths part, leaning your forehead against his. His composure is completely gone, his mouth open and his legs around your waist. Your mind is fog, barely able to process you're fucking your dad. Each thrust slams so deep inside him, his hairy pecs bounce with the force. And your cock is throbbing, a load so ready to explode yet you're holding on, you're not sure for how long you can but his ass is heaven.

"You feel so fucking good!" You say to him, your voice is low and in a harsh whisper.

He whines, a sound you didn't think he could make. So high pitched and desperate, his arms are wrapped tightly around your neck, his nails digging into your back. You feel unable to stop thrusting, your dick almost melting inside his ass.

"I'm so close, I'm gonna cum inside you. You want that? You want your son to breed your ass?"

He's nodding, sounds all caught in his throat, tears starting to pool from his eyes.

"Yes—cum inside!" He whines, "Daddy!"

Did he just?—

You moan so loud it's like yelling, finally your dick explodes inside him, your hips thrusting it in as deep as you can, pushing his knees up as forward as he can go. Your eyes roll back as your tongue hangs out, he opens his mouth letting your spit slide inside. With every thrust more cum shoots inside, filling his guts with your cum. Your dick is so sensitive it almost hurts, but you can't stop, slamming your dick inside until it churns your cum.

"Daddy," He mewls, his head falling back, "Fuck, I'm so full..."

You pant, slowing down until you can focus again, seeing your dad under you completely fucked out. You sigh, sweaty and spent, and lean back on your knees, letting your softening dick slide out of his hole. You find it puffy and bred, slimey whiteness slowly dripping from his hole, gaped and grasping around nothing.

You fall back, trying to catch your breath, only wondering how your dad was so good at getting fucked, and if he'd let you do it again.

The idea of two Yandere Families, with the Wayne's becoming so after Reader leaves and joins the Fenton's, trying to either sort custody or fight each other over who Reader stays with. Maybe even adding Bruce trying to get custody of Danny too?

Even more interesting if the reason the Wayne's find out Reader was missing to begin with because Damian said something about a twin. The Wayne's hunting down the "lost" 'blood-son' only to find out that Reader is already living with Danny. In a small town called Amity Park, in Illinois. Helping him defeat ghosts and the GIW. Reader finding and making their own family.

Obsession: “Protect My Brother. Keep My Family Safe.” Setting: Amity Park, Midnight. The Batfamily arrives at last. They want their lost sons back. But only one family ever chose him.

The wind off the Ghost Zone never really left Amity Park. It clung to the buildings, humming through the brick like a song only the dead could hear.

Perched in the shadows across the street, the Batfamily watched the house—his house.

“He’s in there,” Damian said, barely above a whisper.

His twin. His brother. The one Ra’s said died.

Bruce stared at the glowing window. Two silhouettes. One unmistakable.

Daniel Fenton.

The other?

Their missing blood.

Reader.

Inside, you pressed your forehead to the glass, watching the shadows shift beneath the streetlights. You knew who they were before Danny even floated down through the ceiling.

“They found us,” he said.

You didn’t turn. “Took them long enough.”

Danny leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His ghost ring flickered softly on his finger, green eyes steady on your face.

“Gonna let them in?”

You scoffed. “What do you think?”

“Think I’m not letting them take you.”

You finally turned, the corner of your mouth twitching up.

“Like I’d ever let them try.”

The door creaked open, the night cold against your skin.

You stood on the porch like a dare, hoodie loose, boots still scuffed from chasing a ghost into the sewers an hour ago. Danny stood beside you, casual, but you felt the hum of ectoplasm pulsing beneath his skin like a live wire.

Bruce Wayne took a step forward.

“You’re Reader.”

You tilted your head. “That’s one of the names.”

“You’re my son.”

You smiled—slow and mocking.

“No. I’m the twin you lost. The one you forgot existed.”

Damian’s breath hitched. “I didn’t forget.”

You looked at him. Really looked. Same eyes. Same jaw. Same scar above the eyebrow. You could’ve been mirrors once.

“You never looked.”

Dick stepped forward, hands half-raised. “We didn’t know you were alive. If we had, we would've—”

“What?” you snapped. “Come running? You already had a ‘perfect’ kid. And me? I was dumped off like a failed experiment.”

Bruce’s eyes didn’t blink. “We can fix this. You can come home.”

Danny let out a low laugh. “Home?” he echoed. “You’re about fifteen years late for that.”

Jason moved beside Bruce, but didn’t speak. His eyes were locked on you, calculating.

Tim was typing something into his gauntlet, already tracking energy spikes. Wrong move.

The second he scanned you, the air shifted.

Your eyes glowed—bright, ghostly green.

Danny’s aura surged to match.

“Don’t.” Your voice was ice. “You don’t scan me like I’m one of your targets.”

Bruce’s tone darkened. “You’re our family.”

“No.” You stepped forward, shadows curling at your boots. “They’re my family.”

You jerked your thumb toward Danny.

“The Fentons took me in. Taught me how to fight. How to live. How to be human.”

You looked right at Damian.

“You had a brother your whole life. But now? I have one too.”

Danny’s voice dropped. Cold. Final.

“You want to take him?”

He stepped in front of you.

“Try me.”

The Batfamily reached. Ghostlight answered. And Amity Park swallowed them whole.

Jojo Bizarre Adventure:

The failed negotiation (Fem reader x Acdc)

Under the balcony (Joseph joestar x reader)

His muse (Yandere phantom of the Opera Jotaro kujo x fem reader)

A heart's guardian (Angel Jotaro kujo x reader)

DC:

Multi family stuff:

Sea of tears (Potential yanderes Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor and Ra's Al Ghul x fem reader) (vampire au) routes and choices : (1) (2) (3) (4)

1. Beloved (Yandere werewolf Clark Kent x fem reader) (vampire au)

2. The Apprentice ( Yandere dampier Lex Luthor x fem reader) (vampire au)

3. The Blessed one (Yandere vampire Ra's Al Ghul x fem reader)

4. Black Rose (Yandere vampire bat family x pregnant fem reader) (vampire au)

Ghostmaker:

The mentor (Platonic yandere Bruce Wayne x Asian male reader x Platonic Yandere minhkhoa khan)

Batfamily:

* Trapped in the Horizon (Yandere batmfamily x female reader) (choose your adventure type) routes and choices: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

1. Blood of my blood (Yandere vampire Bruce Wayne x female reader)

2. A Pleasant Mistake (Yandere vampire Damian Wayne x female reader)

3. Globes of steam (Yandere Dampier Dick Grayson x female reader)

4. Heart of stone (Yandere gargoyle Jason Todd x female reader)

5. Vial of life (Yandere Necromancer Duke Thomas x female reader)

6. Willow's bed (Yandere dark fae Tim Drake x female reader)

7. Bon appétit (Yandere ghoul Alfred Pennyworth x female reader) *

Being a Wayne (Yandere batfamily x male reader)

Being a Wayne (part 2) (Yandere batfamily x male reader)

Unwanted embrace (Neglected bat-family member x yandere Bruce wayne)

Unwanted embrace (part 2) (Neglected bat-family member x yandere bat family)

Unwanted embrace (part 3) (Neglected bat-family member x yandere bat family)

Unwanted embrace (part 4) (Neglected bat-family member x yandere bat family)

Unwanted embrace (part 5) (Neglected bat-family member x yandere bat family)

Unneeded embrace (Yandere batfamily x ex-family member pregnant reader)

Unneeded embrace (part 2) (Yandere batfamily x Now family memebr pregnant reader)

The other family (Yandere batfamily x reader) (Coraline au)

A day for one's self (Yandere batfamily x female reader)

Sugar high (Yandere batfamily x male reader)

Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful girl (Yandere Batfamily x female reader)

Thicker than blood (Yandere Batfamily x male reader)

Heart attack spider (Yandere Batfamily x reader)

Botanical heart (Yandere batfamily x female reader)

Hideout (Yandere batfamily x reader)

The villainess (Yandere bat boys x female reader x yandere batman)

Self adoption (Yandere Batman x male reader x yandere batboys)

Feline patrol (Observation of the whole batfamily and their darlings)

Emergency binkie (Batfamily x reader)

DC's childcare archives (Batfamily x reader)

Umbran express (Batfamily x reader x cereza Bayonetta)

Bruce Wayne:

Father in law (part 2) (Yandere Bruce Wayne x reader)

Midnight run (Yandere Bruce Wayne x female reader)

The original (Yandere Bruce Wayne x male reader)

Papa ATM (Yandere Bruce Wayne x reader)

Father in law (Potential yandere Bruce Wayne x reader)

His son (Bruce Wayne x male reader)

Double trouble (Bruce Wayne x female reader)

Thomas Wayne:

Man in scrubs (Yandere Thomas Wayne x female reader)

The heir (Yandere Thomas Wayne x male reader x potential yandere Bruce Wayne)

Damian Wayne:

The moth and candle (Yandere Damian Wayne x fem reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

His mother (Yandere Damain wayne x Naga reader x yandere Bruce wayne)

His mother (part 2) (Yandere Damain wayne x Naga reader x yandere Bruce wayne)

Crimson Bride (Yandere Damian Wayne x Twin sister reader)

Bruce's zoo (Yandere Damian Wayne x female reader)

Jason Todd:

Dark Hood (Yandere Red Hood x male reader)

Tim Drake:

Black Robin (Yandere Tim Drake x Twin brother reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

Mercury heart (Yandere Tim Drake x mother reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

Dick Grayson:

Alfred Pennyworth:

Our little secret (Yandere Alfred Pennyworth x batmom reader)

Into father's arms (Yandere Alfred Pennyworth x male reader)

Dried crumpets (Alfred Pennyworth x female reader)

Super family:

Unwelcomed embrace (Yandere super-family x neglected reader)

Unwelcomed embrace (part 2) (Yandere super-family x neglected reader)

Unwelcomed embrace (part 3) (Yandere super-family x neglected reader)

Clark Kent:

The little rat (Yandere Clark Kent x female reader x Platonic yandere Bruce wayne)

Marvel:

Energy ball (Yandere Piotr Rasputin x female reader)

Harry Potter:

Three's a charm (Yandere Geroge Weasley x male reader x yandere Fred Weasley)

The Incredibles:

Paternal gravity (Yandere Edna Mode x male reader)

My OC stuff:

The Crimson Snuff (Yandere vampire family x female elf reader x yandere elven family)

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CW: nothing triggering i think, reader can speak multiple languages and so can her twin, longer than my average chapter so very long for me, secret identities ig, manipulative tendencies, straight up gaslighting

TITLE: Mellifera Serpentes

You and your family⸺in reference to the Wayne family⸺aren’t close. It’s not that you don’t get along. No, it has nothing to do with getting along. You’re just not close. This is factual.

And, well, perhaps you do not get along. Maybe just a little.

(That time when Damian attempted to kill you and Diana smashed an entire cake on his face.)

So when you walk in from school, your junior year of highschool, your face fixed into a mask of indifference, the type of indifference that should radiate the idea: Please let me disappear into my room.

The stares are an unaccounted variable.

It’s unusually packed. The manor is mostly cold, rarely ever lively, and never welcoming. But today, for one reason or another, is different. All the bat girls⸺who are more often or not at the Clock Tower⸺are in the living room, excluding Barbara. But you’re more than willing to guess Barbara is somewhere in the manor, whether in her own room or the batcave.

Dick is in there, too, cuddling up to Damian on the couch. Or trying to, at least. Damian looks like a ruffled, very unwilling kitten. It’s no surprise that Jason is nowhere in sight, either probably working or at his own apartment, like a grown man should be.

And the strangest thing. Bruce, making himself some drink in the kitchenette. A half-formed joke about Bruce needing caffeine or alcohol at three in the afternoon floats into your mind, but It’s nothing but a bare wisp that’s quickly extinguished with the need to get to your room as quickly as possible without coming off as suspicious. You can’t melt into the shadows like you usually would, as much as you’d like to⸺that would just be giving your secret talent for being a sneak completely away.

You decide you are going to walk in and up the stairs to your room, in an completely orderly and ordinary fashion, in the way a completely ordinary person would.

Rules:

I only do Readers with the pronouns he/him or they/them (And mixture of these pronouns), Cis Male, Trans Male, Gender Neutral and Nonbinary (I don't do She/Her readers).

‌I do not do:

Incest, Pedophile, Homophobia, Transphobia and Toxic relationships being treated as normal or good (I only do this kind of writing to tell the readers story and/our for comfort).

Examples of Relationship that I write:

MLM: Male Characters X Male Reader ( Cis or Trans ).

MLGN: Male Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

MLNB: Male Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

FLM: Female Characters X Trans Male Reader ( Trans only).

FLGN: Female Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

FLNB: Female Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

NBLM: Nonbinary Characters X Male Reader (Cis or Trans).

NBLGN: Nonbinary Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

NBLNB: Nonbinary Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

Etc....

Yandere= I do Yandere But remember the rules.(🫀)

Romantic= The reader can be the character's romantic Partner. (🌹)

‌Platonic=The reader can be Friends, Frienimies, Parent, Child, Sibling, Twin Sibling, Family found,etc (Can be related by blood or adopted) of the characters. (🌻)

‌Sex Relationship= Just that, there may be feelings involved but the focus is on the sex.(🔥)

‌Polyamorous= Two or more characters of your choice in a polyamorous relationship with you (But remember the rules ).(🕸️)

‌Love triangle or square= Two or more characters in love with you or one of them in love with the other character while the other is in love with you, it all depends on you (Just remember the rules).(🔺)

If you have any suggestions of what I should write, feel free to send them to me (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠).

Story Types:

‌Angust

‌Comfort

‌Fluffy

‌Smut

Yandere

SFW

NSFW

Reader as Character (Example: Regina George, Saiki, Elsa, Hannibal etc...)

‌(More will appear)....

Fandoms I do:

DC

Batfamily, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Superfamily, Clark Kent...

Marvel

The Avengers, Steven Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Eddie Brok, Venom, The Guardians of the Galaxy, Drax The Destroyer, Mantis, Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket Raccon...

Slashers

Hannibal Lecter, ‌Will Graham, Dexter Morgan, Ghostface (Billy Loomis), Ghostface (Stu Macher), Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jesse Cromeans(Chromeskull), Asa Emory (The Collector)...

ROTTMNT

Raphael, Leonardo, Donnie, Michelangelo, ‌April O'neil...

Bongou Stray Dogs

Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Doppo Kunikida, Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima, Kyōka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa, Port Mafia, Chūya Nakahara, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa...

More will come...

Pink Stories are Forced Age Regression/Yandere & Blue Stories are Fluffy/Comfort Age Regression.

All Are "x reader" Fics

A New Perspective Diabolik Lovers (Sakamaki Brothers)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Four Versus One Rise of the TMNT (Hamato Brothers)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Tidbit

Missing Twilight (Volturi Kings)

Prologue

Something New Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (Beetlebabes)

Part 1

The Timeline Doctor Who (The Master/Missy)

Part 1 Part 2

Puzzle Pieces Sanders Sides

Part 1

Baby Flower The Batfamily

Baby Flower How You Became Baby Flower Week One (With Baby Flower) Isolating Baby Flower (What Makes It Stick)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy

The Flash CW (Multi Wells & Eobard Thawne)

Gotham (The Valeska Twins & Jervis Tetch)

Doctor Who (Tenth to Fifteenth Doctor)

Doctor Who (The Masters & Missy)

Interview With The Vampire (Loustat & Armandaniel)

Hannibal NBC & TSOTL (Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling, & Will Graham)

Yandere Caregiver Headcanons

Rise of The TMNT (The Hamato Brothers)

The Flash CW (Multiple Wells)

JL Flashpoint Paradox (Thomas Wayne)

Dark Knight Returns Part 2 (The Joker)

My Random Headcanons For Random Characters As Caregivers

List One List Two

100 Words/Drabble Challenge

Batfam x Child Reader! (Platonic)

SYPNOSIS: Your family thought they adopted you, turns out you adopted only one of them.

IMP: PLATONIC, Reader is a child.

It was supposed to be a normal investigation, just two couples that got murdered in their own home.

When he enters another room he saw you, in your my little pony pajamas with a round red plushie with a poorly drawn face around your arms, completely oblivious to the brutal death of your parents.

He couldn't hell but let a slight smile, in such darkness there you were happy to see him. Happy to see a stranger in ridiculously dark clothes.

The room he found you in was no condition for such a ball of happiness, wallpaper teared, water dripping although it was summer, your bed was extremely mess ans solid hard.

He picked you up as you wrap your tiny arms around him clutching onto your plushie. No thoughts in your head as you look dead in his eyes, sucking onto your thumb.

"Ba-man"

You spoke, thumb still in your mouth as your lips parted to form a smile.

He was definitely going to adopt you now.

Your first day with the family was amazingly wonderful, everyone wanted to hold you or bite your cheeks for some reason.

You did choose your favourite from the start, Tim.

When anyone tried to pick you up while he holds you, you would simply turn away and wrap your arms around his neck so they won't seperate you.

Try feeding him anything you can hold onto, pulling his hair cause it was beautiful and you wanted them or the time you didn't stop crying for the whole day straight because Tim went to school.

As you grew older your favourite did not change to the disappointment of most.

Your room was never occupied by you and instead you slept next to Tim much to his dismay.

Unlike him you slept like you've never slept before plus you were deaf and can't feel any touch when you slept.

He would wake up with you on the floor still asleep and he would have to pick you up and make you face the wall, yet you still managed to end up at the bottom of the bed without him knowing.

You arm on his nose or your entire body ontop of him like a cat that want more warmth and will get it no matter what.

Under his desk was something else, a whole new place you had created.

Tim spent most of his time on the desk and you knew it, since you don't want him to be alone you build your own room under his desk.

Picture of my little pony, a chart that doesn't make sense but Tim would listen to you mumbled about it, food and drink, pillow and his jacket you used as pillow and books.

You would read aloud to him while he work on a case, you did have trouble reading and in the end Tim would just read the book with you and intentionally make mistakes so you won't be so embarassed.

Jason who didn't like this was trying so hard on the sideline to get you to drop Tim yet to his Disappointment you were stubborn.

"C'mon we can go watch my little pony till ten if you say im your favourite"

Jason have been trying for years to beat Tim and get the favourite. He tried to spend more times with you but it's impossible when you follow Tim like a duckling even waiting outside bathroom.

"I know you love Pony"

Jason was determine, it wasn't fair at all. You saw Tim call him a tomato and from that day you practically glue yourself onto him, he was way too happy for Jasons liking.

He already wanted to Bash his head for replacing him and now he wanted to throw his head throw a wall for getting all your affection.

"No, Timmy said no"

"You- When did you start listening to adults, you should be a rebel..."

"No"

Jason have never wanted to shake a child so hard just cause they weren't rebellious like he was.

Before Jason could continue his persuasion you saw Tim walk by and instantly went towards him, leaving the older male still kneeling on the ground with my little pony disc on his hand.

"...You like pony?"

Stephanie who just walk into the scene commented, with a wide smile.

"Shut it"

Jason left with the disc still on his hand, leaving Stephanie who was over the moon with her discovery to shout at him.

"Nothing wrong with liking ponies!"

Tim bought everything in two now, doesn't matter what he bought you would always swallow them without even knowing what it was.

It was honestly adorable, eating or drinking anything he ate because you wanted to grow up like him. For someone with short arms you could reach high.

If Tim was to eat something you would eat them without hesitation and proudly huff when you swallow.

You drank coffee once didn't sleep the entire night just went crazy around the house all night.

That's how they made you eat disgusting medicine, by making Tim eat something else that look alike to the medicine and faster then a cell could enter your brain you would chuck them down.

"C'mon brocoli is healthy, you'll grow up like me!"

Dick tried to convince you as he tried to push the food through your mother yet you stubbornly resisted.

And you resorted to pulling his hair, it doesn't hurt that much but it still does hurt and you were in no mood to let him go easily.

"Aouch! Geez, you pull real hard huh? Okay let go now no more brocoli"

Dick tried to gently pry your hands away from his hair but you wouldn't budge, pulling with all your might which hurt way more.

Before Dick could resort to yanking you and have you pull some hair out Tim walk in with no reaction to the current dilemma Dick was in.

Sat next to you and pick a brocoli and fed it to you, which you open your mouth without any second and chew, your hands remain on his hair.

"Tim, could you atleast get her to let go-"

"Let this be a punishment for you forcing her to eat when she obviously doesn't want to"

"She just ate, it's not the food it's the feeder!"

You didn't let go of his hair until Tim pick you up.

It was quite normal for people to mistake Tim as your father even tho you two look nothing alike.

Random mother's and elders or even workers praising him for being such a strong single father who loves his kid, Tim doesn't care about the comments. He absolutely found them hilarious.

"Bless your heart for stepping up for your child, the world need a father like you"

An old grandmother who was walking down the street would comment and Tim on the other hand just nod along with it, no denying or acception.

Even the journalists would intentionally made jokes about how Tim was more of a father than Bruce could be to you, and you thought Bruce was... Your distance uncle and not your father.

Every time anyone brought up the Wayne family and Tim or you is mentioned, everyone will agree that you adopted your own father while your adoptive father became your uncle.

You would hold his hands because they were comfortable unlike the others and if anyone tried to hold your hands, insult everywhere.

"Is your hand made out of cement...?"

"...Did your hand ran a marathon? Why so sweaty?"

"Did your hand ate a giant?"

"Your hand's have different gender"

"You hold onto me like im about to fly"

"No please"

"...Your fingers ate a snake"

"It should be illegal for you to hold hands"

Damian love's your fast mouth but hate it when it's towards him, he secretly tried to teach you how to fight Tim went wrong you ended up attacking him.

His plan backfired real bad.

Did they hate that you loves Tim so much while activity insulting them without even understanding your own word? Yes, they still love you.

It was as if you had adopted Tim solely and the rest were just extra benefit.

Tim loves the fact that you were so open about him being your favourite, he's a proud father of one which is you.

As much as the family love's you, you can only love one and that is your adopted father Tim.

shy!clark x fem!reader blurb ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ warnings: dry humping, cumming in pants, pet names, reader is kinda dom, he's so pathetically cute omg, ignore mistakes <3

When he wasn't flying around the city fighting bad guys and saving people, he worked at the Daily Planet. And he was a huge dork.

You've been his friend for a long while, you tease and poke at him, sometimes you even steal his glasses. Clark wasn't opposed to it, he found it adorable. He was also very intrigued that you even found him interesting.

Girls in the office swoon over him because of his big appearance and his respectful actions, but they never talked to him. It made him feel like eye candy.

You were all over him — making him lunch for work, calling in sick when he did, even writing him little affirmations on sticky notes and sticking them to his computer. You weren't a stalker type, just very intuitive and sweet.

Clark loved the attention he got from you. He didn't have to be superman to be liked by a woman like you, and he loved it. It was like he was starved for something new.

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

The Daily Planet was closing soon so everyone was clocking out. Clark purposely stayed late for you, this was the first night he'd done such a thing. Thinking about you alone made his protective instincts kick in, but he didn't want to seem obsessive.

You typed away at your computer, shifting between a pen to sign papers, typing to write an article. You were busy. Clark knew not to mess with you right now.

So he just gazed at you from his desk, seeing how tired you looked — eyes fluttering softly as they tried to keep open, your hands trembling due to the amount of caffeine you drank. And most of all, he noticed the pretty little freckle on your face. Something most people miss.

He was just admiring you. You looked so beautiful and kind. But he knew better than to interrupt you with his stupid comments right now.

You stole a glance at Clark as you turned to grab a file from one of your coworkers desks, turning in your chair. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his glasses weren't framed with his face. The curls on his head added to the whole thing, until you saw how red he was.

You get back to your desk and open the file, trying your best to ignore him. You thought it would be awkward to look again.

He didn't seem to mind that you were ignoring him. This way he can look at you for longer without the need to look away.

Clark's eyes wandered, maybe a little too far. Your heels were off and you were barefooted. He flicked his brow, traveling his eyes up your calves, seeing the smooth shine of your legs. Up and up until he saw your thighs, only so covered by the skirt that was riding up.

He felt a funny feeling in his lower abdomen, traveling to his fingertips. He took a deep breath and shifted in his chair, looking a little more hot than he did a few minutes ago.

You glance again and see the erection in his pants. It wasn't your intention to look there first...it just happened.

Clark shoved his nose into a week old newspaper by the edge of his desk. He took silent breaths, trying to calm himself down a little.

He felt so pathetic — getting needlessly hard at the sight of your legs. It's not like he hasn't seen them before. Maybe it's the way you're acting? You look exhausted but it only made him want you more.

"Clark?" You ask for him.

He hums, "yes?" He didn't look up from the paper. His voice was so...thick.

"Are you alright?"

With a straighten of his back, he puts the paper down over his lap, casually covering his erection. Clark gulps, feeling the sweat dripping down his back. That one curl in his face seems to irritate him like never before, and his body language was restless.

"I'm okay, just a little hot."

You got up from your chair and wasted no time investigating. You walked towards him and grabbed the back of his chair, smelling the sweet musk of his sweat.

You pull him away from his desk into the middle of the walkway, turning his chair to face you. He felt the soreness straining against his pants.

You giggle at his flustered reaction, "a little hot?"

Clark nods shyly.

"What is really the matter, Clark?" You were sure he was a little turned on, but you didn't expect a boner from him. "You never stay late with me."

"I just...I- fuck-" he sighs with frustration, "I like you."

He was still so nervous, but his words were clear like a statement more than a confession. You stepped back a little and looked at him. Seeing him in this state made your thighs rub together in an attempt to brush away the desperation between your legs.

"You like me?."

You sounded so stupid, playing dumb like that.

"What's got you so worked up, hun?" Your voice was gentle, but it wasn't taunting. It was genuine.

Clark spread his legs to try and rest his throbbing erection, "please- stop."

"What?"

"Speaking-"

You tilt your head, "I'm a little confused."

Without warning, he tossed the newspaper from his lap and reached for you, pulling you towards him, making you sit in his lap.

You stumble before he adjusts you. You felt everything that was making him act this way — hard cock straining against tight pants, leaking through enough to see precum.

You gasp and whisper, "Clark," Shocked.

"Y-you're making this so hard for me." Clark groans as he adjusts, pushing his throbbing cock against your inner thigh, "shit!"

You furrow your brows, "you're struggling aren't you?"

"Keep talking like that," he moans, "I might cum"

You bite your lower lip as you run your hands through his curly hair, seeing his glasses fog up. You wiggle your hips against him, making him jerk upwards with sensitivity.

"too much?"

"p-please keep going." Clark's breathing was labored.

You began to dry hump him through his clothes, gripping his big biceps, running your hands to his chest, letting out small whimpers to keep him on edge.

He whines softly, "right there- right there, mm!"

"Clark-" you whisper softly, feeling his muscles tense. He was a mess — about to cream his pants, but he really didn't want to.

You press your core against his clothed erection, feeling how tight the pants were around him, keeping him down. Your skirt rode up your hips, this only made Clark want to cum even more.

He pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed with desperation, "s-sweet- fuck. It feels so good. D-don't- agh, don't stop!"

His voice was needy, high pitched, and completely strained with trying to cum. Your movements were slow and deliberate, but he didn't comment on it.

"Gonna cum?"

He nods.

"You're gonna make a mess, hun. Are you sure." You taunted him and slowed down, trying to draw a reaction from him.

Clark whines, "wait, don't. Please, please, m'so close!"

You pressed yourself down harder, pushing his length to its limit. You heard the desperate cries escape his mouth, making you wetter.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, "please, angel."

You hum softly as you continue to hump him, jerking him off with little effort, in little time. He usually didn't cum fast so he's pretty embarrassed. But how can he not? You're too good with him.

Clark grips your hips, "I-"

You hush him, pressing your hand over his mouth, letting him breathe roughly through his nose. He let out muffled whines as he came in his pants. This thighs trembled underneath you as his boxers soaked in his seed.

His cries were so adorable, you couldn't help but smile a little, still keeping a good place on him to keep his orgasm from ending too soon.

You finally take your hand off his mouth and he pants, "I'm so sorry...so sorry."

His husky voice mingled with your ears and you giggle. Maybe he wasn't such a dork after all.

Clark kept you in his lap as he continued to apologize to you. But all he really wanted to do was thank you.