hal jordan’s controversially young girlfriend

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[abortionlolita]

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• hal jordan

my will is unbreakable, you are the exception (18+)

i’m always, forever, running back to you (18+)

• roy harper

tell me how much you missed it (18+)

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• l. lawliet (death note)

you’re pervy but it gets me off (18+)

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[sugurusbadhabit]

mdni 18+ :: gn!reader

suguru has a habit of correcting your posture. a light palm between your shoulder blades to remind you to sit up straight when he sees you slouching. a finger under your chin, raising it slightly just to make you make eye contact with him when you've been staring at your phone for too long.

"good," he whispers when you do as directed.

it shouldn't be as hot as it is, until you remember that he does the same thing when he's slamming into you from behind. one hand on your hip, the other between your shoulders to angle your body just the way you both like it.

the same sweet praises fall like honey from his lips, "there it is," and "just like that." you can picture him with his head tipped back and his inky hair falling down his back as those deep, elongated groans that let you know just how good you're doing for him.

or, when you're in missionary and he tilts your head back with just one finger to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses over your throat. god forbid his teeth scrape the sensitive spots on the sides of your neck - he knows you're weak there and doesn't let up once he starts. he's made you cum like that more than once and is more than happy to do it over and over until you're begging him to stop.

so, if you start occasionally slouching on purpose, who could really blame you? if they knew the images of your husband that it conjured for you, their posture would suffer the same fate as yours just for a small taste of what you experience.

[abortionlolita]

What TikTok buzzwords are you talking about?

this is really old and i don’t exactly remember anymore but what i meant was clearly that dc men — particularly the older ones like bruce or hal are NOT using abbreviations and tiktok buzzwords. i don’t think i need to give examples. most of them DEFINITELY have auto caps on. they do not overuse emojis. bottom line is they text like millennials

[abortionlolita]

you’re pervy but it gets me off ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

content: perverted boss, shy/hesitant reader, masturbation, p in v, wedgie kink, creampie, pure filth, smut without much plot (?)

L. Lawliet is your disgustingly perverted boss whom you’re working under on the kira case. we don’t talk about the time you once used his bathroom and found his cum stained pants that he shamelessly left hanging on the hook rack. he probably meant for you to find it too. he doesn’t bother to even try and stay quiet when he’s jerking himself off in his room and will often do it in the headquarters during late hours at night when no one else is there, except he knows you’re lurking around. he’ll even moan your name out loud if he’s feeling extra brave. god knows the day he gets his hands on you he will not hold back.

and the day he finally does is when he catches you watching him pleasure himself, his head thrown back against the chair in front of his multiple monitor screens. beads of pre-cum leak from his swollen tip as his long pale fingers run up and down his flush cock. he suddenly stops mid stroke and calls you out, his voice low and sultry.

“you’ve been standing there and observing for about two minutes and twenty four seconds,” he announces, not even turning back to look at you, “i suppose you thought i didn’t see you there.”

you’re flustered, embarrassed, and above all, you’re flooding yourself in your fucking panties. maybe you’re just as much of a pervert as him, or maybe it’s the way you’ve always wondered what those cold, long fingers of his would feel like inside you, or how his grunts and whimpers would sound while you have your mouth around his cock.

he has a way of extracting the truth out of those around him, so naturally you couldn’t hide your strange sexual inclinations towards him and gave in. he’s a freak and a shameless pervert who’s ogled you around the workplace multiple times and as much as it gave you the chills, you found yourself getting moist recalling these instances when you went to bed each night.

“interesting,” he remarks, as he circles around you, “your body language tells me you’re almost as aroused as i am right now.”

he sits you down on his lap, sliding your panties to the side and the icy coldness of his fingers against your warm clit makes you flinch. he takes his sweet time with you, his fingers painstakingly slow as you push your hips against him, wanting, no, needing more.

before you can process it, your erect nipples are pressed against his chest as he’s stuffing you repeatedly with his lengthy, pale cock from below. his hands feel like they’re all over your body all at once, from your lush breasts to your hips, and then back to flicking and rubbing your sensitive clit.

he pulls out every now and then, tugging onto your panties from behind, as they ride up between your ass cheeks and up your pussy. he loves testing you like that, making you squirm at the friction and intense pressure of the wedgie he’s giving you as he pulls higher and higher, making you beg for him to stop, and he whispers the filthiest comments in your ear while he does.

L most definitely creampies you once he’s done. the freak has a breeding kink, are we even surprised? his thrusts start to get lazy and sloppy, you match his rhythm and bounce on it too as you feel his veins pulsating between your walls and it’s all too much to handle. his orgasm is never ending because he jizzes like a goddamn monster — the man’s always got his nose buried in some case, he barely gets time to relieve himself. he shoots months worth of built up cum up your pussy as you cry out his name, his hands tightly covering your mouth to muffle any noise to avoid raising concerns from your fellow co workers, not that L would care too much. your legs feel like putty wrapped around him as you ride out your high too, best believe he enjoys the way you clench around him and suck him in, panting and moaning your name repeatedly. it is so much better than jerking off by himself.

“what a lewd mess,” he coos, examining his seed dripping out of your pussy and onto his thighs. he runs his fingers along your slimy, slippery folds and brings his fingers to your mouth to make you taste the blissful mixture of your juices.

a/n: i wrote this based off of a dream i had last night.. teehee

[abortionlolita]

like i did not imagine this would do so well ❤️

[abortionlolita]

reading okay, bambi and i want to get married to jean kirstein right NOW

[reginaphalangelobster]

Explict/16+ - honestly tame lol, pillow talk with Butcher

"'at's m' girl/boy" He'd mutter "Take it s'good for me, m' perfect little cockslut, hm?"

You'd never be able to pin pillow talk with Butcher.

It depends on the kind of sex you were having. If it was hard and rough and nice 'n degrading, he'd be tired, holding you close to his chest, not bothering about cleaning up, face pressed against your neck.

He'd be disgustingly hot with how sleepy he is, voice slurred beautifully.

If it was a little slower, softer, rare, he'd lay across from you, the tiniest, genuine smile on his lips. Those are the moments when he'd let parts of himself show that were usually hidden far away. When he'd tell you he loves you and means it. When he's real.

He'd leave a kiss to your temple as you curl into him, voice heavy with him.

"Love ya, pet. Really do" You can barely hear him, that's how you know it's serious "Don' wanna lose ya, ever"

And even if you show no signs of even moving, he'd press his lips to your pulse, feel it thrum against him.

"Stay. Please"

And he doesn't just mean for the night.

[bat1nsignia]

never over you (requested! + nsfw) ex!hal jordan x fem!reader

mentions: hal jordan is your ex, fwb, reason as to why hal and reader broke up not specified, sexual frustration, LAAAAAAAACK of communication, masturbation, rough sex, riding, doggy, degrading, unprotected p in v, angst, comfort, tension!! (clap if ur shocked), comfort ish in the end, i feel like im missing some stuff sorry guys, read the request for more info!!! (i have been creaming my pants every 0.5 seconds whenever i thought about this request thank youuuu anon)

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when people break up with their ex, many things happen: a, they are not over them. b, they moved on. or c, they still continued to secretly fuck because with them, it was the best sex they’ve ever had in their lives— yeah, you and hal jordan chose option c

your relationship with hal was a moment when you truly felt happy and settled in your life. the late night movie marathons, the cuddles, the sex, everything was perfect. then, like good things happen, bad things also come— the arguments, the yelling, the conflicts, it was so much that both of you agreed to end it off normally when you ‘end it off’, it means that you don’t associate yourself with them anymore. yet a few months after your break up, and your fingers were already going under the band of your panties, murmuring hal’s name and imagining it was his fingers instead of yours. and the man was no better as he was often stuck in his room, a hand fisting on his cock while the other held his phone, a picture of you on the screen. he’d groan, imagining that it was your hands on his cock instead of his as his teeth that were holding onto the end of his shirt would grip hard onto the fabric

unfortunately, running into each other thanks to your group of friends wasn’t helpful either. hal wearing that leather jacket wasn’t helping you, and neither for hal when you wore those dresses that made him lose his breath. so when hal excused himself and said with a smile that he had to go, his eyes darted at you for a second longer before getting up and walking away. what was interesting was that he was taking the path that led to your apartment you knew what your ex meant by that. soon, you’d excuse yourself too and make up a random excuse before getting up and walking back home as well. and when you walked inside your apartment to see hal — his spare key that you forgot to take still in his hand— his lips immediately went onto yours and closed the door behind you

and that’s how this whole fiasco happened— you and hal, bodies on one another and hearts clenched with unspoken words.

sometimes, it would take place in hal’s apartment. 

“would you look at that? the great green lantern--” you slowly rolled your hips, hearing a groan come out from hal as you smirked and looked down at him. “—begging for more pussy” “i’m not beggi- fuuuck.” hal proved himself wrong, his cock fully nested in your pussy as your hips were purposely moving slow to get a reaction out of him.  “seems like you are” you bit your bottom lip to prevent your smirk from turning into a grin, watching the lust in hal’s eyes blow out. his hands were about to go to your waist, but you quickly pinned them up his head with both your hands “uh uh, highball” you clicked your tongue, and before hal could scowl and tell you to stop playing around, a guttural groan left his lips the moment he felt your hips roll deeper, feeling his cock bury more into your pussy for only a thrust. “you fucking tease” was what hal managed to say without stammering and your smirk slowly faltered, eyes darkening. “i see you like arguing, do you?” your hips started to pick up the pace, thrusting his cock going more deeper in your pussy than it already was. and hal just gave you a dazed grin. “i just like to state facts.” his eyes went down to your boobs in front of him, now moving with your movements before up at your eyes. “those words sound so sweet coming outta your mouth—“ “not—“ you said with a deep thrust. “—fucking—“ and another. “—sweet” and another. and soon, hal didn’t even try to silence his sounds as more moans were coming out from his lips, taking your hips and pussy just how you wanted him too other times, it would take place in your apartment “hows it going down there?” hal panted with a shit eating smirk, having your face buried in the pillows and your ass meeting his hips with each thrust, fucking his cock into you hard and rough “i fucking hate you hal-“ a muffled moan left your lips once more, feeling his cock brush past a certain spot that made your mouth gape into your pillow and your knuckles white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.

“you might hate me--“ hal spoke with a grunt, knocking his head back with his hands gripping tighter on your waist. “—but she doesn’t” and of course, he was talking about your pussy you tried to give him a comeback, anything, but your words were babbled onto your pillowcase as it was smeared with spit and tears. “fuck you” was the only words that were able to come out from your lips that weren’t a moan. and hal just brought his head back before leaning till your back hit his chest, whispering in your ear with that smug tone you hate. “you already are” both of you tell yourself that this was sex, nothing else. you guys met, kissed, fucked, and left before the other could awaken. the love that was previously between you and hal was gone, and this was just a matter of something physical— so you both tell yourselves after a night where hal was buried in you so deep your legs had been forced back, you got up from the bed with a small grunt, ignoring the numb feeling of your legs and picking up your clothes from the floor as the room smelled like sweat and sex— and something you kept pretending didn’t mean anymore. you bent down and grabbed your shirt from the floor, hoping to god that hal didn’t notice your slight limp, or he’d never stop talking about it the next time you met him. however, when you pulled your shirt over your head and felt your fingers automatically going to your neck, you froze— there was nothing your brows furrowed slightly, touching your collarbone again but slower this time as if to double check. but nothing, as your neck was empty.  “...wait” hal— who was halfway through pulling on his jeans behind you— barely glanced up at you. “what?” “my necklace” there was no reaction yet as hal looked at you confusingly “you know, the one i always—“ your fingers moved again but more frantic, tracing and feeling your skin as if it might magically reappear. “it’s not here” it probably just fell off.” hal said casually, but he was already stepping closer as his eyes flickered around the room. you were already crouching— scanning the floor, pushing aside discarded clothes, checking the sheets like it might’ve gotten tangled somewhere “no, it doesn’t just fall off” you muttered, feeling your voice tightening as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “the clasp is fine, i checked it like a week ago.” you dropped to your knees beside your bed, lifting the sheets and checking under the pillow nothing. the sight of the empty spaces made your breathing pick up, and hal noticed. “hey” he spoke, slower now. “it’s gonna be here somewhere” “it’s not” “you didn’t even—“ “i know my apartment, hal" you snapped, sharper than you meant as you turned to face him. “if it was here, i would have seen it” and there was silence as your response. you turned back and stood up, running a stressed hand through your hair and murmuring to yourself. “okay—okay, maybe i took it off earlier, maybe its in the bathroom.” bullshit, you never took it off you rushed out and hal followed. you checked the sink, the counter, the little dish where you sometimes left your jewelry— empty. and that made your stomach drop. “no” you whispered. “no, no, no—“ you pushed past hal again as you frantically rushed back into your room. you were opening drawers, checking places that made no sense— anything. “it’s not here” you murmured again, but now your voice was shaking. “it’s not here” hal just leaned against the doorframe, the sight of watching you spiral set something uneasy in his chest. “when’s the last time you remember having it?” he asked “i dont know!” you snapped. “i always have it, that’s the point! i don’t just-“ your voice began to crack. “—take it off.”

and that’s when it slowly clicked in for hal. “… you mean the one i gave you?” his words made you completely stop, your back still facing him and not daring to turn around. “…yeah” “you still kept it?” you didn’t respond. and hal noticed but nevertheless, straightened slightly and changed the topic. “then it’s definitely here, you never take that thing off.” he noticed the small cracks in your voice as you were murmuring to yourself on where you put it and where it was, and he didn’t like that view at all you turn around, your eyes beginning to glass with water. “i don’t know where it is” you whispered. and suddenly, this wasn’t just about a necklace. “hey—“ hal stepped closer, more cautious but it didn’t calm you down.

“i just noticed it now” you admitted, voice unsteady. “i didn’t even realize it was gone earlier, i just—" your hand came back up to your neck out of habit, as if expecting to feel it there. “—i went to touch it and it wasn’t there and now i don’t even know when i lost it—" your breath finally hitched. “i don’t know where it could be.” and that hits him harder than he expected, because this—him— is still the place you go when things fall apart, even if you both pretend it’s just sex. “it’s okay” hal reassured you softly. “we’ll find it.” but his words didn’t do the job as you shook your head immediately. “no, we won’t” you said. “i’ve already checked everywehre”

“you could’ve missed something” “i didn’t” a beat “i didn’t, hal” your voice was now thin and silence stretched before your chest rose and fell unevenly. “it’s gone.” you let out a shaky laugh, but it fell apart halfway through. “god, that’s so stupid.” “it’s not stupid” “it is. its just a necklace, please lose things all the time-“ “it wasn’t just a necklace” and that made your eyes flicker up to him. “…don’t” you warned quietly, but hal didn’t listen. he never did. “it wasn’t” he added “don’t do that” you snapped, voice now sharpened and defensive. “don’t suddenly act like it meant something when—“ “it did mean something” “then why didn’t we?” and there it was, the real problem. the thing that has been sitting under every late night hookup, every sharp comment and every absence— now brought into the light in your argument, like good old times

hal’s jaw tightened. “that’s not the same thing” and his words made you laugh bitterly. “isn’t it? because from where i’m standing, it kinda feels like it is.” shaking your head, you slightly back away and was still processing your lost necklace in your head. “i lost it” you spoke, but quieter and mostly to yourself. “and it just—“ your voice wavered for a minuted. “—it felt like i lost the last piece of when we were actually…good.” your words hung in the air because of how hard it hit.

“and i didn’t even realize i still cared that much” you admitted, eyes dropping to the floor. “and now it’s gone and i can’t get it back and—“

your voice broke and instead of holding back tears, you just simply let go, a tear sliping down your cheek before another one followed. “hey” this made hal step fowards immediately. “hey, come here—“ “no” you shook your head, even as your voice crumbled. “i’m fine—" “you’re not fine” “i am—" “you’re not” and that made every last bit of your composure snap. “i can’t find it!” you choked out, feeling the frustration, hurt and anger all at once. “i can’t find it and it’s stupid and i shouldn’t care but i do and i hate that i do because it was just supposed to be something small and now it feels like i lost you all over again—" immediately, you realized your tongue slipped and froze. hal didn’t move for a second and then, he closed the distance— fast. his hands came up to your arms, grounding and steadying you. “hey. hey-look at me” you didn’t want to, but you did. and yeah— you were wrecked. “it’s not gone like that” hal spoke quietly “you don’t know that” “i do” “how? you can’t just-“ “because i’m still here” now that made your breath hitch. “i didn’t disappear” he continued, but softer now. “we just… messed things up.” and that made you let out a weak, broken laugh. “that’s one way to put it” “yeah” he huffed quietly. “big understatement” a moment of silence “i thought this—“he gestured between you and him. “—was easier. keeping it like this.” and if you were honest, so did you. “yeah” you whispered. “me too” “but it’s not, it’s just avoiding the real problem” you flickered your eyes up at his. “which is?” hal stopped, hesitating to say it but saying it anyway. “that i still—“ he stopped before exhaling and trying again. “that i didn’t stop caring about you.” the words sounded so simple yet carried so much weight, enough weight to make you catch your breath. “hal…” “i know” hal quickly said. “i know this is bad timing, and we’re a mess, and this is probably the worst way to figure this out but-“ you silenced his lips by kissing him, not teasing or cocky or angry like it usually was ever since your breakup. it was desperate, messy, needing, the type of kiss you’ve been secretly craving for ages ever since you two broke up. his hands instantly came up to your face, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for that— like he needed it too you pulled back, foreheads pressed together and breathing unevenly on one another. “this doesn’t fix anything” you whispered “i know” “we’re still a disaster” “yeah” then, a pause dragged on before you faintly nodded your head. “…okay.” and it just made hal nod back and echoed your words. “okay” before pulling you back to taste your lips once more. and this time when he kissed you, it wasn’t about wanting. it was about not wanting to lose each other-- even when both of you weren’t sure how to fix it, even if everything was still messy— you were still here, both of you. and for the first time in a while, this actually felt like something worth holding onto

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(a/n: i wrote the smut part with slow down by chase atlantic playing and played come thru by her during the angst part and wow 10/10 experience also guys dont do this with ur ex unless hes hal jordan ty)

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[kageyuh]

nerd! | ☆ nerd!armin arlert x reader (nsfw)

cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain

nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.

drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.

just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.

armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.

"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"

you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.

you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.

a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.

"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.

"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."

you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.

"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.

suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"

you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."

raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."

he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."

armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.

his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.

"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."

he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!

you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.

he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."

with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.

he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.

you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.

he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.

you were definitely going to schedule another session.

"call me if you need another lesson."

you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.

Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).

[polkayeti]

nerd armin hc's! art by musapylsa on tt/twt

cw for implied public sex, lots of biting, + tongue piercing, somnophilia NONCON(nsfw)

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the type of guy to wait when your classes are over. he would loiter in the hallways , the jocks and popular kids brushing past him as he fixes his glasses, holding science books to his chest as he fiddled with his phone - checking your schedule.

he's a creeper, a stalker. as far as you were concerned, you always saw him hangout with his two friends, eren, mikasa and some other folks, jean..sasha?...connor? wait no, connie!

you would sometimes catch him staring way too long, eyes always on you and when you finally notice, he would blink and fix his glasses, a knuckle raising to arrange it on his face.

he would "accidentally" drop something on the ground if he was ever randomly beside you, and he knows how nice of a person you are, so you pick up whatever he dropped and he just smiles inwardly, checking you out from the back with zero to no shame.

the type to literally take pictures of you secretly and masturbate the fuck out of them the moment he's home.

"o...ohh...ahnn.." his hand fists his cock aggressively, throwing his head back as he whimpers, thighs shaking as he finally comes down, cum dribbling down his fingers.

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another thing about him is he owns porn magazines, he stashes them away under his bed and fantasizes all the girls on the pages are you.

he would full on hump the covers, his pillow just to imagine some type of body underneath his, squeezing and moaning like a dog in heat, his brain can only think of one thing and that's you.

other times when he's not ejaculating, he talks about you to his other online friends when he games.

"they're so...h-hot..like.." he says in the microphone, grinning ear to ear as he talks about you in excruciating detail.

the guys on the other side would either cheer him on or snicker at his desperation, "woah..dude, did you like, jack off to them or something??" typical. they wouldn't get it.

"s-something like that." armin bites his lip, finishing the game and logging off.

obsessive crush behavior

this man is always on his phone/laptop so for sure he's got some online stalking habits you're not aware of at all.

he analyzes all of your old posts, every story and event you've been to, and even have them memorized in case you ever talked to him.

+ he's probably the type to over intercept basic kindness as 'romantic interest', "they smiled at me! they must want me!"

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random stuff he does

• compliments you in an awkward, creepy sort of way, "hey....y-your collarbones are pretty.." then he'd mentally face palm thinking about how miserably bad he is at flirting.

• stares at you wayyy too long for any normal person, a hand on his chin as his eyes hyper-analyze your movements, then panics when he gets caught.

• brings up painfully niche hyperfixations and info dump people about it, (comics, anime, gaming) and they would have NO clue what he would be talking about LMFAOO

• does that nervous push glasses thing, how? uses his middle finger to nudge the bridge of his glasses up. he's particularly nervous when you finally speak to him or is around him suddenly.

if you're in a relationship

he's actually ecstatic, finally having you all to himself, that means he could do whatever he wanted right?

he's willing to share and do everything with you, from sharing his clothes, to showering, sleeping in the same bed. all of it.

the type to just touch you all over. hugs and cuddles you, kisses your neck and bites the same spot he touched with his mouth.

only for you to have tons of red bruises littering your skin the next day.

• doesn't let you go until you really beg him to let you go.

"i won't even be that long... seriously." you say, waiting for a response , only for your boyfriend to glare at you albeit a little pouty.

"...f...fuck. you can't just leave me here, i want your attention too."

he nervously plays with the ends of his sleeves, drawing the cloth over his knuckles and fiddling with it.

sometimes you couldn't help but feel bad, even though there was nothing to feel bad about.

"...fine. i'll stay.. okay?" you nod defeated, reaching out for him to hug his head to your tummy.

he immediately reciprocates, pressing his face into your torso and inhaling deep.

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sometimes in public, he would drag you to a small spot where he swears no one goes to, and just grinds his body over yours, just to get some friction.

making out with you is his favorite activity, besides fucking the shit outta you at home.

he grinds and grabs your everything, hands all over your ass, squeezing as he bites the inner corner of your neck, sucking the skin until he's satisfied with the new colour.

you feel the cool metal of his piercing lave over your hot skin and you whine for him to stick it in you already.

• WOULD make you suck him off under the seat of his desktop space WHILE gaming.

he's so nasty he doesn't even hide it, "hey?! can i get an assist? cmon!" someone online yells into the microphone , he's pretty skilled with using the keyboard with only one hand, so he easily guides your head with his fingers rooted into your scalp and helps bob your mouth just right until he feels his cock twitch, eventually cumming inside and you have to swallow it.

he tries so hard to hide his little huffs of satisfaction, wryly grinning as he sees your cum painted face under the seat.

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has this 'habit' he's never told you about.

whenever you would sleep before him in your shared bed , he would climb over you and just go to town. removing each layer of your clothes, and leaves you vulnerable in your underwear, spreads your legs open and makes you cum in your sleep.

you involuntary shiver when you feel his tongue lave over your hole, his fingers playing over where you're most sensitive and coat his tongue in your juices.

'how are you not waking up?' a few sleeping pills dumped into your drink earlier must've did the trick. he wouldn't tell you though, or you'll probably, seriously hate him.

and that was the last thing he wanted. besides..he's got you all to himself now!

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+ note this fanart literally revived the aot fandom idc i had to write something. link to the art! link 2

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might drop out of uni to focus on my dc boys x reader tumblr blog

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The chronically online Gen Z language used in text stories is just aave/ebonics :/

yeah so that’s not what i was talking about, i was referring to the lack of autocaps, excessive use of emojis Gen Z typically uses, and the use of tiktok buzzwords. like why are Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne texting like snapchat wyll warriors

[abortionlolita]

personal pet peeve of mine is dc text posts where grown ass superhero men are typing like chronically online gen z teenagers

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[truestaim]

hal calling college reader a pet name while he fucks her

nothing about hal screams "perfect gentleman"; he's crass, vulgar, and obvious about his attraction, almost to the point of embarrassing you. bambi, it was a stupid nickname, he started it when you first met, something about your drunken stumbling reminding him of a little deer, and it never stopped.

even now, in the back of his truck, his pants pulled down just enough for him to fuck you, your skirt flipped up and panties torn, he can't stop himself. "c'mon bambi, fuck me back...you got it." he groans whe you back up onto him, his palm coming rougher than needed. "fuck, that's it... 's all yours, take what you want bambi... good fucking girl"

btw, he keeps your panties in his glovebox.

[abortionlolita]

my heart did a flip

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touch yourself to me ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

content: ex boyfriend!dick grayson, masturbation, oral, dick grayson’s sexual fantasies

ex boyfriend!dick grayson who definitely gets his fair share of game, except nothing has hit the same ever since the two of you broke up. the man admittedly has never had the same level of sexual chemistry with any woman he’s been with after you. you think he’s moved on and probably doesn’t give you a second glance, but the truth is he might have caught himself leaking through his pants that one night with his balls so blue he could practically bust in his underwear.

he can’t stop thinking about that story you posted earlier with your low cut top, cleavage peaking out unintentionally, how plump your lips looked and how you have the worst case of blowjob eyes. he can’t stop tossing and turning in bed — until his restraint gives up and he picks his phone off the side table. he knows he shouldn’t do this, but his aching won’t suffice until he’s released all that months worth of pent up tension down there. he reopens your instagram story, burying all lingering thoughts of shame and self resentment down as he pulls his boxers down, the cold breeze blessing the skin of his very erect dick springing out into his hand.

he pictures your mouth swathed around his cock, tears welling in your eyes at the constant jabbing of his tip against the inside of your throat. he’s almost at war with the guilt erupting within him, but with the photo of you on his screen paired with the lewd slideshow of imagery in his head of you adorned in your signature pink lacy underwear, tongue swirling around his swollen flush tip, he can’t help it.

the funny part is — this definitely isn’t the first time. there’s been times where he found himself rock hard in the shower, rubbing one out but all he can think about in the moment is you. porn doesn’t cut it. he could go out get a one-night stand but it’s never the same because it’s just not you. something about you alone just turns him on in a way no one else has. the way the two of you’s kinks and preferences complemented each other’s, the way your body responded to his touch and his to yours, the way you sounded each time you uttered his name in the unholiest circumstances. god, he’s afraid he might never get to feel that way again.

so he strokes himself, leaning against the wall, head thrown back as he pictures you bent over, back arched like a porn star with your head turned and your eyes locked with his. with each stroke he imagines his hand is your intoxicating pussy, picturing how your ass would slap against his hips with each thrust. he groans, involuntarily moaning your name under his breath — repeatedly, as his strokes gain momentum. oh what he’d give up to be able to fill that pussy of yours up again.

thick white ropes splatter directly onto the screen of his phone, as he releases with a loud groan of your name slipping through his tongue like a sinful prayer. he pants, chest heaving up and down as he rakes his hand through his hair, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

dick mentally curses himself for “violating” you like that, all the while you’re probably in bed too, doing the exact same thing but to his photos.

[abortionlolita]

okay so i LOVED your writing for L, i was wonderingggg if you could write another one about L stalking the reader suspecting her to be kira. when he gets confirmation instead of arresting her he kidnaps and uses whatever means necessary ;) to get more info.

THANK YOU!! i really wanna write this and might do so soon (uni has me so occupied 💔)

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so highschool ౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

pairing: dick grayson x reader

summary: your highschool sweetheart aka your first love shows up at your doorstep on the night of your birthday.

content: ex boyfriend!dick grayson, romantic tension, bittersweet, reader’s birthday, kinda sappy :(

word count: 2.4k

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sometimes you catch yourself thinking about how strange it is that you can co-exist with someone from your past in the same, worn out city that appears to be huge (that is in essence pretty small) and yet never run into each other — not at the grocery store, not even at the park. it’s like they’ve gone poof.

tonight, however, held no space for such mundane thoughts. it was your 21st birthday, a special one to say the least — yet here you were scraping mac and cheese remains off the inside of your bowl with a mismatched plastic spoon, splayed over the couch during what is probably your third rewatch of after sunrise. what’s so special about bar hopping and drinking your guts out on birthdays anyway, when you could just be spending quality time with yourself? perhaps you were just salty your birthday plans got rescheduled to the day after because most of your friends were busy.

screw that, you were having a blast either way, because nothing could dull the ache of being alone on your birthday night than the warm gooey goodness of instant mac and cheese. you’d die on that hill, you gaslight yourself.

your eyes dart to the door as the bell suddenly rings. the digital clock on the side table by your couch reads 12:27 am.

you’re blank, yet intrigued. your friends are spending the holidays with their families, so it’s pretty unlikely for any of them to show up at your doorstep at this ungodly hour.

you scramble out of the comfort of your warm lounge sofa, opening the door to reveal the tall, lean figure of a familiar dark haired man you haven’t seen in god knows how many years.

his piercing blue gaze settles onto you causing the hair on your skin to grow erect and your pulse shoot up like it used to once before.

there’s no way.

instead of your heart sinking, you feel it rise to your throat and your body freezes as the familiar, musky and clean scent of his curls into your senses. it’s fresh, like detergent and aquatic cologne — just slightly mature and woodsy this time but it still makes you feel ditsy like it always did.

“hey.”

you gulp, frozen in your stance as he stands there, dick grayson, your high school sweetheart holding a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of what seems to be baked goods in the other.

and from what it looks like, he’s pretty nervous himself given that butterfly inducing crooked half-smile on his face and the ticking of his jaw.

“happy birthday, pumpkin,” he managed, with a small shrug.

you feel your lips curve into a smile before you fully process his presence. the sense of nostalgia and hesitation collectively overwhelms you, but it’s not enough to hold you back from gravitating towards him.

you pause, swallowing the hesitation as you automatically lean into a hug, like it’s muscle memory.

“thank you, dick, wha-“ you shake your head,

pulling apart as you realise you embraced him a little too long, “what are you doing here?”

“i.. well, i wasn’t sure you’d be home. i’m glad you are though, it was a long walk,” he smiled, handing you the flowers.

you hesitate a little before you reach out to accept the gifts he got you, a dozen baby breaths and light pink carnations. he remembers.

“do you want to um-“

“yeah, of course,” he interrupts, as you gesture for him to come in.

“blueberry cream cheese, your favourite,” he mentions, setting down the box of cupcakes on your coffee table as the two of you settle down on the carpeted floor, backs against the couch.

“this is really sweet, dick — gosh. but i don’t understand, why?” you’re confused as much as you’re amazed, because for your ex who you had to go into no contact with to be able to even move on from back then, to show up tonight with your favourite things, wishing you a happy birthday felt nothing short of a warm and silly dream.

“i just happened to remember,” he smiled, possibly deflecting your question, “i hope you like the flowers, i remember you used to hate on roses.”

“i do, of course i do,” you lift the bouquet and take a deep whiff at the fragrance of the carnations, noticing a small note almost buried within the flowers.

“oh,” you coo, he tenses a little as you unfold the note.

happy 21st, pumpkin. i appreciate you so much for giving me some of the best years of my life, hell, i don’t think i’d be the person i am if i never met you. people always say you’ll miss the memories more than the person but you’re someone i’ll always miss.

sincerely,

dick

you feel warmth ooze out of your heart as you go over the last line, tracing a finger along the curves of his lettering — his handwriting hadn’t quite changed one bit. a laugh slips out before you can stop yourself, you feel.. giddy. his words buzz inside your head for a moment, feeling loaded and sincere.

throughout your relationship the two of you were operating on the same wavelength — two best friends who just happened to be foolishly in love. dick always put you on the highest pedestal. he saw you as someone who could do no wrong, and every wrong that you did he’d justify, in fact, he’d defend you and cherish you till the ends of the earth and each time you fucked up he’d always forgive you.

things were perfect — too perfect, and all perfect things come to an end. so did your relationship with him eventually as you both went off to different colleges and to be fair, you weren’t the most stable partner. still, somehow, despite the petty arguments the two of you had and all the rough patches you went through, each time you look back at it you can only think of the good times.

dick fidgets against the rug, eagerness flickers across his face as to how you might react to his note.

“i really appreciate you too, dick,” you breathily chuckle, looking up at him. relief washes over his face as he relaxes into the couch.

“i hope i didn’t come off too strong,” he says, rubbing the back off his neck.

“you ask me that now? what about when you first confessed to liking me?” you joke, an attempt to lightening the tension between you two.

“you weren’t exactly subtle about your feelings either,” he adds, flashing his signature grin. the one that gave you raging butterflies in your gut every single time.

you laugh involuntarily, because that’s all you can do to ground yourself in the moment, to let out the entrapped giddiness out of your body.

“hey,” he retorts, fake offended, “why do you keep laughing at me?”

“it’s just.. it’s crazy, that’s all,” you smile, looking at him again, “i really thought you hated me dick.”

your confession hangs between the two of you for a beat as you hear him sigh.

you did believe he hated you, because the minute you two broke up he never looked back. part of you knew he wouldn’t, and maybe it was simply because he had way too much discipline to do that to himself or to you.

“i never hated you,” he half-whispered, like a revelation.

your eyebrows furrow, something short of relief washing over your face.

“i was just.. confused,” he admits, “i was trying to heal when everything felt unfair. the way we abruptly ended, the way you tried to stay friends but i just couldn’t. i never saw you as just a friend. you knew i always wanted you as way more than that.”

the corner of your mouth straightens, almost into a smile, fiddling with the lid of the box of cupcakes, pulling one out and tearing off the wrapper. the scent of blueberries and warm vanilla cake curls up into the room.

“i’m sorry for trying to play it off like that in the end,” you say, licking excess frosting off of your index finger, “i guess i was just trying to damage control?”

“some damage control,” he chuckles.

“shut up,” you grin back.

the room goes quiet again for a beat as you both wallow in the confessions that were made, ease spreading through your minds knowing there wasn’t, and isn’t any ill-will between the two of you.

“i did get your email last year,” dick breaks the short lived silence, also digging into one of the cupcakes.

“what email-“ you swallow the last of the bit of cake down, “wait.”

dick simple nods, raising his eyebrows, waiting for it to click.

“you did not!” you yell, your face heating up from the embarrassment rushing through your nerves.

“i did,” he shrugs, “gotta say i was touched. you could’ve called, texted, but you chose email.”

“for the record, i was crashing out that day and i was very much drunk,” you scramble to justify yourself, “so don’t go there okay?”

“fine, i won’t,” almost choking as he laughs, throwing his head back against the couch, “but it was pretty endearing. for a moment i thought you wanted me back.”

“hey, don’t get ahead of yourself,” you joked, “i was just in a tough place and needed someone. and i missed you.”

your voice dips on the last part, as you look down.

his expression shifts from teasing to understanding. dick inches closer to you, unconsciously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “well if it weren’t for the girl i was seeing at the time, i would’ve totally emailed you back.”

“a girl huh? what happened to ‘i’ll never fall for anyone after you’?” you teasingly snap.

“when did i say i was in love with her? besides, what happened to ‘i’ll never leave you dick’?” he just as immediately snaps back.

“okay, low blow,” you almost choke on cream cheese frosting, punching his side.

he pats your back, as you cough, half-laughing at your silly little banter that took you right back to the old days. when you’d talk too much while eating and end up choking, and he’d end up having to rub your back as you chugged down some water.

“you good now?” he asks, and you can’t help but admire the slight creases around his cobalt eyes and his heaven sent dimples that form when he’s smiles like that — like he’s amused, almost mesmerised.

tingles and heat emerge in your chest at the familiar warmth of his touch, against your back as he’s almost cradling you now, your faces inches apart. and for a second it feels like he’s going to kiss you, hell, you almost find yourself leaning in.

but that’s just muscle memory, so you stop yourself in time.

you lightly pull away, taking a mental note of how funny it is that there was a time keeping your hands off of each other for longer than a minute felt like war. and now here you were, the two of you, sitting with enough distance between yourselves it could fit a good pile of memories the two of you share.

and what’s sick if that he kissed you right then, you would’ve probably let him.

you quickly brush the thought away, tearing the wrapper off another cupcake, scooping up a mound of frosting off of it and straight into your mouth.

“still got a sweet tooth, huh?” he comments, breaking a piece off from your cupcake and chucking it in his mouth.

“take your own!” you retort, shielding it.

“always so stingy,” dick pokes your side and you flinch.

“don’t make me recall all the times you stole my fries despite ordering your own,” you roll your eyes.

laughter settles between the two of you as you reminisce. you talk about everything — from the times you’d call him late at night and he’d wake up from his sleep to help you study for some stupid test, to the times you two would sneak out to meet past curfew and get dessert and make out in his car.

the air grows less cold and punishing, and more pleasant and warm — within it mixed the fresh aquatic scent of him, sugar and nostalgia.

for a moment it feels like you’re seventeen again, eating cupcakes on your apartment floor like it’s the most casual occurrence, like it’s routine.

but it’s not, it’s something out of a dream you probably had during the nights you fell asleep weeping in bed, clinging to his t-shirt after the two of you broke up.

you don’t notice the hands of your clock tick, the passing of each hour as the two of you talk and resurface every memory to the point you’ve probably relived your entire teenage in one night.

and when you’re almost out of instances to recall, dick shifts closer. his stare is intense, yet soft. almost like he’s saying he doesn’t want to leave, not yet, but he must because otherwise he might not be able to.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth briefly. your heart does a somersault and your breath hitches as he lifts his hand, only for you to exhale when he brings his fingers towards your mouth to wipe away frosting from the corner of your lips.

“i better get going,” he says, after a pause.

“yeah,” your voice rises an octave, as you quickly glance over to the clock, seeing as it is almost dawn, “um, it’s late.”

neither of you move.

he opens his mouth to say something but decides otherwise.

“i’m glad you came, dick,” you exhale, turning towards him again, “it was spontaneous, but i appreciate it. i appreciate you.”

“i know. i just.. i was contemplating whether i should or shouldn’t, so alfred pushed me to show up. i was nervous as shit,” he lets out a huff, looking back at you.

“alfred huh?”

“yeah, he said it’s been a while and it’d be alright by now to take a step like that,” he adds, “and well, i wanted to.”

“thank you, dick,” you smile, lifting your hand to place it above his on the floor.

you walk him to the door, and for a moment you two linger at the frame.

“happy birthday, love,” he says, — the mention of your old pet name gnawing at your chest just a little.

and before you know it, the night’s over, streaks of light from the sunrise peaks through your curtains with dick now long gone. and you — you’re still on the floor, head resting against the couch, staring at the cake crumbs across the coffee table and the empty spot beside you. and somewhere along your mental debrief of what just happened — you fall asleep, his scent still clinging to the air around you, wishing it didn’t.

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a/n: can y’all tell how self indulgent this is (based on what happened on my birthday last month btw ❤️) i could’ve poured my SOUL into this but i’ve gotten so busy cause of uni <\3