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🍒 dc women’s reaction to you shaving. (suggestive. smut? fem!reader)
₊⊹ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA: SUPPORTIVE
She didn’t seem like she liked what you’ve done. She looked… the exact opposite. She didn’t even believe you when you said you’ve shaved. Diana had to see if you were saying the truth to believe you completely.
And when she saw that you actually had shaved, she cleared her throat before saying anything. You bit your bottom lip as you scanned her reaction. You weren’t sure how she felt— you were sure she felt like that, too. She seemed very confused.
“Alright,” She said, her hand dove deep into her curly black hair. “You shaved your bush.” She said in a louder voice. You nodded, your teeth still stuck in your lip. Diana pressed a kiss into your kneecap. “It’s okay— not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your bush, right?”
“Yes, yes, right.” You replied, trying not to laugh.
“You make fun of me, my love, but you don’t understand how I feel about all of this right now.” A shiver went down your body when she pressed her finger on your bare pussy. “Next time you decide to do it, do not— For me, at least.”
₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: DISAPPOINTED
“You shaved your bush?”
You could never forget the emotions etched into her voice. The frustration was flowing through her eyes and mouth, her frown got deeper every second she thought about your action.
“Talia, my love,” You grabbed her arms lightly, shaking her a little bit to make her look at you. “I thought you’d like it.”
You tried to console her but with your words she frowned even deeper. “Have I given you the impression that I didn’t like your bush?”
“God, no,” You sighed. You felt her hand snake around you and grab your waist, pulling your body towards herself. Her breath hit your face, she was so close to you. “It’s just I wanted to try something new, something I’ve never tried before.”
Her hand on your waist was rigid, holding you right where you were. You weren’t complaining. There was nothing more you liked than being on her arms like this. “Oh, Beloved, please don’t give me a heart attack like this again.”
You kissed her cheek, pressing your lips to her skin to stop yourself from laughing at her reaction. “As you wish, my love.”
₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: SARCASTIC
“You shaved it?” She asked. “All of it?” She patted Krypto’s head, who had been running around for attention.
“Yes, Kara, all of it.”
Krypto finally sat down and threw his body over Kara, who didn’t look like believed you. You knew so well her relationship with your cunt, especially your bush. She loved the feeling of it brushing her skin as she ate you out. She loved it when it tangled into her fingers she was rubbing the most sensitive parts of your body. She loved—
“But why?”
“Well, I… don’t really know. Wanted to try something out I guess.”
She gently pushed Krypto to the couch and got up to get in front of you. She held your hands, pulling you closer. You could smell the scent of the city all over her. Her Supergirl suit was still on…
“My darling, beautiful, amazing lover,” Kara thought a little more adjectives but then gave up. “Please, don’t do it again.” Kara’s palm made contact with your cheek. “I miss her already.”
“Stop talking like that!” You tried to pushed her but she didn’t move. You saw her grin on her face. “You know it makes me feel weird, Kara.”
“What? Treating your body like a goddess’ statue? You know I’ll never stop doing it.”
Even though it made you burn up with embarrassment, you liked it when she did it.
Kara tickled your side, “Promise you won’t even think about it again?” She held up her pinkie in front of your face.
“Is this a threat from the big bad Supergirl?”
“Nope. But can be if you make it to be. So… promise?”
You linked your pinkie with hers and nodded. “Promise.”
₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: FLIRTY
It was right before her night show that Zatanna had realized you shaved earlier that day. She couldn’t have the time to make any comments about it because of the show— but after it, she came up to you before you could even congratulate her.
“So,” She said as she caught you in between her body and her vanity. Her hands were on the table, right next to you and her face was so, so close to yours. You were burning up. “You shaved, huh?” She had a crooked smile.
What was she planning?
One of her hands flied right into your hair and her fingers twirled your hair around. “I have.” You nodded. “You’re mad or something?”
“I might be,” She shrugged. “But… I am so happy right now. So, I am not giving you what you exactly want.”
When you tried to hug her waist, you felt your hands pulled down to your sides. Her magic. Your breath got caught in your lungs— You were getting excited.
She always knew how to elicit something from you.
“And what do I exactly want, Zee?”
Her fingers in your hair carried themselves to your chin, and she held your face like it was something precious like diamonds. Your eyes were wandering in between her eyes and lips.
“You want me to be mad at you— Mad enough to punish you, maybe.” She pecked your lips. “Not tonight, baby.” Her finger slipped over your lips. “I can’t be mad at you right now, but if you really want me to be mean, I can be.”
“Oh god, Zee…” Your lips caressed her finger tip as you spoke. “I love how well you know me.”
“Can say the same about you.”
You blinked and when you opened your eyes, you were in her bed.
₊⊹ STEPHANIE BROWN: ANGRY
“You did what?” Her shouts made you laugh. You threw your head back into the pillow as you giggled at her. She gently slapped the inside of your thigh. “Stop laughing, this is murder!”
Stephanie averted her eyes from your face and checked your pussy again to understand if she was seeing wrong or not.
She was not having a nightmare. You actually, really shaved your bush.
“No…” She whispered against your now bald skin.
“Steph, it’s not that bad.” You tried to make her look at you but she didn’t look up. “Also, it will grow back.”
“You better keep it.” She pushed herself up and climbed over your body, placing herself right on top of you. Her curls were flowing down and covering your face like a curtain.
“I will, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes when she lifted one of her brows in disbelief. “I don’t like how it is right now, so I really, really won’t.” When her pout got bigger you grabbed her cheeks. “Steph! I promise, baby.”
“Ugh, fine, fine! But if you butcher your bush again, I will put a sex ban on you.”
You sighed. “That’s fair.”
Stephanie pushed her body off of you and fell right next to you in bed. She rested her head on your chest and you played with your hair, waiting for her shock to pass.
normally, if someone ever came back from an event or gala as prestigious as the ones you and bruce often go to, they would be knocked the fuck out and drained from all the social interactions and boredom
dont’t get me wrong, both you and bruce do get tired from them. but tonight said otherwise.
because here you were, lying on your stomach and arching your back, your dress rolled up to your waist so bruce could feel the warmth and flesh of your ass pressing on his hips. the rhythmic, deep pace of his cock stuffing your pussy did nothing but make you whine and claw your manicured nails on the leather seats of the limo, feeling the cold metal of his belt meet with your ass and your necklace bounce on your chest
“take it baby, take all of me”
“gonna leave this limo all filled up with my cum, yeah? you want that? you’re gonna have to speak louder, dear”
“keep that ass up for me, sweetheart”
was bruce fucking you in the back of the limo with the partition rolled up? yes. were you two loud? also yes. and did the driver hear anything? with the headphones that were blasting music in his ears, he didn’t even know that the richest and most powerful couple in all of gotham were getting the seats dirty
“gorgeous” he groaned, giving you another deep thrust and feeling his grip on your waist tighten. “absolutely gorgeous” bruce’s tie was thrown somewhere in the limo, the first few buttons of his collar were undone and the sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his armani belt unbuckled and hanging from the belt loops of his pants
“couldn’t focus at that damn gala with you lookin’ like that” you felt bruce’s large hands slither under your dress to squeeze your boobs and pinch your nipples, making your body immediately jerk and his name leaving your stuffed mouth with a moan
“all i could think about was bending you over. your dress —hah— ripped in shreds, your body under my touch and squeezin’ my cock dry with that pretty cunt, just like now”
your sounds were muffled from the panties stuffed in your lipstick-smudged mouth thanks to bruce, spreading your legs more and arching your back to take more of his length— as if its entirety wasn’t already buried in you
bruce leaned forward to bury his lipstick-covered face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume that had been clouding his senses all night as his chest was pressed to your back, groaning on your skin. “my gorgeous wife—” thrust. “my wife—” thrust. “mine” thrust.
his tip pressed on a spot that felt so good it made your pussy flutter— almost clenching more than it already was— over his cock, a choked groan of your name leaving his lips and his pace now speeding up and getting irratic to chase the high that was approaching both you and him
the gala may have ended, but the fun was about to start
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masterlist!
(a/n: if asia asks, asia gets <3 little long for a drabble but we ball. im so shocked as to how i never wrote this for bruce.... good thing thats changed)
gurll i want cass to hold my hips while she and i practice a ballet duet dance but it’s yuri and the audience can lwk feel it
We love to see yuri and dancing all at once
Cassandra Cain x Fem!Reader
cw: yearning, flirting, tension, bad ballet descriptions (I know nothing about it, which is a shame)
Cassandra's hands are warm and firm when they land on your hips, a gesture you're hyper aware of. They tighten a bit and you're reminded of how strong she is at that moment, how easily she can lift and throw men twice your size and-
“Did you hear me?” Her voice breaks you out of your train of thought. Unfortunately. What a nice train of thought it was.
You blink a couple of times and then look over your shoulder at her. She stands behind you, head tilted in a way that would make her look curious if her lips weren't tugged slightly into an amused smile. She knows exactly what you were thinking about. She always does.
“Sorry, what?” You ask as you flash her a smile that's nowhere near as apologetic as it should be.
That small and amused smile of hers widens for a bit before she shakes her head, squeezing your hips a bit more firmly, and it takes all you have to not shiver at that. “I said you're too stiff in your movements. You have to be fluid for ballet.”
“Easy for you to say,” you mutter as you make a vague gesture at the empty room around you, the one usually reserved for galas held here at Wayne Manor. “You make this stuff look like it's the easiest thing in the world. And you have great balance which I'm sorely lacking. I'm stiff because I don't want to slip and embarrass myself.”
“Who's going to even see you if you do fall?” Cass asks you.
You scoff and turn to face her properly before you throw a hand out towards where Stephanie and Tim sit across the room, scrolling through their phones and occasionally offering lighthearted, teasing remarks to the both of you. “Oh, I don't know. Maybe the cackling hyena twins over there?”
“Rude!” Stephanie calls out without even looking up from her phone. “We're here to support your attempts at learning ballet!”
“You're here because Tim's avoiding another fitting for the Wayne Gala next weekend,” you point out dryly.
Tim glances up from his phone and scoffs but he, at least, has the decency to know when he's got no chance of lying, “And what of it? It's better to practice in front of people anyway; performance anxiety makes for a great motivator.”
“It does not,” Cass murmurs with a small shake of her head. She turns back to you, smiling softly. “Ignore them. They don't know anything about ballet, so their opinions aren't to be taken seriously.”
You laugh softly and let her turn you back around. Again, you're very aware of the heat of her hands on your waist. She guides you into position again, so close that you can feel the heat of her chest against your back as she slides one palm around to your stomach.
“Core strength is important here,” she tells you, voice softer. “It's all about balance and control.”
You nod a little bit, your stomach fluttering at the warmth of her palm against it. “Shouldn't we practice with music? Swan Lake or Clair de Lune?”
“Not yet,” she replies, shaking her head a little. “The first step is learning the routine without music. When you know all the steps, then we can work on timing it all with the music. I don't want to overwhelm you.” She pauses for a second as she thinks about it, then she shakes her head. “Definitely not Swan Lake. That will most certainly overwhelm you.”
“Already feeling a bit overwhelmed,” You murmur, not even bothering to hide the soft huff you let out when her hands slide away from you. It’s not exactly a bad sort of overwhelm, though. It’s just the kind that comes with learning something new from someone who’s so damn good at it.
Cass laughs again, “Focus.”
To your credit, you do focus after that. Cass steps back a foot or two to give you room to move, following the careful dance moves she'd spent the last two days showing you. It's nimble footed work, something you're not terrible at but certainly not great at, either. You aren’t naturally inclined towards grace or exceptional balance. Not the way Cassandra is, at least. But you do your best to move through the motions of the dance routine Cassandra showed you a dozen different times. Your socks help you glide across the slick floors which helps a lot with the slow spin part, and Cassandra follows close behind. Her gaze, while taking in every second, isn’t overly critical. It's just thoughtful. You know she’s making note of where you falter, or which moves are sloppier so she can help you adjust later. It shouldn’t make you feel all hot all over but…it does, of course. You’re sure she knows that.
You reach the part that’s been giving you issues the whole time. Cassandra told you it’s called Arabesque. You stop your movements, standing still on your left leg as you slowly lift your right one behind you. You wobble and Cassandra’s hands are there on your hips almost instantly, steadying you.
“Eyes up,” Cassandra murmurs, voice at your ear again. Her hands on your hips are just firm enough to keep you from wobbling, but she doesn’t try to maneuver you. She lets you set the pace for this, patient as you gain your balance. “Remember, the leg that’s behind you has to be lifted above a ninety-degree angle.”
You let out a soft huff but it’s not at her. If anything, it’s at how much detail truly goes into dancing when you’re already so used to moving without having to think too hard about it. The leg you lifted behind you lifts a little higher and Cassandra moves her hands slowly up your sides, resting just below the soft swell of your breasts as she guides your upper half into position. You are, once again, suddenly extremely aware of the warmth of her hands against you. You shiver at the touch, breath hitching. Cassandra freezes at that for just a second, but her hands don’t move. It actually feels like she holds you a little harder as she steps closer, her chest pressing against your back as her chin rests against your shoulder.
“You’re not focusing,” she says quietly, her breath warm against your ear. You feel the way her hands shift just a little hit higher, like she’s toying with the idea of cupping your tits through your shirt. She doesn’t. Not yet at least. “Where’s your head at?”
You scoff and turn your head just enough to let your lips brush her cheek as you reply, “You wanna find out?”
Cassandra lets out a soft, breathy laugh that sends heat coursing through your body. She turns her head just a little, bringing your lips so close that you can feel her breath against yours, “I’m trying to teach you ballet.”
“I can multitask,” You murmur softly. It’s a lie and you both know it but the soft sound that leaves Cass, something that’s almost a groan, makes the lie feel like a victory. She’s so close that you could kiss her right now. All you’d have to do is lean less than an inch closer. Maybe even guide her hands up to cup you properly.
The moment is shattered by an obnoxious throat clearing and Tim’s loud drawl, “Get a room!”
Your face burns red hot as you look over just in time to catch Stephanie swatting at Tim’s arm. She scowls at him. “Shut up, Tim! They were having a moment!”
Tim scowls right back and shoves her hand away from him, “They can have a moment in private! We’re literally right here!” He groans a little bit and shakes his head. “If I wanted to watch two people with way too much tension, I’d watch Bruce chase down Selina during patrol, thank you very much.”
“Ugh, you suck,” Stephanie shakes her head and looks towards the both of you again. She flashes a thumbs up, grinning brightly. “Continue. It was just getting good.”
Despite the mild embarrassment that’s washing over you, you still snort softly at Stephanie’s encouragement. You sigh and shake your head, turning to fully face Cassandra. You bring your arms up, looping them around her shoulders as you smile softly at her, “Maybe we can end the practice early today.”
She gives you a small and exasperated smile, shaking her head. But she doesn’t move you away or step back. She just shrugs her shoulders a little, one hand finding your hip again, “You’ll never learn at this rate.”
“Sure I will,” You offer softly, biting your lip to try and keep from smiling too wide at her easy defeat. “With the right…encouragement, at least.” Encouragement in the form of her eyes on you and her breath at your ear and her hands all over you as she guides you through the moves and-
“Is that what we’re calling it now? Encouragement?" Cass murmurs, her gaze dropping down to your lips for a brief moment before she meets your eye again. “I’d call it shameless flirting.”
You laugh at that, delighted and free. You’ve won this round but just barely, if the way her hands find your hips again is anything to go by. You know she’ll push you a little harder tomorrow, probably for a lot longer, but it’s worth it if it means another day of her strong hands guiding you through the dance moves she took the time to teach you. That alone feels like another victory all on its own.
Wanted to mess around and try out Smaus for the first time and my lovely girlfriend suggested one with Jason Todd and reader bringing home an unconventional new friend
content.ᐟ 18+, ab-riding, praise, aftercare, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweet girl)
YOU'RE DRAGGING your leaking, aching cunt across the hard lines of his torso until a squelching sound emits with every movement of your hips. he's simply laying there, an amused smirk playing at his lips as a result of your desperate whimpers. this usually happens when he's too tired or injured after patrol to fuck you in the way you crave.
"such a needy girl, huh?" he teases, resting two heavy, calloused hands on the fat of your hips. "jesus-" he huffs a low, gravely chuckle, entertained by just how much you're leaking. "makin' a goddamn mess, baby" he tuts, admiring the glistening slick smeared across his front.
you're so close, the friction of his firm, warm skin against your sensitive clit is making your nails dig in to his pecs. he knows when you're close before you do, always kept track of the way your body nearly loses control.
"you gonna cum like this?" he asks, "don't even need my help, huh?" he cups your cheek, making you lock eyes with him as your grinding grows sloppier. you couldn't care less about the embarrassment anymore, it's so intoxicating getting off on him like this, all while he sits back and watches.
your pathetic noises only grow louder with each grind, with each swipe of your pussy across his abs. "j-jay– m'gonna cum" you breathe out, clenching your eyes shut. you can feel his clothed, throbbing cock, probably making a sticky mess in his pants with pre-cum, pressing against your ass every time you move, a sign that he's getting off on this just as much as you are.
"i know, babygirl" he coos, leaning up slightly to press soft, fluttering kisses to your neck. "you can let go f'me, sweet girl" he purrs, brushing the hair from your flushed face and simply admiring the way your expression is twisted in pleasure. his precious girl, using him to get off.
your breath hitches when your orgasm finally comes crashing over you, leaving you twitching against him. he holds you through your high as you cry out, his name heavy on your tongue. he's bucking his hips up, trying to get in any last stimulation before you collapse against him, exhausted. "there we go" he speaks softly, gently, as if he's coddling you.
"you feel better? hm?" he asks, "not so needy now, i bet." he chuckles lowly, and you're too fucked out to retort back. a calm settles in your bones as he holds you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and kissing the crown of your head. he'll make sure to take care of you properly once you've both rested.
DAMN i hope your state stops cosplaying my laptop everytime i boot it up-but i’m glad to hear you’re doing better-and i am the anon from earlier abt the cassandra yuri fic
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Thank you! Definitely doing way better. I'm not wheezing for air in my own home anymore and have an air filter set up 😂😭 being severely asthmatic during fire season is definitely not the greatest experience thats for sure. But thank you!
hi i’m wondering if you got the cassandra x fem!reader request-my tumblr has been acting weird lately so i just wanted to check if you got it
If youre referring to the one about Yuri ballet dancing routine practice, yes! I got it! Im working on it slowly. I had to take a few days to myself because of the poor air quality in my town recently due to some massive fires going on in the state, but now that its clearing up, I'm feeling way better and more creative. Hoping to get that req done during my next day off work!
not sure this counts as smut?? but very explicit (mdni)
steph held you tightly against her, keeping you as close as possible while her tongue slid against yours. you sat on her lap, cheeks burning, her lipgloss smeared all over your face and her hands very intently exploring your body, bottle of wine long forgotten on the living room table. it wasn’t really an exceptional occurrence, a few glasses in and you suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off each other, that’s how it always went, but she’d never mention any of it to you the next day, as if nothing had happened at all, or as if it was a completely regular activity to be doing with your best friend.
she kissed you hard, getting sloppier as the minutes went by. you were both long out of breath but you just couldn’t keep away from each other, every once in a while parting for just a few seconds, panting against each other’s lips, before diving back in.
your hips occasionally rocked against hers and she groped your ass to keep you pressed closer to her, despite the layers of fabric between you two. you moaned into her mouth and she let out a pleased hum at your reaction. you were desperate for more friction, wishing there were no clothes keeping you apart. it was all you’d been thinking about for the last few minutes, to be able to feel her skin to skin, finally ridding of all garments to have her clit rubbing against yours and her folds sliding in between your own. just the thought made that knot you were feeling deep in your core tighten, heat pooling low in your belly, but that would be weird, she was still your friend.
you arched your back in an attempt to get a better angle, hoping to get off from this alone, but a sigh of pleasure left your lips as you felt steph’s chest pressing harder against yours. you loved the feeling of her boobs on yours, and, as your arms tightened around her neck to keep her even closer, you were once again hoping you’d just ditch the clothes.
steph’s hand moved up your waist and immediately snaked underneath your shirt, as if she’d just read your mind. her warm fingers slowly traveled up your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their way, before they landed on your breast. she squeezed once and you bit her lip in response, before quickly separating from her to finally remove your top, and the look she gave you once she could finally see you properly did nothing to help the aching sensation on your clit.
she hesitated a moment before grabbing your tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading the plush skin, experimentally flicking your nipples with her thumbs, but as much as you loved her hands felt on you, you were desperate for something else. suddenly feeling bold, your hands moved to pull at the neckline of her tank top to finally free her boobs and your mouth practically watered, the sight alone once again sending that familiar tingling sensation to your core. she wasn’t wearing a bra, she usually didn’t, leaving you a better access in this occasion.
you loved stephanie’s boobs. you’d seen them before, not necessarily in a sexual context, she just didn’t mind being topless or changing clothes in front of you, but you’d never allowed yourself to actually look, since you weren’t a creep, and now that you finally had them in front of you all you wanted to do was bury your face between them and stay there forever. you squeezed them together using both of your hands, while steph expectantly watched the mesmerized look you were giving her, and you finally allowed yourself to dive into them, getting just a taste of the feeling of your best friends tits pressed against your face before sliding your tongue to her nipple, swirling around it just once to then suck on it. you’d do this for your own pleasure only, but the pretty sound you heard escaping from steph’s lips made the experience much more fulfilling. you spent a few more seconds latched onto her before letting go with a wet ‘pop’ and kissing your way back up to her lips, resuming the heated kiss you were sharing.
your chest pressed against hers once again, this once with no clothing barrier between the two of you. your breasts were squeezed flat against hers, and the feeling of her nipples sliding with yours with every heave of your chests, now wet from your own saliva, was so much better than whatever you’d imagined before. you felt like a perv for wishing you could ride those boobs, getting wetter only by the mental image of those peaks dragging on your clit with every grind of your hips on her chest, but maybe it was stephanie’s fault for starting this in the first place. you were just hoping she’d stop playing with you someday.
★. dinah lance x gn!reader; playing pool with her.
#. fluff. main masterlist.
You’re leaning over the table, your grip tight on the cue as your girlfriend angles it lower, inches away from touching the cue ball.
“We need a strong shot, baby.” Dinah’s voice is low in your ear, somehow grounding you. Giving your hips a little squeeze, she steps back, trusting you way too much.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna shoot?” You glance at her over your shoulder, curls pooling on the table. “I think I’ll miss it.”
“It’s just a game, you don’t have to worry so much about it.” She takes a sip of her beer, shrugging lazily.
“You bet three hundred bucks against them.” You point at two men standing on the other side of the table, laughing as they plan what to do with the money they swear is already earned.
You can’t judge them, though — not when you’ve scratched more shots than you've pocketed, forcing Dinah to carry the two of you to that point in the game. You’re a failure at pool, and you accept that.
Your girlfriend, though, trusts you completely — or simply doesn’t care about the money she’ll probably lose. “Just shoot it, baby. You’re gonna make it.”
You turn your attention back to the cue ball in front of you, and you can almost see her confident smirk growing again. In a rather rough motion, the cue slides through your fingers, and soon you see the 8-ball rolling across the table, faster than you had intended.
It falls into the corner pocket, right away, cleanly.
“I did it!” You let go of the cue, arms out and a childlike joy spreads across your face. You see the proud smile on her lips, and pocketing that 8-ball suddenly becomes the most important achievement of your life.
Dinah wraps her arms around you, whispering congratulations, her smooth voice telling you how she’s going to spoil you rotten with the money — ignoring the rolling cue ball that follows the black one into the pocket, sealing your defeat.
tim drake is pathetic during sex and you absolutely cannot convince me otherwise
it was almost funny. tim drake— a calculated genius, one of the world’s greatest detectives and son to one of the richest men in america— was absolutely whipped for you. and he wasn’t ashamed
especially with the sounds he was letting out, he definitely wasn’t ashamed. not when you were on top of him, riding his cock and cooing praises in his ear, your tight pussy being the only thing that was clouding his mind
“fuck, you feel so good” tim whined, his grip on your waist tightened as he panted, dazed blue eyes on yours. your hands that lay flat on his abs slowly trailed up, a whimper leaving his swollen lips as he felt your hands now cup his face
your warmth touch on his face alone made his cock twitch in you, making a dazed smile form on your lips as you leaned in to make contact with his lips, kissing him slowly yet hungrily
“doing so -well- for me” you moaned on tim’s lips when his tip hit your cervix, making you gently bite his bottom lip and hearing a whine of your name leave his tongue while you continued with your muffled whispers, rolling your hips with a pace and depth that was eye-rolling
“that’s it, my pretty boy doing so good”
“stay just like— mh!— that”
“always so g-good for me”
and judging by the way tim’s breath got more hitched and how his grip now trailed to cup your ass, you could tell he was close
you broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his for a split second, pushing back his hair to get a good view of his fucked up expression. “cmon baby” you panted. “tell me h-how bad you wanna cum” you felt his tip hit your cervix again, making you moan his name and dragging your thumb to his bottom lip. “let me hear you, pretty boy”
god, you didn’t have to tell tim twice. with the way you looked like a goddess taking him, the mumbling and whimpering started to flow out of his lips
he nodded frantically, tears now forming in his eyes from the pleasure now building up. “wanna cum” he whined. “wanna feel you when i cum, plea—” tim moaned when he felt you purposely squeeze your walls all over his cock
“god, baby i’ll do anything i— mmm”
“need to cum, pleeease pleasepleasepleaseplease”
and when he does, tim’s jaw dropped so low that a silent gasp comes out and blown, widened eyes of pleasure were on yours, the sensation of your walls around him when he cums making him lose it
“oh shiiiiit, oh fuck. thank you baby, oh thank you—fuck, you’re a goddess”
what did i tell you? pathetic
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masterlist!
(a/n: its been A HOOOOT MINUTE since i wrote anything for tim ugh i missed you too king)
Riding Clark's face, your slick arousal smeared all over his lips and chin and cheeks and the tip of his nose.
His huge hands hold onto your hips, fingers digging into the soft fat there as he holds you close, making sure you're actually sitting on his face and not just hovering.
His glasses have fogged up so he can barely see because you'd insisted they stayed on, but he doesn't mind. He closes his eyes and focuses his other senses on you.
You smell sweet, the soft, musky scent of your cunt making him dizzy as he mouths at your sensitive folds. Your folds are puffy and soaked as you grind your hips against his mouth, whining his name.
He makes little noises as he kisses and licks and sucks at your needy pussy, his cock throbbing in his boxers and leaking precum, wanting nothing more than to be in you.
But he just loves the way you ride his face.
Every roll of your hips has the tip of Clark's nose pressing just right against your clit, sending sparks of heat straight to your womb where the pleasure warms and thickens like hot honey. You make a soft, delighted sound each time and grind down on him a little harder.
Clark moans thickly, his tongue slipping between your folds and circling your fluttering entrance before pushing inside. You make another sound of contentment and he groans against you, desperately fucking his tongue into you.
You brace one hand on the headboard, the other one reaching down to tangle in his hair as you ride his face faster, the aching coil in your womb on the verge of snapping.
Clark whines against your pussy as more of your arousal starts dripping right into his mouth, smearing over his heated cheeks and even on his glasses. He eagerly laps it all up as he alternates between sucking at your folds and slipping his tongue into your needy hole.
You squeal as you angle your hips so your clit presses right against the tip of his nose and you finally come, thighs shaking on either side of his head while you mewl Clark's name over and over.
Clark is happy to kiss and lick at your pussy as you come down from your high, until your trembling subsides and you begin to crawl off his face.
But his huge hands hold you in place so he can lick at your sensitive pussy a while longer because, God, he's just so obsessed with your cunt.
Based on this “the concept of clark kent’s nose tip bumping against your clit when you’re riding his face and he can’t stop moaning against you because of how good you taste and slipping his tongue in your cunt<3” inspo from @yoyokslut
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Clark Kent masterlist
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Who Fell First and Who Fell Harder? (Girls Edition)
Barbara Gordon
You fall for her first, because how can you not fall for her dry wit, her sharp intelligence, and that loving and strong heart of hers? But Barbara? Oh, she falls so much harder without ever really meaning to. Maybe it’s the way you match her wit that always brings a smile to her lips. Maybe it’s the way you seem to weave yourself so effortlessly into her life like you’ve always belonged there. But if you asked Barbara what it was that made her fall so much harder for you? She’d have to say that it was how easily you still let her have her independence. You don’t let your relationship with her define you; you’re your own person and she never tries to take that from you. And in turn, you never try to take her identity from her, either. You love her work as Oracle and you’re always the first to bristle a little when someone challenges her, but you never fight her fights for her because you know she doesn’t need you to. You never doubt her and you never assume she needs your help with things if she doesn’t ask. And that’s the thing. She does ask because you give her the room to be herself without trying to change anything about her or her life. She comes to you for help because she knows that you know she’s capable of almost anything she puts her mind to. If she’s coming to you for help there’s never any smug comments or jokes about her not being able to do something on her own. You just give her that easy smile and nod, sitting down beside her and ask, “What are we doing, then?” It’s easy with you. You two are your own people, never defined by each other, but always there in each other’s orbit when you need each other. Barbara values her independence greatly and you’ve never tried to take that from her or make her feel like you thought she needed help she never asked for. So that makes her feel safe to actually ask for help. And that means more to her than anything else and it’s what makes her love you so fiercely that sometimes she hardly knows what to do with herself.
Stephanie Brown
She falls first. She’s a true yearner at heart and she tumbles into love with you like it’s the easiest thing in the world. And really, it is easy for you both. But you fall harder. You fall so much harder when she comes home to you, bruised and bloody but still giving you that gorgeous smile like you’re the best thing she’s ever seen in her entire life. She’s brave and passionate about what she does and it’s something you see written all over her body, in the bruises she lets you ice and the scars you trace in the middle of the night when sleep escapes you. It scares you sometimes when you think about her out there at night, defending a city that’s only half thankful on the best of days, but it always leaves you a little breathless when she still comes back home smiling. She’s resilient. You wonder sometimes how she has the strength to keep getting back up time and time again. A part of you envies it. Mostly, though, in a way you covet it. It’s a part of her that you want to curl yourself around and protect, if only because you feel like she deserves someone who fights for her, too. So yeah, you fall a lot harder. Stroking your fingers across her cheek in her sleep, following the outline of bruises. Letting your thumb drag across split lips or stitched up gashes that make your heart ache and soar in equal measure. You don’t know how to hold all those feelings sometimes. You don’t know how to ever truly hold the entirety of your love for her in these quiet moments, her asleep in your arms as daylight slowly creeps into the sky while she sleeps away the aches and pains of the night. But god, you’d never trade them for anything.
Cassandra Cain
Cassandra fell harder without ever really trying. It’s not that you were hard to fall for because you definitely weren’t. The intensity of it all just really took her by surprise. The thing about you that seems to always leave Cass a bit in awe of you is just…how gentle you are. Not that you’re fragile; you’re certainly far from it. But there’s a gentleness inside of you that, in all honesty, she’s not exactly used to seeing in everyone. Especially people in Gotham, of all places, where sometimes the city seems to try and drain people of any ounce of goodness inside of them. You have a strong heart that you wear on your sleeve and because of it, you’re always easy to read. Cass does like that about you. What really gets her, though? You’re gentle with her. Not because you think she needs you to be gentle. You’re very aware that she doesn’t. You just want to be gentle with her, like she’s something precious you want to nurture and protect. It’s not in some clingy, overbearing way. It comes so easily to you; pressing a soft kiss to her temple when you pass her breakfast in the morning or massaging her shoulders when you notice just a bit more tension in them than normal. You like to wash her hair for her in the shower when you share one and she always lets you, drifting in some soft place in her mind as your comforting voice accompanies the gentle massaging of your fingers against her scalp. You know it’s still a little bizarre to her sometimes, but you can see the way she melts into it but you never comment on it, never make her feel silly or small for wanting this softness. You give her the room to be the strong vigilante she is and make sure she has somewhere soft to land when it’s all over and that, more than anything else, is what made Cass fall headfirst into love with you like it’s all she knew how to do.
Kate Kane
Surprisingly, it’s you who falls harder. Kate doesn’t really make it that easy, not at first. She can be hot headed and cold at times, mean and downright irritating at the worst of times. It’s exciting when it’s good. It’s downright miserable when it’s bad. Not that she’s a bad partner because she really isn’t when she puts her mind to it. She’s attentive and notices things about you that you’re not used to partners noticing. She can read you like a book which is both annoying and charming, depending on the citation. She also has a lot of patience when it comes to you which is sort of a miracle on its own, considering she never has much patience to begin with. But what was it, exactly, that made you realize you’d fallen so much harder for Kate than you planned to? The way she shows up when she knows she’s in the wrong. It’s one thing for her to snap at you when Gotham has her at her limit. It’s another thing for her to swallow her own pride and admit that she was being unfair or mean or rude. But the thing is, she does it. She’s not all talk with no follow through. When you tell her something she does bothers you, it may take some time for you two to talk it out properly, but she does change the behavior. She doesn’t even make a good show of it to get any sort of loud recognition. She just…does it. Like ensuring your comfort and safety in the relationship is as easy as breathing to her. You’re not really used to people sticking to their word or changing their behavior when you tell them it hurts them. You’re used to fighting and yelling and messy break ups that leave you sour and sniffling on the bedroom floor. But Kate doesn’t let that happen. Even when you fight for real, and she’s really giving Bruce a run for her money in the ‘annoying as all hell’ department, she never, ever gives you a reason to doubt that she still wants the relationship to thrive. Kate shows up, even if it takes her a little bit to get it through her head. And that, above all else, means so much more to you than you’d ever say out loud.
Selina Kyle
You fall harder and god, you told yourself you wouldn’t. You told yourself over and over that it was a bad idea, that you were in for some form of heartbreak eventually. She’s just so…her, you know? She’s a wild spirit that you always thought couldn’t be contained. And in some ways, that’s true. Her heart and her sense of what’s right take her to some pretty dark places that honestly scare you to hear about. But there’s goodness in what she does and in the lives she saves on her own terms, and you’d never fault her for doing what’s right, even if it earns her the Bat’s ire from time to time. You just…worry sometimes. Like maybe one night she’ll get herself into something she can’t get out of. Like maybe one day she’ll vanish from your life like she was never there at all. She’s good at that, after all. But then she shows up in the dead of night or the break of dawn, body tired but those sly eyes brightening at the sight of you. She never tries to soften what she does when she tells you about it, washing the city grime away in your shower while you sit nearby to listen. She respects you enough to not want to coddle you when it comes to the things she does. She always tells you and you always listen and when you get that little worried frown on your lips, Selina presses a soft kiss to your forehead. A reminder that she’s home, safe and sound. She doesn’t say it outright but the words are always there in the way she holds you at night, the way her fingers run through your hair as you both let the early morning city life lull you to sleep; as long as she draws breath, Selina Kyle will always come home to you. And until then? She soaks up every moment with you. It doesn’t ease the fear. Maybe nothing ever really will. But she tells you everything you want to know and doesn’t hide the wounds and the darkness that creeps in from you. You’re woven so deeply into her life, and so easily, that it never really ceases to leave you breathless. Selina Kyle loves you enough to not shield you from the truth and to always, always ensure you know that you’re her only home. That, above all else, is what makes you fall so much harder for her.
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prime is the definition of pussywhipped, eating you out like it’s his last meal. he’d hold your hips down, whine into your folds, lap your cunt up like a dog, and when you’d pull back, he’ll just pull you closer. he can never get enough. he’s literally superman, the strongest person on earth, yet he's on his knees begging you to wrap your thighs around his head. “so good f’me,” he’d mumble into your folds, “taste like heaven, must be heaven.” the vibrations of his voice making your body tremble. “only i can make you feel this good.” his praise is endless.
his ego is stroked every time you cum on his tongue, making you arch your back and curl your toes. he’s obsessed with the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you look when he’s got you wrecked. and if you try to close your legs on him, he’ll just pry them open again with inhuman strength. he doesn’t care if he’s overstimulating you, he’ll make sure you’re taking every bit of pleasure he has to offer. he’ll make you beg for more, beg to stop, beg for him to do anything else. but he won’t, he won’t stop until you’re an overstimulated, blubbering mess.
luciopioid kinktober 2025 | kate kane x plus sized, fem(me)!reader > 2,081k words
tags: weight gain, established relationship, sensitive topics regarding body image, plus sized reader, dirty talk, praise kink, lesbian sex, strap-ons, receiving reader, use of “woman” and other feminine terms. strength kink. sorta.
synopsis: After you pose a particularly vulnerable question, your girlfriend takes the time to show you how much she wants you and will continue to want you, no matter what your body looks like.
notes: thank you so much for your patience with this, thank you for reading too! kisses you!
A string of loud footsteps approach the bathroom door, accompanied by a contrasting gentle knock.
“Baby?” You hear your girlfriend say through the door. “We’re gonna be late.” She adds softly.
You hesitate to open the door albeit being fully dressed and presumably ready to leave. Kate’s eyes immediately widen when you’re revealed to her, her eyes darting up and down your frame, followed by a grin. You stand in front of the mirror adjusting the dress that clung to your body, tugging it down, twisting the hems, even pulling it back up. You take a deep breath, irritation crawling through your skin.
“You think we should raincheck?” You ask, impulsively, not meaning it entirely. Kate quirks an eyebrow, a confused look prevalent on her face.
“What for?” She asks, “I thought you were excited for tonight.” Kate adds, knowing that this sudden decision just fell out of the air. She steps closer, her hand finding your hip, “Talk to me.” She whispers.
You turn your body to face hers and she gives you her full attention, her eyes searching your face for a signal as to what's wrong.
You sigh, dropping your shoulders in the process. Kate takes your arm and pulls you as she walks backwards, her knees bending at the foot of the bed. She sits down, looking up at you with worrisome eyes.
“I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.” You sigh. “And I was excited for tonight, but…” You trail off, your eyes finding themselves across the room. Kate presses a kiss to your knuckles to get your attention back to her again, her lipstick leaving a print on your hand.
“Where is this coming from?” She asks with furrowed eyebrows.
You share her gaze, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. For the past couple of weeks, you’ve been struggling with your body image, not being able to feel your spark in the way you usually do.
“My body looks so different now, no?” You mumble, thick with vulnerability. Kate’s mouth opens, her hand still holding yours.
“Different how?” She asks curiously, still searching your face. You sigh again, not meaning to have opened this so soon before your evening plans.
You plop down next to her as you throw your arms up, “It’s– it’s nothing, babe. Really.”
A beat of silence fills the air before Kate shifts towards you, “Hey…” She whispers. “I want to know wh–”
“Are you still attracted to me?” You interject, voice devoid of humor. You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t linger deep in your mind.
Kate looked winded, clearly not having expected you to ask that. She moves even closer to you, grabbing both of your hands. “I am so, so, incredibly attracted to you.” She speaks sincerely. “I know we haven’t had much time together lately, but if at any point I made you feel unwanted or anything…”
Kate places a gentle, soft kiss to your knuckles again. “You’re the most…” She kisses your wrist, “beautiful…” A kiss to your other wrist, “attractive…” She leans in, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder before placing a slower one to the side of your neck, “—sexiest woman I know.” Your eyes flutter at the contact, your body naturally clinging to hers in response.
“There’s not a waking moment I’m not thinking about you,” She whispers, low and sinful in your ear, her hand trickling itself up your thigh under your dress, “or your body…” Kate adds, kissing up your neck again.
You speak solemnly, barely above a whisper, “Show me.”
Kate pulls away from your neck. She holds your face in the palms of her hands as she looks you in the eye, gaze thick with intent and want as she nods for you. She pressed her lips to yours, capturing them in a slow, deliberate kiss. Kate pulls you closer to her before snaking her hands around your back, her fingers working to find the zipper that she helped pull up earlier that night.
“As good as you look in this…” Kate whispers against your mouth, tugging your zipper down steadily, “I need it off. Now.”
She lays you down on the bed, hastily undoing the buttons on her collared shirt as she continues kissing you. Kate peels the dress from your shoulders, tugging it down lower and lower, revealing more of your body to her. And only her. Your hands go to cover yourself, instinctively, Kate tuts in response. “No. Let me see you.” She deadpans, moving your arms out of the way, exposing your bare chest and stomach. Kate discards your dress as she gently tossed it across the room, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You notice the stark difference as she was still fully clothed with the exception of her unbuttoned shirt, her bra and toned torso fully visible.
You feel a jolt to your nerves, suddenly needing her even closer to you. You realize just how long it’s been since you’ve had this with her, had her eyes burning holes into your body— looking at you and just you. Work and differing schedules left you with little time for your lover, the stress that came with it altering your own perception of self as you had little time for even yourself. You and Kate had noticed the uptick in busyness when it came to your relationship. As a result, she planned a long night for yourselves this weekend, just the two of you.
However, at the moment, neither of you seemed to care. It was like you didn’t even remember what you were doing or how you got here. You tug at Kate’s dress pants, your finger hooking her waistline and belt, trying to get her to take the hint.
“You need me, baby?” Kate asks teasingly, pushing your leg up as she settles between them, grinding her hips against you in one fluid motion. You whine as you nod your head in response.
Kate kisses her teeth, “let me hear it.”
“I need you.” You say in one breath.
You can feel her lips curl into a grin against your skin, being able to feel the eagerness in her movements. She undoes the rest of her belt with one hand as her face rests in the crook of your neck. Kate practically yanks your panties off of you as she tugs down her own pants and underwear impatiently. You pull her closer by her hips, feeling something rub against your bare pussy in the process. You look up at her, puzzled with hooded eyes.
Kate laughs airlessly, “Didn’t know where the night would take us.” She says, alluding to her strap-on already being worn around her hips. You gasp at the feeling of the silicone brushing your clit, “I’m not complaining.” You say, eyes fluttering. Needing her.
She grinds against you, voice low and thick by your ear, “can you take me?”
You nod keenly, “Yes. Yes, I’m ready for you.”
Kate kisses your cheek before slowly pulling away, “how about…” she starts, hands sliding down past your hips as she settles into the spot next to you, “—you ride me? She breathes, patting her lap as she kicks off the rest of her pants.
You sit up with her, hesitant to follow her lead just yet. She pouts, her hands moving to your hips in attempts to bring you closer. “Come here.” She urges, her eyes begging you. You swing your leg over the other side of her lap, hovering above it as you hesitate to put all your weight on top of her.
“C’mon, baby.” Kate whines, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. She runs her hands up your sides, palms finding themselves in the dips of your curves.
“I want to feel you.” She whispers, hands traveling back down. “All of you.” She adds, pushing down on your hips.
Kate’s fingers snake between your legs as they rub at your entrance and to your clit, she gasps softly, “I haven’t even touched you yet.” She whispers teasingly. You whimper as your hips go weak, finally settling onto Kate’s lap. She hums in content.
Your hips move against her strap subconsciously. Kate gets a grip of your ass cheek before cooing, “So needy for me, aren’t you?”
She speaks softly against your skin, “I’ve neglected you…” She says to herself. She angles her hips, the tip of her dick teasing at your entrance, ready to take her with ease.
“Don’t move.” Kate grunts, holding your hip with one hand and her strap as she slips it into you with the other. You tried to move down, taking what you wanted from her, but her grip on your hip persisted.
“Please, Kate.” You mutter through your teeth as she slips the rest of herself inside of you, filling you whole.
She hooks an arm around you, restricting any more movements from your hips. “Don’t fucking move.” She repeats herself. You listen, anchoring yourself on her muscled shoulders.
Kate holds your body in place, her hips moving in deliberate motions as she fucks into you, each motion pulling out needy whimpers from you. You curse at the feeling of her dick pulling in and out of you, Kate’s eyes never left your body.
“So gorgeous.” She grunts, hips jerking into you. “You take me so well.” Kate says into your skin. She bites down on your shoulder as she works her strap from under you. You could only curse and moan, intelligible words not finding you at this moment. Kate picks up the speed, watching your face as your eyes sew themselves shut. Your jaw goes slack as she fucks you, every motion permeated in her need for you and her desire to make you feel good.
Kate leans forward slightly, both hands gripping your hips with the shared strength that she used to fuck up into you. “Wanted this as soon as I saw you in that dress.” She confesses; you feel your head get big and suddenly weigh ten more pounds.
She uses the new angle to buck her hips into you ferociously, like she had something to prove. Kate moans softly in pleasure, the friction combined with your visible reaction to her making her match some of your noises too.
Kate’s hips shuddered as you got progressively louder, her own voice beginning to strain too. She repeats your name under her breath, over and over as the grip she had on your hips tightened. “I’m close,” you whine, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna come.” You warn as she continues angling her hips inside of you. She reaches down between you, circling your clit with the padding of her thumb, eager to get you over the edge. Kate leans forward, capturing your lips in a sinful kiss as she works at your clit, swallowing any potential wanton moans and whimpers. As much as she loved hearing you, she loved the contrast in her fervent hips to your slow, tangled lips more.
You bite down on her bottom lip unintentionally, the shock from it making Kate jolt as she bucked herself against you continuously, working you through your orgasm. You didn’t dare move, still letting Kate fuck into you as you moaned breathlessly against her mouth.
With one last thrust, you feel the final bump of your climax wrack your body. You grab and squeeze at anything you could, thighs clenching Kate’s hips and your fingers digging into her skin, probably hard enough for her to see the result tomorrow.
Kate kisses your shoulder slowly as you catch your breath together, her chest heaving against yours. You slide off of Kate’s cock, her hands holding you by your hips for support as you sit next to her. Your head hits the pillow. Kate could have laid you down or you could’ve fallen back on your own. You couldn’t seem to remember.
She could barely keep her hands off of you as she leans to kiss your cheek, your neck— anywhere she could lazily reach. Kate spends the rest of the time kissing you all over your body. From your lips to your jaw, all the way past your chest and to your stomach and your hips. She mumbled your name paired with barely intelligible strings of my baby and so beautiful as the two of you drift off into a deep, sedative state.
