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‘we aren’t in Kansas anymore’ fic and what did you mean here? “He had never heard something so profound before, he didn’t even know he could do that. He decides to make a mental note for later, to focus on the sound of his co-“
his coworker??? or what because now I’m like so sad because what do you mean?
honestly i've been thinking about this for 20 minutes now and i have NO IDEA?? did i mean to put "vo-" for voice? wish i could answer but i wrote that 4 months ago.
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waiting for more? check out my clark kent masterlist. updates will be around every two weeks, but i'm a liar so.... SUMMARY - A casual movie night with your best friend leads to the two of you striking up an equally as casual deal. Just sex, no messy feelings or labels. It's what you both need and besides, your adults and you've known Clark forever. What's the worst that could happen anyways?
story contains smut, detailed warnings will be provided
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reading a smut pet peeve post and having fun/giggling until they mention smth i do
like damn ok
18+ inexperienced!clark kent who’s powers go haywire his first time
everything about you is overwhelming him, all the while both of you are still fully clothed. you'd done stuff before sure, but never like this.
never with you grinding into his hardened lap, with even the softest moans that leave your lips blasting in his ears. he hears it all, the whines from your clothed cunt rubbing up just right against the seam of his perfectly starched jeans.
breathing heavy into each other, you begin removing your clothes. first your shirt, that reveals a bright red lacy pattern across your chest, which has clark blinking a few times and breathing heavy.
then your sleep shorts (which weren't much material to begin with) he feels, smells, hears, and sees it all. its like all the little things he's learnt how to just "turn off' over the years, loose all their control at the sight of you naked.
by the time your both left in only underwear, he's a mess. hand flexing at your sides, sweat collecting at his forehead and causing his hair to melt to his skin.
"you okay baby?" you ask, noticing his seemingly discomforted state.
"we can stop if you-" you barely get to lift your thigh an inch off of him, befroe his strong hand are squeezing into the skin on your waist, connecting your centers with such force it drags a soft groan from both of you.
"don't stop, just need a minute. you're... everywhere" his tone is right as he screws his eyes shut and buries his head in your shoulder.
you aren't exactly sure just what that means, but you wait anyway. or atleast, your body waits, while your mind drifts off to the thought of him channelling his alien strength to fuck you stupid.
"oh gosh baby please... you're gonna kill me." you feel his grip at your sides again, and shift uncomfortably at the harness against your inner thigh.
"what can you, you feel that?" you question at his reaction
"feel it, hear it, smell it, for goodness sakes doll i can practically taste it" he starts moving again now, grinding against you while moving your hips in pattern with his.
you don't have time to respond to his words, you can only moan his name into the open space around you as his fingers reach breach the fabric of your underwear. collecting your wetness with his fingers before rubbing tight circles against your bud.
soon enough, he's lining himself up with your entrance, thrusting in and out with just the tip a few times, before dragging you all the way down on his cock.
with how full you are, clark has to help you to bounce on him, lifting you like you weigh nothing. practically using you like a doll, picking you up and dropping you down, using his own hips to thrust into you.
it's all too much for him, the feeling of your warm walls around him, all the sounds amplified in his head. he buries his head in your neck as a distraction, trying to fight the tension he can already feel building inside of him.
trailing wet kisses and hickeys along the exposed and sensitive skin on your neck all while grinding himself impossibly deeper into you.
"cah, cold" you try and fail, too overwhelmed by the dual sensation that has rendered your brain and speech useless.
"wha- mmphf, wha'd you say?" he speaks into your neck, still not noticing that he's freezing it.
"y'freeze breath clark, t's too cold" you speak through the whimpers of sensation.
takes a minute for the words to fully register before he pulls his head back to find that there is in fact frost, over the quickly forming bruises on your neck.
he'd been using his freeze breath without even noticing, he should be embarrassed, ask if your okay, do all the things a good alien boyfriend would do.
he doesn't though, he can't, not when the sight is turning him on past the point of no return. not only has he marked you, the two of you were too fucked out to even notice it. so driven by the feeling of being so deeply connected, that the thought didn't cross either of your minds.
his thrust are rougher after that, quickly driving the both of you dangerously to the edge. however, as the heat builds, he doesn't just feel it in the pit of his stomach.
no, it's everywhere, the tips of his toes and fingers, his palms, even the familiar heat behind his eyes seems to be overflowing as you both near your peaks.
it takes your cock drunk brain about 30 seconds to notice that your no longer on the bed. but rather, hovering about a feet or so into the air. clark doesn't notice, or maybe he just doesn't care. the only thing he's focused on is your pleasure and his own.
you cry out as your orgasm takes you over, and so does he. screwing his eyes shut as tight as he can to contain the red hot heat that threatens to release to the sensation of your walls fluttering around his length.
safe to say, sex will never be the same for either of you, ever again.
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jason receiving head...mdni 20+
jason had a nasty habit for being a head pusher, but he just couldn't help it. the way you gagged around him as he pushed your head further down his cock, spit gargling in the back of your throat as you dragged your nails deep into the skin on the back of his thighs.
red trail marks that sent a sensation straight to the head of his dick. leaking all over your buds across your tongue, a warm salty taste. his favourite part though, was when he pulled himself back out to let you actually breathe.
your mouth hung open and tongue dangling out of your mouth like a panting, needy dog. eyes half lidded in a fucked out state as his cock sat heavy and hot on your tongue. you could literally see the steam rising off it from your point of view.
he tilted your head back more, forcing you to look up at him with those dead eyes.
"you ready for some more?" his voice was taunting with a hint of care, he would never push you past your limit unless you asked. when you nodded in response, your dry mouth beginning to water as he slid himself back into your mouth, letting you hollow cheeks around him and swirling your tongue along the frenulum.
"oooh fuuuuck yeahhhh" the way he dragged those words past his lips as a praise, how he relished in the fact you not only sucked cock but looked so fucking good while you did it. stuffed to the brim by his thickness, veins pressed flush against your lips. a slight discomfort to your jaw was worth the price of getting him off.
and when he jerked himself as he was bottoming out on your face and tits, watching you drop your tongue out and taste him.
if he was bad for anything it was the multiple orgasms it took to actually wear him out. destroying each and every one of your holes just to satisfy his needs.
18+ inexperienced!clark kent who’s powers go haywire his first time
everything about you is overwhelming him, all the while both of you are still fully clothed. you'd done stuff before sure, but never like this.
never with you grinding into his hardened lap, with even the softest moans that leave your lips blasting in his ears. he hears it all, the whines from your clothed cunt rubbing up just right against the seam of his perfectly starched jeans.
breathing heavy into each other, you begin removing your clothes. first your shirt, that reveals a bright red lacy pattern across your chest, which has clark blinking a few times and breathing heavy.
then your sleep shorts (which weren't much material to begin with) he feels, smells, hears, and sees it all. its like all the little things he's learnt how to just "turn off' over the years, loose all their control at the sight of you naked.
by the time your both left in only underwear, he's a mess. hand flexing at your sides, sweat collecting at his forehead and causing his hair to melt to his skin.
"you okay baby?" you ask, noticing his seemingly discomforted state.
"we can stop if you-" you barely get to lift your thigh an inch off of him, befroe his strong hand are squeezing into the skin on your waist, connecting your centers with such force it drags a soft groan from both of you.
"don't stop, just need a minute. you're... everywhere" his tone is right as he screws his eyes shut and buries his head in your shoulder.
you aren't exactly sure just what that means, but you wait anyway. or atleast, your body waits, while your mind drifts off to the thought of him channelling his alien strength to fuck you stupid.
"oh gosh baby please... you're gonna kill me." you feel his grip at your sides again, and shift uncomfortably at the harness against your inner thigh.
"what can you, you feel that?" you question at his reaction
"feel it, hear it, smell it, for goodness sakes doll i can practically taste it" he starts moving again now, grinding against you while moving your hips in pattern with his.
you don't have time to respond to his words, you can only moan his name into the open space around you as his fingers reach breach the fabric of your underwear. collecting your wetness with his fingers before rubbing tight circles against your bud.
soon enough, he's lining himself up with your entrance, thrusting in and out with just the tip a few times, before dragging you all the way down on his cock.
with how full you are, clark has to help you to bounce on him, lifting you like you weigh nothing. practically using you like a doll, picking you up and dropping you down, using his own hips to thrust into you.
it's all too much for him, the feeling of your warm walls around him, all the sounds amplified in his head. he buries his head in your neck as a distraction, trying to fight the tension he can already feel building inside of him.
trailing wet kisses and hickeys along the exposed and sensitive skin on your neck all while grinding himself impossibly deeper into you.
"cah, cold" you try and fail, too overwhelmed by the dual sensation that has rendered your brain and speech useless.
"wha- mmphf, wha'd you say?" he speaks into your neck, still not noticing that he's freezing it.
"y'freeze breath clark, t's too cold" you speak through the whimpers of sensation.
takes a minute for the words to fully register before he pulls his head back to find that there is in fact frost, over the quickly forming bruises on your neck.
he'd been using his freeze breath without even noticing, he should be embarrassed, ask if your okay, do all the things a good alien boyfriend would do.
he doesn't though, he can't, not when the sight is turning him on past the point of no return. not only has he marked you, the two of you were too fucked out to even notice it. so driven by the feeling of being so deeply connected, that the thought didn't cross either of your minds.
his thrust are rougher after that, quickly driving the both of you dangerously to the edge. however, as the heat builds, he doesn't just feel it in the pit of his stomach.
no, it's everywhere, the tips of his toes and fingers, his palms, even the familiar heat behind his eyes seems to be overflowing as you both near your peaks.
it takes your cock drunk brain about 30 seconds to notice that your no longer on the bed. but rather, hovering about a feet or so into the air. clark doesn't notice, or maybe he just doesn't care. the only thing he's focused on is your pleasure and his own.
you cry out as your orgasm takes you over, and so does he. screwing his eyes shut as tight as he can to contain the red hot heat that threatens to release to the sensation of your walls fluttering around his length.
safe to say, sex will never be the same for either of you, ever again.
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✮⋆˙ jason todd can have a tender friendship with you and want you, but can't allow himself to date you
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✮⋆˙ cw !! 18+, fem!reader, angsty and jealous jason, reader makes the first move, penetration, mating press, use of 'ma' and 'doll'
jason todd had this terrible habit of showing up at your window after every patrol. it wasn't exactly just to casually swing by and say 'hi' either, but more like a shadowy figure glooming over your window just long enough to make sure you were safe. you liked it. but, of course, you never missed an opportunity to tease him about it, jokingly calling him a creep whenever you had the chance and he'd just wave it off insisting you could never be careful enough in a city like this one. sometimes he'd even be lucky enough to catch you while you were awake, which almost always earned him an invitation inside. you'd offer him some leftovers, sometimes coffee.. and some nights you'd even stay up on purpose, hoping to squeeze in some catching up before he jumped off to the next rooftop. and tonight was one of those nights.
pushing it down and praying pt.1
fwb!clark x reader
warnings: angst, sexual relations as emotion suppressing , no actual smut in this part, kissing
He could tell from the second you dropped your bag on the floor that something was wrong. The expression on your face that bled an expression he hadn't had the misfortune of witnessing yet.
Trying to avoid as much conversations as possible, knowing he’ll see right through your facade.
It wasn't like you, to so visibly carry your pain with you, which is how he knew it must've been bad. You still melted in his arms, but you kissed away his concerned questioning when he tried.
i just got into my dream grad school ahhh
congratulationsssssuhhh
pairing: jason todd x f!reader + clark kent x f!reader + dick grayson x f!reader
summary: tiktok trend "telling my boyfriend i cant pay the bills this month" on different dc characters.
warnings: fluff, pet names, suggestive (jason’s freaked out) , kissing i think
jason todd
You'd texted him earlier this morning to let him know that you had some "bad news", figured it would add to the dramatics. Then 5 minutes later you texted him again to tell him that you weren't in danger or anything.
Remembering the last time you accidentally left him an ominous message like that, and the rev of his motorcycle outside your office window that came 15 minutes later.
Now you waited with anticipation, deciding to cook an apology dinner for pranking him, as you awaited his arrival.
As soon as you turned the dial of the stove off, the clicking and rotating of your front door lock sounded through your apartment. You fought to keep a grin off your face as you set the table.
Jason walked slowly into the kitchen, eyes sweeping over the entire room, before looking you up and down. As if assessing a threat, he walked slowly towards you, setting his helmet and keys down before moving to kiss you on the forehead.
"Hey Jay, how was patrol?" you asked, making sure your tone sounded tired and a little defeated. Continuing to set the table, instead of dragging him into a hug like you always did.
"It was fine... what's wrong, who do I need to kill?" He says, hooking one finger under your chin to drag your face up to meet his.
You lightly turn away, looking into the corner to hide your smile before continuing to set the table.
"Sit down, i'll go get the food." you say in the same soft voice as before
When you return with two plates in your hand, you almost ruin the whole thing by bursting into laughter. Jason's expression is almost completely identical to that of a guilty child.
He sits there, drumming his finger against the thin metal of the fork, wracking his brain for anything that he could've done wrong in the past month.
You set the plates down before sitting across from him, thinking out your theatrics in your head before you begin.
Jason eats slowly, watching your reaction to his small thanks and compliments of the meal. This goes on for all of 5 minutes, before he breaks the silence. "Okay that's it" he says, placing his fork down before facing you to speak again.
"What's this "bad news" that's got you mopin' around like this?" His tone is concerned now, as he looks for the answer in your eyes.
You sigh before looking up at him, "I'm not gonna be able to pay for the rent this month..." You're barely able to get the sentence out without breaking character.
All concern and worry leaves Jason's face as soon as the words leave your mouth. Turning his head to the side as amusement washes over his face.
"Oh really?" He speaks sarcastically, getting out of his chair and moving over to you. He rounds the table over to your side, picking you up under your arms and turning the both of you so you are sitting on the table and he's standing in-between your thighs.
You love it when he does this, it allows you to finally be eye to eye with the 6 feet giant, as opposed to craning your neck up at him al the time.
"You" his hands drag down to the plush of your waist, squeezing the skin before planting a soft kiss along your neck.
"Aren't gonna be "able" to pay for the rent this month?" he interrupts himself throughout the sentence, stopping to plant more kisses of the side of you neckw hiel speaking into it.
He brings his face back to yours when you speak again,
"Jay stop it this is serious" You don't fight the smile when you speak this time.
"Mmm that's not how this works " He tightens his grip on your waist, watching you squirm in his touch before loosening his fingers again.
"How does it work then?" you ask, looking at him as innocently as possible.
"I pay for the rent, and the groceries, and everything else." He goes back to kissing the side of your neck every time his sentence pauses.
"And I get to bend you over the counter." He finishes with a smile that is way to innocent for the words that came with it.
clark kent
In all the time you’ve been dating Clark Kent, you can’t recall a single time he’s allowed you to pay for something that had anything to do with him. Not even on the first date—that you ended up asking him on because he was too shy to do it, did he allow you to pay.
You can still perfectly recall the look of shock that covered his face as he watched you flip open the latch on your clutch purse when the waiter had brought the bill over. He was equally surprised at the fact that anything other than a singular lipgloss could fit in that bag, as he was that you had expected to pay for the meal.
After trying (and failing) to convince clark to at least go 50/50 on the bill, you gave in and let him pay, realizing that you were fighting a loosing battle.
All the more reason that this was the perfect prank for Clark, he isn’t online anymore after the whole “#supershit” incident, so he’ll have no idea what you’ll be doing. You quickly school your expression as Clark walks into the room, feeling the excitement of your quickly formulating plan grow.
Wasting no time getting into character, you squint down at your screen and curse quietly, pretending not to notice Clark’s attention as you scroll through nothing on your phone.
“What’s wrong?” He inquires almost immediately, and you respond by giving him your best, concerned/guilty puppy dog eyes.
“Clark I’m really sorry…” you speak in a tone that matches your expression, solidifying his concern as he takes a step closer to you.
His expression is serious now as he sits on the seat in front of you, bringing his hands to your shoulders while searching your face. “It’s okay, just tell me going on.” His voice is gentle when he speaks to you, so gentle you almost feel bad for pranking him, but alas, the show must go on.
“I went over budget this month and I… can’t make rent this month.” you gesture vaguely at the device in your hand before meeting his eyes and watching as his expression goes from concerned, to more concerned.
You watch the words formulate in his brain as he processes your words, using his patience to not laugh in your face when he speaks.
“You can’t…” He pauses, turning his head to the side in a manner similar to that of a confused puppy. “Honey you don’t pay rent… are you feeling okay?”
“No of course i’m not feeling okay, we’re gonna get evicted Clark!”
“We aren’t getting- sweetheart I pay the rent, every month…” He speaks slowly, trying to make sure that you can understand the words coming out of his month.
“No we have to go pack come on.” You say with finality, barely able to hide your grin as you walk into the bedroom.
“Wha- where are you going?” He calls from his seat on the couch.
Clark stands and follows behind you with the most confused look you’ve ever seen, on his farm boy features. He watches you open the drawers for a few seconds, stopping you right before you unfold his shirts and place them on the bed.
He walks over to stand in between you and his perfectly folded attire, placing both hands on your shoulders while he looks down in your eyes.
“Are you checking my pupils right now?” Your tone laced with amusement.
“Yes, yes I am because clearly someone has drugged my girlfriend!”
Now, you do start laughing, just barely at first, like a drop of water through a sealed wall. Before completely bursting into a fit of laughter, directly in his face. Clark laughs too, wearily, but laughing nevertheless.
“What has gotten into you?” He asks, still unsure if you’re under the influence of something.
You bring your hands to either side of his large face, “Its just this Tiktok trend baby i’m sorry.” You say through your laughter.
Clark sighs before relaxing into your touch, “For gosh sakes honey…I thought you’d lost your mind!”
dick grayson
You were supposed to do this months ago. Seeing it on your for you page for the first time in what... june? You'd forgotten all about it until right now, as you watched the perfect scene be set for the unveiling of your plan.
Dick was on the phone with Jason or maybe Tim? Okay maybe you weren't paying that much attention. But the phone was on speaker phone and they seemed to be talking about housing away from the manor.
He was occasionally adding in to the conversation as the person on the phone--who you know recognize as Jason, spoke on about the topic.
With him on the phone, you now get two reactions instead of one.
Waiting for silence to overtake the conversation, you watched your boyfriend spin around the kitchen, collecting ingredients for dinner, while silently wondering how you could casually get him to cook with his shirt off.
"Hey dick actually, i've been meaning to talk to you about something."
He glances up at you for a moment, assessing your face before continuing to focus back on dicing the vegetables in this hands.
"Yeah? What's goin' on?"
Jason was quiet on the phone now, surely pretending not to care about your conversations while eavesdropping.
"I'm uh, I can't pay the rent this month... so-"
Jason speaks before Dick does, cutting you off and causing both you and your boyfriend to look at the phone.
"She pays rent?" He says loud enough for the phone to vibrate against the countertop.
Dick looks at you with his mouth agape before looking back at the phone, then at you again. You watch the scene unfold, listening to the familiar pattering of Jason tinkering with his bike through the phone.
"I- No, obviously she does not pay rent" he responds.
"Thennn why would she tell you that she can't pay rent this month."
Jason sounds a whole lot less interested in the idea that you may or not be paying rent, and a lot more interested in pissing off his brother.
"Because she-" Dick sighs, placing the knife down and reaching for the phone.
"I'm gonna call you back" He says into the microphone.
Jason manages to fit in one more snide remark before ending the call, so you hear
"Yeah bud, sound like you got something to deal with." Before the call ending tune plays through the device.
Setting down the phone, Dick turns his glance up at you now with a playful but confused look on his face.
"What do you mean you, "can't pay the rent this month?"
You open your mouth to respond, but he speaks again.
“Actually… what do you pay for? I don’t even think I’ve ever even seen your wallet… do you have one?”
“Dick, this is serious! we are gonna be out on the streets if I don’t get this money by next friday.”
You're giggling at your own words now, finding your prank successful as you watch the recognition go through his head.
“You saw this online didn't you, some kinda trend?”
You don't have to answer, your expression is enough to reveal the truth.
"You're ridiculous y'know that, Jason's gonna be telling everyone that I have you paying my bills."
"Well that part wasn't in my plan, just a happy accident."
He looks at you and pauses for a moment, like he wouldn't trade you, or your antics for anything.
You recognize the look so easily because it's the same one you give him, every single day.
pairing: jason todd x f!reader + clark kent x f!reader + dick grayson x f!reader
summary: tiktok trend "telling my boyfriend i cant pay the bills this month" on different dc characters.
warnings: fluff, pet names, suggestive (jason’s freaked out) , kissing i think
jason todd
You'd texted him earlier this morning to let him know that you had some "bad news", figured it would add to the dramatics. Then 5 minutes later you texted him again to tell him that you weren't in danger or anything.
Remembering the last time you accidentally left him an ominous message like that, and the rev of his motorcycle outside your office window that came 15 minutes later.
Now you waited with anticipation, deciding to cook an apology dinner for pranking him, as you awaited his arrival.
As soon as you turned the dial of the stove off, the clicking and rotating of your front door lock sounded through your apartment. You fought to keep a grin off your face as you set the table.
Jason walked slowly into the kitchen, eyes sweeping over the entire room, before looking you up and down. As if assessing a threat, he walked slowly towards you, setting his helmet and keys down before moving to kiss you on the forehead.
"Hey Jay, how was patrol?" you asked, making sure your tone sounded tired and a little defeated. Continuing to set the table, instead of dragging him into a hug like you always did.
"It was fine... what's wrong, who do I need to kill?" He says, hooking one finger under your chin to drag your face up to meet his.
You lightly turn away, looking into the corner to hide your smile before continuing to set the table.
"Sit down, i'll go get the food." you say in the same soft voice as before
When you return with two plates in your hand, you almost ruin the whole thing by bursting into laughter. Jason's expression is almost completely identical to that of a guilty child.
He sits there, drumming his finger against the thin metal of the fork, wracking his brain for anything that he could've done wrong in the past month.
You set the plates down before sitting across from him, thinking out your theatrics in your head before you begin.
Jason eats slowly, watching your reaction to his small thanks and compliments of the meal. This goes on for all of 5 minutes, before he breaks the silence. "Okay that's it" he says, placing his fork down before facing you to speak again.
"What's this "bad news" that's got you mopin' around like this?" His tone is concerned now, as he looks for the answer in your eyes.
You sigh before looking up at him, "I'm not gonna be able to pay for the rent this month..." You're barely able to get the sentence out without breaking character.
All concern and worry leaves Jason's face as soon as the words leave your mouth. Turning his head to the side as amusement washes over his face.
"Oh really?" He speaks sarcastically, getting out of his chair and moving over to you. He rounds the table over to your side, picking you up under your arms and turning the both of you so you are sitting on the table and he's standing in-between your thighs.
You love it when he does this, it allows you to finally be eye to eye with the 6 feet giant, as opposed to craning your neck up at him al the time.
"You" his hands drag down to the plush of your waist, squeezing the skin before planting a soft kiss along your neck.
"Aren't gonna be "able" to pay for the rent this month?" he interrupts himself throughout the sentence, stopping to plant more kisses of the side of you neckw hiel speaking into it.
He brings his face back to yours when you speak again,
"Jay stop it this is serious" You don't fight the smile when you speak this time.
"Mmm that's not how this works " He tightens his grip on your waist, watching you squirm in his touch before loosening his fingers again.
"How does it work then?" you ask, looking at him as innocently as possible.
"I pay for the rent, and the groceries, and everything else." He goes back to kissing the side of your neck every time his sentence pauses.
"And I get to bend you over the counter." He finishes with a smile that is way to innocent for the words that came with it.
clark kent
In all the time you’ve been dating Clark Kent, you can’t recall a single time he’s allowed you to pay for something that had anything to do with him. Not even on the first date—that you ended up asking him on because he was too shy to do it, did he allow you to pay.
You can still perfectly recall the look of shock that covered his face as he watched you flip open the latch on your clutch purse when the waiter had brought the bill over. He was equally surprised at the fact that anything other than a singular lipgloss could fit in that bag, as he was that you had expected to pay for the meal.
After trying (and failing) to convince clark to at least go 50/50 on the bill, you gave in and let him pay, realizing that you were fighting a loosing battle.
All the more reason that this was the perfect prank for Clark, he isn’t online anymore after the whole “#supershit” incident, so he’ll have no idea what you’ll be doing. You quickly school your expression as Clark walks into the room, feeling the excitement of your quickly formulating plan grow.
Wasting no time getting into character, you squint down at your screen and curse quietly, pretending not to notice Clark’s attention as you scroll through nothing on your phone.
“What’s wrong?” He inquires almost immediately, and you respond by giving him your best, concerned/guilty puppy dog eyes.
“Clark I’m really sorry…” you speak in a tone that matches your expression, solidifying his concern as he takes a step closer to you.
His expression is serious now as he sits on the seat in front of you, bringing his hands to your shoulders while searching your face. “It’s okay, just tell me going on.” His voice is gentle when he speaks to you, so gentle you almost feel bad for pranking him, but alas, the show must go on.
“I went over budget this month and I… can’t make rent this month.” you gesture vaguely at the device in your hand before meeting his eyes and watching as his expression goes from concerned, to more concerned.
You watch the words formulate in his brain as he processes your words, using his patience to not laugh in your face when he speaks.
“You can’t…” He pauses, turning his head to the side in a manner similar to that of a confused puppy. “Honey you don’t pay rent… are you feeling okay?”
“No of course i’m not feeling okay, we’re gonna get evicted Clark!”
“We aren’t getting- sweetheart I pay the rent, every month…” He speaks slowly, trying to make sure that you can understand the words coming out of his month.
“No we have to go pack come on.” You say with finality, barely able to hide your grin as you walk into the bedroom.
“Wha- where are you going?” He calls from his seat on the couch.
Clark stands and follows behind you with the most confused look you’ve ever seen, on his farm boy features. He watches you open the drawers for a few seconds, stopping you right before you unfold his shirts and place them on the bed.
He walks over to stand in between you and his perfectly folded attire, placing both hands on your shoulders while he looks down in your eyes.
“Are you checking my pupils right now?” Your tone laced with amusement.
“Yes, yes I am because clearly someone has drugged my girlfriend!”
Now, you do start laughing, just barely at first, like a drop of water through a sealed wall. Before completely bursting into a fit of laughter, directly in his face. Clark laughs too, wearily, but laughing nevertheless.
“What has gotten into you?” He asks, still unsure if you’re under the influence of something.
You bring your hands to either side of his large face, “Its just this Tiktok trend baby i’m sorry.” You say through your laughter.
Clark sighs before relaxing into your touch, “For gosh sakes honey…I thought you’d lost your mind!”
dick grayson
You were supposed to do this months ago. Seeing it on your for you page for the first time in what... june? You'd forgotten all about it until right now, as you watched the perfect scene be set for the unveiling of your plan.
Dick was on the phone with Jason or maybe Tim? Okay maybe you weren't paying that much attention. But the phone was on speaker phone and they seemed to be talking about housing away from the manor.
He was occasionally adding in to the conversation as the person on the phone--who you know recognize as Jason, spoke on about the topic.
With him on the phone, you now get two reactions instead of one.
Waiting for silence to overtake the conversation, you watched your boyfriend spin around the kitchen, collecting ingredients for dinner, while silently wondering how you could casually get him to cook with his shirt off.
"Hey dick actually, i've been meaning to talk to you about something."
He glances up at you for a moment, assessing your face before continuing to focus back on dicing the vegetables in this hands.
"Yeah? What's goin' on?"
Jason was quiet on the phone now, surely pretending not to care about your conversations while eavesdropping.
"I'm uh, I can't pay the rent this month... so-"
Jason speaks before Dick does, cutting you off and causing both you and your boyfriend to look at the phone.
"She pays rent?" He says loud enough for the phone to vibrate against the countertop.
Dick looks at you with his mouth agape before looking back at the phone, then at you again. You watch the scene unfold, listening to the familiar pattering of Jason tinkering with his bike through the phone.
"I- No, obviously she does not pay rent" he responds.
"Thennn why would she tell you that she can't pay rent this month."
Jason sounds a whole lot less interested in the idea that you may or not be paying rent, and a lot more interested in pissing off his brother.
"Because she-" Dick sighs, placing the knife down and reaching for the phone.
"I'm gonna call you back" He says into the microphone.
Jason manages to fit in one more snide remark before ending the call, so you hear
"Yeah bud, sound like you got something to deal with." Before the call ending tune plays through the device.
Setting down the phone, Dick turns his glance up at you now with a playful but confused look on his face.
"What do you mean you, "can't pay the rent this month?"
You open your mouth to respond, but he speaks again.
“Actually… what do you pay for? I don’t even think I’ve ever even seen your wallet… do you have one?”
“Dick, this is serious! we are gonna be out on the streets if I don’t get this money by next friday.”
You're giggling at your own words now, finding your prank successful as you watch the recognition go through his head.
“You saw this online didn't you, some kinda trend?”
You don't have to answer, your expression is enough to reveal the truth.
"You're ridiculous y'know that, Jason's gonna be telling everyone that I have you paying my bills."
"Well that part wasn't in my plan, just a happy accident."
He looks at you and pauses for a moment, like he wouldn't trade you, or your antics for anything.
You recognize the look so easily because it's the same one you give him, every single day.

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It's a lot more romantic than it should be. Fucking under the blankets under the cool light of a full moon, your bodies damp and flush against the other.
He's thrusting slow and deep, his hands wrapped around your waist and his face buried into your neck. He can't look at you, he's already consumed with everything you. All he can smell and feel and hear, it's all you. The sound of your breathy moans, the way your nails scratch against his scalp as you practically cradle his head, the feeling of your soft skin on his. It's almost cruel, how perfect you are. How easy it is to love every part of you.
His only saving grace being his lips, tightly shut. If he opens his mouth, everything he's been holding back will come pouring out. The pleas live somewhere behind his teeth, leaving a hollow ache. He swallows them down again and again, forces them to dissolve in the acid of his stomach.
He's trying his best not to cum too quickly despite the fact that you've been going at it for at least an hour. He needs this to last. Needs to memorize the heat of you surrounding him, the pressure of your body against his, the way your breath catches when he moves just right. If he could freeze time, he would do it now, in this moment where he can pretend the connection between you runs deeper than an orgasm.
"Fuck, Jay," you murmur between quiet moans, and Jason instinctively starts fucking you faster, harder. Chasing those songlike noises from the back of your throat.
It's not long before you cum, your cunt gushing and tightening around him. Of course, that's what sets him off. His hips stutter as he spills into the condom, his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as soft whimpers come out, every muscle in his body straining against the confession that wants to escape. I love you. I love you I love you I love you. He buries it deeper, locks it away where you'll never find it.
He collapses onto you and you take a moment to gently scratch his back, like you always do, like you're not just fucking him to fuck, before wordlessly reminding him of the real nature of all of this by scooting him off of you.
"Needed that. Thanks, Jay," you say sweetly. He can only answer with a soft hum of acknowledgement, swallowing a sob. Something breaks in his expression as you leave, a fracture so small you miss it completely. His vision goes blurry, turning your silhouette into something abstract and distant. It happens every time.
But Jason Todd still loves you, still devotes his soul to you, despite it all.
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