#Red arrow imagine

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 9

Roy Harper + sweat and Musk

Couldnt find a gif of roy, so heres a pic instead.

Still tired, I want a monster so bad, specifically the white one :/ How tf did this get so long, hello?

Reader is a speedster, cuz idk.

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Roy Harper was hot, everyone on your team and outside of it knew that. From his cocky grin, to his long red hair tucked away into a red cap, and his stupidly thick muscular arms. You weren’t too bad to look at either, but where Roy’s bulk was in his arms, yours was in your legs. It came with the area of being a speedster, you all had some shapely legs that would catch eyes if you wore tight enough pants.

They used to call you White bolt, but like most heroes who had started out as sidekicks, you’d changed your name to Bizerk. It had started out as a title of sorts, given to you when you had ended up stuck in a different dimension, where the justice league called them the justice lords. Bizerk had started out as a name they called you, as you hadn’t existed in this dimension, leaving you as an unknown. It later became a name the public called you, but from them there had been love and hope.

You had been stuck in that dimension for a long time, having ended up there back when you had just turned 19, and you had only gotten back to your dimension in your mid-20s. It had been difficult to readjust to this dimension, where the justice league were still good and your friends were all alive and had missed you. You were still twitchy at times, and your moral compass was twisted, but that’s what made you fit with the outlaws so well.

Sadly, your relationship with your former teacher, Barry, was almost crumbled to dust as neither of you were who you were before, having both lost so much, seen so much, done things you didn’t want to do. Instead of being student and teacher, almost family like you once had been, you were now simply coworkers who might share a coffee after patrols, or you’d keep extra snacks around for fellow speedsters.

One thing that hadn’t changed too much though had been Roy. Sure, he was bigger now, buffer, he had almost left you unconscious with those arms of his when he had hugged you the first time, and again later when you two were alone and hed kissed you like he wanted to eat you alive. Before you had been scooped away to another dimension, you two had had a thing between you. There had never been a title on it, but you two always sought the other out and always found yourselves dry humping in an alleyway or sucking the other off between missions.

Apparently, he had spiralled into addiction, left the arrow name behind, had a kid, gotten out of addiction, then joined the outlaws, and so much more. There hadn’t really been much of a question on your part as you sided with the outlaws almost immediately, since that was where Roy, Kory, and later you found out Jason, the one robin you liked, was part of it too. So, now the outlaws had their own speedster who ran as fast if not faster than the rest of them, and didn’t have a problem spilling blood.

For a while, you and Roy didn’t talk about any of it, or the feelings you both still possessed years later. You weren’t young men who denied their sexuality like before, or who had the energy to pull a quickie just because you wanted too. You still could, of course, but neither of you seemed to find the same thrill as when you were younger. As you both toed around the inevitable, you resorted to less than stellar acts to satiate yourself.

You hadn’t gotten off well for years, as running around in a dimension as one of the few heroes against a regime didn’t leave much time. But now that you were home and safe, it was like your body was trying to catch up. You realized it might have started to become a problem when Roy had returned to your shared apartment, because you guys didn’t wanna be apart though neither said it in words, in a red tanktop and sweaty from the gym.

He had thrown his arms around your head as you had sat on the couch going through one of the many video games you had missed in your time away, and you had popped a stiffy almost immediately. Roy didn’t seem to notice how you tensed, as you always tensed from touch these days, but you felt drool pooling in your mouth as the scent of his sweat filled your senses.

Or maybe he had, as he started showing up more and more to your shared place, fresh from the gym or from a run, and he would always drape himself over you like some damsel in distress. It got so bad you almost started vibrating like only a speedster could, and you ended up resorting to nicking his musky laundry when he wasn’t home. Huffing that stupid red tank top of his, one you were sure he hadn’t washed for the past week even though hed worn in every day, you came hard enough that you didn’t stop buzzing around the edges for at least fifteen minutes.

You felt like a pervert as you snuck the tank top back into the laundry, trying hard to ignore how you were already hard and throbbing again. Being a speedster came with many positives, and depending on who you were, an almost non-existent refractory period was one of them. But for you, it was a curse, as no matter how many times you jerked off inhaling Roy’s potent laundry you still ached for more.

You felt like you were going crazy, as your inability to satisfy yourself left you agitated, and it spilled into your hero work. You hit enemies too hard, had much less patience, and couldn’t think straight, which had been your biggest strength in the other dimension. Even worse was the fact that Roy seemed to just love going around in that sleeveless getup of his, he had even started forgoing any layers under leaving his sweaty pits right in your face when hed pull you into his side after missions.

A less stable part of your brain told you just to kill him, because he was driving you up the wall like a half wild animal and you had no idea what to do. It ended with you trying to find different ways to work out your frustration, which ended up with you blasting music in your headphones as you pushed the leagues gym equipment to their limits.

None of your friends seemed to want to get close to you when you were in the mood you were in, maybe it was the murderous look on your face as you lifted weights or did an uncountable number of push-ups. You hadn’t even noticed Roy was there until you were packing up to go home, your entire body jittering and buzzing around the edges from exhaustion. Just as you were ready to hike home, Roy had hooked that deliciously stupid arm around your shoulder and declared you’d walk back together.

Maybe it was your frayed nerves, but he smelled even stronger today than usual, and the less stable part of your brain just wanted to shove him up against the wall and slobber all over his arms and pits like some kind of dog in heat. But you were stronger than that, that was until you guys stepped into your apartment and Roy shoved his face into your neck and inhaled loudly. You felt yourself give an almost painful throb at the groan he let out, your frazzled semblance of control slipping between your fingers like sand as he grunted how good you smelled.

What little restraint you both possessed seemed to finally snap, and soon your lips were mashed together, tongues rubbing and spit running down chins as clothes were pulled or even ripped off sweaty bodies. You had no idea whose bedroom you ended up in, you were too distracted by Roy grabbing your knees, pulling them open, and shoving his face into the crevice between your thighs and crotch.

The two of you moaned in unison, Roy from the powerful onslaught of musk that filled his senses, and you from the redhead’s wet tongue slobbering across the salty skin. His rough hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing them up further and further until your lower body was lifted off the bed, his tongue searching down until he could press it against your hole.

You groaned and panted, pulling at his hair was Roy ate you out with the gusto of a starving man finally given a meal. You could hear him huffing and smelling you as he did it too, seemingly just as lost in your musk as you were in his. Your orgasm slammed into you like a lightning bolt as he pulled your sack into his mouth, worshipping your balls and taking in the scent and taste of them. You didn’t even notice it approaching until you had white stripes across your sweaty torso.

You weren’t even soft for a whole thirty seconds before you were filling up again, especially as Roy’s tongue dragged up your body, licking up the streaks of white he had caused you to spill. Your lips met in another sloppy kiss, slick and wet noises filling the room as you hooked your arms around his head, wanting him closer than was humanly possible.

As you kissed Roy’s hand gripped your length, jerking it with a speed that had your hips jolting off the bed. So little was needed for you to cum again, spilling into his palm this time as he sucked on your tongue like it was a delectable treat. As he withdrew, he patted your muscular thigh with his clean hand, panting for you to roll over, which you did with no question asked.

His spit slick lips kissed up your back as he smeared your own essence against your spit slick hole, pushing two fingers in as he opened you up quicker than he might have any other day. You moaned, turning your head as you grabbed onto his head and twisted him enough that you could kiss him again. Two fingers soon became three, and your kiss became simply panting into the others mouth as you ground your hips back against his hand.

As he pulled his fingers out of your hole, you used your speed to grab him and flip him, throwing him onto his back so you could sit down on his aching almost purple length, the two of you both moaning though his sounded more cracked and broken than your own as he hadn’t cum even once. Roy was about to grip your hips, but you forced his arms above his head as you started to ride him.

Roy was about to ask what you were up too before you leaned down, letting the flat of your tongue run through his pits just like you had wanted to do for months. The redhead laughed and started moving his hips, thrusting up into you as he kissed at any skin of yours, he could reach, letting his tongue lick up any sweat he came across.

You ended up licking from his pits, up his neck, and into his mouth once more, Roy groaning in pleasure at the taste of his own salty sweat as your hips struck down on his own. Now that his hands were free, Roy quickly grabbed onto your hips and flipped you over, letting his thrusts turn rougher as you scratched and clawed at his back.

You were sure you had came multiple times as you two continued like a pair of rabbits, but your refractory period was so shot you didn’t even go soft. You knew Roy was about to finish as his thrusts slowed to a deep stomach-turning roll, his groans turning into higher moans as his jaw dropped. The flash of warmth inside you had you spilling against your chest again, clenching up around Roy in a way that had him jolting and grunting.

He flopped down on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and exhausted than before, and when he started lazily licking at your sweaty neck and you smacked at his shoulder. Roy chuckled softly as he leaned back, looking at you with the type of love you two had always felt. The kiss he gave you this time was full of love instead of lust, but soon the loving kisses wasn’t enough to ignore the disgusting messes you both were.

Roy almost looked as sad as you felt as you two had to go shower and put on new sheets on what you saw was Roy’s bed, but it had to be done as you didn’t want to sleep in that type of filth. In Roy’s words, you just had to get dirty again if that was an issue. As you were about to fall asleep, Roy kissed your shoulder and muttered that he loved you and wanted you to be his forever, which caused you to chuckle softly as you rolled over, so you were face to face. Kissing his lips softly, you muttered that you loved him too, and you wanted the same. With a grin, Roy pulled you close, and together you fell asleep, feeling exhausted but oh so satisfied.

[moonlit-imagines]

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a/n: got quick inspiration from this from an oc idea so i wrote it at the speed of light but UGHHH i dont feel like i executed it right

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The fighting was over. The Team had won. And the clock had just struck midnight. It may have been a victory for you, but for Roy? Roy blamed himself for all of this and his entire life had fallen apart in a mere few hours.

He was still on the Watchtower, you found him near the garden staring off into space. He sat in the grass, completely defeated by his own involuntary actions and barely snapped himself out of his daze when you sat beside him.

“I love you.” You told him bluntly, words he’d honestly been waiting for you to say for years. Maybe since he’d been created. “And I don’t blame you for any of this. I’m not leaving your side.” You grabbed his hand that rested on his knees and he mustered up the courage to look you in the eyes. Then remembering the date and time, he kissed you. It felt right.

“I’m sorry.” Roy whispered after pulling away.

“For what?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He paused. “Everything. Everything leading to this moment.” Tears started to well in his eyes and as soon as you rested your hand on his back, he burst into tears and you brought him into a deep embrace, letting him cry into your shoulder. “I love you, too. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

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[msfantasy-comics]

The Perfect Match

Roy Harper x Reader

Summary: A head cannon in which you are Roy’s perfect match.

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Independence

Throughout Roy’s developmental years, he was always treated with excessive handholding, rules and over exertion of authority.

This has led Roy to feel resentful of constraints.

In his former years, Roy relished the freedom and exercising autonomy through the Outlaws.

Roy really appreciates the sense of freedom you give in your relationship.

Roy: “Would you be upset if I cancel our date tonight? Jason’s back in town.”

You were fully dressed up, ready for your hot date.

Y/n: “Nope.”

And you really meant it.

You took advantage of your hot fit and took yourself on a date.

The flexibility you give him is one of the key factors to your loving relationship.

Adventurous Spirit

Given Roy has spent most of his free time training and practicing the art of archery, Roy needs a romantic partner who shares the passion of adventure.

Roy: “Wow… I never seen anyone shoot the ground when the target is only 5 meters away.

Y/n: “I was just testing the bow resistance…”

Roy: “Uh-huh…”

Whilst you may not be the most talented archer or most fit individual. You are always keen to try and participate.

Your enthusiasm to do better is infectious and Roy just loves and appreciates your willingness to try and do better, especially when it comes to his interests.

Y/n: “Roy did you see, did you see?! I hit the outer ring!”

Supportive and Empathetic

Roy has had to endure many hardships throughout his developmental years which has plagued him every so often during his adult hood such as;

Addiction issues - not only does Roy have past entanglements with addictions which leads him to live a clean life. He had developed a critical eye for intentions, as a trusted friend was the cause to his addiction. Now, Roy analyses everything for deeper motivations. That’s just the result of the trauma and it’s a the reality in which you had accept. Whilst it can be insulting and exhausting to be under the microscope, you always speak your mind freely and bluntly.

Relationship dynamic of being in a team - it’s a struggle for Roy to build trust in others due to his past experiences. He has trouble letting people in, but once your in, you most certainly not getting out. You appreciate the value in which Roy holds you and makes you feel extra safe and comfortable knowing that Roy, no matter what, will always be there for you.

Responsibility as a hero - Roy has had to endure the heavy burden of protecting society as nothing more than a well trained human. Society is never short of criticism and Roy is hard on himself enough as it is. This can lead to feeling emotionally and physically strained. Roy cannot handle the criticism of his short comings when it comes to his romantic entanglements too.

Roy: “Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry I missed your birthday party, it’s just, this woman, and her child-“

Y/n: “Roy! I had the best birthday ever! I took lots of photos, so you could see it all when you finished your patrol. But we can do that later, do you want me to draw you a bath? Have you eaten yet?”

Roy: *pant* “aren’t you-“ *pant* “upset with me?”

Y/n: “Don’t be a silly goose, I know you wouldn’t miss anything intentionally, must’ve been really important. We’ve been together for years, think I don’t know you by now?”

Sense of Humor

Even in the hardest of times, it’s at times easier to just have a laugh.

Roy appreciates that you don’t take difficult situations to seriously and just have a laugh with him.

Roy thinks your extra-adorable since you kept notes on his funniest one-liners.

"Some days, I wish I was a firefighter. All you have to worry about is fire."

"We're supposed to be professionals, yet here we are, running around in spandex, talking to ourselves."

"All these costume changes, and I'm still trying to figure out my life."

In a crowd full of hero’s your laughter amongst the dead silence is always appreciated.

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[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Hey, neighbor

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Pairing: Jason Todd x (f) Reader

Tags: mystery, eventual smut, pwp, incorrect science (im so sorry to women in S.T.EM.), morally ambiguous Jason Todd, neighbors, nerdy reader, smoking

Chapter 1: Jason is assigned to investigate the cute grad student in the apartment below his.

Jason sat by the open window of his kitchen, two guns disassembled before him on a worn-out cloth, the room filled with the scent of oil and cigarette smoke. His shirt was long discarded on the chair beside the one on which he sat as the unreliable apartment AC sputtered and groaned, a constant reminder of the summer heat.

His fingers moved deftly to reassemble the weapon. ACDC blasting from his phone on the windowsill, the music helping him focus amidst the noise of the neighborhood. But the sounds of laughter and the thud of a soccer ball periodically interrupted his concentration. Some kids were playing a game on the street.

As he glanced at the game, a familiar figure caught his attention. The girl from 1B, the apartment below his, made her way up the street up to their building.

He took a drag from his cigarette and watched as you chatted away on the phone, oblivious to the looks you got in your preppy skirt and tucked in V that accentuated your figure and proudly showed your cleavage. Barbara may have given him a boring assignment, but you sure looked a whole lot of fun. At the very least, he could enjoy the view on his investigation.

"Yeah, it's a nightmare," he heard you complain to your phone when you were just at the entrance door to the building. "The subway's been shut down every day this week... I keep having to walk all the way home from the research center in thirty degree weather. Oh well, at least I'm getting my steps in."

Two of the kids abandoned the game and ran up to you before you could unlock the front door. Jason could hear as they bombarded you with questions about your experiments. You told the person on your call that youll text them before you hung up.

Then, you enthusiastically began explaining your work to the kids in an animated manner, mentioning elements and scientific terms, talking about chemical reactions as if you were narrating a bedtime story. The kids listened with rapt attention, nodding as if they understood every word.

Jason couldn't help but chuckle to himself, finding it amusing how you were explaining complex concepts to children, and they hung on to every word. The kids inquired eagerly if you had any samples for them.

You reached into your bag, extracted a vial, read the label, and then froze, right before hiding it out of the view of the kids.

Jason let out a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes. That wasn't a usual reaction to a harmless substance.

You recovered quickly, informing the kids that the vial in your hand wasn't the "good" one. After a moment of rummaging through your container, you took out another vial, read the label, and then handed it to the kids, who cheered with delight.

"What does it do?" one of them asked.

"Pour some salt into it and see. Not too much though, a pinch is good." You winked.

"Awesome!" The second kid exclaimed.

You beamed at their enthusiasm. Jason found himself grinning, momentarily forgetting about his gun. But his amusement quickly died as he caught a glimpse of the symbol on the vial you clutched in your hand. Poison Ivy. Barbara's intel was right.

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Exhausted from his patrol, Jason parked his motorcycle and climbed off, the engine's growl fading out. As he approached your building steps, his keen senses caught a low whisper drifting from the porch. You sat with your neighbor Melody, engaged in a hushed conversation. You often sat with her on the porch on the days when her husband worked the late shift. The two of you sipping wine from coffee cups in a fun tradition.

Jason's footsteps barely made a sound as he climbed up the steps, overhearing Melody’s animated voice praising his handsome features and enigmatic aura. You reciprocated, painting a vivid picture of his muscles, tattoos, and piercings. A grin tugged at the corner of Jason's pierced lips as he absorbed the words, silently revelling in the compliments.

He cleared his throat once he reached the steps you two were sat on.

Melody’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she quipped, "You're out past your bedtime, hun." She extended her cigarette to him.

He eyed it and then accepted. Tossing the stick in his mouth, before lowering himself towards her held up lighter, he gave her a glazing look, his blue eyes burning in the setting sun as he inhaled from the stick, then he stood back up and leaned against the railing.

As the smoke curled in the air, Jason turned his attention to you. “How's school going?”

You realized you'd been staring. Blinking and trying to recall his question, you felt as though it was off hearing his voice. Jason was nice enough, you guessed, if a bit of a tease at times, but he'd mostly kept to himself. At least, that was your perception of him since he moved into your run-down building on the outskirts of gotham a month ago. "... uhh pretty good. Thanks for asking.”

"Shame about those subway closures, though, huh.” He offered a charming grin when he tilted his head.

"Oh, tell me about it." You rolled your eyes at the reminder. "This city... i swear. Do the closures cause you much trouble?”

He shook his head and gestured to his bike. "Nah, got my bike to help with that shit."

You followed his gaze to the impressive vehicle leaning against the wall. "Cool," you said out loud without meaning to.

"Let me know if you ever need a ride."

That caught your attention, making you turn back to him. The thought of riding on his bike had your heart fluttering, and you caught your friend's gaze beside you as you bit your lip, turning back to Jason, whose brooding gaze zeroed in on your mouth. You tried not to let it distract you. "How about tomorrow? I got to present my thesis at 8 am. Can't be late, and it would help a ton."

Melody stood up. “Well I should go, you two have fun.” She winked at you over her shoulder.

You made a move to leave as well, but Jason's hand on yours halted you. His grip was firm as he leaned in, his tone low. "Meet me here tomorrow at seve forty five." he asked, his hooded eyes gazing into yours.

Your pulse quickened at his closeness, and his voice in your ear sent goosebumps along your skin.

You finally found your voice again. "T- the commute is usually around forty minutes." Refering to his propositioned meeting time.

The corner of his lips twitched, and his tongue brushed against his sharp canine. "You've never ridden a bike before, have you?"

Your cheeks turned red. "No."

"Tomorrow, I'll show you what real speed is."

You looked up at him and swallowed. The words sounding both threatening and exciting. "Okay,"

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He was right about speed. As you held on to Jason, you felt the hum of the engine as he excelarated on the road, passing vehicles on his way. You were scared at first, breathing quickly under your helmet. You were pretty sure you gripped creases onto his jacket. But then that fear gave way to excitement.

Not only were you going one fifty within city limits, but you were doing so while sitting right behind Jason. He steered with such nonchalance, the smell of his ocean cologne invading your senses as his large frame steered in front of you. His confidence was so hot, you had to adjust yourself on the seat a couple times, regretting your decision to wear your checkered skirt as the only thing standing between the vibrating seat and your pussy were your thin panties.

You've finally reached the center, and he parked his bike, getting off first as you sat back, propping yourself by holding the seat behind you. He then reached for you, hads grabbing your waist, and lifted you with ease before placing you on the ground.

"Come on," he removed his helmet, revealing the perfectly messy hair and chiseled face under it. He removed yours next, slightly brushing your hair with his hands as well. "I'll walk you in."

When you scamned your card at the door, he put his hand on your hip, steering you inside, his fingers brushing you on the spot gently.

"Nice place," he commented pursing his lips in an impressed expression when you two were inside. Students and fsfukty were rushing around you, occasionally a curious eye looked Jason up and down. "Is that were you work? He gentured towards a large door at the end of the hall.

"No, im on the fourth floor." You explained.

"Hmm,"

"Thanks so much, Jason." You grinned at him once you were inside. "I owe you one."

He shook his head. "I'll think of a way you could make it up to me."

You swallowed as your mind filled with images of you doing just that. Mostly on your knees. You shook your head. "Well, I should go." You tightened your hold on the straps of your bag.

He winked at you. "Knock 'em dead."

You couldn't help the involuntary giggle. "I'll do my best."

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Jason pulled up to the research center at midnight. He scanned your card against the sensor, and the entrance door let out a beep, letting him pull it and enter with ease.

He passed by the few working students and faculty and casually strode up to the fourth floor, checking every door to find the one he was looking for. The one belonging to you.

When he finally landed on the correct door and walked in, he heard his phone ring and tapped on his headphones to pick up as he studied your work desk.

"So, Jay," Roy Harper spoke in his ear, "About time we hit the streets again."

Standing amidst the small and tidy space of your desk, Jason surveyed the room, noting the orderliness that seemed to mirror the girl who inhabited it. His gaze roamed over lab tools and equipment, finally settling on the vial that he recognized from the other day. Memories of the haunted expression you held when you accidentally almost gave it to the neighborhood kids resurfaced.

Jason held up the vial to study its content and confirm his suspicions about the label. "Miss me already, Harper?"

As Roy went on, Jason recalled the articles and social media profiles that appeared on the screen when he looked you up. You were from the suburbs. Your parents were serving time for robberies in their county jail.

Framed pictures adorned your desk, capturing moments with friends and colleagues. Amidst the cheerful snapshots, there were no family pictures. Though that wasn't uncommon in offices. He continued his exploration, venturing into your desk cupboards, where medals, certificates, and awards adorned - accomplishments in science.

“What a smart girl," he cooed to himself, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Roy's voice interrupted his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. "Jason, are you even listening?"

Jason blinked, refocusing on the call. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

Roy chuckled. "You're doing it again, aren't you?” He sighed. “You, with your detective shit. I swear to god..."

Jason grinned sheepishly. His gaze fell upon a particular photo. You stood beside an older woman, likely your professor, holding an award. The picture looked recent, raising questions that echoed in his mind. He'd have to start with her.

Roy groaned, but there was no real irritation in his voice. "Listen, I'm sending you a rendezvous point in the city. Meet me there in an hour?"

Jason nodded, his phone pinging and the screen brightening with the address. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of you with your professor. "I'll be there."

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In the dimly lit study of Wayne Manor, Jason handed the vial over to Bruce Wayne, who examined it with a furrowed brow.

"Babs' intel was right," Jason crossed his arms. Dick Grayson stood nearby, his arms crossed, curiosity etched on his face.

Bruce scanned the vial, his fingers deftly manipulating it. "That's not Ivy's toxin. It looks similar, but not viscos enough. I need to bring this to the lab," he concluded and held the glass container out to Dick.

"Hurry, I'll need to return it before she comes back tomorrow." Jason informed.

Dick handed the vial back to Bruce and turned his attention to Jason, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "So, Jay, did she use the pheromones on you?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

Jason arched an eyebrow, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "She's more your style, Grayson. Im not into nerdys,"

Dick chuckled, holding up the vial. "The nerdy ones end up being the most fun!" he retorted, insinuating a connection between you and Poison Ivy.

Bruce handed the vial to Alfred to analyze in the lab and redirected their attention to the matter at hand. "Focus," he interjected, his tone firm. "We need to find out Ivy's whereabouts and her potential connection to this girl. I'll go to arkam tonight. You, too, are on patrol. Jason, keep an eye on her."

Jason mock saluted his adoptive father. "Yes, sir,"

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Once the lab analysis came in and the vial had been returned to your work desk, Dick and Jason were back in Jason's apartment; each nursing a beer even though it was only noon.

Dick scrolled on his laptop, typing away at locations for possible patrol when he snapped the computer shut. "Alright, come on. Old man’s not here, you can tell me, are you more interested in this job. Or this girl?" He raised a brow.

Jason knew you had been home early today after checking out the schedule pinned on your wall yesterday. He also knew that your window was open and it was below his, and he could definitely hear your humming while you did some task.

"Who? y/n?" He said a little louder than necessary. He noticed the humming had stopped. Dick noticed it too, raising his brow at his adopted brother.

Feeling a bit bold, he sat up and turned towards his brother. "She's a cute girl. Likes to wear neat button-up shirts, neatly tucked into her preppy little skirts when she goes to study."

He strained to hear you. You weren't making a sound. "And when she walks home in the heat, the sweat makes her clothes stick onto her body..."

"Oh yeah?" Dick asked, catching on to what Jason was doing as he eyed the window.

"Ill admit, dude, she has a nice fucking body." Jason groaned on purpose.

"What else is nice about her?"

"Well, she always comes back from the library with some cheap, dumb looking romance novels so that she could fantasize when she's alone, and she thinks nobody can hear -"

An object fell from somewhwere beneath the open window, followed by a feminine gasp.

Dick grined. "That's very nice... go on"

Jason shrugged, feeling as though he had his fun. He strained his ears to pick up any more noise or reactions from your window. When he didn't, he shrugged it off, turning back to his brother and speaking in his inside voice. "Well... she's a good kid. She plays it kinda safe. Not really my type, I guess."

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That evening, Jason was going up the stairs to his apartment, about to change for patrol. He heard clicks coming from the second floor and turned his head to see who it was. He nearly froze on the spot when he saw you make your way to the steps.

You were in high heel leather stilettos, which made you almost come up to his nose, though you were on the highest step, and he was one below. A short red velvet dress sat on your dancer physique, with long sleeves and a dip in the front that showed off your choker of the same color. Your hair was up in a ponytail, with small curls falling down each side to frame your face. You wore red lipstick, glossed over, and made you look so kissable. Jason realised he must have been staring. He cleared his throat. "Nice dress."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you please move?"

"Are you mad at me?" He didn't get out of the way, though.

"No," you shrugged, remembering his words earlier today. "Plays is too safe." "Not my type," whatever. Like you cares what he thought of you. You did, though.

"Oh yeah? Well, where are you going dressed like that?" He pressed.

"Somewhere fun.” You snapped at him. “Get out of my way, Jason." You shoved past him.

He smirked to himself, deciding his evening was all booked up. Because there was no way he was going to let you put yourself in danger on the way to fun just to spite him for his dumb big mouth.

[avalon-of-babylon]

I fucking love genuinely out of touch rich guy Bruce Wayne. Like realistically, yeah, he knows the value of a dollar and how far it gets you but just off the people around him it would be fucking hilarious.

Dick who's lived his entire life in the circus asks for some lunch money.

Rich guy™️ Bruce hands him a thousand because he doesn't have anything smaller.

Reporter Clark Kent casually venting about his 2 mortgages.

Rich guy™️ Bruce tries to relate by talking about how hard it is to juggle his 27 private properties across the world hidden in various shell companies full of millions of dollars worth of batman gear.

Meanwhile Oliver Queen who just has the 1 house, shoves everything into a gym bag and flies his own ass places is sitting there like what the fuck.

Jason certified street kid and son of a drug addict currently splitting rent 5 ways "Yeah it's been hard to keep the lights on with Roy in rehab"

Rich guy™️ Bruce "why don't you dip into your trust fund?"

Jason certified problem child perpetually on the edge of getting disowned. "My what now?"

Commissioner Gordon, father of two, fully aware his daughter is batgirl, spends half his paycheck on his son's indefinite psychiatric treatment, cant afford to leave the rent controlled apartment he's had half his damn life, with a literal nightmare job in the worst city in the world, paranoid because of the stupid amount of corruption around him constantly, and is always on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Rich guy™️ Bruce "You need a vacation. There's this amazing place in the Bahamas you should try-"

Commissioner Gordon, whose idea of a vacation is faking his death for a week in a sting operation, already sobbing.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

oh without a doubt, @satansdarlin ❤️🏹

your boyfriend, and lian’s extremely proud dad, roy harper.

(and his instagram)

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tim drake and damian wayne to come! requests are open for any character!!

[yourmomxx]

Roy: Getting a brain scan today.

Jason: To check if you have one?

Roy: Thank you so much for your concern and support.

[aangelinakii]

WEDDING HATERS.

— look out, here comes the bride!

summary : high school friends reunite at a wedding and re-bond. this time, over their shared disdain for weddings.

note : when roy harper's name gets thrown into the mix i Do Not Play !!!!!! and ik it's not exactlyyyy what the request asked for but i was looking through prompts and i was like YES !!!!!

someone was standing in the corner of your vision, and you glanced up from your phone in your lap to acknowledge them. unfortunately, your lone row at the back of the venue was beginning to fill up, and you were just hoping the lucky person to sit beside you was charming at the very least.

"sorry, i know i'm super late, but do you mind if i sit beside you?" the person asked, a man around your age, dressed in a maroon jacket and pants, and a deep green necktie; it could've been a christmas wedding for all you knew. "don't want to make any assumptions, but everyone else seems to know the people they're sitting with, and i don't want to intrude, and, well, you're looking pretty alone."

way to rub it in, stranger.

smiling up at him, you nodded, tucking your legs in slightly to allow him past. "sure thing."

as soon as he was seated, you returned your attention to your phone, scrolling absently through your timelines. it was passing the time.

and then that godforsaken moment came, the one you'd been dreading before you'd even set foot on the crunchy gravel of the outdoor venue: the inevitable question.

"so, are you on the bride's side, or the groom's?" the man piped up from beside you, clearly interested in getting to know his seat partner somewhat.

teeth digging into the inside of your cheek, you clicked off your phone and set it face-down in your lap. "both, actually. went to high school with them when they got together, and i was friends with both. i was actually surprised to even be invited." by the end, you gave a soft chuckle.

no contact for a good ten years, more or less, and you get invited to their wedding? with how serious they were back then, you would've assumed they'd've been married by now.

not to mention the question of how they even found a way to contact you.

"high school?" the man repeated, somewhat taken aback. "that's strange, i did, too. i'm sure i would've remembered you."

it was only now that you finally turned your head to regard his face for the first time; recently clean-shaven, lightly tanned and littered with pale freckles, piercing green eyes. he could've been anyone, really. but when you caught that scarlet-ginger hair... no way it couldn't be...

"roy harper?" you almost scoffed a disbelieving chuckle, jaw falling slack. he looked different; no longer the shaggy little teen he used to be, although no one ever truly shakes off the person they were in high school. if you squinted, you could still see it.

but, evidently, by the way his eyebrows knitted together, he hadn't checked off your name just yet. until...

"hang on— (name)?"

in response, you nodded, lips tugging into a grin. what are the odds?

roy let out a laugh, too, seemingly just as pleasantly shocked as you'd been. "you don't— i didn't—" he clamped his mouth shut for a second, shaking his head to rewire his words. "totally didn't recognise you. how've you been?"

back in the day, you, roy and the rest of the bride and groom's friends would hang out; go to the movies, catch up at a burger king after school, share cigarettes around a house bonfire in someone's backyard on friday nights. there were people in the group you'd been closer to compared to roy, but it wasn't like there was any bad blood.

with a nod, and a lighter feeling in your chest, that maybe this wedding wouldn't be so excrutiating, you responded. "yeah, getting by, i think," you chuckled. "how about you? long time, huh?"

"yeah..." roy seemed to trail off, eyes looking off into the distance over the rest of the guests' heads. "long time." he turned back to you. "got a daughter now, she's staying with her uncle while i'm here, doing my wedding guest duties."

daughter?

subtly, you glanced down to his hands, only to find his fingers clean of a band.

"don't even know what i'm doing here, really," he continued with a sigh, pulling his arms up to cross over his chest. "i'm not usually one for a wedding."

this made you laugh. "neither. i guess i just felt a bit obligated."

roy nodded, glancing around for any prying ears, before lowering his voice and leaning in to you slightly, just enough so you could get the woody undertone of his cologne. "doesn't everyone? i can't see the appeal in inviting everyone you know, or once knew, to see you lock lips at the end of it."

"right?" you agreed, nose scrunching as you attempted to contain the bubbling laughs in your stomach. "i don't even know how they found my phone number."

"seriously," roy whispered back. "they messaged me just with my name to begin with, and i thought i was about to get assassinated, or something."

another laugh threatened to spill, but a classical song opened, and all chatter stopped.

here comes the bride.

[fisheito]

i love how eiden pauses at every outfit reveal with a . hotboy synopsis like clan member: *steps out of the changing room* eiden: and now, if i can have ur attention--- FEAST your eyes on this MARVELOUS hunk of grade AAAAAA+++++ prime meat..,, his accessories perfectly accentuate his finest features...! His fit ! is flawless!! BREATHTAKING. REVOLUTIONARY!!!!!!!!! and yet!? one can't help but get excited... for what lies UNDERNEATH that BREATHTAKING attire ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

[casualwriters]

Love in the line of Fire- Roy Harper x fem reader

Summary ~ When you were trying to find Black Mask and to take him down you run into Jason Tod and Roy Harper and you hated every minute of seeing Roy again.

Warning ~ fighting, cussing angst and some fluff.

Pairing ~ Roy Harper x Fem reader

Trope ~ Enemies to lovers

This is not what you were thinking this was gonna be your night hunting down Black Mask Dropping through the window your boots silently hitting the floor of Black Mask house, Barbra was in your ear making sure you were okay during the mission, "I made it Babs " You said in a small whisper "Alright get in and out alright y/n" Nodding "I be out soon thanks Babs" You always knew she had your back when you were doing mission.

Black masks house was huge how did this psychopath who peeled faces off had the money, to have this house. Looking around the dark limp room were the stair case led down to the main room of the house you were being as quiet as you can when you heard the foot steps of the goons you looked around in panic trying to find a place to hide but there was no luck.

A hand bolted out from the shadow and you were dragged to one of the walls thrashing and kicking you were trying to make the person let go but there was no luck "I will murder you let me go" snapping at the mystery person why were they even helping.

Hearing the snicker from the guy who came into eye sight, his hair was messy and red under the baseball cap he always wore, and in his signature red cloths with his pack of Archers sitting on his back .

"What Made you think you can talk to me like that?" He cocked his head to the side. You saw Jason come out of the shadows he was wearing his helmet, and his guns were on his leg and in holders that were attached to his gear.

"Shut up" you snark at him and turned around the three of them were in the hallway away from the goons nodding and looking at Roy.

"Why are you two even here?" asking them and Roy spoke up He shrugged stepping with Jason a head of you "To take down Black Mask " he said avoiding your gaze

"You need to get out of here Darling" He said. Rolling your eyes you walked in front of Roy "No way in hell Harper " You said glaring daggers at the man. Roy Smile and he says "can you not just listen" the humor was gone from his tone smirking after lifting your chin in defiance "Wipe that smile of your face, and I may consider."

Jason looked at the two of them "You done" he asked his tone was cold but serious even if there was a sense of humor behind it without you two paying attention you both reply at the same time in a whisper tone but it was still loud, "No!" you two said anger was rising up.

"Who there" one of the goons spoke up you three were frozen like deer in head lights, eyeing the two men and there was no plan before you could go a head Jason took his gun out and did a clear head shot.

"Jay bird what the hell!" Roy said holding his bow out and one of the archer in the string. Laughing at his shock pulling out the pistol there were more goons coming outside of the room, from the corner of your eye you saw Black Mask fleeing from the hide out no way in Hell you were gonna let that happen.

"Y/n are you okay" Barbra said through your ear you stood up and aim your gun shooting one of the last goons who were not already on the ground with arrows and bullets. "I am okay" You said standing up but before you can say the last thing Barbra asked Roy grabbed your arm " What" he cut you off "Why did you not do what i say?" concern was over his face but he was masking it "Let's go Roy" You said trying to avoid what he said.

"We lost him" groaning you held your gun close to your self you saw Jason walking behind you and Roy the house was empty now after you three took all the goons, were dead on the floor.

Before any of you three could talk Black mask Gun rang out and you felt a bullet through your arm, "Harper " Mumbling out his name you fell agents the wall but through the blur of your eyes you saw Roy come over to hold you up "I got her, Jay" Roy said helping you up and all you remember was nothing beside Roy helping you up.

Waking up you try to move your body but wincing opening your eyes seeing Roy asleep right next to you in a chair he was slouched down with his baseball cap over his eyes.

"Harper" pushing his shoulder and leaned forward it was weird seeing him quiet and calm there relationship was not normal, He looked up at you and he smiled

"You okay?" he asked shaking your head and frowning "A bullet went through my skin not the best." joking he snicker you could tell that he was upset and worried about you

'"Just Stop" you said he looked at you puzzled he asked "stop what?" Roy said looking at you he could still tell how much of pain you were in "Stop being so nice.'' The room grew quiet has he looked down at you

"Scoot Over" He huffed a playful grin on his face wincing "Take it easy giant" mumbling has he laid on the bed his bed hair was poking out it was kind of cute.

His arm went over and laid on your shoulder, bringing back the old memories before everything went south sighing out loud, you didn't want to be comfortable her body was still in pain and on alert so she relaxed anyway Frowning and looking up at him his face was at peace, his eyes closed.

"One more huge before you fall asleep" talking was making you more drained You did not hear anything beside his arms wrap around your body his head laid in the crook of your neck, and for now whatever dislike or annoyance you had for each other it was gone.

"Good night y/n" he says his lips resting on your neck feeling them move has he talked resting your eyes before sleep took over saying "Goodnight Harper."

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Melisandre is one of my favorite minor POVs mostly because of how GRRM plays with the all-powerful mage trope. See the deconstruction with her is that despite her antics, she’s actually very powerful and all her visions are legit. It’s just that she absolutely sucks at interpreting said visions, mostly because she has all these preconceived notions and is very stubborn about them. And even when the answer is staring right at her (literally), she just doubles down. And it can be very frustrating as a reader, to be quite honest.

Like she’s been super gung ho about Stannis Baratheon being Azor Ahai/the Prince that Was Promised, though only R’hllor know why, to the extent that she will flat-out ignore any evidence to the contrary. Her visions in ADWD essentially scream that Azor Ahai is someone different (not Stannis!) but good ol’ Mel just won’t budge.

There’s this very hilarious interaction in Jon’s 10th ADWD chapter that essentially spells out all of her problems with visions and prophecy, with Jon serving as the reader’s proxy in some ways.

This interaction happens during Alys Karstark’s wedding feast and Patchface drops some of his weird jingles, which Mel very unsettled by. So she’s turns to Jon and is like, “ugh that dude is so creepy, all my visions tell me so”. And Jon’s reaction to this is super funny, because he’s like:

“You see fools in your fire, but no hint of Stannis?”

Wow Jon lmao

He just had to call her out like that, unprovoked. But his frustration makes sense. He’s constantly been asking about Stannis’ whereabouts but Mel’s responses just aren’t very satisfactory (in his opinion).

Then we get this next line which really just says everything about Mel’s stubbornness and perfectly embodies the deconstruction of the all-powerful seer trope.

“When I search for him all I see is snow.”

So Mel looks for Stannis, whom she believes to be Azor Ahai, in her fires but doesn’t find him. Instead she sees “snow”. And this part tracks with her POV too. We know from her chapter that she constantly sees Jon in her visions. It’s how we get the very interesting “I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R’hllor shows me only Snow” line.

So one would think that Mel might go: “Hmmm I look for the prophesied savior, but I don’t see Stannis. Instead, I only see Snow. I don’t doubt R’hllor’s power so if my visions are true, then maybe I need to rethink a few things”.

One would think…

But nope!

And Jon’s like “Hey maybe you’re not seeing Stannis because he’s super dead, ever think about that Mel?” And she proceeds to spout the usual Azor Ahai stuff and even mentions Dragonstone:

“When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. Dragonstone is the place of smoke and salt.”

To which Jon’s replies, “uhhhh news flash Stannis was not born on Dragonstone so that doesn’t track”.

Obviously this is Jon’s skepticism but I like to think that he took the reader’s place here. Because many of us have asked ourselves, why oh why would Mel think of Stannis just because she saw Dragonstone? Like yeah, he’s the Lord of Dragonstone but he wasn’t born there. It’s quite a valid question and how does Mel counter it? She doubles down and twist herself into a pretzel to make Stannis fit (even though he doesn’t fit at all!)

Really, Jon’s reaction is essentially what would happen if someone dropped me into the world of ASOIAF and gave me the chance to meet Mel and ask her a few questions. I’d be quite frustrated, just as Jon is here. And to be fair, the reader has a lot of auxiliary information (e.g., Jon’s parentage) that Mel doesn’t have.

But then the next few lines really illustrate just why poor Mel can be so frustrating. Because Jon’s follow up is,

“And what of Mance? Is he lost as well? What do your fires show?”

And what does Mel say?

“The same, I fear. Only snow.”

…??!

Mel!😭

Seriously, I cannot! This is the exact same situation as with Stannis. She looks for a king but only sees Snow. This makes me wonder then, based on previous wording, if she’s specifically looking for “the King Beyond the Wall” (not just “Mance”) and only seeing Snow - at this point, Jon has all but supplanted Mance.

So once again, one would think that Mel would go: hmmmm I look for the King Beyond the Wall but I see Jon Snow and not Mance Rayder. Seeing that Mance’s power has been diminished and Jon Snow is now taking control of the wildlings, maybe I should re-evaluate a few things”.

Yeah, one would think…

Homegirl is trying her best, she really is. But sadly, her best can only get E for Effort.

And at this point the reader is just done with Mel, and Jon is too:

“You are seeing cinders dancing in the updraft.”

He doesn’t even bother to phase it as a question lmao. He just calls her out and doesn’t care.

And we’re in his POV so he’s thinking of the lower case “snow”. Also, why in the hell is Mel referring to Jon like this?

Anyway, this is why I think Jon serves as the reader’s proxy in this conversation because it’s like a thinking exercise (facilitated by the narrative) that ultimately goes nowhere because Mel is so, so stubborn.

Because if we really break it down:

R’hllor/the Narrative: Who do you see when you search for the king/Azor Ahai?

Mel: Jon Snow

R’hllor/the Narrative: Ok…and who do you see when you search for the King Beyond the Wall?

Mel: Erm, Jon Snow…

R’hllor/the Narrative/the Reader: Great! So say it with me. The king you’re looking for is J-

Mel: STANNIS BARATHEON!

R’hllor/the Reader: …?!

And before anyone claims that this is a misdirect, Mel really is seeing Jon Snow. Straight from the horse’s mouth:

“I am seeing skulls. And you. I see your face every time I look into the flames.”

Friend….I don’t even know what to say anymore…

[sexsylexi]

His Speedster

Roy Harper x speedster reader

Summary-

Roy Harper (red arrow) from Young Justice is on lookout duty when his speedster partner arrives. They share a playful moment and race to a coffee shop, where the reader wins and buys breakfast. During their conversation, they receive a mission call from Nightwing. Hand in hand, they head off, ready for their next adventure, with Roy cherishing every moment spent with his speedster partner.

--------------------------------------------------- The sun had barely risen over the bustling city, casting a golden hue on the skyline. Roy Harper, also known as Red Arrow, was perched on the rooftop of a tall building, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. He was on lookout duty, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically, they were on you.

You, the speedster who had run into his life and turned it upside down. Literally. The first time you two met, you had accidentally knocked him over while chasing a villain. Since then, your paths had crossed numerous times, eventually leading to a relationship that Roy cherished more than anything.

As if on cue, a gust of wind signaled your arrival. You stopped beside him, a playful smile on your face.

"Hey, slowpoke," you teased, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Any action?"

Roy smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nothing yet. Just the usual early morning peace."

You nodded, your eyes twinkling with excitement. "Want to race to the coffee shop? Loser buys breakfast."

"You're on," Roy said, already knowing he would lose but not caring. It was these moments with you that he treasured the most.

With a flash, you were off, and Roy followed, using his grappling hook to swing from building to building. Despite knowing he couldn't match your speed, he pushed himself, enjoying the thrill of the chase and the sight of you in your element.

You reached the coffee shop first, of course, already holding two steaming cups of coffee by the time Roy arrived. You handed him his with a grin. "Better luck next time."

Roy took the cup, his fingers brushing yours. "I'm starting to think you just like seeing me sweat."

You laughed, the sound making his heart race faster than any villain ever could. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like spending time with you."

The two of you found a quiet corner table, the morning rush yet to hit the café. As you talked about upcoming missions and personal anecdotes, Roy couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was. You were his partner in every sense—on the field and off it.

Suddenly, your comms beeped, a call from Nightwing. You exchanged a look with Roy, both knowing duty called.

"Ready to save the day?" you asked, already vibrating with excitement.

"Always," Roy replied, standing up and taking your hand.

With you by his side, Roy felt like he could take on the world. And maybe, just maybe, keep up with you one day.

As you sped off to your next mission, Roy couldn't help but smile. Life as a hero was unpredictable, but with you, it was always an adventure worth taking.

[planetwaynez]

Hi guys! 👋

So I've already wrote one chapter to Jason's fanfic and I will be editing and posting it soon!!!

But while I was writing I couldn't stop thinking about Roy x babysitter!reader and now I wanna know if you guys would read a 6/7 chapters smutty fanfic about Roy x babysitter!reader?????

[dollwritesarchive]

If you’re still taking DC blurb requests, would you be able to write Roy and the reader making a sex tape? I can totally see him being on a power trip over the idea of getting to watch back how pathetic you get for him even when he’s away on long missions (and maybe even show it off to some of his friends).

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, exhibitionism ( via being recorded ), very mild choking, praise, suggested dacryphilia, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i love love love this idea, and i’m high af writing it so i HOPE it turns out okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there are probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Smile wide for the camera, pretty girl…” Roy was moaning against your ear, and you push back against his deep, slow thrust. he was only teasing you because he knew it would coax those cute, little whines in the form of his name from your lips, and push your lower tier out in a pout. he knew that by teasing, he could get those adorable puppy dog eyes.

pressing his entire weight into your back, one arm stretches out to retrieve his phone; it had been propped up on the bedside table, aimed at your face. Roy needed every angle of your visage possible— he had to see how your countenance twisted in pleasure played back to him, so when he was halfway across the world, he could imagine his fist was your perfect pussy.

you mewl in response to being pinned against the mattress, and tilt your head to follow the camera as he pulled it closer, his other hand creeping around your throat to rest there. with a low grunt, Roy rocks his hips when you smile, drunken on pleasure, and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You look so damn cute like this,” he’s breathing hot and heavy in your ear, “Taking me deep in that soft, warm cunt a’ yours. Taking care of me like this. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

you roll your head back, and it was a partial nod, and you allow the moan to spill out amidst a shaky gasp, “Fuck! Yes, Roy… Mm, feels good!”

Roy moans, husky, with pure euphoric delight, and shoves the phone into your hands so he can use his now freed extremity to reach under your body. “Talk to the camera, baby girl, tell me how much you love it.” his hand slips between your hips, blindly seeking your netherlips and rubs around until he finds your clit, pressing it tight between two fingers.

it was difficult to keep the camera from shaking, especially when he pressed and scraped against your swollen button, but you held on to the phone with both hands, trying your best to keep your eyes on the camera, and you whine. “Oh, god, Roy, I love it when you fuck me just like this!” you hoped you were close enough to the microphone to keep the sounds of him pounding hard into your slick from drowning you out. “S—so fucking deep in my ti—ight, little pussy! I’m about… I’m about to cum, please don’t stop!”

to your surprise, his fingers tighten around your throat, and you can’t help yourself: your eyes cross at the sensation of him choking you and fucking you this hard. “Roy!” you croak, back arching hard.

“Keep calling for me,” he whispers through grit teeth, using the very tips of his fingers to push at your cheek and turn your attention to him. you had to look halfway over your shoulder, but his head hovers there, and you trade hot breath, swallowing his moans and he swallowing yours when he locks your lips in a sloppy kiss, “you’re such a good fucking girl when the camera turns on.” he slurs against your lips, and you whine for him, nodding to every syllable. “And you’d better get ready, pretty girl, because I’m gonna make you cum ‘till you’re in tears just so I can show the rest of the Titans just how much of a cute, little crybaby you are when I pound this pussy.”

[gayjaytodd]

Jason: you're on speaker so behave.

Roy: or what, you'll spank me?