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I feel like guy Gardner counts his pumps

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Guys I NEED DCU guy gardner x readers I want and desire that man so bad 🥀

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Guy Gardner talks a big game. In fact, from the moment he noticed you noticing him, he doesn’t damn well shut up. Talking about how he’ll rock your world, if you’d just give him one chance. That’s all he needs, one night and you’ll be begging him for more he claims. announces to practically everyone in earshot.

But that’s all it is; talk. The moment you corner him, all alone in some dark, intimate space, batting your lashes and running your fingers through his ridiculous haircut as you ask him exactly what he wants to do to you, he’s like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide, cold sweat, tripping over his words and crossing his fingers that whatever stroke of good luck he’s happened upon sees him through to the other side.

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Asshole Treatment

Guy Gardner x fem! reader

Summary: After joining the Justice League, you have had the great displeasure of dealing with Guy’s asshole treatment. After Guy has a close call with death, the two of you get into a fight that pushes you both over the edge. 

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WC: 4.2k

TW/CW: Guy Says Mean Things, ok he calls her a useless POS (he apologizes!), happy ending.

A/N: sorry folks, the bowl cut aint doing it for me. however, i do love me an asshole…

“Why do we even need a medic? We pay her to sit around and do nothing!” 

Guy was back on his high horse, ranting about how the Justice League (newly renamed) didn’t need a glorified babysitter, as he so lovingly coined your position. He was leaning against Micheal’s desk, ranting to him. 

You were at his side, in the process of relocating Guy’s shoulder. 

Guy had been against you from the day you walked in the front door. A member of the team, a metahuman, who did nothing but housesit and put on bandaids. Guy hated useless things, and his eyes, you were useless. Guy hated you with a fiery passion. 

At least the feeling was mutual. 

“Okay, back in place in three, two-”

“I don’t need a count down! Just do-”

You thrust his joint back into place with more force than necessary. 

“Ow! Fucking hell, that hurt!” His accent slipped in thicker than usual as he cussed you out. 

You took a generous step away from him. “Any other notable injuries?”

“I dunno, you tell me!” Guy began circling his arm, cradling the joint with his free hand. 

You looked him over, scanning him for any signs that he was injured. You noticed a cut on his cheek bone and lifted your hand to heal it. 

“Hey, hands off the merchandise!” Guy spat and batted your hand away. 

“You just-” You sucked in a deep breath, then let it out, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fine. I’ll help Kendra now.”

You spun on your heel and stalked off to Kendra’s room. You knew she had a few cuts and scrapes, but nothing major. 

As you left, you could just make out Micheal saying something, but couldn’t make out what. However, you could hear Guy curse at him and knock something to the floor. 

You didn’t care what they said, it didn’t matter. You made your way to Kendra’s room and knocked on the door.

“It’s me,” you called out. 

“Come in,” you heard her huff from the other side. You walked into her room and sat down at the edge of her bed. She was reclining on it, swiping through her phone. “Another fight with Guy?”

“I don’t know what his problem with me is!” You burst, waving your arms for punctuation. “It’s like I can’t do anything right!”

“Well, yeah. He’s got an itty-bitty pea brain.” Kendra held up her two fingers close together, expressing how miniscule Guy’s brain was. “Maybe you should be asking why it bothers you so much.”

“Ugh, not this again,” you groaned and flopped backwards onto her bed. “I do not like that- that- oaf!”

Kendra snorted. “Yeah, sure, that’s what you come and mope everytime he gets mad at you.”

“He’s always mad at me,” you mumbled, staring at her ceiling. 

“And you are always moping,” Kendra countered. “Soon Micheal is going to get fed up with it and make you two fuck it out.”

“Ew, you are disgusting," you shot her a dirty look. 

She simply shrugged. “Fucking it out usually works.”

“Fucking it out,” you said with exaggerated air quotes. “Does not in fact, always work.”

“Have you tried it?”

“No!”

Kendra shook her head. “Then don’t tell me it doesn't work. If you don’t want my help, go ask one of the other boys.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right, that will go over well. I’m sure they want to hear all about my problems.”

“Clark might.”

You paused. “Clark might,” you agreed. “He gives good advice. I’ll talk to him.”

Kendra waved you off, like she couldn’t care less what you did with yourself. 

You left her room, closing the door behind you. You walked back to the entrance to headquarters. Guy was still talking to Micheal, but the conversation abruptly died down when you walked in.

“Have you seen Clark?” You directed your question to Micheal, not keen on starting conversation with Guy again. 

“See?” Guy hissed at Micheal, gesturing towards you. 

Micheal rolled his eyes and ignored Guy. “Yeah, he already left for work.”

“Oh, okay,” you shrugged. “I’ll catch him tomorrow.” 

You spun on your heel and made a hasty escape before Guy could yell at you some more. 

It was late. 

Or early, depending on how you looked at it. The Justice League had been out battling some Kaiju for the past seven hours. 

It was around two am when news coverage announced that the threat had been neutralized. You waited another half hour before the team burst into the base. 

Kendra was limping and clutching her side but didn't seem to be too beat up. Micheal looked generally unscathed, Clark as well. 

Guy, on the other hand, was a wreck. Clark was completely and fully carrying Guy, Guy's legs trailing weakly behind him. He could barely hold his head up, dipping and bobbing as he tried to lift it up. 

It felt like everything went in slow motion for a second. You could smell the burns and blood and sweat. You froze for a moment. 

“Oh god…” Your voice was choked with emotion. This was the worst you had ever seen Guy.

“Don't just stand there,” Micheal snapped. “Help him.”

“Right, yeah, okay,” you responded, your voice shaky. You forced yourself to move and kneeled in front of the couch that Clark deposited Guy on.

You lifted your hands to take his limp wrist in your hand to assess the damage. You let your powers flow through him, noting the worst injuries first. 

“Ruptured spleen, severe internal bleeding, lacerated liver, three broken ribs, dislocated collar bone…” you trailed off shaking your head. “I'm gonna need him to take off the suit.”

“Can you help him?” Clark asked, worry evident in his tone. 

“Yes,” you responded firmly. “It's just gonna suck.”

“Alrighty, I'll leave him in your hands. I gotta heal up too.” 

You hummed a response to Clark, which he took as his chance to leave and go back to his fortress. 

“Guy, I need the suit off,” you said gently, leaning closer to his head. You were kneeling on the ground in front of Guy, in between his thighs, crowding his space. 

“Fuck- fucking buy me ‘inner first…” 

Guy's voice was slurred and thick with his Baltimore accent. You barely understood him, but you had dealt with him drunk many times so you were able to make out his words. 

But you couldn't hide the relief you felt at hearing his voice. It meant he wasn't too far gone. You could save him. You had to save him. 

“Guy, I am taking off your ring.” You spoke slowly and deliberately, as if speaking to a petulant child, and started slipping his ring off. 

Guy suddenly tightened his hand into a fist and jerked away. 

“Facken ‘ell are ya doin?”

“It will be so much easier for me if you just let me take the suit off,” you pleaded with Guy. It was possible to heal him by skin to skin on his hand, but the closer you were to the injury, the less power and less of a toll it had on you. With such severe injuries, you weren't sure you would be able to do it without getting as close as you could. 

“Does it look like I care? Do yer job, or fuck off!”

You were seriously surprised he was still coherent. It had to be sheer willpower (which you supposed made sense) keeping him from passing out. 

“Guy!” You snapped. “That is what I am trying to do!”

“Then do it!” He growled, then winced. He groaned in pain, clutching his side. 

Fuck, you didn't have time for this. 

You cursed under your breath, finally caving to his stubbornness. Maneuvering to sit next to him, you took his hand and slid it up your shirt, placing his palm right above your heart. Your heart was the origin of your metahuman powers, so you hoped that if you couldn't get close to his injury, it might help to be closer to the source. 

You focused your energy into his arm and worked your way down to his gut. You sped up the healing process of his liver, then repaired his spleen. 

Guy cried out in pain as you relocated his collar bone. You tried to fix the ribs, but your heart skipped a beat, signaling to you that you were spent. 

You sagged into the couch and began gulping in air through ragged breaths. 

Guy slowly came to, yanking his hand away as soon as he noticed. 

“Fack were you doing?”

“Healing…” you panted, your eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

There was a beat of silence. 

“I need to be up your shirt to do that?”

You forced your eyes open. Guy was towering over you, standing with his arms crossed across his chest. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to stand so that you could face him better. 

“Yes, Guy, I do. Because someone wouldn’t take off the damned suit so I could do it properly.”

“What kinda healer needs me naked to do a job?”

“Whatever, I’m done.” You shouldered past him, knocking into him. However, it did not have the intended effect. You stumbled and nearly crashed into Micheal’s desk. Strong arms shot out and steadied you. “Get off of me!” You snapped and twisted away from him.

“Woah, there. Jesus Christ, don’t push yourself so hard, you’re not made of energy.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” you seethed as you steadied yourself on your feet. 

“Whaddya mean?” Guy narrowed his eyes at you. 

You just rolled yours. “Stumbling in here half dead. You nearly died!”

“Oh, what do ya care?”

“Of course I care, Guy, I care a lot!” A flash of realization overcame you, and you blanched. To cover your tracks you kept talking. “I care about all of you, it’s my job.”

“You’re not paid to care about me,” Guy said softly. His gaze was so… gentle, it was unlike him. It made you uncomfortable. 

“I care about all of you,” you repeated. “And you’re not Superman, you can’t be reckless like that. You were on the verge of-”

“Oh, Superman this, Superman that, I know I am not Superman!” Guy snapped, crowding your space and sticking a finger in your face. 

“Then stop acting like you’re indestructible like him!”

“Right, cause he's Mr. Perfect!” Guy sneered at you. His face was red now, anger prominent in his features.

“You're not listening!” You stuck your own finger in his face. “Superman has the sun, you only have me. I barely healed you this time, what if I can’t-”

“Then maybe you should get better at your job! Maybe you shouldn’t be a useless piece of shit!”

You blinked and physically reeled from his words. That had to be the cruelest thing he had ever said to you. He had implied before that they did not need you, but this was the first time he called you useless outright. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes and you ducked your head to hide them quickly. 

You weren’t sure what to say. Maybe there wasn’t anything to say. All you knew was that you couldn’t be here anymore.

You turned and started walking away. You made your way to the front door and pushed your way out before he said anything. 

“Hey- wait!”

You didn’t. 

Once you were outside, the tears began falling. You couldn’t stop them no matter how hard you tried. Furiously wiping them away only made more fall. You were tipped over the edge and nothing could slow down your descent. Everything broke and snapped and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

Guy caught up to you quickly, snatching your arm and pulling you to a halt. 

“Let,” you drew in a ragged breath. “Go!”

Guy hushed you and pulled you into his chest. He held you firmly and you were too weak from the overexertion of your powers to escape. 

“I- I hate you!” You cried as you hit his back with your fists. “I hate, hate, hate you!” 

“I know, I know…” Guy responded softly. “I deserve it.”

You felt like a child throwing a tantrum, but you were too emotional to temper your reaction. You continued to writhe and hit his back with your fist, but gave up after a while. You buried your head into his chest and fisted your hands in his shirt. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his suit anymore. Funny. 

Guy had one arm wrapped around the small of your back, a hand on your hip. The other hand was on your shoulder, thumb swiping against the exposed skin of your neck.

In the beginning, it felt like you would never stop crying. But eventually, you did stop crying. It tapered off, leaving you snot nosed and sniffling. You had a flash of awareness that you probably looked disgusting and kept your head in Guy’s broad chest. 

The silence stretched, and seeing as Guy wasn’t speaking up, you decided to break the ice. 

“You suck,” you mumbled into the wet fabric of his shirt. 

Guy drew in a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. “I know.”

You tried wiping your eyes and nose with your hand, but it only made a bigger mess. Guy seemed to notice your attempts and let out a small laugh. 

“Just use my shirt, you already made a mess.”

“I am not going to blow my nose into your shirt, that's disgusting." You paused. “Even if you do deserve it.”

Guy sighed and removed one arm from you to dig in his back pocket. He pulled out a wad of napkins with a logo of a local sports bar on them. He held them close to your face so that you could see them. 

“I am not using your butt napkins.”

Guy let out an incredulous laugh. “Fucking- what? Butt napkins?”

“You could let me go so I could grab some tissues,” you suggested, but made no move to leave his hold.

Guy huffed and brought the napkins closer to your face. “Just take ‘em, sweetheart.” He dropped the ‘t’ sounds in the last word, making it sound more like ‘sweehar’, but you knew what he was saying.

At that, you finally pulled away to glare at him. “You don’t get to call me that.”

Guy’s smirk faltered for a second, but he rebounded quickly. “Let me help then,” he said, apparently opting to ignore your comment. He then shoved the napkins in your face, scrubbing the rough material into your nose. 

“Oh for fuck’s- fine, gimmie them!” You snatched the napkins from him and began cleaning your face and blowing your nose. 

Guy settled his arms around your waist and smiled down at you. 

Once you were done, you wadded up the mass of used napkins into a clean one and shoved them into your back pocket. When you looked up, Guy was still smiling at you.

“What?” You meant for your voice to be harsh and cruel, but it just made Guy smile wider. 

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that?”

You continued glaring at him. You folded your arms below your chest  and arched your back to get further away from him. “Wow, it’s crazy how you’re still talking and not a single apology has left your smug mouth.”

Guy closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a sigh. The motion made the tendons in his neck stand out, his Adam's apple more prominent. 

“You’re right,” he said after a moment. “I just-”

“You just what? That still isn’t an apology!”

Guy sighed again and dipped his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed and let him curl into you, too tired to fight back. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been given’ ya the asshole treatment,” he mumbles into your neck. 

You let out a scoff of disbelief. “The what?”

“Iss what my parents used to call how I treated girls I liked. The asshole treatment.”

“It’s what your-” Your brain caught up to his words and you let out a choked squeak. 

“Yeah, I know,” he mumbled and nuzzled closer to you. “Ya smell good.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were completely and totally stunned into silence. Guy Gardner liked you? The person who had been making your life at the Justice League a living hell for the past several months, that person, liked you?

“I’ve been jealous of you and Supershit. I thought you liked him. Iss why I lashed out when you mentioned him.”

“Clark literally orbits around Lois,” you laughed. “You were jealous of the one person I would never go for? He’s so not my type.”

Guy finally picked up his head and looked at you properly. “What is your type then?” He had a smirk on his face, as if he already knew the answer. 

You pursed your lips. “No comment.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, you said you cared about me,” he grinned and tilted his head closer to you. 

“I said I care about the whole team.” You felt heat creep up your neck. You averted your gaze and huffed. “You can let go of me now.”

“Where ya gonna go?”

“Home.”

You could see Guy frowning out of the corner of your eye. “Yer not still mad, are ya?”

“I don’t know, Guy. I mean I am a useless piece of shit. Why would you need me here anyways?”

Guy winced when you repeated his words. “I didn’t mean it…”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I’m stupid.”

You whipped your head to face him. He looked like a kicked puppy, downtrodden and sad. “You- what?”

“I’m an absolute idiot.” He rephrased his earlier statement with a sigh. “I don’t know how ta act ‘round girls I like. I’m just… mean.”

“The asshole treatment?”

Guy nodded. “The asshole treatment," he agreed. 

You sighed. “Say you’re sorry again.”

“I am so, so sorry,” Guy said earnestly. Hope flickered in his eyes as he looked at you. 

“You’re going to have to make it up to me,” you added. 

Guy grinned wolfishly and dipped his head to meet yours. “Now, tha’ I can do, hon.”

You pressed a hand to his lips before he could do anything stupid. 

“I'm still mad at you.” 

“I know,” Guy mumbled behind your finger. 

“And I do not like you,” you added. 

Guy cocked an eyebrow. “Debateable.” 

“And just because this is your way of- Guy!” 

Guy maneuvered around your finger and dipped his face into your neck. He began pressing kisses to your jaw, neck, and collarbone. He worked his way down your throat and back up.

“I’m listening,” he mumbled through kisses. 

“Clearly you are not!” You couldn’t help the raise in pitch your voice did as he continued pressing kisses into the hollow of your throat. 

“My way of…?” He quoted your earlier words to show he was in fact listening. 

You splayed your hands on his chest and applied a small amount of pressure, but he kept going. Fuck, this asshole was stubborn. And you were angry. You could at least give him a piece of your mind if he was going to continue being obstinate. 

“Just because this is how you show affection does not give you the right to say those cruel things to me.”

Guy lifted his head for a moment, flashing you a smirk. “Nah, this is how I show affection.”

He leaned down to kiss you once more, but you stopped him with a hand over his mouth. He huffed in annoyance. He used one of hands to pin your wrists to his chest.

“Will ya jus’ lemme kiss ya already?” 

“You called me a useless piece of shit!”

“I said I was sorry!”

“And that makes it better?” You sighed. “Guy, you scared me today. You almost died.”

The irritation on his features faltered. “Aw, hon, I know you’re madly in love with me, but Imma big boy, I can handle myself.”

“But you didn’t,” you pressed. “You were about half an hour away from bleeding out. Don’t do stupid shit like that.”

“I am a superhero,” Guy said softly, enunciating his words. “I made a vow-”

“I don’t care about your stupid vow if it gets you killed!” 

Guy’s eyes softened and he leaned down to press his forehead to yours. 

“I promise I will come back to ya, I always will.”

You cleared your throat uncomfortably. “I mean to all of us. Because we all care about you.”

Guy snorted an ugly laugh. “Baby, how long are ya gonna fight this?”

“I don’t like you,” you repeated to yourself. 

“Uh huh,” Guy agreed with you, slowly inching closer. 

“I seriously have zero feelings for you.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Guy’s breath fan across your lips. 

“Mhm.” He hummed, pressing his lips softly to yours, but applying no pressure. You could feel the vibration of his answer with your lips. He held still, touching you, but making no move to push it any further. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but barely got out one word before your razor thin control snapped like a thread. The feeling of your lips brushing past his was just too much. You pressed into him and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Guy let go of your wrists and you threaded the behind his neck to pull him closer. 

Guy bit down on your lower lip, and you knew what he was doing, but the motion still elicited a gasp from you. Guy took the opportunity to kiss you deeply. 

Not surprisingly, Guy was a phenomenal kisser. With how much he ran his smart mouth, he sure knew how to work it. 

Guy cradled the back of your head in his palm, the other still wrapped securely around your waist. Guy kissed you until you were breathless and had to pull away. 

Guy wasted no time kissing the corner of your mouth and down your jaw, to your neck. He wandered until he found the spot that made your breath hitch, then attacked it with fervor. 

“Guy, Guy, you’re gonna- ah- leave a mark!” You tried to reprimand him angrily, but all that came out were breathy sighs. 

Guy ignored you and continued until he was satisfied. He pulled away to look at his handiwork and smirked. “That was the point, hon.”

You did your best to glare at him, but a yawn split your face. You brought up a hand to cover your mouth, yawning into it. 

“You must be tired,” Guy sighed. “C’mon, let's get you to bed.” Guy pulled away from you for the first time since he stopped you- just to throw you over his shoulder. 

“Guy!” 

“Yes?” He began walking back into the building. 

You sighed and gave up the fight. He was right, you were exhausted. So you folded your arms so you could prop up your head just a bit so that all the blood didn't rush to it. 

It was dark in the halls, so you didn’t notice until Guy sat you down on the edge of a bed that you were in his room. 

“Um, Guy?”

Guy had knelt down and was taking off your shoes. “Yeah?”

“We’re in your room.”

“I know.”

“So… where am I going to sleep?”

Guy shot you a look, one eye brow raised. “I know yer not an idiot, baby.” 

“I’m not sleeping with you tonight.” Your voice was firm. You leveled him with a serious stare. 

“I won’t try a thing, scouts honor,” he said and raised three fingers. 

You rolled your eyes. “It’s the other hand, idiot.”

Guy made a big show of switching hands before finishing taking off your shoes. Once he was done, he stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Wait here a sec.”

You obeyed, your eyelids growing tired. You shut your eyes just for a moment. You opened them again when you heard Guy’s footsteps coming back. 

“Here,” Guy returned with a worn shirt that had the text ‘Michigan Wolverines’ around a football. “Put it on.”

“Turn around.”

Guy rolled his eyes, but complied. You quickly changed shirts and slipped off your shorts. You crawled onto his bed and crawled under the covers. The pillows smelled like his cologne and sweat. 

“Okay, you’re good.” You settled onto your side and another yawn struck you. You kept your eyes closed after the yawn dissipated. 

Soon you felt the bed dip behind you. Guy placed a heavy hand on your waist, but you were already drifting off. After over exerting yourself and sobbing your heart out, you were running on fumes. 

Guy pulled you against his chest and you leaned your weight into him. His chin rested on the top of your head. 

“I really don’t like you, just for the record,” you mumbled, fatigue muddling your words. 

Guy let out a chortle and pulled you closer. You felt him press one last kiss to the top of your head. 

“The record shall reflect it. Now go to sleep, hon.”

You complied with his order, not because you wanted to listen to him, but because you were already half asleep. A few more moments, and you were dead to the world.

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silly little drabble of clark kent, who has feelings for fem!reader, who is seeing someone else

notes: honestly, this is so funny to me 😭 i'm sorry y'all

clark kent, who catches wind that you're seeing someone because you're practically gushing over it to lois (he doesn't even need his enhanced hearing to listen in on it), who's looking at you with amusement and disbelief and sneaking "oh, i know what you're thinking" glances at him.

he's not jealous, okay? you two aren't even that close. you're just co-workers at the daily planet. yeah, co-workers who alternately bring each other coffee in the morning, which means you know each other's favorites. co-workers who help each other proof-read your works. co-workers who spend brunches together, so that you two can actually get some sustenance because both of you are so bad at keeping up with meals.

a co-worker, whom he fantasizes about bringing flowers to and take out on dates.

okay, so clark likes you. what's the big deal? you're sweet, and cute, and kind, and funny, and never fail to make him smile, even when he's having a bad day. so, he has feelings for you. apparently, you don't like him back, because you're seeing someone else. but who? who is the lucky guy? lois knows who it is, but no matter how much he tries to subtly ask her about it (nearly begging on his hands and knees, "please, who is she seeing? please tell me, and i'll let you interview me as superman—"), she doesn't say anything, and it drives him crazy.

he assumes it's jimmy.

half for his peace of mind.

you're also close with jimmy. you do things with him that you do with clark. bring him coffee occasionally, spend a few brunches with him (when clark is m.i.a because he's busy being superman, but you don't know that), give each other input about your works. jimmy is a good guy. of course, you'd date him. clark is only a tiny bit jealous (a lie, he's so jealous, and he can imagine blasting the "that should be me, holding your hand!" song in his apartment late at night), because jimmy is his friend, and he knows you're well taken care of if you two are dating.

but then one day, he's visiting the hall of justice, dressed in his suit, bringing a bag of pastries, fully intent to spend his saturday to hang out with his other group of friends outside of saving the world.

and he freezes.

because you're there??? you're there, sitting on guy's lap, you two chatting happily on the couch. you're sneaking occasional kisses in-between dialogues with a coy little smile, and he can see guy gripping your waist with his hands as he snorts.

when you look up, your face brightens up. "superman, hi!" you greet sweetly, and it's like a punch to the gut because you don't even know it's him. you don't know it's clark. you only see superman. guy looks at him oddly when he fails to respond right away.

"i brought pastries," he finally wheezes out, holding up the bag of pastries. he drops it on one of the tables, and then backs away.

"alright, gotta go," he says before practically whizzing out of there, flying to god knows where, leaving both you and guy confused.

"is he okay?" you ask worriedly.

"don't mind him, he's a strange one," guy says playfully, and when he kisses you, you instantly forget about the weird moment that just happened.

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there is simply not enough subby Lex content on this site so I'm writing it myself

warnings: suggestive , no actual smut , spoilers for Superman

Lex let his head fall back at his office desk, his chair leaning back slightly. He's honestly tired. Eve went and talked to another man behind his back. Sure, he wasn't a great partner, but the money had to be nice... right?

It seemed even billions of dollars weren't enough to make somebody like him. Is he really that insufferable? As Lex finds himself becoming lost on those thoughts, he hears the door to his office open.

"Mr. Luthor?" You call out. He snaps back to reality quickly, turning to look in your direction. Oh, his secretary. Perhaps you've brought good news? He could use some good news at the moment.

"Oh, hello. Did you need something? I'd have thought you had already left for the night." Lex replies, almost an unnatural 'calm' to his tone. You're not used to hearing this. Usually, he's not shy to make demands or yell when he's upset. Something must be wrong.

"I was just coming to tell you I'm heading out. Are you alright, Mr. Luthor?" You ask, slowly walking towards his desk. This isn't something you'd normally do, but maybe... maybe he needs somebody?

"Yes, I'm quite alright. You don't have to worry about that." He reassures, which really only serves to make you more skeptical of his new attitude. The Lex you know wouldn't hide his feelings of upset.

"Lex, please tell me what's wrong. You don't have to deal with whatever it is on your own. It may not be my job to worry about you, but I care about you." You almost wince as the last words leave your mouth. This is certainly unprofessional. Hell, he might fire you right now just for calling him 'Lex'.

Instead, his face crumples into a frown. He looks positively pathetic. You take it a step further, lifting his chin with two fingers to have him look up at you. His eyes are intoxicating, a beautiful shade of smokey blue, and they're beginning to water with tears.

"... Everybody hates me. I know I'm not something special like Superman, but at least I'm actually human. What's so great about a Martian?" Lex huffs, his face contorting yet again as he tries to stop himself from crying.

"That's what's bothering you?" You ask gently, slowly moving closer behind his desk. You place a hand over his back, rubbing slow circles into the muscle there. "Lex, you're the smartest person I know. You shouldn't compare yourself to such an unattainable standard."

"But he's so perfect. I'm just... bitter." Lex sniffles, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your stomach. You've never seen him act like this. You certainly don't hate it, though. Anybody with eyes can tell that Lex is attractive physically, even if not emotionally.

"Your worth is not based on who other people like better." You hold him against you, your free hand coming to rest on the back of his head. Your fingers trace over his skin, a comforting and almost reverent touch. It makes Lex shudder.

The feeling of your skin against his has Lex holding back quiet whines against your body. It's not like he's never been touched before. He knows he's handsome. However, he's never had somebody else be so careful with him. He's always in charge. Always telling everybody else what to do.

You tilt his head up again, cupping his face with both hands and gently wiping the tears that have begun to spill onto his cheeks. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. Lex wants this, more than he could possibly express to you. You want this, probably more than you should.

"... Would you like a ride home?" Lex offers, his voice still shaking. It's adorable, really. He's always so powerful. People shrink under his gaze and quake if he's anything less than pleased with them. But with you? All that power, gone in an instant.

"How about we go back to yours?" You offer, stroking Lex's cheek with your thumb.

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Guy Gardner x Fem!Reader, word count: 400 ok well. i mean. so. guy gardner and his "348 chicks say otherwise" line, huh? did irreparable damage to my psyche, thanks!!💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: vaginal sex, silly goofy guy

Your knees were getting sore. So were your hands, fingers tensed and red, knuckles white, as you gripped the wood of the headrest on Guy's bed. But you could keep going, mostly because you knew it wouldn't be long now. He'd been plowing you from behind for ten solid minutes, seemindly endless energy for someone his age and his less than typically heroic build. The adorable, every so slightly paunchy stomach, rested against your rear as he pushed himself against you and into you. But now, he was becoming less refined than before, a bit more desperate as he chased his release.

Guy's hands travelled over your body, never resting in one spot for too long before getting distracted by another part of you that begged for his attention. His palms cupped at your breasts, at your own stomach, his fingers dug into your thighs and your hips, fingers teased at the more sensitive areas, tickling over them with a dexterity you wouldn't have imagined. And every time he bucked into you, each time your ass bounced off his crotch, he gasped excitedly.

It was difficult to make out his words, muffled as he spoked them into the crook of your neck in between huffs and moans, his cock disappearing and reappearing as he entered you over and over again, sliding in and out. Only when he reached the point of no return did you begin to hear what he was saying.

"Th-three... three hundred... heh... and forty... eight... Three hundred... and forty eight... Threehundredandforty... fuck... forty... eight... AH! THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE! Fuck YES!"

His warm seed spilled inside of you as he came, orgasm reached with a satisifed sigh. He had only just finished letting go of his last groan, his last drop, and then he was pulling out of you immediately, remnants of him dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. Guy lazily let himself drop to the mattress beside you, pulling at you until you were laying next to his body, tugging your wrist to lay your hand on his chest.

"Yeah, they mock it, but three-hundred and forty-nine chicks can't be wrong."

Putting two and two together, you groaned.

"Jesus christ, Guy! You count?"

All he offered in response was a grin, gold tooth glinting in tandem with a sly wink of his left eye before he shuffled into you, holding you tighter.

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Guy Gardner x Fem!Reader, word count: 400 ok well. i mean. so. guy gardner and his "348 chicks say otherwise" line, huh? did irreparable damage to my psyche, thanks!!💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: vaginal sex, silly goofy guy

Your knees were getting sore. So were your hands, fingers tensed and red, knuckles white, as you gripped the wood of the headrest on Guy's bed. But you could keep going, mostly because you knew it wouldn't be long now. He'd been plowing you from behind for ten solid minutes, seemindly endless energy for someone his age and his less than typically heroic build. The adorable, every so slightly paunchy stomach, rested against your rear as he pushed himself against you and into you. But now, he was becoming less refined than before, a bit more desperate as he chased his release.

Guy's hands travelled over your body, never resting in one spot for too long before getting distracted by another part of you that begged for his attention. His palms cupped at your breasts, at your own stomach, his fingers dug into your thighs and your hips, fingers teased at the more sensitive areas, tickling over them with a dexterity you wouldn't have imagined. And every time he bucked into you, each time your ass bounced off his crotch, he gasped excitedly.

It was difficult to make out his words, muffled as he spoked them into the crook of your neck in between huffs and moans, his cock disappearing and reappearing as he entered you over and over again, sliding in and out. Only when he reached the point of no return did you begin to hear what he was saying.

"Th-three... three hundred... heh... and forty... eight... Three hundred... and forty eight... Threehundredandforty... fuck... forty... eight... AH! THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE! Fuck YES!"

His warm seed spilled inside of you as he came, orgasm reached with a satisifed sigh. He had only just finished letting go of his last groan, his last drop, and then he was pulling out of you immediately, remnants of him dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. Guy lazily let himself drop to the mattress beside you, pulling at you until you were laying next to his body, tugging your wrist to lay your hand on his chest.

"Yeah, they mock it, but three-hundred and forty-nine chicks can't be wrong."

Putting two and two together, you groaned.

"Jesus christ, Guy! You count?"

All he offered in response was a grin, gold tooth glinting in tandem with a sly wink of his left eye before he shuffled into you, holding you tighter.

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STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES

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'the ultimate computer' aka uncannily precise vision of the future in which starfleet wants to replace jim with ai but spock and bones are not having it

I am going feral at all the times ai is being a menace in this show and how accurate it is to the bs present we're living in

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+18 minors do not interact

Erik (phantom of the opera) X reader

The chest beneath your hand raises and falls, his harsh breathing echoing in this dark room you have been caged in. He is looking at you beneath his mask with eyes that are burning like ambers, burning through your skin and gazing into your very soul. His hands are clawing at your plush thighs, the feeling of that soft skin in his palms surrounds his head in a foggy cloud.

He loves this… he loves how your velvet walls surround him, how you moan and writhe on top of him, he loves you. This pleasure he would never deny him and you give it to him with open hands. so enthusiastically that he can’t help but desire more and more and more. Until only thing he can think about is you

I haven’t written anything for so long and after watching Phantom of the opera for the first time I tried to write something

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Bitches be like "if I were Christine I just would have chosen Erik" like he wasn't a murderer, stalker and kidnapper (its me I'm bitches)

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will die on this hill. the dad best friend fanfics that go into detail about how they have known you since your were 4 are disgusting and borderline disturbing. like your talking about having sex with a girl you literally watched grow up. ew. it’s creepy. like… no.

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Is confessing his love to Leonard all shatner does dear god 😭

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The green shirt is not the maternity shirt anymore, it’s for when Kirk is cramping because his entire attitude is giving “I am cramping and I am sick of this bullshit and it was supposed to be an easy week but everywhere I look is bullshit” like he’s usually nice to women even if they are androids but he’s just not today. Someone get him a heating pad and some ibuprofen.

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Oh great now I need a fanfic like this

Just rewatched TOS S1 E16, Shore Leave, and I gotta ask why have I never seen Finnegan in any academy era fics? Like more often then not Gary Mitchell is mentioned, but no Finnegan? It's canon that that insane little man terrorized Kirk all though his freshman year. He calls him baby (twice I might add) in the episode, those two totally had a bit more going on if you pick up what I'm putting down.

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I was gonna pirate the new series (hp) because I don’t support the old bitch who wrote them but if Snape’s doesn’t get recasted I might not even do that.

When I heard about the new series I have hoped a more book accurate version and I was happy. But then they race bent Snape and now I have mixed feelings. I don’t understand the reason and most of all it feels random to me.

It feels like bunch of people gathered around a table and spun a chart to choose a character to race bent.

I genuinely love the actor and I believe him to be talented but he isn’t Snape, he shouldn’t be Snape.