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[annaevermore]

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[annaevermore]

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[annaevermore]

Same Damn Time

Paring: Jason Todd x fem!reader x Roy Harper

Summary: Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time. (3.3k)

Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, mentions of alcohol, before you ask, yeah, they kiss, use of pet names, hair pulling, fingering, we're going to paris with this one, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, unprotected p in v, cum play/eating, tiny bit of degradation, overstimulation

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!

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The heat is curling around your bodies like a humid weighted blanket and the only sources of lighting are the warm streetlights casting shadows inside the safe house from the nearby street.

All three of you are sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing while drinking the beers you had brought with you as an apology for showing up unannounced.

Your relationship with Jason and Roy is hazy at best. The most logical description would be coworkers — doesn't matter whether said job is a conventional one or not. But that word doesn't seem nearly enough to contain all of the times you patched them up as they wordlessly looked at you with a strange look on their faces, or the drunken kisses you shared, separately and always forgotten by the next morning.

The conversation reaches its natural end, and neither of you are in a rush to fill the silence with some useless small talk. The night is not a silent one anyway. Cars keep driving by, mixing the sound of tires on wet asphalt and muffled music with the usual sirens that are never really quiet in a city like Gotham.

You lean back, further pressing your back against the couch, and tilt your head back, staring at the moisture stain on the white ceiling. Your hands are still busy trying to peel off the label on the dewy bottle, and you're thankful for the distraction.

Despite remaining silent, your mind is anything but. You will later try to blame it on the alcohol, or the tiredness, or maybe even the stress, but the next words come out of your mouth before your mind has time to process them.

"Have you guys ever... You know..."

The sentence is accompanied by a vague hand gesture which you yourself don't really know what is supposed to mean.

You can feel two pairs of eyes setting on your form as soon as you open your mouth, and the tickling sensation that follows is certainly not something to dwell on later.

"No, I don't, actually," Roy says, and you can hear the smirk on his face in his voice, a sound that has become so familiar without you even realizing.

A groan escapes your lips as you lift your head. When you meet their eyes you immediately regret your decision, wishing you had kept avoiding eye contact.

"I mean, have you ever- umm. How can I say this properly?" you ask yourself, mostly. "Have you ever blown off some steam? Physically. With each other."

The silence that follows makes you wish the earth would just swallow you whole, but the words that are spoken next are no better.

"You're asking if we ever fucked?"

Jason doesn't seem particularly shaken by your question as he replies. In fact, there's a hint of amusement in his tone, which you're sure is also shared by Roy.

"...Did you?" you murmur, unsure where the conversation might lead to.

"Yeah, like, a couple of times," Roy replies nonchalantly, scratching the back of his neck in a way that makes his bicep look edible.

Your eyes move back to your hands, unsure on what to do with that information, or the fact that they were so willing to give it to you.

"What? Are you jealous, princess?"

The pet name Jason had been using ever since that night when you met the pair makes your body feel even warmer than the humid summer heat surrounding you. Despite that, you force yourself to form a reply.

"What?" you retort, meaning to sound indignant, but landing on a sputtering mess instead. "I- What? No, I'm not... Just curious, that's all."

The lie is thick, almost choking you, and the shared look between the two men only makes it worse.

Why did you open your mouth in the first place? What were you trying to accomplish anyway?

"Aww," the redhead coos, "look at our girl. Flustered and all."

They had never referred to you as that — as theirs — or at least, they had never done it in front of you, but the heat pooling in your lower belly is certainly not unpleasant.

"Do you need that?"

"Uh?"

At the sight of your pretty face plastered with confusion and embarrassment, Jason adds, "To blow off some steam. Do you need that?"

Your eyes move from one man to the other, and they can read in your gaze that you're considering it, despite everything in you mind screaming at you that this is not a good idea.

"Come on, doll. Don't go all shy on us now," Roy teases you. "We can make you feel real good, right Jay?"

The other man simply hums, but you suspect that his confidence is just a facade, and he's just as nervous as you are.

There are two roads in front of you now: you can either decline or accept their offer. You know that whatever your decision might be, they would never hold it against you. The only problem is, you want to accept —really, really bad — and you shouldn't, because there would be consequences.

As you keep pondering your options, their eyes never move from you. That's how they immediately realize you've made up your mind.

"We're gonna need to hear you say it first, sweetheart," Jason says, trying to hide his own nervousness.

A moment goes by.

"I want to blow off some steam. With you."

Roy's mouth curls into a satisfied grin as he motions for you to get closer. You set aside the empty bottle and crawl in his direction. Once you're sitting in front of him, he pats his thighs, silently asking you to sit on his lap.

You comply, and the feeling of his toned legs underneath you makes heat rise up to your face. While one of his hands remains planted behind him to support his weight, the other tentatively reaches your face and cups your jaw.

Your eyes fall to his lips and he gets the message, pulling your closer and kissing you. At first the movements are unsure and the rhythm isn't smooth, but quickly you fall into a dance you had rehearsed long ago, despite pretending it had never happened the following morning.

Both of you are so lost in it that you don't hear Jason coming up behind you. You only realize as he moves your hair out of the way to gently kiss your neck. They're just small pecks at first, but once he eases into it, they become open mouthed kisses alternated with some bites, quickly soothed by his tongue.

Roy's hand moves from your face to your waist, before sliding down to your ass and squeezing. The sensation makes you let out a sigh, and he takes advantage of it by sliding his tongue inside your mouth.

As the kiss turns messy and hungry, Jason begins groping your tits, gently moving his fingers over your clothed nipples. The feeling of the two men's touches makes you clench your thighs.

It only gets worse once you break the kiss to catch your breath, and Roy and Jason start making out with you still sitting on the redhead's lap. The sight is obscene in the best way possible, making you move your hands from where they had been previously resting on Roy's shoulder. You place one hand on each of the two men's heads and begin to guide the kiss, feeling your own wetness begin to drench your underwear.

Jason's hands in the meantime move to the waistband of your pants, making you shiver at the sensation of him playing with it, before sliding one hand past it. A moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of his rough digits feeling your needy cunt over the wet panties.

He smiles into the kiss, and without breaking it completely he pants against Roy's lips, "Shit, you should feel how wet she is right now."

The redhead smirks after biting Jason's lower lip, and, while sneaking a glance in your direction, teases, "Oh, yeah? Does it turn you to see us make out, pretty girl?"

Your mouth opens to reply, but no words come out after Jason pushes your panties to the side and gathers some of your wetness to bring it to your clit.

The neediness in the sounds you start making as he begins to play with the bundle of nerves should embarrass you, but the sensation is too good for you to care.

Your hold on their hair tightens when Jason slips two fingers inside you, but the whine you were about to let out gets swallowed by Roy's mouth as he starts to kiss you again.

Jason's motions are careful at first, trying to get your cunt to ease around his fingers, but once you get used to it, the slow movement aren't enough anymore.

"Please Jay," you whine, breaking the kiss with Roy just to look at the other man with glassy eyes and pouty lips.

"Does our girl need more, uh? You're such a needy girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Roy says, sounding so condescending you might have punched him in the face if Jason's fingers didn't feel so good inside you.

"P-Please," you sigh, trying to move your hips to meet Jason's movements.

"Don't worry, princess. Jaybird is going to take real good care of you."

As if on cue, Jason's fingers start moving faster, and his other hand begins to massage your puffy clit. In the meantime, Roy starts kissing your neck and leaving marks you're going to have an hard time justifying tomorrow, but all you can focus on right now is how good your boys are making you feel.

The coil in your lower belly tightens, and the sound of your moans mixed with the squelching noise of Jason fingering you fills the otherwise silent safe house.

"Oh, fuck- I'm close," you whine, gripping your boys' hair even harder as you close your eyes, basking in the pleasure of the moment.

Your orgasm washes over you, and for a moment everything else seems to disappear. You tired body slumps onto Roy's as Jason carefully slides his fingers out of your cunt.

They're covered in your arousal, glistening even in the poorly lit room, but before you can process anything, Jason moves his hand near Roy's mouth. Without being told anything, he parts his lips and starts licking Jason's fingers clean.

"Fuck, you taste so good sweetheart," Roy basically moans, moving his free hand to grip the other man's wrist, vigorously sucking and licking his digits.

The sight alone turns you on even more — if that's even possible — and both of them can definitely tell by the size of your pupils.

"C'mere, doll. Taste yourself," Roy murmurs before burying a hand in your hair and crashing your lips together.

The taste of your juices on his tongue is inebriating, so much so that the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Jason's hands on your body, trying to pull down your underwear and your pants in a single motion.

Roy angles your body to help the other man, and momentarily breaks the kiss to take off your shirt as well, leaving you completely bare in front of the two still fully clothed men.

"Your turn, now," you tease them with a hungry glint in your eyes.

They comply with your request, quickly getting rid of their own clothes, throwing them on the floor without a care in the world, solely focused on what they're going to do to you next.

Jason takes your hand gently, and walks to the couch, making sure you follow behind him. It only takes a few steps for you to feel Roy's hand land on your ass with a loud smack, and when you turn your head to glare at him, he simply smirks and walks past you, settling in the couch.

His legs are spread wide enough for you to settle between them. Behind you, you can feel the warmth of Jason's body, as he places on hand on you shoulder and applies some gentle pressure, making you kneel.

The rug makes the landing easier on your knees, but even if it weren't the case, the discomfort would have been worth it considering how close your face is to Roy's cock.

The tip is already red and leaking with precum — the pretty moans you were making earlier were enough to turn him on. Unable to wait any longer you wrap your hand around the hilt and begin to pamper the throbbing tip with some kitten licks.

The reaction is immediate: Roy moans obscenely, throwing back his head, and reaching for your scalp, resting his hand there.

As you continue with your ministration, Jason's big hands settle on your hips, aligning them with his own aching cock. After gathering some of your wetness with his tip, he slowly buries himself inside your tight cunt.

While Jason's thrusts get faster, you finally wrap your lips around Roy's dick, careful not to use your teeth. Your hand keeps moving at the base, covering what you can't reach with your mouth.

The vibrations of the moans Jason is getting out of you only make the experience better for the redhead, who has started to guide your movements with the hand tangled in your hair.

"That's it," he groans, "sucking me so good while getting fucked like a slut."

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as your walls flutter around Jason's cock, buried deep inside you.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Behind you, the grip on your hips tightens enough to leave behind some bruises, and before you know it, thick ropes of cum flood your cunt.

You stop sucking Roy's dick to turn around and glance at Jason. He's a mess, face stained with some tears you didn't know he had shed, still trembling from his orgasm.

"M'sorry," he mumbles, hiding his face between your shoulder blades and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "I've been dreaming about this moment for so long, and you just felt so good, and I-"

Before he can keep apologizing, you reach for his face and give him a reassuring kiss, gently caressing his cheek.

"It's alright. No need to apologize."

Roy, who had observed the entire scene with an unreadable look on his face, drags you onto his lap, making you feel the outline of his hard cock without penetrating you yet. He presses his chest to your back, mixing the sheen of sweat covering his skin with your own. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, brushing the shell of your ear with his lips.

"You've been so good with your mouth, baby," he says, making a shiver run down your spine. "Wanna show our one pump chump whatcha can do?"

The whole time, despite talking to you, he had been making eye contact with Jason, and you swear you saw the man's dick twitch in response to the redhead's mocking words.

"Yes, please," you plead, your mouth already watering at the idea of feeling the weight of Jason's cock on your tongue.

Without any warning, Roy uses his grip on your hair to push your head down, while he, after giving his own dick a few pumps, aligns himself to your entrance, still leaking with Jason's warm release.

You don't have much time to adjust to the new intrusion before Roy starts giving you instructions on how to blow Jason off.

"Now, start by kissing his tip. Yeah, just like that. And use your hands for the base. Slowly. Don't want him cumming too fast like a virgin. Not again."

You do as told, relishing the sweet sounds coming out of Jason's mouth. While doing so, Roy's grip on your hair never loosens. Instead he keeps guiding you.

Meanwhile, you start moving your hips as well, desperately trying to create some friction. Roy understands immediately what you want, and moves his hips as well, trying you meet you halfway.

"Now open up and start sucking. Just like you did with me, pretty girl."

The redhead's hand guides your movements, and that mixed with how his thrusts make you body rock forward, makes you gag around Jason's cock a few times.

The warm cum that had previously filled your pussy leaks on Roy's dick, turning his base milky white.

"Use your free hand to play with his balls. He loved that last time I did it."

You decide to ignore the implications of his words and simply start palming Jason's heavy balls, careful not to do it too roughly.

"Good girl," the redhead groans approvingly.

Roy wasn't lying, and the whimper that Jason lets out proves as much. Your own gets muffled by his cock, as you keep sucking, not bothering with the tears that start running down your cheeks and the saliva wetting your chin.

The redhead's thrusts never slow down, not even as Jason cums a second time. You keep sucking, gathering every drop of his release in your mouth. Without missing a beat, Roy pulls your face closer to his and parts his lips.

He whorishly moans as you let Jason's cum drip from your parted lips to his open mouth, before pulling him in for a messy kiss, continuing to share the warm liquid.

This seems to be enough for Roy to bury himself deep inside you and reach his orgasm as well, shortly followed by your own.

You stay like that for a moment, with Roy still inside you and Jason standing in front of you, still coming down from the high of his two previous orgasms.

Carefully, Roy slides out of you, and you can feel his cum leaking out of your stretched out hole.

What you expect to happen next is for them to bring you a wet cloth and clean you, maybe cuddle a little, before going to sleep and waking up the next day pretending that nothing ever happened.

What you don't expect is for Jason to drop on his knees, place his hands on your thighs and begin to lick your puffy clit.

"Hey, get off of her! I wanted to do that!"

Jason moves his face just enough to reply, looking like the cat who got the cream.

"Looks like I got here first," he comments, before resuming his ministration.

Roy quickly moves from underneath you, and tries to push Jason away from his place between your legs, desperately lapping at your leaking cunt, completely unbothered by his own cum.

A dance of tongues takes place, as both of them fight for dominance while eating you out. Your legs begin to tremble, and the sensation of their mouths on you is too much too bear.

"'s too much," you babble, your brain turning into complete mush, but they won't have it.

"Just another one." "Yeah, can you do that princess?"

Your head hits the back of the couch, and your third orgasms crashes over you like waves crashing against rocks, making your vision turn black for a few seconds.

Your chest moves up and down along with your heavy breathing, making you momentarily forget about the situation at hand.

You're brought back to reality as they both settled on the couch next to you, enveloping you between their warm bodies. The apartment turns quiet again, and the sound of the city start reclaiming your attention.

That's until Roy decides to tease you one last time.

"Did that help you blow off some steam?"

A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!

All the love, Anna ♡

[annaevermore]

hii!

i hopee this req doesn’t sound weird but i was thinking of dex with a reader who listens to asmr at night to sleep?😭i genuinely can’t go a night without it or i wont sleep properly and im curious on what he’d think of it, ty!

Dex had been watching you for a long time — long before he officially introduced himself to you. He had been following you throughout your daily routine for so long now, it had become part of his own.

So obviously he had noticed that every night you would fall asleep while listening to something on your phone. Like with every aspect of your life, he became obsessed with the idea of finding out what it is exactly.

In the meantime, you met him at your favorite bookstore, browsing the shelf dedicated to your favorite genre — what a coincidence — and after some dates, the two of you began dating.

The first few times Dex slept over at your place, he waited patiently for you to reach for your phone and recreate the routine he had so passionately observed for weeks. But you never did.

It left Dex feeling frustrated. He knows that it probably isn't that big of a deal, like, for exemple, finding out all about things like your past hobbies and your friendships — which he already did, of course.

Still, he wanted to know everything there is to know about you.

A few weeks went by, and now you feel more comfortable around Dex. Comfortable enough to roll around in your bed and reach for your phone once you accept that you won't be able to fall asleep any other way.

Dex is laying on your chest, pretending to be asleep, but let's be honest, he can't bring himself to finally rest until you drift to sleep as well.

He peeks at the screen as you connect your earbuds before plugging one in, and finally, he finds out what it is that seemed to be the only thing to get you to sleep: asmr.

"What is it?"

The question comes out of his mouth before he can stop it, and the sudden sound of his voice is enough to startle you.

"Dex, baby, I thought you were asleep. Did I wake you up?"

Your boyfriend wordlessly shakes his head while glancing at your screen, currently displaying a girl sitting in front of a microphone.

Realizing what he's looking at, you turn off the screen, suddenly embarrassed.

"S'nothing. Just something I listen to to fall asleep. It's really relaxing, actually."

Dex just stares at you for a second, and you're worried you've weirded him out. Yeah, as if it were possible...

"Can I listen, too?" he asks after a moment, and, with some hesitation, you pass him the other earbud.

After resuming the video, you finally settled down comfortably, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's massive frame.

"What do you think?" you whisper to him after a couple of minutes, feeling sleepy already.

Dex takes off his earbud and frankly states, "I like your voice better."

A/N: Don't worry lovely, this isn't weird, cause honestly you and me both. Sorry if it isn't really good, I just needed to write something to get out of my writer's block.

[bambiibun]

AERION'S NEGLECTED WIFE. (valarr targaryen x reader)

just thinking about how gentle valarr would be with you every time his cousin publicly showed how little he cared for your marriage. he knows how deeply humiliating it must be to stand ignored before all those gossipy nobles. he sees the way your eyes fall in shame whenever you try to speak to your husband and he barely looks at you, barely touches you, barely acknowledges your presence.

and valarr sees it all. he suffers it in silence alongside you. too calm, too quiet, too honorable to intrude on marital matters that are not his own. yet you — a lady of immeasurable beauty, sharp of mind and tender of heart — deserve so much more than to be a forgotten shadow beside a man capable of such cruelty.

if only you were his lady wife, you would forget the aching loneliness that gnaws at you day after day.

and he would make it so. for the feelings he had long repressed for you only smoldered deeper with every passing day, every week, every moon. it was only a matter of time before the fire grew too fierce, before the honorable prince finally surrendered to his own heart.

so valarr began visiting you whenever aerion left to train or to seek someone new to torment. what began as soft words of comfort soon bloomed into tender compliments and whispered promises, until they became kisses scattered across your face like blessings.

his lips would brush your temple like a feather, then the tip of your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth… until finally he pressed the softest, most tentative kiss to your lips — so gentle you wondered if you had imagined it. he would search your eyes, silently begging for permission, knowing full well how wrong it was.

you are his cousin’s wife. he cannot have you.

yet he cannot stay away. your soft, yearning gaze — silently pleading for more affection, more of him — left him utterly lost.

his lips molded to yours in delicate little pecks, each one lingering longer than the last. his hand cupped your cheek as he tilted his head, daring to part his lips and brush his tongue gently against your lower lip — first a tender caress, then with sweet, patient insistence at the seam of your mouth.

what he could not say in words, he told you with his breath against yours — how much he admires you, how unfair it was that you had to marry aerion, how he desired you. how he wanted to steal you from his cousin's claws forever.

if only you were mine.

© bambiibun 2026.

[annaevermore]

I miss my wife, where she at?😔

jacy my loveeeee 🩷🩷

sorry for not being that active lately, it's just that I've had my final oral exam last Thursday and I finally graduated high school!!!

afterwards I was so exhausted, and I genuinely can't bring myself to write anything, which sucks since I've been waiting to be done with school to finish my wips

anyway, I've missed my wife too 💋💋

[oncasette]

tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @bruisedboys !! thank u love u :)

last song: never getting laid by sabrina carpenter

currently watching: mmm nothing as of rn, I can't commit to a tv show 😬

current obsession(s): illit + coming off of phm and a ryan gosling obsession

currently reading: just finished reading until the world falls down, gonna start polybius or the vampire tapestry next!

currently working on: sleepover requests! :) I'm excited about them hehe

currently wearing: a biiiiig t-shirt that I got for free from my uni's baseball team and boxers

last google search: star copy paste

favourite flower(s): calla lillies

tagging... no pressure obv: @always-just-red @luviery @oldtowrs @mattsundaes @mayhemi @dontyouworrydaddy @caskethrill

[mayhemi]

TYSM for the tag @oncasette!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

last song: hard times - ethel cain

currently watching: maniac on netflix

current obsessions: jack abbot :)), thrifting, supergirl !!

currently reading: dora: an analysis of a case of hysteria - freud (psych :p)

currently working on: dick grayson x reader x wally west, pt 2 of "i'm too old for you" hehhhe

currently wearing: hollister shorts + brandy sleep top :3

last google search: check engine light ford escape 💔

favorite flower: peonies

no pressure tags: @rottndeer @arfemiz @dexgirlfriend @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @annaevermore @zelbalenna @faepoetry @sakunai @williamssbabydoll @snorlazz

[annaevermore]

thank you for the tag @mayhemi and @dontyouworrydaddy 🩷🩷

last song: FACTOTUM by Marracash

currently watching: Game of Thrones (finally, may I add)

current obsessions: off campus (sigh) and Benjamin Poindexter

currently reading: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir and Middle of the Night by Riley Sager

currently working on: chapter I of Lady Knight and threesome fic with Jason and Roy

currently wearing: my Friends pj's

last google search: "who wrote rougon macquart"

favourite flower: orchids

no pressure tags: @celestialwyvern @luviery @vianawaits @basicasfusername @glossiercheek @nagumolvr @scissorhvnds

[annaevermore]

plotting with @glossiercheek cause that jason and roy threesome fic is THAT serious

[annaevermore]

some of my wips to hold myself accountable:

♡ chapter 1 of Lady Knight

♡ Aerion Targaryen x maid!reader

♡ threesome with Jason and Roy

♡ injured Jason accidentally stumbling in your apartment

♡ smut with masked!dex

[superrgirl]

Milly Alcock for GQ Hype Magazine, 2026

[wonderrheartt]

Here's three characters I identify with!

wanted to do a fun tag game anyone can join in and should feel free to hop in <3

trevor phillips, lee holloway, harmony kendall

tags: @froggibus @queen-of-gotham @twentytomidnight @bat1nsignia @bloomcissa @aeperol-spritz @truestaim @pixelbfs @cinnamon-girl-writes

[bat2nsignia]

hiii ty for the tag (using my other acc since im mature labeled)

(pearl, silvermist, elsa) also stop i just watched the secretary just last night so honorable mention: lee holloway

no pressure tags: @scissorhvnds @vianawaits @starr-jazz @bloomcissa @arfemiz + anyone who would like to join!!

[arfemiz]

Ω thank you for the tag, insignnieee!!

anju maaka from chibi vampire/karin, daria morgendorffer from daria, and renee roberts from mew mew power/tokyo mew mew.

honourable mentions of male characters i would identify with would be jackson jekyll and holt hyde from monster high.

no pressure tags: @mystiquevoid @irisgrrl @cherryvvave @my-love-all-mine @sakunai @moviecritc + open to everyone.

[my-love-all-mine]

Awww tysm for the tag<33 @arfemiz

࣭    𑄹   Amelie poulain from Amelie, chibi from the good place, and Sophie from howls moving castle!

Tags (no pressure): @starl1ghtgr4yson @dontyouworrydaddy

[dontyouworrydaddy]

tysmmm for the tag @my-love-all-mine <33

დ Lara Croft from Tomb Raider, Elizabeth Bennet from Pride & Prejudice, and Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones

no pressure tags: @stcrgazerlily @annaevermore @oncasette @luviery @mayhemi

[annaevermore]

thank you so much for the tag!! @dontyouworrydaddy 💋💋

<𝟑 .ᐟ Pearl from Pearl, Candace from Phineas and Ferb, and Pam Beesly from The Office

no pressure tags: @glossiercheek @basicasfusername @nagumolvr

[eunisyn]

"All this for lil ol' me?"

[annaevermore]

this just did unspeakable things to me ngl

[annaevermore]

a lil spiderman inspo but what about reader having a thing for dex in his suit and mask, so she kisses him one time on the mouth over the fabric of the mask and he finds it adorable 🙈

Imagine one night you're at Dex's apartment while he's out doing... whatever he does at night, and you decide to wait for him on the couch instead of under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

That gives you the opportunity to see your boyfriend enter the apartment through the window in all of his masked glory. The sight alone makes you giddy, but it is nothing compared to the absolute vision of his massive body walking towards you.

As if pulled by gravity itself, you stand up, and his gloves hands immediately find your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Sweetheart, it's late. You should be sleeping," he says, but his voice is slightly muffled by the mask he's wearing.

Suddenly, you're hit by the overwhelming urge to kiss him, and before he has time to take off his mask, you smash your lips against his clothed ones.

"I just missed you so much," you mumble, barely pulling away.

A low chuckle escapes Dex's lips, but he can't deny how good it feels to see his girl so desperate to kiss him.

"Oh, yeah?" he retorts, sounding smug as fuck.

You nod briefly before kissing him again, and again, and again, until it turns into a full-on make up session. His mask is completely damp around the mouth and chin area, but neither of you care.

It might come as a surprise to absolutely no one that when the night turns even more steamy the suit and mask stay on.

A/N: This wasn't really a fic, more of a drabble, but I hope you don't mind. Actually, it was kinda fun to write. Maybe I should start writing more of these little thoughts.

[annaevermore]

hi angel! i absolutely loved 'hes at your window' dex fic, and i'd love a spicy one with maybe reader tying him up on a chair, and he gets pathetically turned on 🙈

hii bby 💋💋 thank you so much!!!

this was such a good prompt to get me to finally write something, so just know I'm sending you lots of kisses through the screen

here's the fic!!! I really hope you enjoy it, even a little bit 🩷🩷

[annaevermore]

Tied tight enough, he can't break free — B.P.

Paring: Benjamin Poindexter x fem!reader

Summary: You tie Dex up to a chair. (1k) (based on this request)

Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), bondage, dry humping (my favorite thing ever, apparently), sub!dex, pathetic!dex, use of pet names, maybe a little ooc dex

A/N: One day I'll unleash my full freak potential. Today is not the day lol. The title is inspired by "Freak" by Doja Cat. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!

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What a sight for sore eyes.

Your boyfriend Dex sitting there looking pretty, tied to a chair with some of your old satin scarfs — which he could totally break free from, but you asked him to be good. So he'll be good.

His chest keeps rising and falling with his heavy breathing. His eyes are already glassy, looking up at you expectingly, hoping you'll do something about his already painfully hard cock.

It's actually pathetic how worked up he got just from you tying his hands behind his back and each of his ankles to the chair's legs. He had spent the whole process looking at you with adoring eyes, as his cheeks turned a pretty pink shade.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallow thickly, his hands clenching and unclenching, desperate to feel you, suddenly regretting agreeing so fast when you asked him to try something new with that sly look in your eyes that he absolutely adores.

"Babe, please-"

You tsk, crossing your arms in front of your chest, making your tits look way too good in that lace trimmed tank top of yours.

"Did I give you permission to talk?" you question him with a condescending tone, slightly tilting your head to the side.

"No..."

"No, what?"

"No, ma'am."

Your lips curl into a grin as you step forward and lace one of your hands into his blond locks.

"Good boy."

Dex immediately melts into your touch, his head chasing your palm, urging you to keep caressing his hair. The relief, though, is short lived.

You move behind him, and his breath hitches at the felling of your hot breath hitting the shell of his ear.

"You're gonna do what I tell you to, right?"

He nods eagerly, and his fingers graze the skin on your knees. The brief touch makes a shiver run down your spine, but you have to remain firm. Reinforce some rules.

Suddenly you take a step back, shifting just out of reach, and Dex face contorts into a deeply frustrated expression.

"No talking. No touching. I'm in charge tonight. Is that clear enough for you, pretty boy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You decide to give him something, so you get closer to his pent up body, forcefully grabbing his hair and tilting his head back.

A grunt escapes his lips, and you're afraid you pulled to harshly, until you see how blown out his pupils are.

In a second your lips are on his. The kiss turns immediately sloppy, drenching your chins with each others saliva. He's so eager to please you, eager to swallow you whole so that he never has to stay away from you.

You're the first one to break the kiss, and despite his current position, he still tried to chase your lips, making his turn into a pout when you just move your face further away.

"Now, do you think you've been good enough to earn a treat?" you question him as you hand mindlessly traces his clothed bulge with a featherlight touch.

His hips shoot up, trying to create some friction with your hand, but you move it away just as quickly as you had placed it there.

"Aww," you coo mockingly, "my pretty boy want me to touch him."

He nods, once again, and you swear he's seconds away from actually crying.

"Words, baby."

"Yes, please, I've been- I've been good. Your bestest boy."

A laugh escapes your lips, but instead of giving him a response, you straddle his hips, settling onto his needy cock.

Dex lets out an hiss, and you can tell from how prominent the veins on his neck are that he's actually trying — desperately — not to move his hips forward.

Instead of giving him what he wants, you lean forward and lick a portion of skin on his neck, the salty taste hitting your tongue.

He moves his head to the side, giving you more access. You keep pampering the are with open-mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of spite behind, and occasionally biting the sensitive skin, just to soothe the pain with other kisses.

Dex's breath keeps getting heavier, until you finally move your hips, rubbing your clothed core over his erection.

The reaction is immediate.

A loud moan leaves his lips, as his hips search more friction. The motion was enough for you to crave for more as well. So you move your shorts, revealing your bare cunt, and press it once again on the material of his sweats.

That's when you notice the little wet patch on his crotch, making you smirk as you drag your hips once again, now feeling — really feeling — the outline of his cock.

"What is it, Dex? Did you get exited over me tying you up and giving you some neck kisses?"

Instead of words, you get a needy whine as a reply, but any snarky remark you had in mind disappears when his bulge drags deliciously over your clit.

You start moving your hips as well, coating his sweats with your sweet juices, making it clear that your only goal is your own release. His is only an afterthought.

Not that he's complaining. He's right where he wants to be.

You keep rocking you hips, throwing your head back as the coil in your lower belly keeps tightening. Meanwhile, Dex had started to whine and groan way too loudly for your taste, so to shut him you, you pull him into yet another kiss.

"Fuck," you curse against his mouth, and with another sharp drag of you hips, you finally cum.

Dex his quick to follow, as he spills his hot seed right in his underwear, and when it leaks into his sweats, it mixes with your own release.

Both of you remain in that position as you try to catch your breath, your foreheads resting on each other's shoulders.

"It was so good, baby," Dex mumbles against your sweaty skin, before leaving a sweet kiss on your shoulder. "Can you untie me now? I really need to touch you."

"Uh uh."

He moves his head back so fast you're afraid he'll get whiplash.

"What? Why?" he whines.

"I'm not done with you yet."

A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!

All the love, Anna ♡

[glossiercheek]

better than me?

⁀➴┊synopsis: dick grayson has it all: he’s valedictorian, captain of the ice hockey team, a bright future on the horizon. but why? he’s not that special. matter of fact, he stole your spot as valedictorian! lucky for you, an unfortunate incident at the library makes you see dick in a new light.

⁀➴┊warnings: american school system inaccuracies (viva europa), he’s valedictorian but has trouble with a course, reader is prejudiced asf. the ending is lowkey shit 😇 lowk flirty!dick, a little angsty, but fluff at the end!

⁀➴┊a/n: not really good? kinda rushed so uhhh 😧 i have many dick grayson blurbs in mind so pls guys i’m only getting back into the dcu flow now. also can you tell off campus is in my head?

there he is, you think enviously, the king of campus.

dick grayson: clad in a simple dark blue tee wrapped snugly around his arms and light-wash jeans, walking into the classroom like he owns the damn place. he’s too nonchalant, one hand jammed into his pocket, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. whistling a damn annoying tune with that stupid backwards hat that looks way too good on him, his messy black hair peeking out on the sides.

your lips almost turn pruny from how intensively you’re frowning. top of the class my ass, you think. his rich daddy pays for his grades. you know for sure there’s nothing going on in that head of his. nothing.

he’s always on the ice. if he’s not following his father’s orders, trapped in that big ass mansion of his like some modern day rapunzel, dick grayson can be found with his skates on, running drills on the ice with his other friends and teammates: roy harper, wally west, and his equally annoying brother, jason todd.

it honestly feels like dick’s life is perfect. perfect grades, about to be valedictorian, even. the star hockey player, scouted by a successful nhl-team. big, happy family. just, white-picket fence. good for him, you internally conclude as your eyes follow dick’s figure as he sits down a couple of rows in front of you.

what’s not good, is that dick stole your spot as valedictorian.

you’re so used to being overlooked, forgotten. dick probably doesn’t even know you exist, and still you hold a grudge against him for something he isn’t even aware of.

you watch how roy harper stumbles into the classroom, how his eyes find dick’s. he walks over to him, gives him a clap on his back before huffing something under his breath.

ugh. even his friends are corny as fuck.

you’re so sure dick’s grades are rigged. ain’t no way the captain of the hockey team — who spends more time with his head pounded into the rink boards than delved in a textbook — is a high-achiever.

that spot on top of the class is reserved for you, and you’d do anything to make sure dick grayson won’t get the spot.

that same day, after a long sequence of tedious classes filled with professors rambling on about important exams and formulas more complicated than some people’s relationships, your feet bring you to the only place in the whole school where you can find peace: the library.

you love the quiet. how people there actually study. unlike dick. you choose a nice spot, hidden away in the corner, and pull out your laptop and glossy, well-used textbooks to take your notes and read your required literature.

most of the time, you spend the rest of the day in the library. not because you have nothing better to do, but because you always feel overly productive in there. you watch people come and go, share a sneaky kiss amongst the piles of books. you listen to the harsh shushes from the old librarian.

the library is well-lived in; it has seen everything. it has seen innocent love stories bloom, it has seen many “eureka!”-moments of hopeless students on the verge of dropping a course.

you’re at the point of turning the page of your textbook when the deep rattle of a chair scraping over the linoleum floors pulls you from your concentration. and of course it’s the dark-haired hockey captain you fucking hate with all your might who plops down on an uncomfortable, creaky wooden chair. right in your eyesight.

all you can do is tear your gaze away, try to finish your assignments. but the constant blur of blue in your peripheral vision reminds you of the anger simmering under your skin. dick’s black hair is damp, and he’s wearing joggers and random, worn-out trainers. his biceps bulge up as he hugs his arms to his chest, reading something on his laptop, mouth set in a concentrated frown. oh, and since when does dick have blue-light glasses? they look utterly stupid on him.

however, you do notice that dick spends the entire time typing away on his laptop, solving problems and equations while murmuring the entire thought process to himself under his breath. maybe he does work hard and doesn’t waste all of his time at the skating rink, then. but you still think you work thrice as hard as him, and you still think you deserve that spot as highest achieving student.

your study session drags on for another four hours, until the clock strikes eleven. all the students have already found their way to the exit, on their way home. yes, all students are gone. except for you. and dick. even the voice in your head spits out his name in absolute disgust.

you shove all your books and loose papers into your bag, propping your earphones into your ears and head for the exit. it’s really empty in here, you think. you’ve never seen the library this deserted, the white noise around you eerily quiet as you hear the shuffle of dick also packing up his things.

even the librarian lady is not behind her desk. probably somewhere else, organising some lost books, or whatever. you continue to follow your routine, pushing open the door, until—

the door doesn’t budge. what? you push again, this time pressing all your weight onto the wood. still nothing. this can’t be.

“need some help with that?” dick’s melodic voice rings in your ears. he’s typing something on his phone while sauntering up to the door, his thin windbreaker wrapped around his torso.

you almost dont want to admit to needing his help, your pride cracking. “sure.”

dick gives the door a hefty push with ease. something you can’t do. but even then, the door stays glued shut. or better said, locked, because at that exact moment, the cheap, yellow library lights go out and dick and you are engulfed in darkness.

“what the fuck.” is all you can say. you sound helpless, a little out of breath. because why, oh why, are you trapped in a fucking library with a guy you so heavily dislike?

dick lifts his hat off his head. cards his fingers through the locks as he sighs out in despair. “okay, uh, don’t worry— i’ll get us out. i’ll call campus security.” he pulls out his phone, thick fingers tapping on the illuminated screen as he looks up the security’s phone number.

“i can’t be trapped in here—” you breathe out, your patience wearing thin as dick literally acts as if he has all the time in the world. “i have a presentation tomorrow, and i still have to prepare, i literally can’t fuck this up.” you say more to yourself than to dick.

“yeah, i know,” dick responds, eyes still glued on his phone screen. “you’re in mr. heyward’s class, right? don’t worry, you totally aced your first presentation. i saw you. you did the… thing about the equations, right?”

“structural equation modelling.” you grumble out, although your heart seems to skip a beat at the fact that dick remembers. you still think he has the emotional depth of a puddle, though. you watch how dick presses his phone to his ear, and even from where you’re standing you can hear the line trying to connect.

“oh my god, they’re not picking up, are they?” you sigh, rubbing a worried hand over your forehead.

“hey, don’t panic. i’ll help with the pres—”

at those words, you harshly turn your back to him, back to the rows of tables. “no.”

“whoa— okay. that was harsh,” the guy follows you, both of you slowly accepting you’re stuck with each other now, for the night.

“what did i—” — “did you know you stole my spot as valedictorian?” both of you say at the same time.

“oh,” dick whispers in the dark, the stricken expression on his face hidden. you can see the shy pull of his lips into a smirk soon enough. he stays quiet for a couple of seconds. “is that why you’re always looking at me like you’re casting some sort of spell on me?”

he purposely leaves out the part that he thinks your little frown is more adorable than scary.

“excuse me?” you’re truly taken aback by his comment.

“yeah— harper’s words, though! not mine.” dick puts his hands up defensively. he looks at you plant your bag on top of an empty table, zipping it open. pulling open your laptop. the screen lights up your pretty features, and dick plops on the chair next to you, uninvited.

“your friends are fucking crazy,” you bite out, jamming your pointer finger into your temple to emphasise the “fucking crazy” part. “harper probably lost all of his braincells from the amount of hockey pucks he got thrown to his head.”

all you know is that roy is the team’s goalie, and you base all your insults off of that fact alone.

at that, dick barks out a laugh. “you watch hockey?”

“no. why would i?” you say indifferently, “you’re all douches anyway.”

“what is up with all those assumptions, babe?” dick chuckles. “first i stole your spot as valedictorian, then roy has no braincells. now we’re all douches? you’re feisty as hell.”

your lips thin. dick has a point. you’re being unnecessarily mean right now. “i just fucking hate—” you begin, opening the powerpoint application on your laptop, “that i work so hard, and you’re like— you— how,” you’re at a loss for words.

“you just make it seem so easy. i was so close to getting that top spot,” you spit, more mad at yourself than dick. “until you just… snatched it out of my hands.”

dick breathes out a heavy sigh, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. he’s slumped in his chair, his hat off. “that’s what you get with a strict father.” he simply says.

“he’s always like, ‘you did your homework yet, richard?’ or, ‘you can do better than that’, or, ‘don’t slack off, richard’.” dick says with a comically deep voice. it makes you giggle through the heavy gravity of the moment. even though you just expressed your deeply-rooted jealousy toward dick, he’s strangely cool about it. “and i was getting tired of his constant… nagging, y’know? so i decided to take matters into my own hands. work hard by myself, so he’d stop complaining.”

dick continues, “but to my little sister steph, he’s like ‘oh my sugar cookie princess, you need some money to go shopping, baby?’” the noiret bends his voice into a comically high-pitched one.

“i didn’t know that,” you admit, your voice dropping quieter, heat wavering over your cheeks. “i’m sorry.” you say as you stare at your fingers fiddling.

“you couldn’t know. no biggie,” dick chirps. “besides, you don’t need to be valedictorian to get into a good school. you’re smart enough on your own, your own brain. i just need to study my ass off, all day everyday.” dick confesses. “matter of fact, i don’t understand anything about the equation model… shit. i come here after practice to catch up, and you’re always—” he points to the far right corner, “right there.”

does he— how does he know?

his words send a chill down your spine. he watches you? you decide to ignore it. for now. “you don’t understand the structural equation models?” you ask in disbelief.

dick reaches a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “no— pshh— not… necessarily. just— sometimes, maybe?” he stutters. you can see the deep blue of his own irises. they pierce through your own. you realise you find him really endearing now, all because of being trapped in the campus library together. “you seem to understand it pretty well, though.”

he’s not as shitty as he seems. he’s pretty cool, actually. he changes the topic of the coversation quickly, pulling on the leg of your chair to pull you closer to his warm frame.

“still need help with the presentation?” he asks with a soft smile. “or you’d rather not have a crazy douche help you?”

you can laugh about it now. you turn your laptop so that dick is able to see it. “are you gonna taunt me forever with that now?” you ask sharply, but still with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“not that easily. but i’ll let you off for now.” he winks. his windbreaker makes an awful crackling sound as he lazily extends his arm over the backrest of your chair, quietly looking at how you puzzle the powerpoint together.

“tell you what,” dick adds, almost as an afterthought, “teach me something about those structural equations and i’ll take you to one of my games?”

silence lingers in the air. his proposal sounds… not bad. not with how you perceive him now. and that’s when you look at dick. really look at him.

he looks soft, hopeful. not conceited, not cocky, like you once thought of him. like someone who deserves a second chance.

and that’s the reason you wholehearted reply with: “deal.”

[annaevermore]