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CYCLE - succession fanfic

stewy hosseini x roy!female!reader

authors note: Guess I was tired of not having enough succession content. SO I decided on creating a fanfic of my own. LMAO. I’ve been jotting down ideas, trying to configure a original idea of my own. Trying to go for enemy to lovers type of ordeal? We will see! I hope you all enjoy it!

It had been an entire year since Maeve had seen her family. Aftering signing a modeling contract with Versace a few years ago, she had been working non-stop. Spending majority of holidays and birthday's with her friends. But due to some unfortunate circumstances, Maeve's  modeling career has been put into a sudden halt.

Flashing lights and screaming was heard while being escorted out of the airport. Despite her hooded disguise, fans and paparazzi swarmed around her like a swarm of sardines. Thankfully Trevor, her bodyguard managed to safely lead her toward the correct getaway vehicle. Despite the tinted windows and the safety of the car, her head remained low. Curling into her lap until the driver drove out of the vicinity.

"Miss. Roy? It's safe now."

"Miss Roy?"

"Y-yes—Thank you."  She croaks out toward her driver, peering at him through her luxurious sunglasses. But despite the frames resting upon her face, it could not mask her panic. Her face contorted, as her heartbeat thumped throughout  her eardrums.

Her driver carefully switched his attention from the road to the mirror. Watching the youngest Roy in concern as her clammy palm placed itself in the middle of her tightening chest. "Do you want me to drive you toward the nearest hospital?"

"NO ! No, thank you. I'm fine."

"The same route, then?"

"Yes."

Due to traffic and paparazzi, she was currently  late to her fathers birthday dinner. Although, she didn't entirely mind as it gave her time to recoup.

With a quick shut of the drivers window, Maeve did a complete wardrobe change. Changing from her hobo disguise into her signature old money wardrobe. A pair of suit pants, and her favorite emerald green sweater. Amidst buckling her belt, the driver announces her destination is nearing in a few moments. This allowed her to tie her long locks into a ponytail, apply last minute mascara. "Oh shit." She says out loud, in remembrance. Her hands quickly scavenging for anxiety medication.

As the car comes to a halt, Trevor is quick to pull open the doors. "Marcia called." He informs, arm out for needed assistance. "Of course, she did." She sighs out, smiling as she grabs ahold of his arm. "Thanks, Kev!" Maeve hollers to her driver, who waves before quickly shutting the automatic doors.

In NewYork Fashion, Honking and shouting is heard from the traffic behind. Which causes Trevor to hurriedly escort her aside, helping her onto the sidewalk, before escorting her safely  into her fathers residence. "She's waiting by the door for your arrival." Trevor informs, once they pass the doorman. "... And I can take this back to your apartment." He offers, grabbing ahold of her  duffel bag.

"You're amazing." She tells him, before kissing his cheek. Her phone vibrates through her pants, pulling her attention. "I've got to go—But, I'll send your paycheck in a few days." She tells him, nearing the ajar elevator doors while glancing down at her phone.

From: Kendall

Are you still coming?

She rolls her eyes. Immediately texting him back a response. As the elevator come to a close, she's welcomed with a few moments of silence.

Wait—

"Fuck!" She shouts out loud, once realizing she had forgotten about taking her anxiety medication. "Oh, fuck me..." She groans, eyes squinting in disbelief.

A pleasant dinging noise sounds off, halting her state of panic. Maeve freezes as the doors glide open revealing Marcia on the other side. "Maeve! Finally, you're here." She exclaims happily.

"GAH—I know, Im sorry! There was traffic..." Maeve quickly recovers herself, stepping out of the elevator to engulf the older woman into her arms. "That's NewYork for you." Marcia lightheartedly jokes, kissing her cheek.

"You look beautiful as always." Marcia compliments as they pull apart, hands still latched onto her own.

Maeve always liked Marcia, despite Shiv's own opinion. Finding the woman's touch warmer than her  mothers. One she wasn't afraid of. Sometimes Maeve wondered if that was the reasoning behind Shiv's discomfort. That a cold touch felt more familiar than a warm one.

"Vi? I didn't expect you to show." Suddenly Shiv's voice appears, causing the two to turn their heads in direction. She wore simple outfit, sweater and jeans. Very casual, unlike herself.

"Neither did I." Maeve responds, forcing a smile her sisters way. The three women all walked closer, stopping in close distance. There still remained some tension from before. As the sisters last conversation was far from a happy one.

"How've you been?" Shiv asks, almost as if she was forced. Her eyes held some sort of skepticism. All while her lips curled ever so slightly. It was obvious that Shiv found the question amusing. Considering the prior events that occurred for Maeve only a few days ago.

"Uh, hanging in there..." Maeve awkwardly trails out, her fingers now fumbling in front of her.

"You?" She quickly added, trying to remain respectful. Suddenly Tom walks behind her large smile, catching her attention.

Maeve always had assumed Shiv liked the bad boys. The rough & tough type. Motorcyclist. Actor. An international playboy, even. So when Shiv brought home, Tom Wambsgans... Well, It took everyone off guard. Like his last name, for instance—Maeve found him to be odd. Perhaps a little 'out there'. But she didn't hate the guy. Tom is a nervous wreck. But found him genuinely sweet. Because despite the years of the two being together, he still looked at Shiv with stars in his eyes. It was enduring. Something that her sister definitely looked over at times.

"Maeve! Hello!" He loudly exclaims, Interrupting Shiv from answering her sister question.

"Tom, Hey—How's it going?" Maeve asks, smiling at the annoyed expression of her sister.

"Great! Great!" His smile still remaining wide, beaming throughout the room. "Still kicking it with your sister. So it's all good. Life couldn't get any richer!" He laughs out, causing everyone to awkwardly follow along.

"Blink three times if you need help." Maeve whispers, jokingly. Which caused Tom to laugh a little too hard, earning an side eye from her sister. Maeve tended to avoid any conversations with Wambsgans. Finding that he not only spiked her anxiety, but found it created some turbulence within his own relationship. Due to Shiv's own fears & insecurities.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Which was luckily filled by Kendall's kids. Who ran past the group chasing one another in laughter.

"Hey, hey! No running!" Rava exclaims, quickly following the two. Upon meeting eye contact, the two exchange friendly smile.

"Vi! Oh my god, hey!" She exclaims, expressing a genuine smile. Out of everyone in this family, Maeve enjoyed Rava's company the most. She was kind, smart, and a great mother. Perhaps the only person Maeve trusted out of everyone in this penthouse. It was unfortunate that Kendall fumbled the marriage.

After exchanging hugs, Maeve looks around with furrowed brows. "Where's Ken?" She asks, to which she points toward the close off dining room. Loud giggling and stomps were heard upstairs, causing her to retract her attention.

"Sophie! Iverson! Sorry." She shouts, before quickly apologizing toward the group before following the mischievous children.

A random guy in a wind breaker walks into her peripheral. "M-Maeve, Hey! L-Long time no see!" He exclaims happily, engulfing her into a hug.

"O-Oh." She murmurs, awkwardly tensing at the strangers touch. She turns, eyeing Tom & Shiv in a state of panic.

He pulls away smiling, immediately taking notice of her confusion. "It's Greg." He laughs out, as if it were to ring any bells.

It hadn't.

"Our cousin." Shiv adds, finally deciding in helping her little sister.

"Oh—Oh my god. Hey!" Maeve stutters out in remembrance. Immediately hugging him again, this time more welcoming. "Yeah, I'm sorry—I barely recognized you. What's it been? 10 years?"

"Eight—But uh, who's counting?" He says, awkwardly laughing.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Greg—Get ahold of yourself. Stop gawking at her tits. It's my dad fucking birthday man." Roman announces, walking into the conversation.

"W-Wha—"Greg stutters out, eyes building out of his head.

"W-W-what? We all know you want to fuck her." He mocks their obnoxiously tall cousin, before rolling his eyes.

"She's my cousin, dude." Greg tell him, his tone screeching slightly.

"Cousins." Roman scoffs. "So what? I mean, come on. Half of America is fucking their cousins."

"You're disgusting." Shiv spat.

"Look, Maeve may not ever run the company. But dad will definitely make sure her award-winning tits will make Waystar cover-magazine." He comments, earning everyone in the group to look at him in disgust. After a few seconds of silence, he has the audacity to look confused.

"What? Oh, Come on! You know her tits recruit more employees into Waystar than any other commercial sponsor..."

"Birdie?" Their fathers voice appears, causing everyone to turn their attention elsewhere.

"Dad—Hey." She smiles, walking forward arms outward.

"You don't look a day over forty." She jokes before going in a hug despite his annoyed features. "Fuck off." He murmurs, pulling away with some sort of a smile.

"Hows... uh—business?" He asks awkwardly. Which only resulted in a stifled a laugh from her youngest brother. Maeve decides to ignore it.

"Uh good... Just glad to be able to finally relax & see everyone again."

"Your contract over?" He asks, taking Maeve off guard. It hadn't been discussed, but her manager hinted at the possibility of it occurring. "Y-Yeah... Hopefully I'm off to bigger and better things." She comments, trying to smile through the awkward silence.

"Oh. I brought you something." She trails out, immediately handing over the small bag in her hands.

"Ooo, is it underwear?" Roman jokes from behind, smirkingly. "You wish." She fires back in irritation as dad opens it, revealing the gift.

A snow globe with their family portrait inside.

"Wow, that's adorable. No wonder she took so long. She dropped by BrightStar on the way here." Roman sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from Shiv. Which suddenly strikes a cord in Maeve.

"Where's your gift, guys?" She asks, not missing a beat. "Right here." Roman says motioning to himself, amidst leaning on the couch. Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes. She did not expecting anything less... Which is why, she hadn't bothered to question her sister. Knowing she'd have a similar sarcastic answer.

"Thanks, Birdy—It'll go on my desk." Her father says with a tight knit smile, before turning to it over to Marcia. "Now, where's Kendall?" He asks before waking off.

"There she is!" Connor shouts in excitement, causing Shiv to roll her eyes. "Who's birthday is it, again?" She sarcastically asks her boyfriend above a whisper.

"Conner." Maeve softly calls out, running into his arms. "Look at you!" He exclaims, lifting her up into the air as if she were still a child.

"Look the outcasts have finally been reunited." Roman comments, earning a smirk from Shiv.

"Hey. How've you been?" He asks, hand laying upon his sister shoulder. "I'm real sorry about the whole—"

"It's fine." She interludes, shaking her head as a way to dismiss the topic. But Connor continues, eyes full of pity.

"No, really. It must be embarrassing." Connor adds, earning laughter from their siblings. "Hey, guys. That's not cool." Connor says, eyeing them in scold-like fashion.

"Con, I'm—let's not talk about it. Yeah?" She points out, eyeing him tiredly. "Yeah, Vi." He rubs her shoulder again, in hopes to comfort her.

"Okay, everyone! Let's get a move out!" Their father announces, nearing the elevator doors. Maeve eyebrows furrow, turning toward her eldest sibling.

"Where we headed?"

"To the game."

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Upon exiting her fathers estate, they were escorted into one of the many tinted vehicles.

Since Maeve wanted to avoid being coup up with Shiv, she squishes herself into the already full vehicle. "There's no room." Kendall tells her, but she ignores him. "I'll make room." She insists, crawling over her brother.

"That doesn't seem very safe." Rava whispers over to her sister in law, who somehow seats herself in between the two. "It's fine—see?" She says, flashing a smile toward her niece and nephew.

"Yeah. Until we get in a car accident, and you go flying through the front window." Roman comments, earning a concerned look from Iverson. "Seriously?" Rava asks, immediately scolding Roman. "That's not going to happen." She tells her children, reassuringly.

"Whatever you say." Roman sings, his attention focused on peering out of the window. The car was now in drive, a silence lingering over the group. All that could be heard was the sounds of Iversons video game playing in the background.

Kendall's attention remained on his cellphone, not paying any mind to the people around him.

"How's work?" Maeve asks, but is only welcomed with silence.

"Ken."

"Wha—Are you talking to me?" He asks, finally looking up at his sister. She rolls her eyes, and turns to Rava. "Does he always play dumb?"

"I'm busy with things, Maeve—And it's fine." He responds irritatedly, clicking off his phone. As if it were to prove a point.

"You sure? You seem... stressed."

"He's always stressed." Iverson adds, his eyes never leaving his video game. Maeve weakly smiles toward the two children. She felt for them, knowing the difficulty of having an absent father. "Business is Business—Uh, you know... It's going." Kendall adds, noting his sisters concern.

"H-How's um, modeling?" He asks, hoping to bring her attention away from his children.

"How do you think it's going man?" Rome sarcastically asks, before leaning over to get in between the two. "...Her contract dropped her because Jason made her have a freak attack on the runway."

"They didn't drop me." Maeve corrects, her tone filled with aggravation.

"That's Not what the tabloids and news say..." Roman sings lowly, which caused her jaw to clench.

"Yeah, dude—Okay we get it." Kendall rushes out, hoping to defuse the tension.

"Well if that's true, then I guess you're still a spoiled rotten coke infested creep." She spat out, not able to help herself, squinting at him.

Roman immediately bursts out in laughter at her insult. "That all you got?" He provokes. To which she responds by shoving his face backwards.

"Okay! Can we not do this with the kids in the car?" Rava exclaims once realizing her children were witnessing the scene unfold.

"Crybaby."

"Asshole."

"Bitch."

"Dick."

"Whore."

—

Luckily for Rava and the children, the drive to the airport wasn't long. Immediately they are escorted out of their cars and toward the three sets of helicopters. Having enough of Roman & Shiv, Maeve remains by Kendall's side. Well—that was until her father ordered her to join him & Roman instead. "Come on, hurry up!" Her father shouts, causing her to verbally groan.

"Suck it up, buttercup." Kendall pokes, before walking off in the opposite direction. Now left alone, she quickly joins them.

Quickly she straps in and places the headphones over her head. Anxiety riddled within her as the helicopter began to take off, her palms tightly grasping onto the seat in reaction. It didn't help that Roman was in her vicinity, smirking at her reaction. Despite her fathers nickname, birdie came elsewhere. Although it was pretty ironic that Maeve absolutely loathed flying.

"I have a proposition, Birdie." Her father informs, pulling her attention away from her brother.

"Take a year in Shanghai."

"Dad—" She begins, only to be shut down and interrupted.

"You already have your bachelors—What's stopping you?!" He exclaims, causing Birdie to grip the seat tighter. It was difficult to think straight, let alone answer the question.

"Dad, look—I'm not interested in the company." She sprawled out, cutting the bullshit.

"You're sister isn't either—but she's starting to consider it." He points out, causing her to shake her head. "You might too."

"We're different people, dad."

"I know that!" He exclaims, almost insulted that she'd think differently. There was a pause of moment of silence, one that was full of tension.

"You're young, Meave. You wouldn't have to deal with the business aspect right away. Or at all, for that matter—We have people for that." Her father explains. Maeve couldn't even look at him, too busy digging her nails into the leather.

"You're sister... is withering away...." Logan trails out, catching his children's attention again.

"Oh god." Roman is the one to laugh out. Which only earns a glare from dad.

"....And far as I'm concerned. Shiv is incapable to pass down the business." Her father continues his thought. Maeve mentally cursed at the topic, knowing it would arise sooner than later.

"I think Iverson & Sophie will be more than capable to take the spot."

"I think what dad means is he'd prefer our business to remain in the bloodline." Roman points out.

"Do you want children, Meave?" Her dads finally asks.

"Uh, Well—I, maybe. I'm not entirely sure, yet."

She stumbles over her words, both thoughts and words combining at once. It also didn't help the fact that Logan was eyeing her down rather intensely.

"Are you lesbian, Maeve?" He suddenly asks, taking her by surprise.

"No, Dad. Oh my god. No? N-No, I'm not..." She stammers out, heat rising to her cheeks. Now everyone was eyeing her, including Romans step-daughter.

"I like men." I affirm them.

"So, what's the problem?" Her father asks, looking both confused and irritated.

"For starters, Im single..."

"That can be fixed."

"It's not that easy...."

"I'll arrange it. I know a few former—" Her father begins, only for Maeve to intervene.

"Dad—Look, thank you. For the... offer?" She trails off, confused at choice of her words.

"But?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the excuse

"But I spent two years of my life with a guy who publicly humiliated me..." She states, gently reminding the man of the fresh wound.

"Fuck Jason! He was a fucking airhead." He erupts in irritation.

"Dad—"

"He's a fucking faggot who bitch cries on screen for a living!" Logan continues on, shaking his head at the thought of the make bimbo.

"You shouldn't be crying over that idiot. I raised you better than that." He finished, pointing his finger at her scold-like. She tenses at this action. Knowing it had became one of her triggers.

"Im not crying over him." She murmurs under her breathe, only earning a glare her way.

"Anymore..." She adds, before fumbling her fingers.

"If someone fucks you over, you move onto something better."

"Better?"

"More attractive. More richer." He roughly comments, waving his hands for expression.

Those were great quality's to look in for a partner. But she didn't really care for it anymore. She had grown to realize those were perks. Love was essential, but in the end, she valued loyalty more than anything. But she remained quiet on the matter. Knowing her father would end up laughing in her face.

"I'm twenty five, dad. It don't think getting married would feel right." She points out, hoping to end the topic.

"What's wrong with twenty five?" He scoffs.

"I'd practically be a child bride." Maeve states, causing her father to laugh sarcastically, before face palming. "Jesus fucking Christ—both of my daughters are fucking feminists..."

"And liberal." Roman adds under his breathe, earning an glare from his youngest sibling.

"Dad, Twenty five is like—like the new eighteen... And I have so many years ahead of me. There's no need to rush things." She explains.

"Meave, are you aware of the age I turned today?" He asks, peaking over to eye his youngest.

"Eighty—Yes, dad. And guess what? You'll be hundred years old, healthy, and still be kicking everyone's ass." She continues, hand now placed on his shoulder. He sighs at her comment, knowing it was no use to continue this conversation further. Taking her hand in his, he eyes her for the last time.

"Will you at least consider it?"

"Of course."

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[florasheart]

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT

[kimjun]

Jason: I cut my finger

Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better

Jason: That works?

Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little

*later* Jason: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Roy: Fucking finally

[missglaskin]

“You’re such a perv!” 

Aka DC Superheroes as pervs; Dick, Jason, Tim, Roy, Wally

Please don't put a community label on this (it will only shadow ban it)

Surely your friend and confidant is not some peeping tom right?!

Warnings/tags; SMUT, female reader, vigilante!reader, Perv shenanigans, panty stealing, masturbation, dirty thoughts, corruption kink, invasion of privacy

Dick Grayson has always been your closest friend; he's the leader, the guy that everyone either wants to be like or wants him for themselves. But the boy wonder had his eyes on you, his oblivious friend. He has always been there, aiding you in missions; always saving the day, or praising you for a job well done. So how could you ever possibly know of his intense desire just for you. Dick knows his actions are downright disgusting, that small voice inside his head filling him with guilt, but his desire is just stronger. 

Missions with you are the worst. Watching you be so confident and just kick ass has him feeling all sorts of ways. Trying to turn away from your line of sight so you won't see his hard-on, his cock rubbing uncomfortably against his suit. Dick will use any excuse to get away, jerking off on the side of a rooftop, a hand against a wall and another stroking his cock, while he imagines it was your hand instead, and that alone pushes him over the edge. 

He'll find a way to make you want him too, Dick knows you're not immune to his charms. Will it be too obvious that when he goes for a hug, it's a little too tight. Is it when he places a hand on your waist pretending to keep you in place, daring his fingers to go further down. Will you push away the hands that place themselves on your thighs to pretend he's comforting you. You won't. Just as you refuse to shove away the fingers that inch closer and closer between your legs. Is it really so bad if you want him too.

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Jason Todd knows he's a sick fuck. What kind of friend is he to even think of such things. But they are just thoughts, right? As long as he doesn't do anything creepy that is. Surely anyone dreams of fucking their best friend-that is, imagining your lips wrapped around his dick while he fists your hair, forcing you to take all of him. The guilt returns when your voice reaches him, asking him if he heard you, interrupting his brief moment of fantasy. He's relieved that the mask doesn't allow you to see how intensely he's staring at you.

It becomes a line he knows he crossed. When Jason found himself staring at your apartment window - he didn't intend to, he was just patrolling and happened to come across your apartment. Knowing you were safe and well should have been his reason to leave, until you started undressing. Seeing your tits exposed made the blood rush to his cock and when you bent slightly to remove your panties, Jason was sure he could have come right on the spot. 

You went to take a shower as Jason entered your apartment. Surely you must know to keep your window locked. Finding himself creeping toward the bathroom as if you were beckoning him in, instead, he stopped and stood over the disregarded clothes; reaching for the panties. Jason would have beaten anyone to a bloody pulp if they had done that, but it was his own reflection staring at him. He is a sick fuck, he thinks as his finger brushes over the damp spot and how he shoves it into his pockets. He's not sure if he should return your panties later, given that he eagerly rubbed his cock with it, leaving it cum stained.

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Tim Drake is a wolf in sheep's clothing; he is the one person you never suspect of thinking such perverted thoughts. Tim is aware he can never justify the things he's doing. He just tells himself that he merely lacks the courage to approach you, not that it's a good reason, but it's enough for him to maintain that tiny sliver of morality. There are moments when he wishes he could just concentrate on his patrolling to keep you off his mind, but you are always there, at the back of his mind. 

Tim realizes he just can't get off without thinking about you. Tim tries watching some porn, but he keeps imagining your face instead of the actress, and he hates how it helped him reach his orgasm. Or in the mornings, when his boner is becoming too much of an issue and he's in the shower trying to rid of it. His thoughts wander to picturing you in front of him, bare and wet, with your back against the glass walls and you moaning his name. 

If there was ever a time that Tim was made known that he was really sick was that day. Him laying in bed stroking his cock and seeing the phone ringing in the corner. It's you. He ought to have just let it ring or decline, but Tim didn't know what possessed him to answer the call. Your voice is heard as he bites his lip to not let his whimpers be heard, tasting copper on his tongue. Tim moves the phone further away when he reaches his high, cum covering his hands and stomach as he continues the conversation, hoping you don't hear his ragged breath.

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Roy Harper was the one person you could always confide in. He had a way of cheering you up, your tears dried as your laugh echoed throughout the room. How you consider him to be your closest friend and best partner in crime as you speak to him, while Roy thinks of how the low cut of your shirt gives him a good view of your tits from an angle. When you call his name to get his attention, Roy gives you that smile of his as he uses an excuse to use the restroom. 

Roy loves taking pictures of you. You knew Roy had them, just never imagined he would have them in his sights while he jerked off. Pictures of you with a skirt had Roy fantasize about wearing em while he's railing you from behind. Your face pressed against the pillow while you bubble nonsense, too drunk on his cock. Pictures of you looking up, had him fantasizing of you staring at him with those eyes of yours as you use your mouth, bobbing up and down on his dick.

Unaware too Roy had 'private' photos, all thanks to a few hacking tricks. Roy was occasionally tempted to send you a nude photo of himself, see how you react, and cover it up by saying it was a 'mistake'. Would you perhaps return one or get jealous wondering who it was intended for. Roy gets up, cleaning himself as he’s planning to you meet you later that day. He eyes the slightly crooked tile above his ceiling, storing all the belongings he's taken from his visits to your place. Roy thinks when the two of you are official, he should hide it in a better place.

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Wally West had plenty of opportunities to hint at his feelings toward you. He liked making flirtatious comments, complaining when he wasn't paired with you during missions, and placing an arm over your shoulders. But you just assume it's Wally's typical self, not noticing his hurt look when you claimed to be "just friends". Then again you never noticed his hurried departure and quick return, where he avoided making eye contact at all costs.

Wally feels the guilt the most. He could have just confessed to you like a normal person. Guilt consumes him when he sees your gullible smile, unaware of the horrible things he did behind your back. It's not his fault really; he was invited to your place and was simply looking around until he found a certain drawer. Wally reassures himself it's not that bad if he only takes one. But it gets to a point where you're complaining to Wally about how your clothes disappear (not telling him which kind).

A point comes where Wally reaches his breaking point. The sneaky pictures, lying on your bed when you weren't around, face in the pillows to inhale your scent could do so little. As he stares at you speaking, Wally makes a move expecting to be rejected, but you kiss him back. He was in heaven, the dreams he had in every waking point coming true. He was where he wanted you to be, on top with you full of his cock, your eyes nearly blacked out as he slams his hips repeatedly into yours. Can you blame him for moving too fast when he has been holding back for so long. 

[killakalx]

↳ ageless/blank blogs dnf

17+ content, triple threat, pussy eating, minor mention of spit (dg), fingering (dg & jt), 69 position (rh), every dc man is a munch because i said so, argue with the wall

❦ Dick Grayson, who folds you over yourself and holds your legs wide open when he eats you out. he starts slow, almost calculated as he talks about how nasty you are, spelling his name out before each flick of his tongue over your clit. hot and labored breaths are huffed against your lips as he picks up the pace, tongue dipping deep into your cunt and a guttural groan makes you gasp. he feels you clench on his tongue and it’s taken as a signal, dangerously long fingers suddenly curling up into your pussy and making you whimper above him. you’re pleading for more, he assumes, harsh tugs on his hair making him moan deep into your core and driving you over the edge.

still, his fingers speed up while your cum leaks around them and against his palm. he pulls his mouth away, covered in slick and drool with a nasty grin on his face, all for you to see- or just so he can see the desperate look on your face as you twitch for and beg for a break. he fixes his angle and you cry out, whining at the faux sympathy in his voice. it’s alright, sweetheart- i know. jus’ feels too good, yeah? a thick glob of spit lands on your clit and you’re so fucking wet, it’s as if he only did it for the sentiment- just to start circling and sucking at the sensitive bud until you’re damn near crying.

❦ Jason Todd, who locks your thighs around his head and muffled himself as his fingers dig into your hips. he’s practically consumed by your supple and savory skin, biting and sucking dark hickeys into your inner thigh before returning to your weeping cunt. the way he uses his mouth is obscene, making sure you hear the loud squelch and lewd slurps every time he dips his head deeper into your pussy. his fat tongue laps from your hole all the way to your clit before he sucks, letting out a deep and muffled laugh between your legs when you mewl. jason moves his hand to prod thick fingers at your entrance, forcing you to buck into his face and getting him deeper inside.

the way you chant his name- jay… jay- jason, oh fuck- it fuels his ego, and you can feel the wicked grin against your skin. he can tell you’re close now, and he only encourages you until your moans turn long and drawn out, burying his face in your pussy with a few weak thrusts. his gravely voice hums against you, fuck, gorgeous- all f’me, huh? yeahhh, all for me. you’ve got him humping the mattress like a fucking teenager with the way you keen for him, but he’s set on making you cum over and over on his tongue. he pays no mind to your hand pushing him away, pulling his fingers away from you pussy and locking you right back up with his bare hands.

❦ Roy Harper, who moans into your cunt before you’re even properly positioned to suck him off, situating you right on top of his face so he can grope your ass. the enthusiasm makes you buckle over and giggle, pulling out a whine from his throat. you finally give him some needed attention, sucking at his tip and rubbing pre-cum down his shaft. it pushes him further into you as he groans, hugging your whole body closer to his face and chest. it’s an endless cycle: your mouth wrapped beautifully around his cock, leaving stray saliva and lipgloss around the base, only leading to desperate moans vibrating all the way up your spine as he bucks into the back of your throat; in turn, you whimper and gag, hands holding onto his thighs to ground yourself. the room is filled with all types of debauched noises and it only turns him on more- god, he needs to hear more.

he doesn’t let up, even when you resort to stroking his dick to give yourself breath, lurching over and keening about how close you are. the arch in your back, the way you grind into his face- it’s got him determined. give it to me, doll- cmon, lemme get a taste of this pretty pussy. you can’t even deny him, ruining his face with a loud moan along the base. your pleasure feeds directly into his, and he’s cursing between your pussy lips as ropes of cum cover his pelvis and your hand. you’re dripping down his face when he lifts you up a tad, but he only takes a few moments to catch his breath before he’s pulling you back down on his face. he just needs you wailing and creaming all over his face one more time.

[cloudzoro]

He's obsessed with referring to you as his wife.

“My wife showed me this earlier, isn't it cool?” “Guess what my wife did today” “Oh, you think my shirt looks nice? Thanks, my wife bought it for me.”

He makes the people around him feel like they know you just from how much he talks about you. He finds a way to work you into every conversation. He starts to sweat and fears he might break out in hives if he goes a single conversation without mentioning you. The word wife makes his heart squeeze because it's a reminder that you picked him over everyone else and that he gets to have you for the rest of his life.

This doesn't just stay outside the home when he talks to other people; he says it to you just as often. Letters left on the kitchen table addressed to “my lovely wife” or when he playfully slaps your ass and responds to your joking glare with “Can't a guy appreciate his wife?”.

His love for the title also makes it into the bedroom. He leaves kisses all over your heated skin as he tells you how much he loves his pretty wife - how truly beautiful he finds you. His hands interlock with yours as he thrusts into your sweet pussy, and when he feels your wedding ring against his skin, his cock twitches inside you.

Aran Ojiro, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Satori Tendou, Ace Portgas, Smoker, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Jean Havoc

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[gilverrwrites]

Thinking about clit slapping again, per 2.5 asks, ya’ll make some great observations. Ft. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, & Roy.

Bruce

Thinking about Bruce who loves to tease you with a straight face. Who tells you to “be patient”, who’s helping you build on your self-restraint by touching every inch of you with those big, thick hands except the one place you keep begging him for.

Bruce who keeps you on edge until it’s unbearable, until on a whim you decide if he’s not going to do anything about it, you will.

Bruce who grumbles in your ear, low and restrained; “What did I tell you?”

Bruce who opens your slick folds, in a controlled, slow motion which only serves to make you needier until he comes down on your sensitive clit with his other hand. The obscene smack that rings through his chambers is almost drowned out by your anguish, desperate cry.

Dick

Dick with his long, dexterous fingers who loves to explore every crevice of your body. Who would do anything to keep hearing you make those pretty noises for him.

Dick who knows the key to keeping you sex dazed is working your clit until it’s dark and swollen and you’re incapable of following a thought. So he rubs and grinds against it, swirls his tongue around it, and laps until his jaw is soaked in his own saliva and your juices.

And then one day, with no forethought, Dick flicks it with the back of his middle finger and the resulting sob was so delicious he had to eat up more.

“You’re so perfect, baby.” Dick purrs between sloppy kisses and strikes of growing intensity. “Do it again, baby. Come on, just for me pretty girl.”

Jason

And Jason, who is big and tough, and rough around the edges but would do anything you want to hear you praise him.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks you over and over again, basking and melting just a little bit more every time you reply with “Fuck, yes Jason! Feels so good baby.”

“Who? Who makes you feel good?” He begs for more. “You Jason, you!”

So when you ask Jason to try slapping your clit, he doesn’t hesitate. He slaps it once, savouring the way your body tremors under the force of his brawny hand. Twice, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to have found someone so beautiful and shameless as you. Three times, with no end in sight.

Tim

Tim read about it in an cosmopolitan article and can’t wait for the chance to experiment with you, and he knows if he plays his cards just right you’ll always cave.

“Spread your legs.” He murmurs in a voice that’s assertive but so soft. The tips of his long hair tickle your soft skin as he kisses his way down your torso. Tim’s warm, calloused hands guiding your thighs apart as he slinks between them. “That’s it hon, just like that.”

He intends to warm you up, to rub your pretty little clit beneath his thumb until you’re pleading for more, to spell T-I-M on it with his tongue over and over but; “I’ve barely touched you and you’re this wet already?”

Before you can answer Tim used two fingers to spread your slick folds apart and delivers a sharp slap right where you’re most sensitive, blue eyes unblinking, soaking in your reaction.

Despite knowing from the way your back arches and your eyes roll back, Tim asks; “Did you like that baby, do you want more?”

Roy

Your body is like target practice to Roy, which is to say; he never misses.

Roy has every inch of you ingrained in his mind. Teasing, and touching, and getting you off is as easy to him as firing his bow, its muscle memory.

Not once does Roy need to break away from your needy, heated kisses as he undresses you. There’s not a thought in his head other than how hot you look when you’re dishevelled and riled up as he unhooks your bra or curls his fingers on your core.

Roy brags that he could find your clit, one-handed and blindfolded, and sometimes he likes to put that into practice. He tells you to “Lay back, Princess.” Then he closes his eyes, makes a show of spinning around or pretending to sniff you out and then he spanks your clit with the kind of powerful precision only he could possess.

Taglist: @wandalfnation

[jayswhorex]

if you’re dating roy, he would definitely share you with jason. if jason dating you, he’s not letting roy get his filthy hands on you.

this is so true, roy has no problem sharing because he knows you well enough & trusts you plus he knows that you know where home is. also, roy has been in a lot of relationships so being able to be his partner is a big part of him. he knows he can share you because he trusts you and jason.

like this:

roy has his lips roughly attached to yours forgetting that jason is even in the room. this wasn't really a first, jason had watched you two make out tons of times but making out while you were practically on top of him was something else. you had sat down on jason's lap to give him a hug and roy and started to kiss while you were there. now poor jason was stuck with a hardon while you were distracted by roy. for a second you broke your kiss with roy and asked, "roy, jay here is a little hard, can i help him out please?" roy, while still a little dazed from your kiss agrees, before capturing your lips once again. you guide jason's hands to your hips which he firmly grips. he takes a bit of control and allows himself to grind his clothed cock against your ass "roy, you can't just hog your girl like this" jason mumers into your neck, which was now covered in hickeys.

jason on the other hand is different. the man can be possessive but in the right way, if you're his girl why the fuck is he sharing you. you're his??? yes, jason loves roy, that's his best friend but he's not even letting roy sit on the same couch as you. roy is an excellent sweet talker and jason knows deep down he wouldn't be able to handle seeing you with roy if you were his.

like this for example:

jason watched as you sat on roy's lap, his hand balled into a fist, nails digging into his own palm. roy hands found their way to the waist, giving you a small squeeze that causes you to giggle. jason let out a grunt, those giggles you were letting out were only meant for him to hear. he watched the two of you fool around like kids, roy constantly teasing you and whispering into your ear. jason tried to keep himself calm because he didn't think that roy's intentions were bad until he saw his hand rest on your thigh. that's what set him off and so he got up and picked you up from roy's lap and placed you on his. you looked at jason, and you could see he wasn't exactly happy so you gave a kiss on his cheek. “y’know we just do this to tease you right?" "i know baby but i hate it"

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

College!Jason Todd who quite literally ran into you. It wasn’t his fault, in his defence, he was reading, but he thought he had mastered the art of walking and reading. Apparently not. 

College!Jason Todd who apologised profusely, claiming it was all his fault even while you tried to convince him it was just as much your fault as well

College!Jason Todd who can’t help but notice that one of the books you’ve dropped is one of his favourites, leading him to exclaim, “you’re reading The Three Musketeers?”

College!Jason Todd who wasn’t quite sure how responded because while he was picking up the book for you, he caught glimpse of annotations and he couldn’t help but glance through them

College!Jason Todd who stuttered when you laughed lightly, noticing he wasn’t paying attention. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have looked, but I wanted to see your thoughts… that’s weird, isn’t it?”

College!Jason Todd who lit up when you beamed, a small blush reaching his cheeks when you replied, “no, no, it’s fine. I totally get it.”

College!Jason Todd who felt butterflies in his stomach when you suggested that he borrow your copy and give you his phone number to return it eventually

College!Jason Todd who wasn’t sure how a six foot grown man could get so excited about a girl he’d never met before. He wasn’t sure to thank his gods or hers that she had the courage to ask for his number

College!Jason Todd who learned years later that you were just as anxious as him during your first meeting. Thankfully, the words had come flying out of your mouth and before you could shrink into a hole and die, Jason had thankfully agreed

College!Jason Todd who goes back to his dorm and immediately begins reading the book, even though he’s read it three times already and has homework to do

College!Jason Todd who shushes his roommate, Roy, with a pillow chucked towards the head when Roy has the audacity to ask what he’s doing

College!Jason Todd whose heart beats faster whenever one of your annotations pops up and he gets to read your handwriting and thoughts

College!Jason Todd who adds his own annotations with small post-its as to not mess up your own, but wants so badly to exchange ideas

College!Jason Todd who finishes the book that night all the while Roy was groaning about Jason’s annoying reading light that was prohibiting his sleeping

College!Jason Todd who very unpatiently waits until morning to text you that the book was very very good and even better than he had remembered 

College!Jason Todd who threw his phone across the room once he saw that you had responded. Roy scoffed loudly from his desk and Jason chucked yet another pillow at his roommate 

College!Jason Todd who didn’t want to seem too desperate, but immediately agreed to meet up with you at the library when you offer it 

College!Jason Todd who gets to the library twenty minutes early just to be prepared. You never know. So he gets there twenty minutes early. More like thirty. And maybe he brings the drink he saw you carry around campus yesterday 

College!Jason Todd who is fine if he doesn’t get a word in edgewise about the book, satisfied to just stare at you as you gush about The Three Musketeers 

College!Jason Todd who is also happy if you want to hear his thoughts and blushes and stammers his way through his analysis, worried about what you might think of him and also having a very hard time focusing when you look at him like that

College!Jason Todd who thinks he may melt when you turn bright red and bite your lip, trying to hide your smile, all because he annotated the book just for you

College!Jason Todd who then spends the next two hours in the library with you, trading recommendations and browsing the bookshelves 

College!Jason Todd who gets to brace an arm above you, leaning on a bookshelf, smirking as you turn into a blushing mess

College!Jason Todd who definitely doesn’t visualise wrapping your legs around his waist and taking you against said bookshelf 

College!Jason Todd who restrains himself because if you even knew half of what he was wanting, you’d run away screaming

College!Jason Todd who, after promising to meet up again, goes back to his dorm and takes a very cold shower 

College!Jason Todd who meets up with you at least twice a week more like three times until the point where Roy demands that he just asks you out cause it’s been going on for way too long and if he doesn’t, then someone else will

College!Jason Todd who does so by underlining a passage in a romance novel that explains how his heart races whenever he looks in your direction, how he’d steal the sun if it meant he could see you smile, and how even if you rejected him, he’d be happy just to be in your presence

College!Jason Todd who, after pacing in front of your dorm for a while, then chickens out and leaves the book outside your door, the page bookmarked 

College!Jason Todd who gets a call from you a while later and answers it like he didn’t just covertly ask you out through a fucking book

College!Jason Todd who, when you laugh lightly over the phone thinks his chances have died, until you agree in that lovely voice of yours to meet him at the library for an official date this time

College!Jason Todd who treats you like the gentleman he is for the next couple of dates before showing you how brutal he could be by fucking the living daylights out of you

College!Jason Todd who learns how his most favourite sound is your soft, incoherent whimpers as his hips slam into yours as he grips the headboard above you, scared that if he touched you, he would break you

College!Jason Todd who realises what can happen when he pinches your clit just so and how good it feels to have you come undone around him

College!Jason Todd who praises you on how good you took his big cock, whispering and cooing into your ear as both of you came down from your highs

College!Jason Todd who knows that all other women are ruined for him simply because of how you smiled sleepily at him whilst caged in his big arms and how your pussy clenched around him, but that’s not important

College!Jason Todd who proudly hooks an arm around your shoulders or waist whenever he can, strolling through campus with a smug smirk on his face, knowing he has the best girl by his side

College!Jason Todd who sees you at your highs and lows and shows you the exact same

College!Jason Todd who wouldn’t change anything, even when you’re close to collapsing at your desk, exhausted from finals 

College!Jason Todd who wouldn’t change anything even when you’re on your period and your hormones are raging high and something either makes you start crying or start glaring at him over something he’s not quite sure about

College!Jason Todd who is just content to fall asleep next to you whenever he can and wake up with you in his arms

College!Jason Todd who knows your ins and outs, the slightest inflection of your tone, and the way your heart beats 

College!Jason Todd who knows his heart beats just for you

College!Jason Todd who calls Bruce a couple weeks later, after months of no contact. He asks if he could bring you to a family dinner. A year or so later, he calls Bruce again, asking for his grandmother's ring

[acid-ixx]

Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

— masterlist !

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[arkhamslvts]

reader who knew Roy and or Jason in their side kick eras and when they meet again (Jason after death(and roy kinda depending)) they’re like ‘wow u got…big’ ESPECIALLY JASON WITH THAT LAZURUS PIT SHIT and it’s like a major ego boost and and

OHHH THIS...

lets place this in the time period of them being on the outlaws ish, you werent supposed to run into either of them, you hadn't seen them in years, back when they were both just sidekicks, when you were hardly the hero you are now. the three of you just kids, remembering jasons small frame and roys lanky figure.

and now here you all were, staring at each other in silent shock, or, you staring at jason and roy in shock, and jason and roy looking at you in amazement. "jesus christ, what happened to my boys?" you chuckle a little, despite the shock of it all. both of them well over 6 foot, jason's frame being massive and muscular, roy being slightly more lean than jason but still much larger than you.

"i could say the same for you, doll" jason laughed, he had never dropped that nickname, "you look good, sweets" roy had no issue scooping you up, spinning you around, and smiling. you cant draw your eyes away from either of them, constantly glancing at their arms and they could tell. "you see somethin' you like, sweets?"

[kimjun]

On mission

Y/N: *taking out a knife* every room can become a panic room if you give me just a fucking minute...

Roy: I'm scared Jay... Jay?

Jason: I'm horny.

[crazychaoticizzy]

Just the Tip

CONTENT: 18+, MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, morning sex, dom/sub/switch reader and character depending on which one you’re reading, my knowledge on some of these characters is limited since i’m new to the fandom so they may be mischaracterized, the most basic concept but it’s something ✨

WORD COUNT: 573

MASTERLIST

“C’mon, baby… Just the tip, I swear.”

You both knew he was lying. He didn’t do just the tip. You knew that, and yet you still obliged him in the early morning.

“Just for a bit. I have a meeting today,” you mumble. You bury your face further into your pillow as he climbs on top of you. Now that you’d said it, you realized how much you didn’t want to go to that business meeting.

“I know, baby. I swear this time it’ll really be just the tip.”

You hum as he pushes your panties aside. His fingers briefly glide against your folds before he replaces them with his cock.

For a moment, he abides by his promise and only puts in the tip. He ruts into you and moans in your ear before pushing more of himself in. You’re too tired to notice entirely, although you can feel it. You don’t comment on it, though, even knowing that you should. You excuse it by convincing yourself just a little bit of indulgence wouldn’t hurt anyone.

It isn’t long until his hips meet yours. Your mouth falls open in a surprises moan when he pulls out almost completely and shoved himself back inside. Your eyes shoot open, and you look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“Oops.” The stupid smirk on his face tells you this is definitely not and oops situation, but you can’t find it in yourself to argue. Especially not after he begins a fast pace.

It looks like that meeting will have to wait. What a shame…

Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Roy Mustang, Portgas D. Ace

There was no sound prettier than the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, still groggy with sleep as he holds onto your hips for dear life.

Just the tip. That’s what he’d promised you. But Jesus Christ, the way your walls stretched and squeezed around just the tip made him delirious. You’d barely given him anything and his eyes were already rolled to the back of his head.

He whines and whimpers in your ear, pleading, begging for you to let him put more of himself inside.

“Baby… Baby, please… I know you’re busy today but I need-”

With the way he moans in your ear, his hands twisted in the sheets and leaving bruises on your hips, it would just be cruel to say no, wouldn’t it?

Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Choso Kamo, Sanji Vinsmoke

Sometimes you find yourself hating how coy he can be. How fucking clever he is infuriates you, especially when it’s early in the morning and the only thing you want is for him to not follow what you said.

You moaned his name, long and drawn out, as you tried moving your hips back to push more of him inside you.

But he keeps his hands on your hips, preventing you from moving any further. He tuts and shakes his head, barely moving the tip in and out.

“We can’t get too carried away. We both have things to do today,” he whispered, his voice still raspy and thick with sleep.

You groan, attempting to move your hips again. When he resists, you give up. “Please,” you beg.

He chuckles. You think for a moment that he’ll give in to your pleas and screw you until you’re a mess beneath him, but he only kisses your cheek and pulls away.

It leaves you feeling empty and upset, even with the promise of a proper fucking when the two of you return to work.

Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Kento Nanami

this has been in the drafts since at least February sorry about that guys hope y’all enjoyed 💜

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

four batboys + roy bc why not. five blurbs. five different threesomes. that’s it. pls note; any “her” or “she” pronoun refers to your friend. briefly implied ass eating for terry, courtesy of @dosiido

❧ bruce, well versed in handling more than one, finds it cute when you start to get a little jealous. it’s something you wanted to try since he’s so experienced, and he warns you that he has a playboy representation to keep, but he treats both of you with the same praise and pleasure and it drives you insane. bruce fucks you while he’s knuckles deep inside of your friend, apologizing for not fucking her, feeding her the same attention you’ve begged him for many times prior. she’s touching all over him, and god- he’s allowing it? there’s not love to it, of course, but it makes you sit up, just barely yanking him to greet his lips with yours, as if telling him to leave her fucking herself on his hand while you two indulge in each other. he’s charming all the while, cooing about how greedy you are, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care considering you’re the one taking bruce wayne to the hilt while wearing that expensive shiny stone on your ring finger.

❧ dick’s got you and your friend in bed for the sake of a little game; seeing who gets jealous of who first. just for fun, but it’s never acted upon until both of you have a motive after pissing each other off. now you’re both fighting to make the other envious. his idea, of course, but he can’t help the twitch in his brow while his head’s between your thighs and watching you tongue fuck her mouth the same way you do him. holding her face, moaning into her mouth and sucking on her tongue, and he can’t tell if he’s turned on by the obvious oral fixation or pissed off that it’s not his lips you’re biting. you’ve got the upper hand until things switch around, though- and suddenly listening to your boyfriend praise this chick for how good she takes his cock down her throat has you ready to rip her hair out.

❧ jason calls you crazy for even thinking he’d fuck anyone other than you, so it takes a tipsy snd somewhat blurred night for him to let you have fun. he makes it clear that it’s still a dumb idea, telling you not to feel bad when your friend gets blown off. you work around his devotion to you by simply tending to her yourself; moaning into her cunt and fucking yourself on jason’s cock while he zones in on your ass clapping against his pelvis. for just a moment you take after him by loving on her thighs and curling your dainty fingers up her pussy, making sure he doesn’t have to even acknowledge her so you can watch her moan for his attention while he’s enthralled in you. only downside is when jason avoids kisses, because he’ll gag at the taste of another woman on his tongue, and when there’s no tingly feeling to soften him up he takes note to fuck you senseless later for getting him into this.

❧ terry’s tempted to suggest this again, moaning as you kiss down his chest and abdomen while fucking his cock deeper into some other chick’s throat. it’s lazy and laid back, minus the disregard he has for her breath, but he’s never been any nicer to you anyway. terry’s antsy, though, eager to get you on your hands and knees with your pretty holes front and center while her head hangs over the edge of the bed. now his cock’s practically bulging out of her throat, and he’d be enjoying the sight if he weren’t burying his face in your pussy and between your asscheeks. poor girl’s got her makeup all types of fucked up because of your boyfriend, but his tongue drags up to prod at your ass and you feel bad for how quickly he’s got you writhing.

❧ roy’s the type of sleazy motherfucker that wants a girl riding him while she makes out with another girl. ass on full display while you roll your hips on top of him, all while your friend gropes and makes out with you. two pretty girls getting off on him, and he doesn’t even mind that you seem more into her than him because of how hot you two are together. or let him make out with your pretty cunt while you and her share his cock, sucking on the tip while she kisses at the base of it. he wants it nasty, spit and cum leaking between his legs while trails slick up his abdomen, just to make a memory.