#just keep to a month for dick's sake

[melodramatic-orchestra]

"It's 1st October, it's Halloween season-" -BLOWS HORNS- HA WRONGGGG

IT'S DEEPAVALI SEASON BITCHES HAHAHAHA

[wonryllis]

TEMPTING THEM DURING NO NUT NOVEMBER.

─────𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖨𝖭. 汚い ❛ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍" ❜

featuring. enhypen hyung line with fem!r wordcount. 1250 ( around 300 each ) check out the catalogue?

warnings. ⚠︎PG18! public teasing, groping, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dry humping, car sex, riding, handjob, shower sex, choking, clit rubbing, p in v obviously.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

heeseung knew he fucked up the moment he agreed to take on the challenge. he knew it so so well, yet he decided he could do it and he could pull through the entire month if tried just hard enough. that he could keep his dick in his pants and not in you.

and it was hard. it is hard. his fucking cock twitching underneath his boxers as you discreetly palm him over his suit pants. right in the middle of a dinner with all his friends sitting around the table. unaware of your indecent touches and the looks you throw at your boyfriend.

batting your lashes at him while biting your lips, grabbing his thigh and then moving your hand up to squeeze his cock. it is absolute torture till it lasts. till his resolve breaks and he immediately drags you along to the nearest bathroom. his friends looking at the scene knowing he's done for— just a week into november.

“shit you just had to make me lose didn't you?” heeseung slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he drills his cock into you. fast and rough; holding your thigh around his waist in a grip so tight it'd probably leave purple bruises.

he tugs you closer on the counter each time you move back from the force of his thrusts, skin slapping into red, painfully pleasurable marks,“couldn’t keep your hands off my cock for once,” he grunts, brows furrowing as you clench around him every two seconds.

“if you keep doing that baby, i might just knock you up with how much i cum,” he moves his hand from your mouth, his lips immediately find yours in a messy lock, nibbling on your lower lip in supressed groans and pants, his balls tightening up when he feels yours walls clamping onto him hard.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

if muscles could tear off easily. jay would be in shreds right now. the sheer amount of restraint it is taking him, each part of him painfully tense— beyond he ever felt in his entire life. absolute hell he is going through watching you prance around in just a croptop and freaking bikini bottoms.

his eyes almost popping out of the sockets with drooling desire and want for you as he follows along the way you bend over or reach up for absurd and insane reasons. purposely to tease him of course.

he is aware of what you are trying to do. he really is. but he still just can not seem to look away for the sake of his cock and the expensive dinner on line for losing. gaze continuing to follow you as you settle into his lap, arms draping over his shoulders and your ass resting right on top of his now hard cock. oh he's about to lose.

“had this dream last night and— fuck princess you couldn't keep your hands off me and— oh god it was so hot,” jay rambles, his hands gripping your waist guiding you as you grind your drenched folds across his hard cock. back and forth, back and forth. your wet bikini bottoms sliding off to the side each time you reach up to his tip. warm slick smearing over his twitching cock pulled out of his sweatpants just enough.

his soft gasps and grunts filling the room,”gonna lose the no nut but it's worth it,” his eyes stay fixated on your face, watching the way it twists with pleasure and how your lips form an o when you let a moan amidst the constant mewls.

only two days left, but jay just can't resist it anymore. feeling your thighs shake against his and your eyes roll back when he nudges just the tip inside.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

jake's knuckles turn borderline white against the steering wheel. grip so tight he might as well rip it off the console. he tries so hard to focus on the road, to keep his eyes and his mind on the lane. but god you make it impossible with your hand caressing his thigh. his gaze drifting down each time your pinky rubs against his balls. and mind drifting off to danger zone of no nut november.

a sharp intake of breath and a silent curse falling off his lips when your fingers trail over his bulge in a feather light touch.

calm down, calm down, calm down. jake chants repeatedly— don't get hard, don't get hard, changing the words when he inevitably feels himself throbbing and growing stiffer by the second— fucking don't get hard damn it, all futile for his cock practically springs against the fabric of his cotton pants after you brush over his tip. should have worn the goddamn boxers.

“oh yeah— oh fuck yeah— your pretty pussy feels so good baby,” jake groans against your parted mouth, the sounds leaving you, the way you bounce on him, the sweat trickling down between your breasts; oh he doesn't care it's only been four days since he decided to participate in no nut november.

“how did i even think i could live a month without you cumming on my cock,” his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements as the car flaps with your lewd squelches in the backseat. the windows fogged up and filled with your moans and jake’s dirty mouth running rampant.

noticing your face scrunching up in pleasure, he immediately moves his hand over to rub your nub in quick circles,”god yes you're gonna cum for me?” his feet planting firm onto the floorboard before he starts pounding up,”me too baby, gonna fill you up so well.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

the cold shower did nothing to help his raging mind. and his raging cock. images of you begging for his cock flashing before his eyes on repeat. you were such a vixen when it came down to sex. knowing exactly how to tempt him in a way he would not be able to be resist.

it's only been ten days. sunghoon reminds himself, a hand rubbing down his face as he tries taking in deep breaths. coming home to you waiting for him right by the front door with fucking bedroom eyes was not something he was ready for. and especially not for the way you tried to persuade him to give up the challenge. pulling him closer by his sweatpants and throwing out the most sensual begs he'd ever heard from you.

it took every cell in him to deny you, rushing into the shower to avoid you before you could notice his boner. he did not lock the door though—

“fuck doll, keep doing that and i’ll cum so hard,” sunghoon throws his head back, water running down his chest and over your pretty little hands jerking his hard cock in sloppy strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, furious and wild despite all the warnings flashing red in his subconscious.

“shit shit shit— fuck wait—” as the tight coil in his stomach threatens to bust, he instantly pulls away. albeit only to push you against the glass wall, haul up your left leg, and shove his cock inside in a brutal thrust. his forehead resting against yours as he fucks rough. rough and mad.

his other hand reaching up to grip your throat in a light choke,”you were so desperate to be fucked, you just had to ruin my challenge didn't you?” thumb pressing onto your windpipe just enough while he stares into your glazed eyes,”so desperate for my cum,”

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[prlssprfctn]

The moment Jason starts to feel more comfortable around the family to, at least, visit some events, Tim embraces the completely different dynamic from the one they had before. Now, he doesn't want them to banter around others. Now, he wants the others to envy him, because he plans to become Jason's favourite in the span of *checks his pre-planned strategy* two months.

Firstly, because he can't allow himself to not be loved by his big siblings (Dick and Cass adore him, there is no way he is going to break his successful record). Secondly, because being Jason's favourite would ruin, like, everyone's mood. Especially, Bruce's. And thirdly, because, urgh, fine, Jason is kinda smart and cool. (This line is crossed out several times, but it doesn't matter).

Jason, going through the gifts his family bought him unenthusiastically, because his family knows zero about what he actually wants to get as a gift, but at least they hadn't forgotten to invite him on Christmas party like the last year: Urgh, the book about controlling your anger... (his eye twitching) Right, thanks dad. The apron... Okay, thanks, Dick. The knife... Thoughtful one, Damian. Keychain from... Whatever, yeah, uh, thanks, guys.

Everyone: (hopeful eyes of absolute idiots) Tim, coughing: You forgot to open my gift. Jason: Oh, right, sec. Jason: (ear-piercing scream) WOODEN TEA CADDY LEFT FROM JANE AUSTEN HERSELF???????? Tim, sending a smirk to his disappointed family members: Well, yeah, I've decided to go with a small gift this time. Just bought it from her house museum, in Chawton. You know. Jason: (incoherent sounds of happiness) Bruce, through his gritted teeth: Good job. Tim.

And Jason? Well, he is sure that this gremlin plans something, but he hops on any idea that will create more chaos in the family. So, he plays along.

Bruce: That's reckless. You don't go alone on the missions like this, Jason. You were supposed to, at least, warn someone before going there. Jason: Uh, I literally did. My favourite brother knew. Dick: No, I didn't? Tim, from the coach: Yeah, I had his back. Don't worry, B. Damian: ...Since when? Jason: Since always, duh? Tim: (little evil laughter) Dick: Good. For you. Guys.

Tim: Hey, demon brat, tell B that I am out of patrols for today. Damian: Why is that? Tim: Oh, Jason taking me to the Gotham Knights' game. Damian: And why did he bother invite only you? Tim: Oh, I don't know, maybe because the last time you told him that all these sports suck. Damian, fuming: Drake- Steph, squinting: You said you don't like them either. Tim: Well, I guess I changed my mind after Jason invited me. Anyway, bye, losers. Damian: I shall put the end to his life! Dick: OKAY, CALM DOWN-

(A few months later)

Jason, sitting on the rooftop with Tim: Anyway, what is the ending point of all this? Like, until when you keep pissing them off by hanging out with me? Tim: Uh... Jason, there is no ending point. I like hanging out with you? Jason, with his eyes wet, because he thought Tim wasted his time on him just for the sake of something: oH

[ttsukiimi]

───〃★ WE F⍣CK OFF & ON, OFF & ON .ᐟ

〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ As the campus’s well known f⍣ckboy, Satoru Gojo wasn’t known to stick around for more than one night in one bed. Well, that unspoken rule just didn’t apply when the bed was yours.

〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, uni au, smut (mdni), protected s⍣x, f⍣ckboy!gojo, hair pulling, p⍣ssywhipped!gojo, mentions of alc⍣hol & bein’ drunk, dirty talk, slight dumbification.

〃★ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ Thank you so freaking much for 1.5K!!! 🥹

Absolutely unbearable.

If there was any way to describe the campus fuckboy, it’d be that.

He was known—infamous for his unique way of fucking women and somehow leaving them attached, yearning for him once more after just one night, while he only left unscathed with his balls empty.

Satoru Gojo was insatiable. And you hated him.

You failed to see what everyone saw in him—he was a total idiot for fucks sake! Granted, he had a pretty face and could be quite charming, and you really couldn’t say for yourself if he was that good in bed, but good things about him paled in comparison to his horrid personality. He knew how attractive he was, and used that any chance he got.

How did he manage to talk his way into and out of anything? You simply didn’t know. But you hated him.

That was…until you yourself finally had a taste of Satoru Gojo.

Drunk at a party and so utterly wasted, you’d failed to acknowledge who was hitting on you, who you got into the taxi with to drive back to who knows where. His hands all over you—so rough yet inviting, even after the alcohol in your system had gone you still found yourself pulled into a trance.

A trance that seemingly pushed you to his bed and under him. Seemingly had you moaning his name all night and for more to come.

And seemingly, now, opening the door to your apartment so he could come in. So he could come in and fuck you like he’s been doing for the past months. Well, that’s just what he thought would happen anyway.

“Satoru,” you huffed, watching as the tall freak plopped himself onto your couch, momentarily jerking his head back before he responded with a hum.

“Can you stop acting like a fool and try not to break anything for once?” You chastised, pointing to a hand of his already playing with the flowers in your prized vase—he hadn’t given you those and had no right to taint them.

The white haired man groaned, rolling his eyes and following you down the narrow hallway to your bedroom. Your steps halted at the doorway and so did his, a low snicker leaving his lips as his hands slid to your waist.

“So,” he sighed in your ear, brushing his soft lips past the skin of your neck, big hands squeezing the flesh of your ass as he snaked them down. “Y’just gonna keep on being grumpy or you gonna let me fuck?”

“Satoru,” you exasperated for what seemed like the umpteenth time, though you didn’t dare take his hands off your body, already surrendering to the feeling. “Just because we’ve been fucking doesn’t mean that I only invite you here because of that.”

You turned around to face him. “We have a project to do, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll start after I start.”

And what was Satoru’s definition of that?

It was pushing your head further down into your pillows as he absolutely ravished your cunt, simultaneously holding both your hands back with just one of his.

His thrusts were deep and calculated—to the point where it felt like he knew where every pleasurable spot inside you was. Perhaps he did.

“Dick’s got you all quiet now, hm?” he smirks, sliding his free hand up your back and to your head, pulling your hair back as he speaks. By then you were a drooling mess and as much as you’d hate to admit it—you’re practically dumb on his cock, moaning incoherent little babbles of his name and how big he feels.

Satoru grins behind you, smug because he’s got you, the most prim and proper girl on campus choking on her own saliva. It all felt so surreal, you felt surreal—your soft hips, the succulent ripple of your ass as his hips connected to it, your moans—fuck everything you did was driving him crazy. Even though it was supposed to be the other way around.

He was the one who was supposed to be ingrained in your brain—but here he was, inches deep inside your wet, reeling pussy after he swore the last time he was in your apartment would be the last.

But there’s always a reoccurring cycle with you. He just can’t stop.

“Hah—mph—slow down, S’toru!” you mewl, fat tears swelling in your waterline, your ears perking up at the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of your sweaty bodies colliding. “If ‘m too loud my neighbors might hear,”

“Yeah? Let them hear how good I’m makin’ you feel then,” he breathes, shallow and unsteady, his toned chest moving in tandem with his inhales. The deep tremble of his voice seems to move throughout your body, vibrating through you in such a maddening way that you’re almost cumming from the feeling alone.

What was even more provoking was the way he pulsed against your gummy walls, thumping and pulsing inside you loud enough that it seemed you could hear it.

And—god was Satoru close, so close he could feel the static of his high zap though his fingers. He groaned, head thrown back in bliss as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so deliciously.

Your head was spinning from the mind-dizzying pleasure, eyes rolling back in what Satoru can only admit is the most remarkable expression he’s gotten out of anyone he’s fucked.

His hair was sticking to his forehead now, sweaty from how fast he was working to thrust into you at his abnormal pace. “Can I—“

“No.”

A defeated sigh and a pained grunt as he pulled out just as he was about to teeter off the edge of pleasure, taking himself in his hands and finishing the job. Satoru jerked himself as he watched you shake and convulse in euphoria, your body unwinding as you let your limbs go limp.

Cum seeped from your pussy, dripping down to your clit and sheets—and that sight was all he needed before his hot seed was spurting all over your back, the sensation causing a broken cry to leave your lips.

“Fuck,” Satoru mouthed, breathing hard as he gave your ass little smacks of approval. “That was—shit—so good.”

You nodded, head turning to the side as you watched him take off his cum-filled condom, and dump it in the trash. Satoru plopped back on your bed once he was done.

A smirk graced his lips and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, knowing nothing good could come out of that look.

“When do you think we could do it raw, hm?”

“When you get tested for every type of STD.”

[0bticeo]

air sex with mark. reader has begged him to take her flying before, but bouncing on his dick in the sky is new for him. i feel like at first he would be hesitant, but then would enjoy the thrill of showing off his strength. and maybe he also likes the idea of someone looking up and seeing, as a treat

WHAT'S NEXT, ALIEN SEX?

summary:

what happens next can probably be explained by a mix of sleep deprivation, adrenaline, and not having seen your boyfriend for two months. fuck martians. fuck the nasa. fuck cecil.

“mark?”

“mm?”

he keeps pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck, hands already reaching for the small, silver zipper of your catsuit.

“fuck me while you fly us home.”

tw: air sex, piv sex, fingering, slightly ooc!mark but it'll make sense in part 3 i prommy, switch!mark, cunnilingus, mark being whipped, fluff, couples fighting together against a common enemy à la will turner/elizabeth swann minus the swords, if u know who the art belongs to pls lmk so i can give credit pls, the author being a vv slow writer and apologising, pls show my bby some love and leave a comment, mwah

part 2 to boyfriend material

having a superhero boyfriend has its perks. 

sure, you may get interrupted mid-date by a world-ending emergency or a bank robbery - because invincible has range like that. sure, cecil stedman has you on watch because anybody that gets close to mark gets the GDA premium treatment of you-could-potentially-be-useful-so-we-keep-a-close-eye-on- you-in-case-something-happens. and sure, nolan grayson's ice cold gaze - assessing, cutting, predatory - sets you on edge.

but at the end of the day, you're in love with mark grayson. mark grayson is invincible. so you love invincible. perfect syllogism. however, you could really do without the flaxans invading downtown chicago in the middle of your coffee date. 

“seriously? it’s the third time this month!”

he sends you an apologetic look over his sugary monstrosity of a beverage. something with so much caramel and whipped cream you’re getting vertigo just by looking at the damn thing. viltrumite biology-induced cravings, maybe?

you’re cut in your musings by panicked passer-bys running for their lives.

he takes a sip through his straw, brown eyes darkening, split earth after a thunderstorm. a little pout has his lips curling downwards. you kiss it away, a short, sweet peck that has him smiling against your mouth.

“karma’s a bitch,” you grumble, downing your coffee - black, no sugar because you’re no heathen.

mark lets out a huff of laughter, something awfully soft in his eyes. his fingers lace with yours, bringing your hand to his lips.

“c’mon, baby. duty calls.”

duty is a damn bitch is what she is. one flick of your wrist has your civilian outfit - pretty, casual, a nice little sundress that had mark do a double take because you don’t wear these that often - melting away in the shadows, replaced by your trademark coat and catsuit. 

shadow’s back in the game and she’s pissed.

(her boyfriend’s struggling in the men’s room with his invincible suit, because clark kent makes wearing his super suit under his everyday clothes seem easy, but it really isn’t.)

it’s a bloodbath. 

downtown chicago has been turned into a one-sided battlefield, the harsh, viscous green of alien skin burnt into your retina. your jaw ticks. they’re aiming at civilians, laser beams turning innocents into fine, bloody paste.you witness a little girl, no older than five, face half melted in the concrete, whimpering as she takes her last breath. a twenty something college student cradling his abdomen, innards spilling out. christ’s sake, a dog, half eviscerated, crawling towards its dying master, man’s most loyal companion.

you step forward, cracking your knuckles. 

“sorry lads. the earth is closed today.”

the sun is still high above, a witness to dull afternoon hours turned into a horror scene. your shadow spreads and spreads, encompassing the army standing before you. you tilt your head, eyes rolling back behind your domino mask as you call in the darkness. the shadows twist. you raise your hand, pointing at the first few ranks aiming at you, barking in their language. 

further back, near the portal, on what appears to be their equivalent of a tank, their leader, face marred by a long, jagged scar running from his brow to his lips. they twist in a snarl upon glimpsing your silhouette. he raises an arm, finger vengefully pointed at you. ah, so they do recognise you.

looks like somebody didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of your tridagger. pity.

you clench your hand into a fist. it doesn’t deter them, the way the ground shifts under their boots. the slow corruption of the concrete below, as it is rendered one with the dark. your shadow’s stretched out enough to encompass all of them and give them a nice, cosy one way trip to the shadow dimension. its many beasts are hungry for fresh meat. maybe then they’ll stop ruining your dates.

something shifts when the first bullet manages to hit you, the laser burning away both leather and kevlar. blood drips from your shoulder.

“oooh, so you want it close and personal, huh?”

 you grin and throw yourself in the fray, black cloying the edges of your vision.

adrenaline courses through your veins. your shadows move along with you, sliding and shifting, the ground caving in treacherously under the aliens’ feet. concrete splits open. the one on your left shouts, beady eyes wide and panicked, and shoots. bang. dodge, duck, slam your foot at the back of its knee and watch the fucker fall into the abyss. kick up its rifle and shoot. slam it in an alien’s skull before it gets to you.

the scent of charred flesh fills your nostrils. ah. you’ve been hit again. spots dance in front of your vision. you take a hit. another. another - your lips split, grin flashing wide as your hand pierces feeble tactical gear. blood drips on the ground. the alien looks at the gaping hole in its sternum.

(shadows bend to your will, you’ve explained to mark when you first met, on the edge of midnight city where you hail from. your legs were dangling carelessly at the edge of a skyscrape under his watchful gaze. even then, even before the both of you became something too much to be put into words, he wanted you safe.

you’ve demonstrated it for him. harmless things, your fingers molding together, shapes taking form on the wall, shadows rippling as they came to life, dripping down like ink as small rabbits hopped out of the dark and around mark’s legs. 

you’ve shown the lethality of it. 

your gloved hands shifted, middle and index fingers pointing towards an approaching thug, other hand cradling your curled fingers.

bang.)

you’re laughing, cradling the poor thing’s heart, darkness like ink coating your fingers like a glove. you  make it sharper, deadlier. 

a shift behind you. the burning energy of a laser bullet aimed your way, straight for the head. too fast for you to dodge. 

a fist closes on it. 

you smile, lazily.

“mm. you’re late, invisible.”

invincible grins, a little sharp, wiping away flaxan blood on his suit, red a stark contrast against the bright yellow of it. lasers ricochet off him, rippling across his broad back as he turns to face you, shielding you with that cocky little grin you love. he rolls his shoulders, barely affected by it. you bite your lip at the sight.

“sorry, shade. you wouldn’t believe the traffic.” 

he moves, liquid smooth, hands on your hips as he shifts you away from an opponent. you use the momentum to head kick the fucker, its jaw giving away with a sickening crack under your soles. a sharp, screeching sound as it crumbles to the ground. you kick up its rifle, leaning on it with a sigh.

a tilt of your fingers and a shield rises before you, lasers sizzling against the surface.

invincible’s lips brush your jaw, gaze lazily surveying the progression of the flaxan troops.

“can i make up for it?” he breathes. “being late?”

even with his goggles hiding his eyes, you feel the weight of his gaze, something that has heat settling low in your core. his grin sharpens at that, nose brushing against the sliver of skin left bare by your suit. his thumbs rub small circles on your hip bones, and you’re intimately aware of how close he is, the firm line of his body pressing against yours, all hard edges, battle-honed. you lean back into him.

“maybe later. y’know, when earth isn’t invaded by murderous aliens.”

he chuckles, pressing a soft little kiss to your cheek. you gasp when he squeezes your ass. cheeky bastard.

“lemme deal with that.”

and fuck, the way he tears into them and slams their leader into the nearest building, fingers digging in the soft, breakable flesh of its throat, concrete shattering upon impact… you watch, eyes wide behind the lenses of your domino mask, as he crushes its skull between his hands, the bone brittle under his palms.

he turns back to look at you, floating above the battlefield, sun setting low behind his frame, his shadow stretching and stretching. blood drips down his clenched fist. you think of the deadly edge of a sword, perfectly poised, teetering on the edge of carnage. 

the flaxans look up, panicked, and aim at him. 

“sorry guys.” he cracks his knuckles, his grin sharp. “can’t keep my girl waiting.”

and fucking hell, you think as you leap towards the now empty tank, taking advantage of them being distracted. you should be focused on smashing the device creating their portals. it’d be easy enough, to use the shadows as an exoskeleton to enhance your strength. 

it would be, if mark wasn’t so bloody gorgeous while smashing his enemies to pieces. you think you hear him laugh as he does, something almost boyish. sunlight hits him, all goldens and reds - so much red, dripping down his chin, staining his goggles. you watch the lean muscles ripple under his suit, the way his fingers flex as he curls them into fists, the way his shoulders tense. the way he toys with them, faster than they can perceive, dodging their shots at the very last second. he’s making them harm their own kin.

snap out of it.

you smash your rifle against the complex machinery beeping before you. utterly unrefined, but you’re not exactly well-versed in alien mechanics, so it’ll have to do. the green light of the portal fizzles out. it’s closed.

mark flies above, lazily cracking his wrist.

a low, mournful cry rises from the troops.

//

you’re standing in a secluded alleyway, having bravely fled from the crowd of journalists creeping closer to the scene of carnage. 

“wasn’t that meg?” you muse, taking off your domino mask with a relieved sigh.

mark’s thumbs find the underside of your eyes, gently massaging the skin where your mask has been pressing.

“oh, her?” 

he pouts. you giggle at that, leaning into his touch. gently, you pry off his mask, revealing what has to be humanity’s most devastating puppy eyes.

“what? she’s pretty.” a conspiratorial smirk. “i need to know where she bought that skirt.”

his hands drop from your face, lightly resting on your waist in a way that makes something primal in you purr. he’s soft with you, mindful of the cuts on your shoulder, on your forearm. from this close, you can smell him, sharp ozone, and something distinctly mark that has you almost nuzzling him, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. 

“actually that’s not a bad idea.” he grins. “it would look good on my bedroom floor.”

“mark, you little-”

“what? would you prefer your bedroom floor?”

you slap his chest.

he cackles at that, looking down at you like you’re something precious.

you inch closer, hands pressed up against his chest. you watch as his pupils dilate, a never-ending void consuming the soft brown of his eyes. his gaze darts down to your lips and he frowns. his thumb brushes away a small drop of blood oozing from the thin line where your lower lip has been split.

his thumb meets the tender skin of your mouth and you press a soft kiss to the tip of it. 

mark finds his heart stuttering in his chest. you’d think he’d be used to have you by now. three months in, tangled up in each other in both hero work and school work and yet there he is, back pressed up against the washed up wall of a dingy alleyway come dusk, flushing under your adoring gaze. 

you’re devouring him, hunger practically oozing off of you as you take him in, all firm lines and soft gazes. god, you think michelangelo might weep in despair for having died in an era without him to immortalize. his hand clenches, long, slender fingers left bare by his suit flexing smoothly in a motion that has you pressing your thighs together with a soft sigh. 

dusk settles over chicago, golden sunbeams brushing the sharp edge of his jaw and you raise your hand to trace it, absently. a smile curls up your lips when he leans into your touch, as your gloved fingers brush past his jaw to go up, up, up, carding through the soft mess of his hair. blood and viscera got stuck in it. he does get violent when he fights, you muse, absently.

there’s still blood splattered on his suit.

maybe you love him a little too much. maybe you should be worried your boyfriend once tore out one of the mauler twins’ head for having made fun of your hair, laying it before your feet like an offering. doesn’t matter when you feel him against you, hard and wanting. doesn’t matter when he’s burying his face in your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin, marking you. 

what happens next can probably be explained by a mix of sleep deprivation, adrenaline, and not having seen your boyfriend for two months. fuck martians. fuck the nasa. fuck cecil. 

“mark?”

“mm?”

he keeps pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck, hands already reaching for the small, silver zipper of your catsuit. 

“fuck me while you fly us home.”

he freezes, parting from you. you nearly whine at the loss.

“wha- baby are you…?”

a soft flush blooms on his cheek and you coo, peppering soft kisses to his sweet face.

“c’mon… it’d be fun…”

you send him that look. the look that had him reeling at teen team’s base after a group mission. the look that had him fucking you in their showers, one hand firmly clasped on your mouth to muffle your moans as you heard rex and eve arguing outside. the look that had him fighting for his life under cecil’s no-nonsense gaze during briefings. the look that kept him company during his two months trip to space, palming himself through his suit to the thought of you.

fuck martians and their unchecked sequids invasion, he wanted you by his side. 

he has you now, so he puts his mask back on and pulls you close, breathing you in. coffee. that one vanilla and caramel perfume you love. blood. his thumb grazes the cut on your shoulder. you squirm in his grip.

“let’s get you home, mm? i’ll patch you up there.”

he scoops you up in his arms, fingers digging in the fat of your thighs as your legs wrap around his - sinfully small - waist. you’re in the air before you know it, arms wound tight around his neck, gloved fingers playing with what little baby hair is left uncovered by his mask. he shudders at the contact, a small whimper leaving his lips, barely audible with the roaring of the wind whipping past you.

you glance down. chicago stretches out, glimmering gold. at the edge of the horizon, you watch the sun set, all-consuming gold bleeding into creeping night blue. mark keeps flying you higher, careful not to go too high, where the air would be too rare for you to breathe.

your fingers dig in his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. he wouldn’t let you fall, you know.

(you’re in his bed, still panting, flushed and full in a way you’ve never felt before. mark has gathered you in his arms, and you’re curled up against him, head on his chest as he strokes your hair. he hasn’t been this relaxed in a long time, and you’re putty in his hands. 

you inch closer, fingers lacing with his, lips pressed to his knuckles. the bruises from his last fight are fading.

“mark?”

“yeah?”

“i meant it, y’know. i’m falling for you.”

he stills, a split-second of terrifying second-guessing. too much? too soon? you open your mouth, mortification creeping in. you close it when you meet his eyes, impossibly fond, the softest you’ve seen them yet.

“don’t worry. i’ll catch you. always. can’t have my baby falling.”

you boop his nose.

“sap.”

there’s a wide grin on your face. your heart feels light.)

his grip on you tightens. his lips brush against your ear, his voice low.

“i need you, baby.”

you feel his breath, harsh and heavy on your nape, the way his shoulders tense, adrenaline still coursing through him. your fingers palm his bulge, and you grin against his collarbone when you find him hard and wanting. you can feel the outline of his cock, even through the damn kevlar. you think you might feel the way he’s leaking through his boxers, too, tip flushed the same pretty shade of pink spreading across his cheeks. palm pressing in, grinding against the kevlar of his suit, you look up at him.

his breath catches. his hips stutter, his flight grows haphazard. his lips part in a soft, ragged little exhale of your name. you don’t think you’ve seen him this needy, with the way he presses you close - not just for safety - his hands somehow managing to knead your breasts, your ass, your thighs. 

it has you clenching your thighs, desperate for any kind of friction.

you lean closer, a soft whisper in his ear, lost to the icy wind nipping at your cheeks.

“is it the suit that turns you on?”

“it’s just…” he lets out something suspiciously close to a whimper. frustrated. needy. “i’m not sure how we should do this, y’know? logistically, i mean. i won’t let you fall, you know that, but what if-”

you press your lips to his, sweetly, softly. he melts against you. it feels like the roaring of the world has finally stopped, his mind a delicious, blissful blank. he’s stopped flying, he realises absently, pulling you close to him by the waist. you shiver, nestling against him, eager for warmth - viltrumites run hot. a side effect of having to fly in cosmic depths. 

he shudders deliciously when your nose brushes the sharp edge of his jaw, your mouth hot against his pulse, rabbit-fast under your ministrations. 

“baby…”

“you think too much,” you breathe.

he lets out something like a strangled gasp when you bring your hips closer to his, thigh brushing his aching cock. you stroke his cheek over his mask and he’s burning, inches away from ripping his suit off and fucking you senseless. 

he leans into your touch with a sigh, nuzzling your palm. 

“hey.” you give him a tiny eskimo kiss. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“no, i want to.” 

his grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging in the fat of them hard enough to leave bruises. he wonders how long it will take him to lose control, with the way you look at him like that, flushed and needy, practically gasping for air, like you can only breathe when his mouth is on yours. 

still he hesitates, because there’s something about the way you press yourself against him, catsuit drenched in blood, about the soft ripples of darkness fluttering along the edges of your coat, about how fucking out of it he makes you -

he couldn’t stay away from you if he tried, even if he should, for your sake.

he all but pins you against him, relishing in the feeling of your smaller frame pressed tight against the broad expanse of him, his hand finding its way to your chest, to that small, tantalising zipper between your collarbones. his thumb brushes the sliver of skin you’ve left exposed. for comfort, you said. 

he flashes you a grin, thumb soft on your pulse. persistent. deadly.

“comfortable?”

you splutter.

“mark!”

“that’s invincible to you, shadow.”

your jaw snaps shut. you swallow. right. no names while wearing the suit, but fuck. it’s getting hard to breathe, and the lack of oxygen isn’t at fault. mar- invincible cups your chest, hand gently squeezing the soft mound under your suit. you feel your heart hammer violently under his touch and know he feels it too. he hums, finger circling your nipple, the kevlar brittle under his touch. the motion, the rush of air as he slowly makes his way through the skies, the only thing stopping you from plummeting to your death being him-

it has you wet beyond reason.

“invincible,” you whine, desperate. 

it gets to him, the way your voice softens, the way your hips grind against his thigh mindlessly. he can’t see your face, with the way you’ve been trying to bury it in his chest, with a flustered noise.

fuck, you’re cute.

he pins you to him, your back to his chest, one strong arm locking you in place, a vice grip around your middle. you bite back a soft cry, his erection firmly pressed against your ass. his mouth presses against your neck, a hint of teeth against your carotid that has you gasping his name.

his fingers grasp the zipper, the motion a delicate little thing. cold air hits your skin and you whimper softly, invincible’s cheek nuzzling yours as he pulls it down, down, down, until your breasts spill out of your suit, nipples pebbled and aching, until his fingers reach your cunt.

“shit…” 

you see him bite his lip from the corner of your eye. his fingers dip between your lips, teasingly, barely brushing against your clit, enough for him to find you soaked and eager.

“all for me?”

you smile at his eagerness, at the (almost) innocent surprise in his voice. 

“you see anyone else here?”

he nips your earlobe, grinning wide against your ear.

“cheeky.”

you and invincible- fuck it, you and mark had sex before. hell, you lost your virginity to him in what has to be one of the most intimate moments in your life. but this? this is close second. this, you and mark, suspended hundreds of feet above the ground, head in the clouds, watching as the sun sets. mark’s lips slot against yours, your head tilting back to meet him halfway, his fingers curling in you in a way that has you seeing stars.

he sweeps your coat away with a soft growl.

“careful! it’s a gift!”

“yeah, a very inconvenient one.”

“you gifted it to me you- ah!”

somewhere along the way, he managed to free his cock, the bite of the cold air harsh against his leaking tip. you let out a soft whine of protest when he drags it along your folds, robbed of the sinful vision of his leaking tip. 

“m’gonna put it in, okay?” he babbles against your ear, hips grinding against your ass. “oh, baby-”

he lets out a low, soothing sound, nuzzling your neck as he drives himself deeper in you, until you’re clawing at his bicep with a keen.

“m-mark-”

it’s one thing to have him take you from behind, his hand warm and steady on your hip, pulling you impossibly closer to him. it’s another to do it in the air, where you have little to no leverage to make him feel good, too. 

“fuck- do you like it?” he rasps, hips snapping forward.

“mm-”

you’re caught in the in-between, the cold air nipping at your skin, mark hot and heavy behind you, fucking up into you like he’d die if he didn’t. your vision blurs at the edges. it’s too much, the delicious drag of his fingers as he teases your clit, the way his cock fills you to the brim. so fucking warm you feel like you’re about to melt into a puddle of heat. 

looking down would mean a casual reminder of your situation, hundreds of feet above ground, but you do. the sight has you moaning, wanton and debauched, with the way mark’s cock has your lower abdomen bulging out ever so slightly with each thrusts. 

you don’t even realise he’s leaning back until you’re faced with a flurry of emerging stars, watching you from lightyears away. he’s practically lying down in the clouds, the humidity of it raising goosebumps on your heated skin, like he’s baring you to the world.

slowly, he pulls out and has you straddle him, facing him.

he grins up at you, hands resting on your hips, thumbs drawing soothing circles on your hips as you sink down on him with a soft little moan of his name.

“talk about being on cloud nine.”

you snort.

“and i’m the cheeky one?”

“absolutely. my cheeky, adorably fucked-out girlfriend.”

you open your mouth to bite back when his cock hits that sweet, sweet little spot inside of you and your words die in a low, needy little moan. he’s taken off his mask, you realise, absently, discarding it god knows where. he’s taken off his mask, and he’s looking up at you like you’re his sun.

and you’re beautiful, he thinks, running his hand along the slope of your neck, relishing in the contact, in the way you melt against him. absolutely breathtaking, the setting sun cradling you in gold until, shadows framing the dips and planes of you as you ride him until you come apart. he groans, watching your slick coat the base of his shaft, your cunt milking him for all he’s worth until he’s bursting at the seams, your name the only constant on his lips as his hips buck up into you. 

“mmm fuck- i wanna try something-”

“mmn?”

he grins, something a little sweet, a little sharp. there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s up to no good.

“sit on my face.”

“you- mark!”

“what? i won’t let you fall. besides… i did say i’d eat you out, didn’t i?”

you’re trembling, when he slides out of you and pulls you to him, eager, arms wrapped around your parted thighs as he settles you over his mouth. you keen at the first contact of his tongue against your cunt, hips bucking up instinctively. he groans against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. 

“taste so good, baby…”

he’s looking straight at you, feeling his cock harden as you grind yourself on his face, the lapels of your coat spread out on his abdomen like he’s about to spread you out, thumbs parting your nether lips to sink deeper in you, to taste you better. 

next thing you know, he’s sinking his fingers in you and sucking at your clit, the sharp press of his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves a shock to your system. you fist his hair and feel him tense beneath you, his eyes hooded as they take you in.

“mark- mark i can’t-”

he presses a soft kiss to your clit. sweet. reverent. you don’t know if you find it cute or unfairly hot, not with the way you’re dizzy with him, begging for something, anything. something in you builds, coils low in your underbelly and snaps, leaving mark’s lips drenched and his eyes rolling back in his sockets with a strangled moan. you make out more than you feel his hips stuttering, coming to a stop as he cums.

there’s a ringing in your head. nagging. persistent. it won’t go away, no matter how badly you want to shake it off. the world is narrowed down to you, mark, and the way his tongue gently lap at your oversensitive cunt, cleaning you up with tiny kitten licks that have your heart hammering in your chest.

then, slowly, he peels back from you, his face ruined by your slick. he presses a kiss to your inner thigh as he pulls back, a teasing little bite, and zip up your suit.

“can’t have you catching a cold on me, can i?”

the sun sets. mark grayson tucks you in his arms and flies you to midnight city as you doze off, his heartbeat strong and steady against your ear. he looks at you, all pressed up against his chest, head leaning against his shoulder, and smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

when he gets to your home - a small little flat tucked away in sixth avenue, midnight city, seventh floor, third window to the left - he lays you down on the couch and fetches the med kit. you curl up into yourself, half-asleep, reaching for the soft blanket draped on the armrest. a little meow interrupts you, nero looking up at you blearily. you scratch him behind his ears and watch at your cat falls back asleep on the blanket, his little paws curling. 

mark takes in the sight of you, sleepily petting your grumpy furball of a cat, the two of you curled up on the couch, and feels something tug at his heart. affection. boundless love, the kind that would raze cities and bring civilisations to ashes if needed be. he settles next to you, med kit on the coffee table, helping you shrug off your coat and catsuit.

“it’s not too deep.”

his hand brushes your shoulder, relishing the contact with your soft skin. you hum, drowsy, exhaustion catching up with you.

he patches you up, quietly, pulling you close once he’s done. he breathes you in, burying himself in your hair, taking in your flat. a little messy, books everywhere, little plants soaking up sunlight because you like your tomatoes and basil fresh. your cat, snoring lightly on the armrest. you, breathing slowing down, curling up against him with a soft little: “thanks.”

he leans back on the couch, pulling you closer, and thinks, stroking your hair.

he’s been deep in the abysses of earth and felt the tides struggle against him, trying to push back. he’s been close to its core, and felt gravity weigh him down, a feeble attempt at bringing him to his knees. he’s been in space. he’s seen supernovas burn before his eyes, stood before a black hole and watched the event horizon as it tried to pull him into its orbit, a gaping, hungry maw.

but, at the end of the day, it’s you he orbits around, the earth to your sun. 

taking the liberty to tag the the amazing ppl that left comments on my mark os: @gaiasmight @vinnyvamppp @odessa-is-my-queen @shadylilac @linkwho1 @tokoyamisstuff @sp4ceboo

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SOVEREIGN .ᐟ 𝓛OTTIE MATTHEWS

♱ your girlfriend thinks looney lottie is a bad influence on you… maybe she’s right?

♱ cw; harsh language, cheating (you’re both dicks), slight!nsfw but no smut, toxic!nat

“really? for the fourth time this week?” nat scoffed. you had a feeling she wasn’t very pleased with the suggestion, but what could possibly give you that idea?

“yeah, i like talking to lottie. i mean, can she be a little batshit sometimes? yes. but i feel better after hanging out with her.”

the blonde rolled her eyes, hoisting the rifle over her head and around her back. she shook her head, grabbing a jacket from her sleeping bag. “lottie’s a schizo four months off her meds, baby, whatever comes out of her mouth is literally a chemical imbalance leaking from her brain.”

nat had her own opinions on mental illness--ultra-critical.

“she just asked me to join her for her foraging trip, it’s not like i’m on my knees worshipping whatever she’s preaching.” you argued, “why’re you getting mad at me for it?”

nat sighed, “i’m not getting mad at you. all i’m saying, is i don’t think it’s a good idea spending so much time with lottie.”

she caressed your shoulder, hand slipping down after a gentle squeeze. you followed her to the front door of the cabin, freed from the last sleeping yellowjacket upon tai waking everybody up, leaving you and nat alone as she got ready for hunting.

“then spend some time with me! i haven’t had a proper conversation with you since the first night, i miss you.”

she scoffed, looking at you like she’s saying, ‘seriously’?

“i have a whole soccer team and three testosterone filled assholes counting on me shooting bucks to stay alive. wasting around isn’t exactly an option.”

“spending time with your girlfriend isn’t wasting around. y’know, i really don’t like how travis’ nasty character rubbing off on you.” you pursed your lips, crossing your arms.

“keep it down!” she shushed you. “don’t talk about him like that, he lost his dad, for fuck’s sake.” she snapped, “god, you’re the one who’s been wasting off.”

jesus christ, since when did she turn so cruel?

she exhaled deeply through her nose. looking over her shoulder quickly, she grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“please stay away from that fucking psycho.”

the plead forced a wretched twist in your stomach, but still, you weren’t one to deny the antler queen’s request.

“i’m sorry, nat, but she won’t take no for an answer.”

she immediately let go of your hand, her jaw tightening. you felt your chest tighten at her action, teeth gnawing at your lip. “fine, whatever. but call it what it is, because you’re kissing at her feet just as much as those mindless goons who thinks she’s some fucking god. don’t come to me when you realize she just gets off on the fucking thrill of attention.”

she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving you alone in the hollow cabin. you sighed, hearing nat call for travis before the two left camp for the day.

eventually, you revealed yourself, shooting jackie a tight-lipped smile as you passed her sitting on the porch.

“y/n!” lottie softly called, “there you are. i’ve been waiting.”

your sour expression of worry immediately lifted, and on came a smile you catch yourself wearing often around lottie. you’ve been feeling burdened by nat’s bitter attitude towards the entire situation. she’s been lashing out at you more often, she will go days sometimes brushing you off and finding chores to do just so she doesn’t have to deal with you.

she hated when you’d ask if the two of you could just ‘walk and talk’. she didn’t like talking about feelings… or in general.

lottie was so bright, always eager to spend time with you.

she was the one asking you about your day when nat spends her nights hanging around the martinez brothers instead.

and she was the one making you feel wanted. needed. like you were oxygen she needed to breathe in, or she’d die.

“i’ve fetched the basket, i was wondering if you were ready for our trip today.” she queried gently, her fingers dancing across your shoulder to run her nails down your arm. “or if you were still planning on hunting with nat and travis.”

you shook your head. “no, they’ve left already.”

the way the corners of her eyes softened upon that moment, you swore she was almost relieved they had gone.

“alright then. shauna has kindly introduced a path down towards the creak her and jackie have discovered recently. i want to see if there are berries and such growing around.” she nodded towards an opening into the woods just behind the meat shed. “shall we break away for the day then?”

you beamed, mirroring her excitement. “i’d love to.”

“and you sincerely believe your bond has been hindered by her duties as a hunter?”

you hummed at lottie’s question. the two of you strolled side by side, elbows brushing occasionally as you ranted on about how you felt with nat’s recent drifting.

“i don’t know. sometimes i just think she’s sick of me.”

“well, i find it hard to believe anybody would grow sick of you.” she nudged you, chuckling. the remark, though just casual banter, made heat flush straight to your cheeks. you turned away to hide the tint of colour from the taller girl.

she smirked, hoping the image of you getting flustered would be burnt into her memories forever.

“what else has she done that’s troubling you, y/n?”

“she just doesn’t… talk to me anymore. it’s always travis this, hunting that, i just--like this morning, she was making all these mean comments and i told her i didn’t like how travis was rubbing off on her, she defended him!” you scoffed lightly, “i mean, i understand he just lost his father, but she’s just been such a trying person to care about lately, i feel lonely.”

the taller suddenly fell silent, and your heart skipped a beat.

it was always like this with lottie, you never realize you’ve over-shared until it was too late.

you let your guard down around her, but you loved the ease.

“i see,” she murmured, her fingers drumming against the strap of the basket. she seemed to hesitate before she spoke again, “does she… say anything about me in particular?”

your breath hitched; how did she know?

upon your struggle to stammer out a response, lottie giggled. she flashed you a small smile. “it’s quite obvious nat dislikes me, she isn’t exactly subtle with her mannerisms,” she joked lightly, “but i do understand her overprotective nature when it comes to you, the two of you are quite… close.”

“it’s--well--!” you were panicking. she caught you off guard.

nat didn’t really feel comfortable announcing anything about your relationship. she was waiting for things to die down and simmer into a less tense atmosphere at the very least.

it wasn’t like you were against it, but it narrowed the window you had for moments you get alone.

still, you shouldn’t be baffled an observant person like lottie noticed those stolen glances and hushed affection.

“you know, i’m here for you, y/n. however you need me.”

you do know. it’s all you think about when nat goes off with travis alone for hours. it’s why you feel less guilty, why you allow yourself to drift away from your sinking, hidden situation with nat and into lottie’s open arms.

“thanks, lot,” you answered, averting your gaze.

does lottie know about you two? shit, nat’s gonna be pissed.

“ah, here we are.” lottie gasped, stumbling ahead through a some bushes she pushed through into a tiny clearing.

you heard the soothing flush of flowing water, accompanied by lottie’s deep inhale. you took a good look around, soaking in the serenity of this little haven; it was absolutely breath-taking.

whilst lottie bent to lower her hand to graze the rippling water, you remained standing where you had.

however beautiful this oasis was, all you could see was lottie.

she looked so carefree, so in tune with everything that engulfed you. the way she fell into place immediately, like she had been here a million times before, like she was meant to fit right where she was. she was truly breathtaking.

“would you like to join me for a little break?” she asked, sitting by the creak with her knees to her chest. she patted the lakeshore right by her, setting the basket behind her.

“what about the berries?” you chuckled nervously.

lottie shrugged, nibbling on her bottom lip. her eyes raked you up and down briefly, if you weren’t staring at her so intently, you would’ve missed it. her nose twitched just the slightest. “the berries can wait. i want to talk with you.”

god, her smile was so warm and inviting. who could say no?

as you sat, your knees would brush. you could have sworn she was moving closer with each time she laughed at something you’d say (that wasn’t even funny) and swayed as she nudged you playfully. and when you’d go off about something jackie had said or tai and van being suspiciously cute, you could feel her eyes stripping you down.

her gaze was hot against your skin, you felt your cheeks burning when you’d catch her unwavering eyes.

“what?” you gasped, “do i have something on my face?”

she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. she suddenly leant in close, her breath kissing your hot cheeks. her big, doe eyes ran across your features. she pulled back, humming with the faintest hint of a smirk. “no. not that i can see.”

“wha--what was that?” you squealed, leaning back.

“what was what?” lottie cocked her head aside.

“the--you were so close to my face!” oh my god, you could hear the shake in your voice, you sounded so pathetic. all you could hear was your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

“yes?” she replied, “is that a problem…?”

you don’t know how to answer; was it a problem? you didn’t exactly mind being close to lottie, you enjoyed the warmth that radiated from her as a matter of fact. but you’d burn up whenever her fingertips lingered on your skin a little too long.

“i’m sorry,” lottie sighed, backing away. her lips pouted slightly, her doe eyes giving you a look you couldn’t quite ignore. “it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable.

“no!” you yelled almost a little too fast, “you didn’t.”

the sound of the water rushing over smooth stones was soothing, and the cool breeze carried the fresh scent of pine and earth. the air is crisp, but the warmth of lottie’s body kept you comfortable.

“good, that is the last thing i would ever want," she said, breaking the quiet. her voice is soft, but teasing "i’m very glad you agreed to come with me today. i was worried i’ve been too forward lately with my invitations.”

you glanced up at her, frowning slightly in confusion. you gnawed at your lip, chewing back your nerves.

“lot, i enjoy the time we spend together, so don’t say that.”

she stepped closer, her boots made a soft sound against the dirt. "well, i must confess. it’s not just that," she continued, voice dipping into a lighter tone. "there’s something about you... so effortlessly calm and... cute."

she let the word hang in the air, studying your reaction.

you blinked, unsure how to respond. "cute?" you stammered.

lottie laughed softly, her breath warm against your ear. her hand palmed yours on the ground, fingers slipping through the crevices of yours. "yes, cute. you don’t notice it, do you?" She tilted her head slightly, the edges of her eyes softening. "there is this charm about you. makes it hard to look away.”

your heart skipped, and you looked away, feeling your cheeks flush hotter. "thank you," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

the way she was looking at you, it made your stomach knot.

Lottie’s grin widens. "everybody notices as well," she said gently, leaning in closer. "so shy… so eager to please.”

oh my god, what the fuck is happening right now?

you swallowed, your throat dry as your mind raced. you can't figure out what to say or do, the mixture of her proximity and her words leaving you utterly flustered.

before you can even gather your thoughts, she leant in fully, her lips brushing yours softly. the kiss is light, like she knew of the risks regarding her actions. it’s over in an instant, but the sensation lingered--a soft warmth, a tender sweetness that took your breath away. you felt guilt and shame shower you, because you didn’t want it to end.

you blinked at her, completely stunned. lottie pulled back slightly, her gaze shot down at your parted lips. the tip of her nose brushed yours, and there she remained.

“you are so much more than that,” she whispered, her other hand coming up to cup your cheek. “but i’m in no hurry to make you realize that.”

your heart was pounding in your chest, your face burning.

lottie watched you for a moment, the teasing glint in her eyes giving way to something deeper. something you can’t quite name. she straightened up, but her hand lingered near yours, almost as if waiting for you to reach out.

you just sat there, breathless, in between her arms.

the hike back to camp bled into a blur, and your heart still raced from what happened by the creek. lottie walked beside you, her presence almost magnetic, but you can't help but feel distracted, the kiss replaying in your mind over and over again.

you’re not sure what to make of it, and honestly, you don’t know how to act around lottie anymore.

the entire way, she continued bantering and being lottie.

how could she be so normal? how is she not freaking out?

plagued by these unanswered questions swirling in your head, the things she said went in one ear and out the other.

though, she grabbed your hand whenever the shell of your knuckles would brush against each other. and as you struggled to hold her eyes for too long without flushing, she couldn’t help but giggle at your physical reactions to her touch.

as she set the berries she collected (you were too gay panicked to help) down in the pantry, your feet instinctively followed.

“thank you for your help today,” she grinned, “i had a very good time.” she leant in, hands grabbing the sides of your arms, before pecking you on the cheek. “i hope you enjoyed yourself as much as i have. if you need to talk about anything you want, i’ll be around.”

damn, it felt like getting blue-balled. like her lips were still ghosting yours. she tasted so sweet, such a soft contrast to what nat usually rushed into.

when you finally strolled back out towards the campfire, the first thing you saw was nat sitting by the fire, her hair strapped beneath her headband, laughing at something travis just said. that laugh of hers was usually familiar, comforting... but tonight it felt different. there’s something about the way she was leaning toward him, the way her eyes shone when she looked at him that made something inside you tighten.

you tried shaking it off, but it left a bad taste in your mouth.

nat’s smile diminished as she notices you approach, her eyes wavering like she got caught doing something she shouldn’t.

as you got closer, you noticed how travis’s hand was slid away by nat from where it rested on her thigh before. her back angled away from him, and both their shoulders tensed.

"hey," nat called out, giving you a tight-lipped smile. "i was wondering when you’d be back."

you caught sight of lottie far behind nat and travis. she conversed with akilah about something, listening intently, but her eyes flickered up when she felt somebody’s gaze.

lottie’s smile was easy, but there's something unreadable in her eyes as she glanced at you before returning her attention to akilah. you almost forgot your girlfriend was watching you.

"we found a few things. nothing special."

you forced a smile, but it felt thin. you were too aware of the way nat and travis were sitting too close, too comfortable, like something had shifted in the air. you sat down on the other side of the blonde, trying to ignore the cold weight settling in your chest. despite being sat before a raging fire.

as the night dragged on, your suspicion grew. it wasn’t just the way nat was acting around the boy--more open, more relaxed. it was also the little things: the way she lingered a little too long in conversation with him, the secretive glances they exchanged when they thought no one was watching. your stomach twisted uncomfortably, and you knew something was different between them after this morning’s argument.

i’m just being paranoid, you tell yourself. they're friends.

later, as the fire burns low and the night wrapped around you in a blanket of cool air, you and nat slipped away from the group that had gathered around the fire for a hearty post-dinner hangout, heading toward the cabin.

you sat down on the edge of your sleeping mat, still watching nat as she unzipped her bag, preparing for bed. you opened your mouth, but the words stuck in your throat, the weight of your doubts holding them back.

finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "nat... since when are you and travis so... close?"

nat froze, her hands pausing mid-motion as she turned toward you. her brow furrowed in confusion. "what do you mean?"

you bit your lip, your heart pounding.

you immediately regretted asking anything. the blonde you usually looked so forward to seeing stared back at you with such a bitter expression, you felt stupid.

nat’s expression hardened, her knuckles growing white from her tightening grip on the suitcase. her hand rose to scratch her nape. "i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about," she started, her voice quiet but steady. she was lying. the flare at the end of that sentence told you all that you needed; you knew her very well, after all. "travis and i are just... close friends. he’s just going through a lot. you know that."

you nodded? but the gnawing suspicion ate at you. "but it just feels like something's happening that you’re not telling me."

nat gave you an amused scoff, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "nothing’s happening, y/n. why’re you being so paranoid?" her defensive tone mocked your worries, but in a turn of events, it made you think of lottie kissing you.

you swallowed hard, forcing a smile, but the knot in your stomach tightened even further. you wanted to believe her.

but you knew it was more than what she was telling you.

“his hands were all over you, nat, i might be quiet but i’m not fucking blind.” you argued, looking up at her.

she scoffed, “you’re being hysterical, for fuck’s sake.”

“what am i supposed to think? you leave first thing in the morning, you come back late at night and when i see you, you’re gushing all over this guy.”

“why do you even give a fuck? you spend all your time sucking lottie’s dick anyway!”

“so this is what it is? you’re doing this ‘cuz you’re jealous?”

she slammed her suitcase shut. “i’m not fucking jealous, i’m sick of you acting like she’s some saviour when she’s not.”

“why am i such a sheep in your head? it’s not like i’m praying to her, i went picking mushrooms with her.” you stood, stepping forward. “all i wanted was to spend time with you, but you’re always doing something and i feel like i’m chasing after something that isn’t there anymore.”

“maybe ‘cuz it isn’t,” nat hissed, pulling back.

you felt that in your chest. you watched, mouth agape, as she ran her hand over her face. she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“i’m sick of you coming for travis. you’ve been nothing but a bitch to him since doom coming and i’m over it, okay?”

you stormed out of the cabin, your heart stinging from what the blonde had just implied. the cool night air brushed against your skin, and the silence of the woods did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside you. you didn’t know exactly what you were looking for, but your feet carried you past the campfire, where you spotted lottie talking to van.

without thinking, you walked over, grabbed Lottie's arm, and pulled her away, the urgency in your steps clear.

you lead the both of you through the edge around the cabin, until the light of the fire became a dim glow in the distance.

before she could say anything, you leant in, kissing her with more intensity than you intended. there was surprise in her tawny eyes, but she quickly melted into your touch, her hands resting on your arms as she didn’t pull away. mindlessly, she nudged you into a tree, a hand on your stomach as yours crept up to tug at her loose, jet hair.

when the kiss broke, lottie looked at you with a dark and dangerous gaze. her lips wet and parted as she panted in attempts to catch her breath.

“what was that for?” she gasped, her smirk evident.

your finger met her lip. you ran a free hand up her jaw, shushing her before leaning in.

her own anchored your hips against the bark scraping against your thighs. your lips began trailing from her lips to her neck, fingers snaking their way up your shirt.

“y/n--” she warned, “i’d rather you talk to me.”

lottie knew she had been drawing a line between you and nat lately. she understood the blonde’s jealous tendencies and it was quite easy from there. she also knew nat and travis were hooking up during the day, and she didn’t have the heart to tell you that. after all, you (used to be) were very much in love with her. but she knew all you needed was a little push.

“i just,” you sighed, “you said you’d be here however i need you. well, this is how i really need you right now.”

“running from your problems won’t fix anything,” she said softly, voice steady. she ran her fingers through her hair, caressing your warm cheek as you leant into her touch. “as much as i want this as well, it’s not under the right grounds. if you’re trying to find clarity, you're not going to get it this way.”

you stood there, her words sinking in as she gave you a knowing look. she sighed, kissing you on the cheek.

“i find it, you’ve confronted nat about her recent behaviour?”

she didn’t ask it with anger or judgment, but with the kind of certainty that made you realize what you were doing. you weren’t thinking straight, blinded by the utter betrayal you had felt. you could smell travis’ musk on nat, you could see the hickeys peaking from the collar of the layers she had on. god, you’ve been such an idiot, you should’ve known.

your hands peeled from her, rubbing the burnout from your eyes. tears welled as your breath deepened.

“hey, hey,” lottie whispered, she wiped the tears pooling from the edge of your eyes. “come here.”

you let her pull you into her arms, circling them snugly around your waist as you sniffled into her shoulder.

“i’m sorry, lot, i’m a mess.” you said, but she soothed you.

“you have nothing to apologize for, y/n. it’s the last thing i want.” lottie said softly. “though, kissing isn’t one way my lips can provide a sense of coherence, i can assure you travis and nat have been… well, you know what it is they’ve done.”

you blinked at her, the words not fully sinking in at first. she knew nat was cheating? did she know about the two of you then? “what? how do you…?”

lottie’s eyes met yours, calm and knowing. “i already knew of the two of you. it has told me about you,” she said gently, her voice steady. “i could see the way you looked at her. and I knew what she was doing.” she paused, taking a breath. “nat isn’t in the right frame of mind to appreciate herself, much less others. you mustn’t blame her. she doesn’t understand the gravity of her actions, of how much pain she has caused you.”

you felt your heart tighten at her words, you felt beyond just the pain you were feeling.

“if it is adoration you crave, i can provide. i can give you what you desire, all you have to do is ask.”

lottie’s presence had always been soothing, but right now, it was something more--her voice, her energy, the way she just knew what to say. was your admiration merely the way a servant to her sovereign? or was it more?

you found yourself speaking before you could stop. “i—” you swallowed hard, the words feeling heavier than anything you’d said in a long time. “i need you to kiss me again. i haven’t stopped thinking about your lips since the creak, and i don’t think it’s just because of nat.” you grabbed the collar of her frilled dress, yanking her close. you heard her swallow thickly, her eyes fixed on your needy lips. “will you do this for me?”

lottie didn’t react immediately, her gaze steady on you as if weighing your words carefully.

then, she reached out, gently lifting your chin with her fingers, her eyes soft but intense. “you’re not just running away from nat, are you?” she asked, her voice low, knowing. “you’re looking for something in me.”

you nodded, not able to look away from her. "with you, i don’t feel like a fucking safety net. i feel appreciated.”

lottie’s gaze softened, and for the first time, there was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. you weren’t used to her being anything but the cool, level-headed leader the girls needed her to be. she pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “you’re something worth appreciating.” she pressed another kiss, this one against your jaw. “worth discovering.” finally, her thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip, her breath mingling with yours. “worth worshipping.”

her mouth moved against yours, tongue savouring you.

you’ve been around lottie so many times--you’ve known her for a long time. you’ve never made an effort to notice it, but there was no denying the chemistry you both shared. you usually tried not to think about it, but damn. she knew just what you needed to hear, just where you needed to be touched, and just what you needed to feel. you felt nerves flutter in your stomach as her hands rose to unbutton your shirt.

you were appalled. disgusted at how quick that turned you on. it made you wonder how long you had felt this attraction towards lottie, how in denial you have been with the blonde usually pawing at your chest in hopes of getting lucky.

this was so much more tender, so much more loving.

she gasped as she pried her lips from yours, immediately they latch onto your neck, just between your ear and your jaw. she’s rough with you, and you can tell she’s needed this for a while. she’s needed you. her hand that isn’t on your waist reaches around to the back of your head, forcing you to move where she guided you. like she always did, especially since she had been named the queen. the faint scent of her coconut perfume engrained in the fabric of her clothing is sickening. it invaded your senses and only made you want her more.

“you’ve got me, y/n. for however long you need, i’m yours.”

an; omg yall the reception my first fic got was insane!! so part two is coming to theatres near you. for now enjoy this silly little lottie fic i had cooking.

lmk if you guys like these cuz comments and stuff really help me know what kinda thing you guys like and encourage me!

happy reading! xx

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୨୧ ── Now I know you want me

Continuation of — I wish I knew you wanted me

› Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

› Scenario: A blind date? He can't let that happen! After realizing his mistake of letting his chance go by, he challenges fate itself to have you in his arms.

› Notes: English is not my first language. Reblogs and likes are very appreciated! + I hope this lives up to the first part. This is mostly fluff and a happy ending. ^^ 4k words btw

Dick felt the whole world's weight from what he heard. Kory said what?

He's using his willpower to keep himself from dramatically falling on the floor. He knows he heard her correctly, he cleans his ears two times a week, for god's sake. Still, that crooked smile on his face didn't fade along with that twitch in his eyes.

Maybe Kory just used the word 'date' wrong. She might've mistaken it for 'date' as in the day of the month or year. He even googled the definition to show her. Denial makes you go to the limits of logic and into the spectrum of insanity, and right now, Dick Grayson can prove that.

He's thinking of every possible misunderstanding that they can make about the situation. Dick was a ticking time bomb of 'what ifs,' about to explode if not for his 5 stages of grief in front of an unimpressed Kory.

"Kory, should I kiss you again? Because you might be using some words wrong." There was sarcasm laced in his voice. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

He wanted to laugh in her face so badly. Tell her that he's willing to teach her to enhance her vocabulary, that maybe she's got some definitions mixed up.

"I told you, Dick. She said she has a blind date today." She repeats what she heard from you earlier that day. And the Tamaranean could swear she heard something shatter. Dick slumped on the floor with his hands covering his face. Regret bubbling in his chest.

He knows you were deeply affected by what transpired the other day. You weren't a workaholic like he was, so when he found out that you were barely inside the tower anymore due to your sudden eagerness to go on missions and stakeouts, he knew this was your way of releasing anger.

Who was he to stop you? After all, he was angry too. The chance slipped through his fingers. As a result, he barely saw you anymore. The tower felt emptier without you freeloading around when you didn't have anything to do.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he appreciates the noise you bring to breakfast when you grumble about the food being distasteful when he cooks it when you're also the one hoarding it all. All those broken training dummies when he specifically told you not to overdo it, your witty and sarcastic remarks in team meetings, having you by his side during missions... Dick misses it all.

"And? What did you say to her?" He speaks through his hands, refusing to look at Kory. It was childish of him, but he can't help it, she should have tried to stop her from going out.

Dick can already picture Kory face palming at his behavior from the sound of her exasperated sigh alone. While she understands how Dick is feeling, he hasn't acted this irrational in a while. Kory knows him, she dated him. She knows how much this man can love. Dick can risk it all for it. The thought of him being such a man causes a mystery in her mind: if Dick Grayson is a risk taker, why didn't he take it with you?

Human feelings and the relationships here on earth were different from Tamaran, but Kory isn't oblivious or ignorant to their differences. Still, it wasn't her place to speak on it. Even if she knew you still had a place in his heart, Kory never showed resentment. She was only curious about how two people who are clearly in love with each other can't be together. What fear was holding you both back?

"I told her to enjoy her date," she states the obvious. "I wouldn't stop her from finding happiness. If you're against it, you should've taken the opportunity to confess the other day."

"It isn't as easy as you think it is." His tone turned lower with each word, knowing it was a weak reason.

"Maybe I don't, but look at you now—where exactly do you stand in her life to complain about her trying to love, Dick?"

Kory's right. He was basically nobody but a leader and a close friend to you, they had no right to intervene in your love life. That doesn't make it any better.

Dick's audacity knows no bounds if he thinks that you shouldn't just agree to dates, much less a blind one! He felt uneasy that you're going to meet someone you don't know and possibly... You'll find them much more appealing than him—your closest friend of 15 years.

He should take a breather first and then think about ways to sabotage her date—no, stop that, Dick! Don't even think about it.

His conscience tries to reason with him, but his love outweighs morality. By the time Kory realized that look on his face, Dick was already bolting out of the tower in his motorcycle. She yells after him, hoping that he'd stop and rethink the devious plans he concocted inside his brilliant mind. It was futile. A man in love knows no bounds.

This was wrong, and he knows it. The revs of his motorcycle drown out every message his conscience sends him. He only went faster with desperation as his fuel. Dick's grip on the handle tightens when he thinks that he's too late, perhaps you're already enjoying the presence of that person.

He prays desperately under his breath. Just this time, this one time—let Fate be his friend. He'll do everything to be heard this one time.

Dick swears that if fate can hear him right now, he'll stand by his words, and this will be his last opportunity to have you in his arms at the end of the day.

Only now that you're completely about to slip away from him is when he decides to move. He lives up to his name, he is a dick for doing so.

The words, "Why now?" are on the table, but he bargains that it was better than an "I loved you." at your wedding in the future with this blind date of yours. And he can't have that.

He was beginning to think that fate was only his enemy when he suddenly got a whiff of your perfume in the air. Dick maneuvered his bike to the side, his head whipping from side to side to catch a glimpse of your figure.

It was a distinct smell that sets you apart from the citizens here in this forsaken city. He knows since that scent was from him. You loved his gift so much that it became your signature scent. You were certain that the brand could name it after you as well, as if it was solely for you.

You emerged from that shop you once said was not to your taste with a big smile on your face as you talked with your date.

Dick remembers laughing at your face when you tried not to show your displeasure at the drink you just shoved down your throat. You were trying hard to show a smile instead because of the staff happily asking for a picture to promote their shop.

When they asked you to come again when you stood by their doors, he almost cracked again at your small forced smile—looking like a life sentence had befallen you.

Did they bring you here? Why didn't you say you didn't like it here? Did they even ask you? He was beginning to get agitated again just thinking about it. If they wanted to take you out on a date, they had to take you to the most extravagant places here. It didn't matter if they had only met you today, you deserved the best.

As you walked through the streets of Blüdhaven, Dick couldn't help but feel you were everything and your date was just there. Like a fully rendered drawing next to a sketch of some sort. It was obvious you were out of their league. Emphasis on 'their' since he, himself, is also included.

As said before, Dick put you on a pedestal that nobody could reach. Not even himself. It doesn't mean that he's in love with the idea he created of you—god, no. He's in love with everything about you, good and bad.

So, seeing you with someone who hasn't properly learned how to love you? It gives Dick an unpleasant feeling. They don't seem to be that bad, but for you to be with them? You're too special for that.

The audacity to even bring you on a date in his turf is just beyond him. Everyone knows Nightwing is the protector of Blüdhaven, and they still brought you here. There were other places—better ones that he'd think of to take you. Anywhere else but here.

Throughout the time he's spent with you, Dick knows you like the back of his hand. He's got you memorized down to the way you'd cover your mouth while you laugh if you found it boring like you're doing now. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, thinking that you've never faked your laugh with him before, so why bother staying with this annoying, boring piece of sh—okay, Dick, calm down.

You joke around with your date until you both enter a restaurant. Dick stands outside of the chosen restaurant this time after a few minutes had passed. Dick can't even mask the displeasure on his face. Is this another one of Fate's jokes, because why this one? This blind date of yours must be truly blind for picking the worst places to take you in.

You hated this one as well. You didn't like the customer service and the way they made your pasta soggy. Dick was practically pulling on his face from the irritation your date's decisions bring. He was more irritated that you didn't seem to mind. How can you sit there, across from your date, looking so pretty and happy as if you didn't tell Dick that you never wanted to go back here?

He interrupts the incoming waiter, "Table for one. I prefer that spot behind those two lovely couples over there." Dick didn't wait for them to respond. There was nobody using that table, and he has the liberty to choose where he sits. The server didn't even interfere with his demands—Dick's face was unpaintable with his overwhelming rage bubbling inside of him.

Dick uses the menu to hide his face, purposely sitting behind you to perfectly conceal himself. His ears perked up with every fake laugh you gave your acquaintance—he decided just now that they weren't even worthy to be called your date at this point. He dislikes how cheesy their jokes are. Those jokes are second-rate when it comes to his puns that you genuinely laugh at. He can't even count how many times he has rolled his eyes today.

The servers interrupted their fake stand-up comedy, coming in just in time to save Dick and you from hearing any more jokes. Dick's server had also arrived at his table at the same time. He stole a glance at where you pointed, realizing it's the same one you ordered last time you were here with him.

"I'll have this, thank you." He hands his menu over. Before they could leave his table, Dick stopped them. "Can you make them chewy but not soggy? That's what sh—I like." Smoothly covering his words up.

The waiter left just in time for Dick to listen in again. You guys weren't laughing anymore, you just intently listened to them. His face sours again. When you're with him, you're talkative. Contrary to the cold and mature vibe you show off on TV, you were completely different around him. How he loved hearing you talk and talk about things he doesn't know about. Dick always made sure to research it after.

"Have you dated before?" Their question takes you both aback. A nostalgic feeling from days ago is brought up again. Another simple yet difficult question was thrown your way.

Even if you had your back turned on Dick, he had a feeling you had the same look as you did back then. Lost and unsure, but you already have an answer inside. Just too scared to say it without sugarcoating it.

"No, I haven't." Dick hears a smile from your voice, doing its best to sound soft and unhurt. His heart twitching at your words. He feels sorry, but he can't place why.

"I'm surprised a woman like you hasn't dated before. Are the people around you blind or just outright cowards?" Dick mustered up a nasty side-eye to give your acquaintance. He was mad because he got hit by an imaginary arrow.

"I suppose it's both?" You laugh awkwardly. An image of Dick pops up in your mind again. He's been showing up in your thoughts nonstop ever since you went out on this blind date.

Meanwhile, the guy in question can't help but feel bad about himself for making you feel like you're unwanted. It wasn't that people were blind enough to not appreciate you but rather the latter. There was this air around you that made people assume that you were already promised to someone. He even argued with Wally once or several times because the poor boy also liked you.

"Well... have you ever loved anyone?" Now this was a question Dick was also curious about.

He stayed tense in his seat, anxiously waiting for your answer.

"I have, of course. But I'm just not the girl of his dreams." You spare another laugh, a sad-sounding one that the two people fawning over you in this room felt bad for hearing your answer.

"How so? Have you ever tried telling him your feelings?"

"I have. But before I got to, he—"

The server interrupts another crucial time that Dick can't stop a groan from escaping his lips. It naturally garnered attention, he hid himself by pretending to pick something up before you could even see him.

Am I going crazy, or did I just hear Dick? You shrug it off, no way he's here.

Dick returned to his seat when you looked away, his order already waiting on his table. The dry chuckle you let out caught his attention, then it went to the dish in front of you. It looked like the same soggy noodles they served last time.

He quickly raised his hand for assistance.

"I'm sorry, you must've switched my plates with that dear lady over there."

"Pardon? But this is—"

"Trust me on this one." Dick had no room for arguments, he carefully picked his plate up and handed it over to the server. He watched as he explained the switcheroo.

You look at the server in confusion. How could the plates be switched when it's the same dish? The server whispers at you to look at the man behind you. You were expecting a fifty-year-old man who had a thing for soggy pasta.

Long story short, it wasn't. You locked gazes with Dick Fucking Grayson. How long had he been here?

Dick curses under his breath. He did not see that coming. That server is such a snitch. For doing his job and looking after the safety of their customers. You were right, customer service does suck here.

Perhaps he was grateful for your personality that disliked scenes in public. Because deep down, he was scared shitless at what you would do if you weren't that kind of person. You knew better than to confront him now, as there was always a later.

"It's okay, I'll take this. Thank you." Having known who it is, it makes you less worried about being poisoned. You were about to dig in when you noticed the consistency of the noodles. From sight alone, you knew that it was cooked the way you liked it. When you compare it to the old dish, this was definitely better.

"Are you okay? Here, have some tissues." Your date hands over some tissues, worry laced in their face. Huh, you were crying without knowing it. And it's because of the same person again. This asshole just knows you to the bone. He understands and respects every part of you in his mind.

Why is Dick acting like this when you decide to go on a date to forget him? To remind yourself that there were more people out there. The only thing you've realized is that there are more people out there, but none of them will ever be him.

Your heart still wants Dick Grayson.

"I'm sorry. You're a great person, really. I can't do this to you when I love someone else." You try to sound fine. Although it was already too late, with the tears making you choke on your sobs. They let you go, understanding how you felt. With a smile from them, you gave them your gratitude.

"Here's my half. Thank you for taking me out today." And with that, you hurriedly exit out of the restaurant.

Dick saw you leave without looking back. This is it, you're running away again. He also put his payment on his own table and was about to exit the vicinity when he took the money you left on your own table with him.

"Don't let her pay. You troubled her enough." He rolls his eyes at your acquaintance before leaving entirely.

Dick calls out your name as soon as he is out of the restaurant. It gathered attention from passersby, but he couldn't care less.

He made a promise to the wind, to the sky, to the gods, to fate, that this will be his last chance to have you. If he lets you go now, he'll regret it forever. He also wants to know what you were about to say earlier. Agh—he has a lot of questions.

He gets on his motorcycle, driving as fast as he can to each block you may have gone to. Fuck—just where were you? Dick composes himself and looks at the radar on his bike. What nearby places could you have run off t—The pier! Yes! If you wanted to clear your head, the pier was one of the places you'd go to.

Thank God he had a motorcycle with him, he could already see your figure slipping through those wooden stairs to reach the secret spot you shared with him. It makes everything easier. He carefully threaded through the hollow woods, surprisingly still standing after all these years. It makes creaks, alerting you that he was here. Who else could know about this, anyways?

This spot had a clear view of the ocean and granted you both some solitude. It was the perfect place to talk.

"Why'd you leave your... date? They seemed lovely." You knew he was lying when he gritted his teeth to compliment them. Despite feeling down, you still had the energy to laugh and smile at Dick. Like you had a spare set of batteries made just for him.

"Some Dick was following me the whole time. That's why."

"You're lucky a Dick was following you, not a pussy like that date of yours." Dick cringed at his own joke, but the sound of your laughter eased him.

You both knew it wasn't the reason, though. That's why he's patiently waiting for you to speak again.

"I'm sure you heard it, Mr.Cleans-his-ear-a-lot. Don't ask me why." You roll your eyes at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

"Sooo... you love someone else. Great. Who are they?" He had no time to waste. Dick prepared himself for your answer. What he didn't expect was that your face turned even more displeased.

Dick really is a dick. He sounds like a friend. But it isn't what you want. With the way he worded it, he sounded unaffected that you love someone else that's not him. That realization hurts you all the more.

"How can you be this dense when you know me so well, Dick?" Your voice cracks as you question him, glaring at him through your tears. For once you don't make it look like you were this strong superhero that he can always rely on. You wanted him to look at you like a woman that cracks at love's painful conquests too.

"I even went on this stupid date just to move on"

"You did?" For me?

"I did." For you.

For once, Dick doesn't know what to answer you. He always had something reserved for you but not this time. He didn't anticipate this happening. It all dawns on him right at this moment.

"I tried telling you thirteen years ago but you left me alone with no answers. You just left me there—didn't even let me finish what I was saying. That time, I felt so unbearable that even you decided to leave when I told you I love you."

Dick feels his stomach churn in guilt. He had no idea. He was too scared to confront his own insecurities, so he ended up hurting you in the process. This whole time, for more than a decade, you could've been together if he just faced you like a man. But sadly, he was just a boy back then.

"I'm sorry—" Your name sounded like a plea for forgiveness. "I was too scared back then. I freaked out. The thought of you loving me back was nothing more than a dream for me back then." You felt his muscular body holding you close to him, so tight that you felt the thump of his heart in your ear.

"Even just seeing you near that idiot earlier made me frustrated at myself because why did I wait this long until someone had the chance to take you out on a date before me?" Your hair feels wet. 

"Just to think that someone you met today already did the things I've always wanted to do with you made me realize how much of a coward I still am when it comes to you." You look up at him. He is crying.

Your hands pull him down to your level, fingers working their way up to his face, cradling him like a precious jewel. His cheek felt hot against your palm despite the flowing tears dripping down from his eyes.

"I hated how they took you to those places you hate here in Blüdhaven. Did they even realize it? They didn't know you like I do, and yet... fuck. I'm so mad at myself." He snuggles up to your palm more, chasing the comfort it brings. "Tell me, do I deserve your love even when I'm like this?" A coward, insecure, and beyond fixation.

Dick looks into your glossy eyes. Its softness still remained after all that he said. You still looked at him the same, nothing has changed except that the warmth in your eyes was a flame that he could clearly see now. His insecurity has completely blinded him from seeing the good things.

You pull his head closer to plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. Your fingers thread his hair back, smiling down at him with tears streaming down your own face.

"You've always been deserving of it. How could you not?" You plant another kiss on the tip of his right eyebrow. "And they didn't pick it, I did." You laugh a little when you share the truth before pressing your lips on his other eyebrow.

"In the end, I still subconsciously picked you. I picked it because it reminded me of you, no matter how much I hate those fuck-ass 1-star businesses of theirs." More tears flow out of you as you kiss his nose.

"It didn't matter that the drinks tasted like shit or if the pasta was soggy. I still loved it because I was with you, Dick. You're capable of making me love things I thought I wouldn't." You kiss his tears away.

Memories flash on your mind as you speak—every single one had Dick in it.

"How can I not love you when you made me feel seen?"

You remember how he'd always include you in a conversation whenever he caught up with old friends in the street. Dick introduced you proudly to his friends.

He'd talk about how amazing you are instead of talking about how he's been. As much as you were flattered by it, you felt embarrassed that he shared about you more than his life.

"But you're a part of my life, aren't you?"

"How can I not love you when you've always heard me?"

The meeting was turning into a mess. It happened when you were just new to the team and Batman had already appointed you a big role in the next mission.

Seeing as you were new, it was difficult to communicate with the team, especially when it was such a crucial mission that made everyone clash with their beliefs.

But Dick was different, even when you weren't saying anything, he suddenly yelled.

"Wow! That's a great idea. What do you suppose on doing when—" And he just kept going and going until they all eventually listened to you.

"Think about everything, Dick. You make everything a reason for me to love you." The speechless look on his face had you leaning in, it felt right to.

"May I?" You ask for permission. It didn't take long for you to feel his lips against yours. Nothing in your life has felt right other than this.

You were both a tearful mess, but you couldn't care less. Fifteen years of waiting has come to this. It felt intense and gratifying to have you after years of yearning for one another. Dick kissed you passionately, stealing and giving air—back and forth.

He'll take whatever he had just for this kiss to be endless. A few minutes wouldn't be enough, this was basically half of his lifetime. Best believe that he's already thinking about spending the other half with you already.

Dick wouldn't have let go of you if he didn't feel your hands tapping his back. He broke the kiss with a pop, lips already swollen with the ferocity of your first kiss. You both desperately gasp for air, breathing heavily with love adorned in your eyes.

"Breathe enough?"

"Y—"

That one syllable was enough for him to smash his lips against yours again. Dick needed this—You needed this. He kissed you like he'll lose you again. He smiles when he feels you reciprocate the same energy back.

It was evident that this is what happens to two hopeless people when they realize it after fifteen long years, it burst like a dam, now they're drowning in each other. They'll even be thankful if they did.

Dick was thankful that fate didn't make a joke of them this time. Maybe it had enough of seeing both of you fighting hard against what was written in its notebook of destiny. He was content knowing you both broke free from his threads and had the liberty to write your own ending.

He's sitting here with you in his arms, just the two of you and the ocean. It's crazy to think that fifteen years ago, you both sat here making guesses about the future, goof around, eating the stolen food from the fridge. Those were all good times.

Talking until Bruce even sent out police forces to find the two of you. You didn't realize the moon had risen from its slumber because of how distracted you both were with each other. That's how enamored you've been, to the point where everything feels like a fantasy. It really was just you and him from the start.

Despite all of the misunderstandings and heartache, you're both finally here. A smile on each other's faces, sharing a look that you both shared the same thoughts.

I wish I knew you wanted me—sooner.

Extra scene!

You leave your secret place in the pier hand in hand. A big smile adorning your faces. Man, it felt good to have each other.

At the distance, Dick saw a familiar man. It was the server from that 1 star restaurant.

"Wassup, buddy. End of your shift already?"

"There he is, officer, it's this man right here."

Within a second, Dick was in handcuffs. You both stared at the waiter with wide eyes. You scramble around Dick and the officers escorting him. "What the hell? He didn't even do anything, let him go." You glared at the men in duty who flinched a little bit.

"Uhm, excuse me? He robbed you and you don't care?" The waiter sassily judges you. "He what?!" Your hands were immediately on his shoulders, shaking him to get more answers.

"He stole that money you left on the table and ran away." He looks at you deadpan.

"DICK, WHAT THE FUCK?"

"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO 50/50 WITH THAT LOSER."

[codnasties]

Can we get maybe wedding night 141 links?? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

141 wedding night 🧼👻🧢🚬 (🌽 link)

ghost👻 - soft

on your wedding night, ghost lets you take the lead. it's something he doesn't tend to do as a consequence of past trauma. but for fuck's sake, it's your special day too and he wants to make sure that it's exceptional. a little extra gift, a bit of himself that he hadn't given you before.

so he tells you to use his cock however you like. having you look all pretty on top of him, the sun that shines though the curtains making you look angelical. keeping you close to him, kissing you deeply as he gives you the last bit of himself, giving himself in body and soul. making continuous eye contact as you ride his big dick, your hips lowering and lifting from it in sensual motions. making sure that he spills his seed inside of you, as an offering to him, some form of showing trust back to him.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

soap 🧼 - panties stay on

on your wedding night, soap made sure your panties sayed on. the taset of expensive alcohol still on his tongue, but soon going to be mixed with your arousal. because as tipsy as he may be, he still knows what he wants, especially from you.

he had known the whole tim you were wearing some lace panties under your gown, the ones he loves so much - and has stolen a few of when he was going to be deployed -. and his suspicions had been confirmed when you pulled his hand under your dress while sitting at your table in the reception. looking like loving birds to everyone, but johnny was already plotting in his mind. one he had you in the bedroo, sliding his hand under them to finger your wet cunt and pulling them to the side to fuck you. but they stay on. he may even keep those to himself as a wedding gift of sorts.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

gaz 🧢 - impatient

on your wedding night, gaz doesn't even get to take your dress off. the second he saw you laking down the aile, wearing your pure white dress, he couldn't hold back the tears. the excitement of marrying the love of his life taking over. but as the night progressed, that turned into him knowing he had to fuck you in said dress.

the soft material of it brushing against his skin as he takes your pussy from the back. the skirt bunched up on your waist as he fucks you with the intention of marking you as his, as if the ring on your finger weren't enough. cumming deeply inside of you and making you put your panties back on. returning to the reception with his pearly cum, a colour that combines with your dress, pooling in your lace panties and soiling your poor cunt even more.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

price 🚬 - straight to breeding

on your wedding night, price can no longer hold back. there is a little worm in his brain that's been slowly craving more space for itself in his mind about getting you pregnant. because not only would you look so good with a full belly bearing his spring, he craves to see you with said child proped on your full hips.

he knew you wanted to wait until marriage before starting to try for children, and he's been thinking about putting a baby and seeing you pregnant in you since he asked you out. like full-on planning what colour the nursery is going to be and all that. so yes, on your wedding day he just goes straight into breeding you, getting you all full with his cum until it takes. until your poor pussy can take no more. i wouldn't be surprised if more or less nine months latter you had your first kid.

[turtleshelf]

Fun fic prompt that has been plauging me for like a month that I will either end up writing or will fizzle out:

Contrary to popular belief, Superman and Wonder Woman weren't the first JL members to learn Batman's secret identity... it wasn’t even Martin Manhunter. To the shock of everyone who learns this, and they themselves when it happened, it was Flash and Green Arrow.

It went like this: Dick wanted friends. Really he needed a support system that knew him in and out of the mask. Because Bruce and Alfred? They're great, but there are just some things a pre teen/young teen wants to talk to kids his own age about. And sure he has friends at school, but there's a disproportionately large portion of his life that he has to keep hidden that makes it hard for him to get close with people who don't know.

So it's takes some comments from Dick about how cool he thinks Kid Flash and Speedy are, and probably some needling from Alfred too, but for the sake of his sons general well-being and development Bruce calls Barry and Oliver to the Cave one day and drops the bombshell that is his secret identity on them.

This leads to some funny situations as Regular Guy Barry Allen starts being seen hanging out with two billionaires he has no reason at all to know. Bruce lightens up on the two just a little bit in the League, and is generally more friendly towards them. Flash and Green Arrow start to get much better at different fighting styles and stealth that they have never used previously.

It drives the rest of the JL crazy trying to subtly figure out what is happening.

[chelseeebe]

bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

���you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.

[evie-sturns]

ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: matts been so busy with his filming schedule, that when he comes home you're basically begging for his touch for almost an hour, he finally gives in.

contains: smut, fingering, needy reader, softdom!Matt, swearing, small argument, crying.

--------------------└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘----------———

matt and I have been dating for almost a year, and in the past few months, he's been so busy to the point where I've just been hanging out at his house during the day, today is one of those days. I've been touch-deprived bed rotting in Matt's room.

the front door unlocks with a bang from downstairs, i sit up in matts bed, the blankets slowly falling off my chest. "matt!?" i call out, rubbing my face.

"hey baby", matt says while walking into the room, his voice is low and croaky. he doesnt even look my way as he slumps down on his desk chair.

he throws on his headphones, instantly starting to edit the Wednesday video.

"for fucks sake." i groan quietly, throwing my head back down into the pillows.

"matt." i whine, he looks over his shoulder at me "mm?" he says, his long fingers resting on the keyboard.

"i need you.." i say, maintaining eye contact with him.

he nods, turning back around to his computer, starting to edit again.

its not even been 10 minutes before my mouth is opening again.

"matthew."

"sweetheart what is it."he says, pulling his headphones off and spinning his chair back around to face the bed.

i pout my lips, "please come here, you can edit tommorow."

"i told you it'll be a while, i know your upset but this is very important." he says in a tone that reminds me of my childhood, hes acting like my dad.

"so more important than me then hm?" i roll my eyes.

"don't be silly." he replies.

-

45 minutes later

11:29pm

i've been laying in matts sheet for almost an hour while hes been editing, hes stopped replying to me everytime i say his name now.

i let out a dramatic sigh, which of course matt pays no attention to.

"for fucks sake matt!" i raise my voice, sitting up in bed.

"what. literally what." he says, slamming his headphones down into the desk.

"look, should i even be here? should i even be with you? you've quite literally payed no attention to me for like 3 months?! am i just a fuck toy now or what."

his eyes widen "oh please." he scoffs in disbelief, he head shaking in shock.

i stay silent, i need to have a proper conversation with him for once.

he powers off his computer before standing up abrubtly. he almost stomps over to the bed before laying down next to me. "happy?" he asks, his voice monotone.

"no, im fucking not matt." i say, my voice breaking followed by a sob.

i see matts head snap round to look at me, his eyes squinting.

"are you crying- shit.. wait."

i hide my face in my hands while matt sits up, he lets out a shaky breath.

"oh fuck no please don't cry" he says, placing a hand on the side of my face. "look at me, look at me y/n." matt says sternly.

i slowly peel my hands away from my face, tears now streaming down my cheeks. matts face is painted with guilt and concern.

"sit up." he says, which i do.

he grabs both sides of my face

"i love you so fucking much, you know that." matt says softly, staring into my eyes.

i shake my head "i'm not sure i know that anymore." i sniff.

matts jaw drops slightly, a silence filling the room.

"no, no nope. please don't ever say that." he starts.

"i am insanely grateful for you, work has been piling up like crazy and i know, i know i haven't had time for other people but once i get my yesterday's problem launched everything will be calm."

i hear the front door open from downstairs, chris and nicks chatter getting louder as they walk upstairs, but matt doesn't even bat an eye as he keeps rambling on.

"you're my favorite person ever, and i know i've been a proper dick these past weeks, but tommorow i have a day off, and if you would want we could go out, or-.. just lay here the whole day i really dont mind."

i wipe my eyes, leaning foward and grabbing matts jaw, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

we both pull away to catch our breath "can i do anything for you right now? to make you feel better.." matt says gentley, playing with my hair.

i nod, "just one thing.."

he nods, "yeah?" he smiles sweetly at me.

"i don't wanna say itt.." i say, my cheeks turning red

he lets out a small laugh, “it can’t be that bad"

i grab his hand, rings decorating his pinky finger, his pointer and his thumb.

i push down all of his fingers execpt for two, the ring finger and middle finger.

matt nods understandingly “yeah?”

“yeah..” i say back.

“you’ve got to tell me with your words gorgeous.”

“i need your fingers.” i reply

“where do you need them?” he teases back.

“in.. me?”

“there you go.” matt says, a smile spread across his face.

i lay back down in the sheets, peeling my shirt off my body. matt lays down too, “can you lay on your side for me?” he says, which i do.

he turns onto his side aswell, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards his body, my bare back pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt covering his torso.

he spoons me as his hand, which is decorated in rings, snakes round to the waist band of my pyjama shorts.

i feel his chest rise and fall against my back as his hand slowly pulls down the shorts to my knees.

matt traces random shapes up the inside of my thigh, slowly getting towards where i need him most.

a pathetic moan escapes my mouth as the cold metal of his ring grazes past my hole.

i haven’t been touched in so long that the smallest touch is embarrassingly driving me crazy.

“please.” i groan out, earning a small chuckle from matt into the back of my hair.

i look down at matts hand, which is resting on my pelvic bone.

"matt please-" i start but he cuts me off "i know, can you be nice and quiet for me? chris and nick are across the hall."

i nod "yes- yeah" i instantly reply.

his two fingers dip down to my clit, he rubs it slowly, barely applying pressure.

his elbow rests on my hip as his fingers pick up the pace, i feel matts breaths from behind me as i reverse back into him more, my back and ass fully pressed against matts chest and crotch.

i feel one of his fingers push against my entrance before he presses fully inside of me, his long finger filling me up. "fuck.." i say softly.

the feeling from matt ive been craving all day is turning me into a moaning mess.

he quickly adds his second finger, curling both of them inside of me. i grip the bedsheets in front of me as he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

i slam a hand over my mouth as i feel the knot in my stomach build up.

the fact i have to be quiet is making this 10 times hotter due to the fact matt usually lets me be as loud as i need to be, which is always loud.

"god 'feel so good around my fingers." matt says, his voice hoarse from behind me.

that'll do it

the knot in my stomach snaps, my hand thats on my mouth falls down into the mattress, gripping the sheets, "fuck matt oh my god!" i scream out, clenching around his fingers.

i feel matts breaths hitch against my back, he instantly pulls his fingers out of me and covers my mouth. "shh, shush" he laughs slightly.

i catch my breath slowly as matts hands keep on my mouth.

i roll over onto my back, matts still laying on his side.

"gross" i smile, "oh shit- yeah." matt says, taking the hand which was just inside me off my mouth.

i cuddle up next to him "thank you" i whisper as i pull up the blankets.

"no- no thank you for forgiving me" he says, rubbing my arms softly.

my eyelids feel heavy, somehow tired after doing nothing all day. matts tense underneath me, i assume hes just mad at himself about earlier but then the realization hits me that hes just fingered me for a few minutes without getting anything back.

"matt" i say, sitting up and pulling the blankets down. "what?" matt says, running a hand through his hair.

i point to his sweatpants, that have a very obvious tent.

"you're hard! why didn't you tell me i could've helped?" i say, reaching for his waistband.

matt grabs my wrist, stopping me "no- no its okay, i don't want you to have to do anything for me after i've been shitty to you."

"thats gotta hurt matt cmon, its okay." i laugh slightly, resisting matts grip on my wrist.

"no, no go to sleep sweetheart it'll go away in like 5 minutes." he says with a smile, pulling the blanket back up over us and playing with my hair.

i sigh "are you sure, i dont mind helping-" he cuts me off "im sure, get some rest."

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10 minutes later.

i sit up in bed after hearing the bathroom door slam shut. matts no longer next to me.

my eyebrows scrunch as i stand up out of bed, stumbling over to the bedroom door and opening it.

i walk down the corrider to nicks room, i open it to find him fast asleep with chris on their beanbag.

i shut their door, walking over to the bathroom door.

i slowly push it open to find matt standing over the toilet, his eyes shut and head thrown back as he repetedy runs his ringed hand up and down his length quickly.

"oh-"

matts eyes open and his head swings round to look at me "what are you doing!" he says, frantically pulling up his sweatpants.

"im sorry im sorry!" i say, slamming the bathroom door shut.

i hear the water run before matt walks out of the bathroom only a few seconds later, his cheeks are a deep red and he has small droplets of sweat on his forehead.

he smiles at me awkwardly but i instantly grab his shoulders and spin him round.

"matthew go finish up in there, you've been hard for almost half an hour."

"o-okay yep thank you." he replies instantly, speed-walking back into the bathroom eagerly, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Love your DC content!! Can you write something olderbf bruce becoming a parent with younger reader? Or bestfriend jason finding out reader is dating dick?

Thank you 💜

Omg absolutely!! Tysm for the request and I definitely want to write the one for Jason at some point in the future, buttt for now, because its 2 AM, you'll get some OlderBF! Bruce :)

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne Becoming a Parent

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who finds out that you're pregnant before you even know. To be fair, it didn't take the world's greatest detective to notice the menstrual products in your master bathroom that haven't been touched in the past two months or so.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who makes you feel silly for ever being nervous about telling him that you're pregnant, even though he's freaking out a little on the inside.

Your day was long. Long enough that your back had been aching and your feet and ankles were sore. Hell, you could barely keep your eyes open while standing, how the hell could you exoect yourself to stay awake while laying down on one of the lavish couches in Wayne Manor's library? But, in the blink of an eye (literally), you were awoken by Bruce carefully taking off your shoes. Had you really just passed out on the spot? Pregnancy symptoms must've been hitting you a little harder than you thought...

"Any morning sickness today?" He asks casually as he finishes taking off your other shoe before pressing a kiss to your knee.

"No... It's been alright." You answer without thinking too much about the question. But after a few moments of relishing in the heavenly feeling of Bruce rubbing your swollen feet, the question clicks. "Wait, I can explain-"

"And so can the pads and tampons in the bathroom that haven't been used in two months." He answers before you can finish, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the rainy Gotham weather. "Were you going to tell me?" Bruce asks as he continues his minstrations on your sore feet, his thumbs pressing into your aching arches.

"Of course I was." You answer without hesitation, because you knew you could never keep a secret from Bruce for too long. He was far too observant for that. Yet another difference between him and the younger guys you've dated. "I just couldn't find a good time."

"Look at me, sweetheart." His voice is soft as he tilts your chin towards him, gently stroking your jaw in such a soothing manner that you may just fall asleep again. "Any time is a good time to talk to me about something like this, alright? I don't care how many work meetings I have or how late it is; you are always my top priority."

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who doesn't expect you to keep the baby, nor does he let you go through making a decision on your own. By the time you hit your third month, the two of you had talked maybe three to four times about what would be best for you, because you are the most important person in his life.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who is immediately at your side for every will and command from that moment on. He knows that this is your first child and just how hard the pregnancy will be on your body, so he refuses to risk anything. You need water? He's already there with a glass and small snack for you. You need to use the bathroom on one of the rare nights that he's home? He's already helping you out of bed and giving you long, tired hugs as soon as you stand before leading you to the master bathroom.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who starts taking a few more nights off whenever he can from his patrols just to be there for you and the tiny life inside your womb. He trusts that Dick can handle Gotham for a few nights on his own every once in a while, for your sake.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who still hasn't told you about his double life as a vigilante, but finally starts considering it. As soon as he started looking at rings, he knew he'd have to come clean eventually. He needed you in his life far more than he thought he'd ever need anyone or anything.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who doesn't let the paparazzi near you at all throughout your pregnancy. In fact, he's tried to keep you inside as much as possible to avoid them, since the two of you never made a public announcement. It was for your safety as much as it was for his sanity.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who is right there as soon as the contractions start (after his initial shock and internal panic attack). He doesn't leave your side for a moment, not even when he's certain you've fractured something in his hand from how hard you're gripping it.

There was almost a swarm of motion around you in the private hospital room you were set up in. Your contractions were coming in strong, and so was your grip on Bruce's hand. "Bruce, I can't do this," well, its a little late for that, "it's too much." You're practically sobbing at this point as you feel the foreboding pressure of an oncoming attraction in your uterus.

"Yes, you can." Bruce is sitting in a chair right next to your bed, the guardrail down while he has one arm around your shoulders and his free hand being crushed by your grip. "I'm right here. You've already made it this far, sweetheart."

And, for a moment, you almost believe him. Until another contraction comes rattling through your body, this one far stronger than the rest you've experienced. "I cant, I can't, I can't, I can't." Is all you can cry out in utter agony, your knuckles turned white as you grip Bruce's hand.

"Do you have any idea how close you are to being done?" He asks as he gently rubs your shoulder, trying not to show just how painful your grip on his hand is. "Five more minutes, alright? Five more minutes of suffering for a lifetime of happiness. Do you think you can handle that for me, sweetheart?"

And, despite your body feeling like its burning and being torn in half, you nod. In what feels like mere moments later, the sound of shrilling cries fill the delivery room. Bruce swears it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who, for the first time in literal years, cries while holding your infant. His face is red, cheeks are tear-stained, and his beautiful blue eyes are puffy and watery: the same beautiful blue eyes that your baby has.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who is pampering you in affection and attention for the entire time you're in the hospital. Every single craving you've had but couldn't satisfy for the past nine months, he already has brought to you in bed.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who, when the baby is taken by nurses for examinations a day or two after the birth, shows you a ring. A beautiful, beautiful ring that fits your left hand perfectly and shimmers in the bright hospital lights. Your engagement ring.

OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who has a private, simple wedding with you, Alfred, his adoptive children, and your beautiful newborn. The press was too risky to deal with for a public wedding, and Bruce wanted those special moments to just be for your family, not for the media's prying eyes.

OlderHusband! Bruce Wayne who is there for as many milestones as he can be. First steps? He's got the camera. Their first words? "Dada." Their baby teeth coming in? He's already bought those little tooth-shaped containers for when they fall out in a couple of years.

OlderHusband! Bruce Wayne who always knew it was you. You were the best thing to have ever happened in his life, and he refused to mess that up. He knew that, eventually, he would have to tell you about his double life as the Caped Crusader, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

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Planned Fanfics !

ft. platonic/ yandere batfam, superfam, villains, au's & many more!

— Disclaimer! This contains massive spoilers and all my plans for future works that I'll soon publish. This is posted because I wish to update my readers upon the contents of what I'm working to write and for them to leave inputs and whatnot. Sorry for the delays and all, life is hectic and as much as I love writing, I also have a life outside of this site sadly. By the way, this is not even half of my drafts and if anyone is interested in the things written beneath here, then please do tell!

To Be His Child is All I want (A&A, Chapter 5): Confronting Jason, one of your brothers who played a role in neglecting you, and being partly the reason why you ventured out the manor to seek love, away from the unhealthy environment, was no easy task. Back and forths with him, and reasoning why you don't wish to return back 'home' only poured fire into the flames of your already aching heart, as you scream about only wishing to be loved by even a fraction of the compassion Bruce feels for all his other children was all you needed to feel happy in life. It was enough to leave Jason breathless, muddled with emotions he couldn't quite grasp.

As you drown in a seamless fit of arguing and sobbing into the arms of your brother, the manor holds a meeting regarding your sudden disappearance. Bruce is promptly disappointed at Jason's absence; the others are just as intrigued with Dick and Damian's urgency to find you. Yet all are unbeknownst to your plans of escape, and most especially to a certain Kryptonian's scheme to have you in his arms all for himself.

Family Dinner (A&A): Silly, old you can't seem to stomach the fact that they're all looking at you now at the elongated table when months ago you were a mere ghost in their eyes whilst they chatter happily amongst each other. Unfamiliar with how communicating with a family who estranged you works; you end up having a panic attack in the middle of dinner when Damian attempted to hug you.

To Love and To Cherish (Random): Bruce Wayne loves his spouse and everything about them. They're everything desirable in his eyes and he couldn't help the urges that keeps him running back to you every time he patrols to ensure not only the safety of Gotham, but for the sake of his growing plans to fully integrate you as a full-time house spouse. The problem Bruce faces, though, is that he's not actually married to you, yet, and you're unaware of his prying eyes on your form as you live alone in your shabby apartment.

Flowers on My Grave (A&A, Hanahaki AU): Flowers don't only bloom inside your lungs when you're rejected by someone you love romantically, they can also manifest through platonic love unrequited. Vomiting a bouquet of yellow carnations and an arraw of purple and blue hyacinths, you set to sever the bond of love you once felt for them once and for all.

Cold House, Lone Spouse (Loving Family, Unpalatable Desire): You come home from Clark's farm to sleep in your own room to make sure nobody suspects a thing; expecting to power through the pain of loneliness in your room. But you end up waking up to Bruce's body pressed against your back and his arms caging you, unrelenting in its pursuit to make sure you never seek out another man's hold again.

Once Your Son, Always Your Son (Loving Family, Unpalatable Desire): Your routine with your beloved son, Jon, leaves nothing else to be desired as you set about your usual nightly schedule of helping him clean up, fix his bed, and read him bedtime stories— something you've grown accustomed to love naturally as being a parent does. But when Damian comes to visit you once Jon falls asleep, he enviously demands you do the same to him and to return to the manor where a better family is waiting for you.

The Confrontation (Loving Family Unpalatable Desire): Clark's night with you always ends up with him hovering above your body, kissing all the exposed parts of your skin, and worshipping your body which lays upon his bed every night. It's the perfect fantasy, yet it's promptly shattered when he sees the familiar silhouette of his comrade, clad in all black, demanding that Clark returns his spouse back in his arms; as if he's not the very same man who left you all alone that night at the gala, available for taking.

A Father's Strange Case of Gift Giving (A&A): To make it up to you, Bruce tries to spoil you rotten with a bottomless allowance and unrestricted access to all his credit cards. Even a mansion built on your name is built as one of the family's vacation houses. One unsettling fact, though, is Bruce's proficiency of capturing every detail of all things you prefer in such a short span of time after kidnapping you. (i.e. You're unaware of the cameras planted in every corner of your room trying to capture the things that makes you smile).

Mind Games and Mind Control (Brutus): What if it were The Riddler and Scarecrow who saved you from nearly dying? With your emotional reception, and both their wits, you end up stirring more trouble for Gotham's vigilantes. But during times where you've nothing to do but watch as both villains enact upon their master plans, itching to satisfy the ache of bloodlust coursing through your veins, you start to notice the abrupt bouts of energy they exert upon tormenting whoever stares at you (sitting comfortably on a cushioned couch, treated like royalty no less) or talks behind your back— crazed for your words of approval and praise as if it's not them who are capable enough of controlling you instead.

The Powered, and the Powerless (Random, Romantic Batfam): During the night, they are your city's saviors, the light that shines bright on darkness, the hope that never wavers through moments of fear. Daytime, meanwhile, they're portrayed as a rich, socialite family who donate millions on charity and everything that promotes good costs. Power comes to them naturally, and praise is served to most of them in a silver platter for all their hard work. You can even say their status is akin to that of Gods, except you don't think of them the same way others do; choosing to utilize your immense knowledge of internet safety to publish articles and conspiracies pertaining to each member of the Wayne family through anonymous forums. Yet all this results in their interest in your secret identity.

Fate Unwanted (Random, Soulmate AU): You're a simple person living on the outskirts of an unnamed town on the boundaries of Gotham. Curious on why your parents are protective of you, forcing you to live with countless of strick rules written boldly on paper and plastered on the front of your refrigerator, and why you just can't seem to produce or perceive any soulmate bond; you set out on a mission to find the mysteries of your unmarked soul. Little did you know that the strangers you stumble upon who chose to assist you on your journey, all from every city and every known state, have found their soulmate that they're unwilling to share.

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Falling Apart & Torn at the Seams [2/5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

warnings/tags: 18+; pregnant!Reader, angst with an eventual happy/hopeful ending, emotional hurt, threat to abort (because it's Clay), angry Jax, Clay being Clay

a/n: Thank y'all so much for the love on the first part of this! This one is even angstier than the last, and for those who missed my edit, I'm now thinking this is at least four parts. Because this part hurts and so will the next one... Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Jax Teller One Shot Tag List: @kmc1989

Six hours and twenty-three minutes. That’s how long you had been pacing your apartment after Clay had left. 

You’d called Jax about fifteen times now. Sent him a handful of text messages and voicemails. You had no idea if he was busy, had gotten hurt, or was just ignoring you on purpose at this point, but you felt like you were going out of your damn mind. It was almost eleven at night now and you hadn’t heard a single thing from him. Why wasn’t he answering his phone? Because it was completely unlike him to be unreachable for this long.

Pausing in the middle of your living room, you were hit with a wave of dizziness that interrupted your anxious pacing. Closing your eyes and resting a hand against your forehead, you figured it was probably the morning sickness that you’d read about the other day. After finding out you were pregnant just four days ago, you’d spent some time figuring out what to expect about this unexpected and poorly timed pregnancy. During these past four days, you’d been debating on what the hell you were even going to do about it–whether this was something you wanted or not. It hadn’t hit you until Clay had threatened you and your unborn baby that you knew without a doubt you were keeping it. 

But after that unwelcome visit earlier, you hadn’t been able to stomach anything more than water, and even that wasn’t going down easy right now. You knew you needed to eat something–not just for your sake but the baby’s. Except every time you stepped into your kitchen and opened your fridge, all you could think about was Jax back at the clubhouse ignoring your calls. Your mind kept conjuring up images of some girl on her knees sucking his dick, or him in his bed in that dorm room, pounding away into some other girl like you didn’t exist while his phone sat discarded somewhere.

As that wave of nausea only intensified at your intrusive thoughts, your hand slid down from your forehead to cover your mouth. You wondered if you were about to actually get sick. Those unwanted images continued to run through your mind, only adding to the churning in your empty stomach. 

But Jax wouldn’t do that to you, right?  

You couldn’t stand that things had gotten to this point between you both. That you couldn’t trust Jax’s word anymore because Gemma and Clay had gotten your mind so damn twisted up over what was true and what wasn’t. Everything felt like it had started falling apart almost two months ago when Clay had started putting more club responsibility on Jax, which in turn kept him stressed and far busier than he used to be. It left him hardly any time for you.

The familiar growl of a motorcycle broke through your thoughts, your head darting towards the window of your apartment. Usually the sound was something you welcomed because it meant Jax had arrived, but now it had you on edge as you wondered if Clay or Tig had returned to make sure you’d left Charming. But as you looked out between the blinds on your living room window, you could see Jax in the dimly lit parking lot as he removed his helmet. The tension in your body didn’t ease much at the sight of him, though.  

As he climbed off of his bike, sauntering towards your apartment with his usual gait, you noticed he looked exhausted. Running a hand down his face as he approached your door, your eyes met his through your living room window. You could already see the irritation on his face with the way his jaw was set and his lips drawn into a tight, thin line, and his expression didn’t remotely change as you made eye contact through the glass. Which told you that whatever was about to happen, it was going to end in a fight.

Breaking eye contact first, you stepped across the small room and over towards your front door. Jax didn’t even bother to knock, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans when you’d pulled the door open a few seconds later. He just stood there staring at you for a long moment, his eyes running over you as if checking to see that you were fine. Then slowly, his gaze returned to your face.

“I’ve been trying to reach you all day,” you told him.

Judging by the tick in his jaw, he already knew that. Hand gripping the side of your door tighter, you braced yourself for whatever was about to happen next as that sick, uncomfortable feeling in your gut only grew worse. It was definitely not just from the pregnancy.

“Noticed that,” he answered tersely. “Called me fifteen times today, baby. Think that’s a bit of overkill, don’t you?”

You hadn’t meant to come across as annoying to him when you’d tried to reach him. The calls weren’t meant to get on his nerves, you’d just been panicked about what had happened earlier and the only person you figured you could turn to was Jax–assuming he’d even believe you about Clay. What were the odds that him and Gemma hadn’t somehow twisted things up in Jax’s mind even more, trying to convince him that whatever you tried to tell him now was just some lie to make him want to leave the Sons? To try to pit him against them all? That fear had been on your mind all evening as you’d tried to reach him, wondering if he’d even listen to you at all.

“You weren’t answering all night. I just…” 

Your words trailed off weakly as you stood there in the doorway, your mind once more conjuring up images of him with other women in his dorm room. The things Clay had told you earlier kept playing on repeat as Jax expelled a frustrated breath. Still standing just outside of your door, his hand reached up and ran through his shaggy blonde hair–a clear sign he was trying to keep his temper in check but struggling to do so.

“Been busy all damn day dealing with club bullshit,” he told you. “Was out in Oakland most of the fucking night, I wasn’t paying attention to my phone.”

You knew you shouldn’t have asked the next question that came out of your mouth, knew that it would only shove him straight into a fight with you. And there were other things you still needed to try and discuss with him–big, important things that you weren’t sure how to even begin to navigate with him. The last thing you needed right now was for him to be pissed off and shouting at you.

Yet the question still fell past your lips because you needed to know. Especially with the way his breath smelled faintly of alcohol, meaning he’d been back at the clubhouse long enough to have a drink or two before he’d even decided to stop over and see you.

“Why didn’t you call me when you got back to Charming?” you pressed. “When you saw that I’d been trying to reach you?”

“Because it’s been a long goddamn day, alright?” he immediately snapped back, his short fuse now blown. “Figured I’d try to have a few fucking drinks and relax, crash at the clubhouse for the night because it was late. But then I saw all your texts claiming you needed me, so I got back on my bike and fucking came over.” He paused for a moment, fury shining back at you in his blue eyes. “So you gonna let me in or just stand there bitching at me?”

A heavy lump felt like it was forming in your throat as you slowly stepped aside, no longer blocking the front door. Jax stepped into your apartment, closing the door after himself a bit more harshly than necessary. As your arms crossed over your chest, you already could tell this conversation wasn’t going anywhere helpful. How were you supposed to break the news that you were pregnant to him when he was like this? Especially when it felt like everything was just spiraling downwards every day between you both lately?

Maybe Clay had been right about more things than you wanted to believe.

“What the hell is going on that couldn’t wait until morning, huh?” Jax pushed. “What the fuck is so goddamn urgent that you call me fifteen times like that?” He gestured a hand at you standing before him, that rage still clear in his face. “Cause you look completely fucking fine to me, baby.”

His words and his anger were gradually taking its toll on you, especially after Clay’s visit and his threat from earlier. You knew matching his anger and frustration with your own was the wrong move, but your nerves were already so damn shot at this point.

“Oh do I?” you snapped. “You sure about that, Jax? Because Clay stopped by today. Making threats against me. Telling me that you’re blowing off steam at the clubhouse lately with the fucking croweaters, Jax!” Tears were stinging at your eyes as your hands gripped tight to the fabric of your shirt, your arms still crossed over your chest. All those images that had been running through your mind of him with other women had you suddenly losing it on him. “That why you were going to stay at the clubhouse again tonight? Instead of coming back here to me? Because you’d rather be with one of them?”

Jax scoffed back at you, his eyes narrowing as his hands balled into fists at his sides. You could see the muscle working in his cheek, aware that if you’d been someone else, he’d already have gotten in your face and laid hands on you.

“Are you fucking serious with this shit again?” he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous level as he took a sharp step towards you. “You’re accusing me of cheating on you? That what you called me over here for?” A bitter, humorless laugh fell out of him before he shook his head, but then his expression grew dark and serious as he continued. “How many goddamn times do I need to tell you that I don’t want anyone but you? That I love you. That I fucking crash at the clubhouse because Clay has been keeping me so damn busy that it’s just easier to pass out there alone at the end of the day sometimes? And yet here you are once again thinking that I’m over there buried in fucking club pussy all the damn time like I’m some fucking animal that can’t control myself!”

“You’re never here anymore, Jax!” you shot back, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “For weeks now you’re always off with the club or over at the clubhouse. You’re hard to reach or always acting like you’re annoyed with me before I’ve even said a word! Shit has been off between us for almost two months now and you know it!”

“Yeah, it definitely fucking has!” he yelled back. “Because you’re always upset about something with me!”

His chest was heaving as he stood there, a wild look in his eyes. The burn of tears only grew as you stood there in front of him in your living room, your vision slowly blurring from them. This was not how things were supposed to be between you both. This wasn’t what you wanted.

“It’s because your mom and Clay keep whispering shit into your ears, Jax,” you told him, trying to control your emotions. “And you’re letting them get to you.”

“And you–” he hissed, jabbing his index finger in your direction as his nostrils flared, “–are sitting here listening to the fucking bullshit that Clay has been spewing about me. Why the fuck do you believe him, huh? Why’re you believing him over me?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore!”

The tears had finally started spilling down your cheeks, warm, wet tracks dripping down your face. The constant fighting was wearing on you. This wasn’t how things used to be before Gemma and Clay had started meddling with your relationship.

“Obviously you believe the fucking lies, baby!” Jax roared back, his voice raising even more. “You’re over here thinking I’m fucking other women just because Clay told you I am! It’s clear what you believe!”

Lips trembling, you watched as Jax turned away from you. He stood expelling a rough breath, his hands combing through the strands of his hair in frustration again. You could see the way they were shaking with his anger as the tears still quietly fell down your face. 

“This is the same old bullshit over again,” he muttered, an edge to his voice. 

Focusing back on you, his expression hardened despite the fact that you were crying. There was no compassion on his face, only a look that you hadn’t ever seen there before, one that had your heart squirming in your chest. You didn’t like it.

“You’re acting just like Tara,” he told you, a cold look in his eyes. “Pulling the same goddamn bullshit she did when she was trying to get me to leave the club.”

“That’s not–”

“It ain’t gonna happen,” he stated, talking right over you with an unsettling calmness. “I’m not leaving the fucking club. Not for you or anyone else.”

Staring at him in shock, you watched him walk over to your apartment door. Your hands were shaking, your knees feeling weak as you stood there silently crying. That hadn’t been what you were trying to do, you’d never tried to get him to change. And that comment about you being just like Tara? It felt like an actual slap in the face.

“Jax, I–”

“Don’t call me again tonight,” he warned you, opening the door and pausing just long enough to look over at you. “You seem perfectly fucking fine, you didn’t need me.”

Lips parting in shock, you stood there feeling helpless as Jax stepped outside and yanked the door shut after himself. Eyes drifting over to the window in your apartment, you watched him walk over to where his bike had been parked. He mounted it, pulling on his helmet before bringing it to life with a vicious roar.

He’d never just stormed out on you like this before. Like he was just done with you. And you had no damn clue if he’d been at the clubhouse with someone else before coming over, or if he was heading back there now with the intention of it. All you knew as he pulled away was that you hadn’t even had a chance to tell him what had happened. He still didn’t even know that you were pregnant with his child.

Clay’s threat hung over you as a soft sob finally fell past your lips, the tears beginning to fall faster. He wanted you and the baby gone from Charming. He’d made that clear earlier. And after this fight with Jax, you had a feeling he wasn’t going to believe you at all. He’d probably think it was some lie meant to mess with his head like Tara had done. You were certain Gemma and Clay would twist it into something like that.

You were on your own.

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Red Robin Au where after Battle for the Cowl, Jason (instead of donning that ridiculous pill helmet) goes back to visit Talia and blow off some steam with the LOA; it's an effective way to do so at first, as long as he keeps Ra's at arms length and has all the Bats away from him. Except is that Timothy fucking Drake working with Ra's al Ghul.

So now Jason's like oh my god are you kidding me why is Tim here working with Ra's of all people??? Last he checked, Dick was Batman now and Tim was part of that gaggle of Robins in Gotham. Not here, in Nanda Parbat.

Tim, fresh from a splenectomy: Jason?!

Jason: What the fuck are you doing here?

Tim: ??? I could ask you the same question??

Jason: No the fuck you couldn't?? I trained with Talia and now I'm back here for a bit, and I'm not the one missing an organ right now?! Why aren't you back with Dickbat in Gotham??

Tim: Well. Let's say I'm not Robin anymore

Jason: ... Not... Robin?

Tim, scowling: Dick gave it to Damian.

Jason: Dick is Batman for like a month and already gave the traffic light leggings to a mini assassin? Nice.

Tim: Ugh

Jason: And... this was enough reason to run away and get impaled by assassins in Iraq? While working with Ra's al Ghul?

Tim: Well, not really. I need to find Bruce, and Ra's is the only one who will help me. Even if he's a freak of nature.

Jason: Bruce... are we talkin' about another Bruce or did I miss a memo? Bruce is dead, Timbo.

Tim: He's not. He's trapped in the timestream and trying to get back. And don't- don't tell me I'm going insane with grief or in denial. Laugh all you want, then leave. I don't need this shit again.

Jason: Trapped in time? Damn motherfucker can't even stay dead?

Tim: ... You believe me?

Jason: Sure. Not the craziest shit we've seen. I have a feeling you wouldn't go as far as Ra's if you were actually going off nothing. (mumbling) stealing my schtick. What a bastard.

Tim, blinking: Wow. That... just wow. That was easy. Dick thought I was losing it with grief and so has everyone else.

Jason, shrugging: B is definitely stubborn enough to get lost in time instead of dying and, frankly, I know what being off yer rocker looks like, and this ain't it. I climbed out of my grave, for god's sake, is time shit really off the table? Wouldn't hurt t'look if the old man's still kickin'.

Tim: Uh-

Jason: First stop: away from Ra's, preferably. Talia's not bad, but Ra's is a whole other can of worms. Get up or I drag you.

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Pairing : Sub! Fem reader x Meandom! Heesung

Warnings : nipple pinching, cunninglingus, choking, spanking, hair pulling, rough handling, spitting, slapping face, degradation, dacryphilia, hate sex, definitely offensive to some people

Summary: Heesung is your fuckbuddy but since he got himself a girlfriend, he haven't talk and contact you at all for months not until after he broke up with his gf and you guys met together at club and had a heavy make out session and it turned into sexual. And now both of you in his room butt naked.

A/n : ignore the grammatical errors it's not that deep, not proofread cause I'm lazy...

"Heesung can you stfu for fuck sake and just put your dick inside of me. You are wasting my time!!" You can feel your face start to redden, and your blood boil in anger, unlike him smirking down at you in a mocking way. His devious smile doesn't even help your burning state. It only add more fuel. "Beg for it bitch!" He bites back,you click your tongue in disbelief before you yell at his face "Fuck it just do it motherfucker!"

Heesung scoffs in annoyance, your piercing voice echoes all over his room. Clearly in frustration as to why he keeps teasing you over and over again,your legs already spread out for him,all he has to do is to put his goddamn dick inside of you. "You're a little bit demanding as someone who's obviously not incharge here." He cocks an eyebrow as his obnoxious smirk still plaster on his face. You roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark. "Well sir, can you stop with your dirty talking shit cause it's clearly does not turn me on, in fact it makes me want to puke so- FUCK SH-IT!!"

He deliberately ram his length into your cunt stopping you from whatever insulting words you gonna throw at him. Your eyes roll at his sudden action, mouth agape and almost drooling at how his dick perfectly hit your spot. He smirks in amusement. "Yeah that's better, keep your fucking mouth shut like that and let me do the works." You frown in disbelief at how easily he put you back in your place and how easy for you to obey him. Unable to resist the feeling of how his dick brutally abuse your cunt. His thrust getting harsher and rougher,you gasp in pure bliss and your eyes dart to his face, observe at how he hisses through his gritted teeth and his face contort in pleasure.

His eyes focusing on how your wet cunt taking his length so good, watching at how his dick move in and out of your tight hole, he groans looking at the sinful sight. You begin to close your eyes, slightly blushing at how he suddenly stares at you with his smug face, missionary position indeed was a bad idea,you flustered at how hot he looks fucking you like that. He smirk looking at how you purposely avoiding his eyes, one of his hands start to land on your face harshly,yeah that motherfucker indeed slaping the shit out of you, you immediately open your eyes at the sudden pain, he licks his lips as tears start to form on your cheeks. "Look at me, when I fuck you." He states calmly, completely contrast from his actions. You bite your lips at his words and he laughs at how quiet you become.

"Did I fuck that bitchy attitude out if you?? Fucking slut desperate for its hole to be filled." Fuck, honestly he sucks at dirty talk but this one definitely did something to you, the way he humiliated you spark something within in you. His insulting remarks make your pussy clench on his dick deliciously.

"Fu-ck you like when I say that huh,you like be treated like a whore hmm-" his left hand goes straight on your neck and wrap around it tightly, you gasp for air and your eyes roll when his right hand groping and playing with both of your tits. Your legs start to shake when he fastens his pace and put all of his weight down onto his thrust.

"Haa f-fuck wait-wait- it ah-ee" you squek when he starts to cum inside of your cunt. All of his semen goes out of your vagina dripping to the bed sheet. "Fuck baby fuck does it feels good hmm~" his hand starts to rub your swollen clit and lowers his body so his face literally infront of your bruised pussy. He spits on your cunt and continuing rubbing your clit, you squirming and let out a small cry.

"Nghh hee fck f-ahsj hm~" your words are completely incoherent and your lips quivering when his face goes straight down sucking your pussy filled with his semen,devouring that cunt as if there's no tommorow. Your body arch and you can't help to close your thighs around his head when he starts to hum teasingly so your pussy can feel the vibration,he shakes his head violently makes you poor puss squirt on his face. A sudden smack on your thigh make you yelp in pain. "Nasty bitch fuck! It went to my eyes shit."

He stands up and looks at you in annoyance because his upper body drench in your juices soon that annoyance and menacing look turn into lustful gaze, his eyes darken when his eyes met the sight of your juices spilling out messing his bedsheet and he laughs in an evil manner before swiping the slimy liquid on his face with his finger and put it in his mouth sucking as if it was the most delicious thing."fuck it baby,damn hm~"

You swear to god you could die just right now from the heat of how hot he looks right now. The way he chuckles at your pathetic state,the way his eyes gazing at your limp body shaking in pleasure, the way he speaks to you with his seductive soft voice completely contrast to how he treats you. He gazes in awe as you start to cum despite him not doing anything. You cry out of embarrassment. Fuck this situation, you can't believe you let him see this side of you. He cooed at you with that teasing smile on his face. "Aww baby~look at you,can't help yourself whenever you around me hmm~" he talks in mocking manner while pouting his face literally making fun of you.

"Is that why you shamelessly and desperately begging me to fuck you like a slut you are,is that why baby hmm??does me not touching you for months make you crave me and so desperate like this baby hm~does other guys don't know how to fuck you like I do" he pulls your ankle and lifting your legs before bending them to your chest.

"Sweet little cunt,look at you wet for me,you enjoy it so much don't you fucking slut hm~" you let out a small yelp when he smacks his hand onto your pussy,you letting out another juice spill out of it. "Fuck baby do you touch yourself when I'm not around,do you think of me while you play with this cunt hm~" he instruct you to hold both of your ankles so his hands are free. And he is smirking while rubbing his shaft on your pussy and slapping it harshly on on lips.

You scream your lungs out when he slams his hips without a warning and aggressively chocking your neck. Your moan in pain when he's groping your tits harshly. Snots, saliva and tears those mixture of liquids are all over your face. "That's it cry for me bitch you look so good like that." He spits on your face before slapping your face. "Dirty fucking slut,bet you can't find a guy who pound this hole so good like this huh" He pinch your nipple to make you cry even more.

"Fuck I miss this cunt so much" he licks his lips while looking at your face. His hand pulls your hair to make you look at his face directly. "I'm going to make it up for those months baby,so spread that legs wider for me slut"

A/n : I don't even know I had this in my draft for a year lol