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[bat2nsignia]

super super super burned out rn 🫩

[bat1nsignia]

drabble #4! 18+ mdni, hal jordan

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reverse cowgirl with you made hal more feral for you than he already was i mean, can you blame him? he had front row seats to your ass repeatedly bouncing back from his hips, that arch from your back that made hal hit places in your pussy you didn’t know existed. that man was literally mesmerized by the grip your walls had around him, the lewd clap! clap! clap! sounds and some of your own bouncing off the walls. the entire thing was enough for him to get hard again

“haaal” you moaned, his hands on your hips pulling you back to bury more of his cock from behind, the rhythm of his length pulling out before slamming back in your pussy all at once was a feeling that made your cunt throb. “t-too much!” 

“almost there, angel. you’re doing— so well” hal grunted with a thrust, eyes glued on how his cock was snug in you as he was leaning on the headboard. his military tag was hung on his neck, the intensity of his thrusts making the chain slightly bounce off his chest. “say my name from those pretty lips one more time” with the way his thumbs were pressing on your back for more of your arch without moving his hands from your hips and his heavy balls slapping on your cunt, it didn’t take much for hal’s name to leave your lips like a chant

and god, it entered his ears like a melody he couldn’t get sick of. 

hal bit his bottom lip to hold back a satisfied grin before a groan slipped out from your walls getting tighter and tighter. “cmon baby, give it to me” he panted, giving your ass a light smack of encouragement with the back of his hand. 

the action made you whimper and clench around his cock tighter as a response, a choked moan leaving hal’s lips. “fuuuck, you’re gonna milk me dry at this point”

in short, you were a sight for sore eyes—  a sight that hal jordan will never get sick of

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(a/n: projects and work are KICKING my ass ugh and i only have two reqs left from the 2k event :(( will get to it over the weekend, promise! )

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[bat2nsignia]

again cause i made. a mistake lol

[srenique]

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SOON-TO-BE-FWB!DICK GRAYSON, who never would’ve touched the idea of a casual, no-strings relationship with a ten foot pole. He didn’t want to use someone, it felt inherently wrong. To only expect sex and nothing else on top of it, it didn’t sit right with him.

But when you, his coworker and long time mission partner, pushed him against a side table and knocked over his key dish in the pursuit of your lips on his and his clothes on the ground, he found himself melting into it. Reaching out and gripping the back of your neck and moaning as your lips dragged over his Adam’s apple.

“I normally get wined and dined first—” he joked breathlessly before his subsequent whine was swallowed be your eager lips to shut him up. Your hands tugged off his v-neck (cashmere, by the way) and let it frump to the floor in an undignified pile.

Oh, fuck it.

Your panties bunched at your ankles as he fucked into you, palm flat on the wall and his moans echoing into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the hollow. “Yeah, fuuuuck, baby, just like that,” He panted, his button up hanging open. Maybe he was more into this idea than once thought.

Your knees were at his hips, the side table rattling with every upward stroke of his cock that kissed your cervix beautifully. Holy shit, you literally had no words.

“You gonna come, honey?” Hypocritical when he was five seconds away from coming, but he couldn’t help it plus the inherent need to know he wasn’t going to embarrass himself. But the way your pussy walls were fluttering around his dick, you were too. Thank heavens.

He cupped your jaw and consumed your soul through your lips, burying himself in you to the hilt one last time, a deep moan from his mouth shocking one out from you too as you too came five seconds after him. Not really kissing anymore, just his nose smushed awkwardly on yours so you could see the pretty flush on his cheeks and his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks, panting as if he’d run a marathon.

“Shitfuck.” He breathed, the most he’d cursed within ten seconds, wiping a bead of sweat off your temple before kissing it. A little too romantic for your tastes, but you allowed it. “Oh, that’s not right.” He muttered, his stupidly hot blue eyes flicking over your naked body.

Was he gonna say this should never happen again? “What’s not right?”

He leaned forward, running the tip of his nose over yours so you jugular. His floppy hair tickled your jaw. “I didn’t,” He kissed a random spot softly, “eat you out first.”

“Did you want to?” You blinked.

“To be honest, I didn’t see this situation coming,” You both laughed breathlessly, but then his finger ran over your slit lazily, collecting your juices with a quiet shlick. Your thighs trembled.

“Shiiiit—”

“But after you came on my cock like that,” He began to genuflect, “I wanna feel it on my tongue.”

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SHES BAAAAAACK 😝😝😝😝😝🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

[lettaniko]

Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.

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BOAF 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 BOOOOOOOOAF

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Landlord!Jason Todd wanted to do something with Bruce’s money. He had seen firsthand the sorrows of Gotham and even though he grew up under a billionaire's wing, poverty was never something one forgot

Landlord!Jason Todd did indeed have a dichotomy of morals from both his days on the street and as Batman’s protege, but one belief he took away from both was that the rich weren’t doing anything to help the majority

Landlord!Jason Todd took his remarks to Bruce. The billionaire was a philanthropist but urged his son to do the same. He gave Jason enough funds to buy a series of apartment buildings from corrupt landlords who were grossly overcharging their tenants

Landlord!Jason Todd entirely changed things. He lowered the rent and incorporated fixed prices. People came flocking in and soon he was making a steady profit. It also helped that he was skilled in handy things around the buildings and didn’t need to pay for plumbers or electricians unless truly out of his depth. (His childhood days stealing hubcaps and working with his hands were extremely useful. Who knew?)

Landlord!Jason Todd knew you as a name on a lease. You had moved into one of his apartments after graduating from Gotham University and needed a cheap place to live

Landlord!Jason Todd had met you once, when you first moved in. He gave you his number and you saved him in your phone as “Hot Landlord”

Landlord!Jason Todd showed up in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. From the moment you let him into your apartment, he could feel the heat. Your A/C was definitely not working. Controversy, you were in a tank-top and shorts. As he got to work, he wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. Meanwhile, you were all but gawking at your landlord. You knew a lot of pornos started this way, but holy shit, you didn’t understand the appeal until now. Not only was he hot, but it was like Jason’s presence in your apartment followed you. You tried to get some work done – dishes, emails, and whatnot, but you were acutely aware of him

Landlord!Jason Todd tried not to listen into your call when your phone rang, but what else was he supposed to do? The conversation didn’t get interesting until your voice dropped and you muttered into the phone, “babes, my hot landlord is here fixing my A/C. God, it’s like a fine snack just there in my living room.” You laughed and continued, “I almost wanna go in being like, ‘oh, no, I can’t pay my rent! However can I repay you?’” 

Landlord!Jason Todd was a gentleman and didn’t wanna capitalise on that, especially since he didn’t know if you were joking or not, but his pants definitely got tighter

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was attractive – he had been hit on many times before, but he did let his mind wander as if to what might happen with you. He wasn’t blind, after all, and your tank-top didn’t leave much to the imagination

Landlord!Jason Todd fixed the A/C and left but was horribly distracted the rest of the day

Landlord!Jason Todd got another text from you three weeks later. There was apparently a problem with your fridge. Jason was in the middle of a Bat-family dinner and just stood up, his chair screeching out from under him. “Gotta go,” he said simply, ignoring everyone’s protests

Landlord!Jason Todd stepped into your apartment with ease. “No problem at all. What’s the issue?” You were in the middle of dinner yourself and making noodles. You showed him the problem and practically drooled over him as he rolled up his sleeves, kneeled down, and got to work

Landlord!Jason Todd made idle conversation with you, but it wasn’t long before his hands migrated to your legs and his kneeling position aided him greatly in eating you out on the kitchen counter. Your nails dug into his forearms as you gasped out at the sight before you and the sensations Jason was bringing you. One of his hands was spreading your legs apart and the other was anchored on your hip. Your noodles burned, but neither of you cared

Landlord!Jason Todd was a talker during sex. He liked missionary best as you soon learned, wanting to see you as you came apart. That didn’t stop him from driving you into the mattress however, the headboard slamming into the wall. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix the plaster if it breaks,” he reassured you in a gruff voice as sweat beaded on his forehead. “Been thinking about this ever since I fixed the A/C. Heard you on the phone, you know.” You could only let out a little noise as his hips pumped into yours, rocking your body back and forth

Landlord!Jason Todd made fuck-buddies-with-your-landlord a great experience for you. He could stop in whenever and was very good at playing out your fantasies. Suddenly, your appliances just started breaking all the time and so there was no other choice but for him to come over and fix them. Oh no, how horrible. He would refuse any type of payment other than you in bed, clothes stripped off

Landlord!Jason Todd really really liked eating you out. He was a proud eater and would grow out his stubble or shave it, depending on what he wanted to give you that day. His stubble had even turned a lighter colour from how much time he spent between your legs

Landlord!Jason Todd didn’t love quickies or phone sex. He would still do them, especially if you were begging him to, but liked to take his time with you and do multiple rounds

Landlord!Jason Todd was very good at aftercare. He would wrap you up in one of his sweaters he conveniently had brought with him and clean you up so gently. He loved to tuck an arm under your head and you loved to subsequently bite his bicep usually leading to round two

Landlord!Jason Todd who was a bit nervous to ask you out officially. He loved your little rendezvous and knew you did too (you frequently made comments on how perfect his body was and would run your hands through his hair after sex) but didn’t want to fuck it up. Think of how awkward that would make it all, especially because of the power dynamic. He would never even consider using his position as your landlord against you and he made sure to tell you that over the dinner he took you to and the bouquet of flowers he got you

Landlord!Jason Todd who was actually surprised when you laughed and said, “of course I want to go out with you!” He hadn't believed it at first, thinking you had just wanted a good fuck, but when he saw your smile, he knew you were serious

Landlord!Jason Todd was a bit quieter of a man until it came to sex. He would let you take the lead with most conversations and was very polite whenever meeting your friends or family (though you knew his sarcastic sense of humour would come out when he felt more comfortable around them). However, when he had you in bed it was like he had no filter. Every comment about how perfect your body was or how you felt around his cock escaped him. The obscene things he would tell you he was gonna do to you while already fucking you made you even more wet

Landlord!Jason Todd had more talents other than the sex, though. Because of his naturally quiet nature, he was an incredible listener that absorbed things like a sponge. He remembered so many little details about you and utilised them magnificently. He would randomly buy little gifts or send you pictures of your favourite colour out in nature with the caption, “thinking of you,” which he constantly was

Landlord!Jason Todd was an incredible cook as well (everyone, thank Alfred)

Landlord!Jason Todd who, on your one year anniversary, realised your contact name for him still hadn't changed

Landlord!Jason Todd got teased relentlessly by his family about how obsessed he was over you 

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was gonna marry you when you slapped him over the head after mocking Damian at a Bat-family dinner

Landlord!Jason Todd let Bruce pay for the wedding, but Jason paid for the ring

Landlord!Jason Todd who proposed in your apartment after cooking you dinner. He was nervous as hell and stuttered over some words, but knew in his heart that you were it for him. He was so relieved when you said yes

[bat1nsignia]

irresistable (requested! + nsfw) wally west x hero!reader

mentions: 1k event, titans reunion, fem!reader, rivals with benefits, reader doesn't have powers, mentions of an aphrodisiac only ONCE, the sex is lowkey a big rough, doggy, unprotected p in v, slight degrading, slight fingering, cowgirl, dirty talk, too tired to add more rn sorry (felt much better than yesterday and i was sooooooo wet while writing this ugh) 🎧 -- the best i've ever had by limi

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it wasn’t a shock to both the justice league and the titans that you and wally west absolutely hated each other’s guts; they were used to it at this point it all started when you two joined the titans as teenagers and back then, it was on a whole level of petty. wally was too loud, too fast, too everything— a blur of red and sarcasm that never seemed to take anything seriously compared to you, who was the opposite. you were controlled, precise, calculated the difference was that you thought before you moved, wally moved before anyone else could even think— and it drove you insane to the fact that it became a routine and when i mean routine, im talking about the arguments during training or the sharp remarks during missions— just the kind of tension that had the rest of the titans exchanging looks but never intervening because somehow— despite all the bickering— you two worked well, too well you covered his blind spots before he even realized he had them, while wally would be there in a second when something slipped past your defenses. you two may not stand each other outside the field but inside, the teamwork was seamless too seamless that when you and wally—now the flash—  left the titans for the league, you two were often paired together— and the bickering got worse than it was during your time with the titans. to be honest, the justice league had expected some level of professionalism, considering that it wasn’t the first time you and wally were paired together but instead, they got bickering that seemed more endless than your time in the titans. it would be so bad that mr terrific would mute the comms across the watchtower

yet despite the bad blood, everyone agreed— you and wally west worked perfectly together and it was the surprising teamwork and synchronization that made people tolerate you two— maybe too perfectly no one would ever think that you and wally west would secretly be on top of each other behind closed doors, where your hands would roam on your bodies, where the same mouths that would bicker endlessly would shut up with one on top of another this didn’t start off random, but as a mistake at first. you and wally were attacked by an aphrodisiac after assisting bruce with a whole plant break-out caused by poison ivy. both of you didn’t realize it until after you two returned to the watchtower, breaths heavy and heat pooling somewhere. since this was a new kind of aphrodisiac from ivy unlike her other ones, it would take bruce a while to come up with a cure-- but you and wally didn’t have time, not when you were looking at each other with so much lust

you’d never forget the night, lips violently crashing onto one another in your watchtower dorm, your hips grinding on wally’s clothed boner, small gasps leaving your lips. and how could wally forget the night as well? not when your pussy was taking him so well, well enough that he was close to cumming from just one thrust alone, well enough that quiet moans of your name would leave his lips, well enough that he was holding back with little restraint to use his super speed to absolutely pound in you you and wally didn’t speak or even interact with each other after the night. both of you would either avoid eye contact and murmur insults at one another, the memories of your shared night returning from the sight of each other alone yet despite telling yourselves that that night was a mistake, your bodies reacted otherwise. the buzz, the adrenaline, the aftershocks all felt too good for your body to ignore and instead, crave again and after an argument in wally’s apartment (you forgot why you were there), you didn’t end the argument with one last insult and leave for the door, and neither did wally force you out of his place and shout insults back at you. instead, he cut your words up by shutting your mouth with his, tongue sliding into you and a hand behind your head to press you deeper into the kiss. you didn’t resist and instead kissed him back and slid your arms around his neck that’s how you two dragged each other into this mess— arguing and bickering by day, while fucking and moaning each other’s names by night— all because your bodies couldn’t resist one another. it was never soft, almost like an argument wrapped in sex and a kiss so addicting wally wanted to continue arguing with you if it meant feeling like this tonight was a titans gathering and it wasn’t just you and wally attending— roy, dick, kory, donna, everyone of your friends was coming to not only revisit the tower but to reminisce about moments with each other. you forgot who but someone from the group suggested training like the good old times. and like good old times came the usual quarrel from you and wally— an argument so bad you stormed out in the hallway with anger and irritation radiating from your body. wally let out a frustrated sigh before calling out your name and following you to resolve the matter

and if resolving the matter meant pressing your face in the pillows with your ass meeting wally’s hips and muffled sounds leaving your lips, then a job well done

“look how pretty you sound now” wally grunted with another thrust, about to say more before a moan left his lips as a response to feeling his cock brush a certain spot in your pussy. he was referring to the not-so-appropriate words you shouted at him earlier in training 

“f-fucking dickhead” you gritted your teeth, gripping onto the sheets —his sheets in his old dorm— for dear life. “never thinking b-before you—” a whine left your lips as you felt the tip of his cock hit somewhere deep in you 

that made wally form a dazed grin on his lips as you felt his hands on your waist tighten and lying his chin on your shoulder before whispering a response. “and yet look at you, happily taking me”

“i hate you wally, so— fucking much”

“mhm, keep going”

but you couldn’t, not when you were so close that it had your lips agape with no sounds coming out. 

and to add as a cherry on top, wally slid one of his fingers down to press his thumb to your clit. if not for your face shoved in the pillows, your moan would have been loud enough for the other titans to hear

“quiet” he murmured as a reminder— like you didn’t know. without any warning, his thumb started to rub your clit in circles to add with his thrusts and that made your hips jerk back from the overstimulation. 

“i know you’re close” wally kissed the crook of your neck from behind, knowing what the sight of your back arching more and your breaths more narrow meant. “make a m-mess—” he stammered when he felt your walls squeeze him more, not being able to finish his words

and as if a reaction, his thumb that was circling your clit started to go fast— not just fast, but fast enough for you not to tell the difference between his thumb and your vibrator

it was all it took for the softest sound to leave your lips before letting your orgasm wash all over his cock, the sheets in your hands probably wrinkled from how hard you were gripping it. and speaking of gripping, your walls clenched on wally so tight it made a choked moan leave his lips before it was his turn for his orgasm to come

a whimper left his lips, his cum now filling you up to the brim as his thumb on your clit now slowed down and his thrusts now going into a stop, finally allowing you to breathe from the overstimulation wally kept making you feel

“feels s’good when she’s full” he whined in your ear, cum oozing out from your filled pussy as breathy sighs kept leaving your lips, back still arched as you took every drop of him 

pants left from both of you, wally’s chest still pressed on your back and your ass still against his hips, slowly, he pulled out from you and that made a moan leave from both of you before gently turning you over 

but before he could even admire how pretty you looked from your post-orgasm glow, wally felt your legs immediately wrap themselves around his waist before flipping him under 

you were now on top of him, a shocked wally who didn’t expect that the sudden move— considering the fact that he basically rearranged your guts not too long ago— and you, now on top of him with your hands resting on his abs to steady yourself.

“you’re not the only hero who has tricks up their sleeves” you murmured, still a bit breathy from your recent orgasm. wally was gonna open his mouth, but you rolled your hips on his cock so good it made a gasp leave his lips

that made you clamp a hand on his mouth before leaning your face to his with a smirk on your swollen lips. “careful” you whispered, rubbing your overstimulated cunt on top of wally’s wet cock. “we wouldn’t want the others to know”

your action made a muffled moan leave his lips, eyebrows furrowed with eyes pleasing. and slowly, you took your hand off from his mouth before clamping it again but with your lips, grinding on his half-hard cock with nothing but determination to make him moan your name again

meanwhile, kory sat down beside dick with a worried expression, eyes still fixated on the hallway where you and wally disappeared. “do you think they’re alright?” she leaned her head on dick’s shoulder

dick, who was taking a sip of water after a training session, placed his bottle down with a sigh before giving kory a reassuring smile. “you know how they are” he reminded her gently, leaning his head on hers. “they have their… moments. but at the end of the day, they make up and live to see another day”

oh if only they knew how you and wally truly made up— too bad they’ll never know

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masterlist! ⤷ 1k event !

(a/n: brain is still a bit fried from that clark fic but i wanted to write this so bad also YESSS DICKKORY MENTION AT THE END and guys ignore any grammar errors or wtv its an hour before midnight and im supposed to wake up in five hrs)

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[vianawaits]

Don't forget to kiss me

Summary & CW:  Fluff, friends w/ benefits, based on glue song by beabadobee, yearner wally

Pairing: Wally West x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to the anon who requested this and for participating! I hope you all enjoy <3333

This is the best view he’s ever seen.

Wally West was one of the- if not the fastest man alive. He could be anywhere within seconds, allowing him access to the most breathtaking places on the planet.

But right here, with you passed out in his bed? He doesn’t think he’s ever seen something more beautiful.

It was around two in the morning. Realistically, he should be asleep, there were a million things with his name on it once morning comes and you were going to leave early for work. There was just something about you that always enraptured him.

It was impossible for him not to be in a trance when he was around you. He couldn’t help it, he absorbed everything you did, everything you smiled at, everything that made your head tilt to the side.

He was obsessed.

Wally had never met anyone like you. No one laughed the same way you did, they always missed the way your left eye squinted more. No one gave him that look you always wore when he made a stupid joke, the smirk you tried to hide with a raised eyebrow. No one took up all his thoughts like you did, he couldn’t run past a cute animal without stopping to send you a picture.

It was simple.

He was in love with you.

There was no way around it. Despite how much he tried to hide it, he knew.

There was just one small problem.

You weren’t doing the “relationship thing” right now.

After too many shitty dates and even eviler exes, you swore off dating for the rest of the year. There was no hiding his relief when you decided on it. Every time you called him with some nightmare about your antichrist of the month, he bit his tongue till it bled.

And thanks to him, celibacy only lasted you about five weeks.

It was some Thursday night two months ago, you were hanging out on his couch playing Overcooked 2 together. Laughs were mixed in with cursing, orders were echoing off the walls in his crappy apartment. One thing led to another and Wally had saved this level by serving pizza with mere seconds to spare.

When you thanked him, a cheeky grin you knew all too well grew on his face. He tapped his cheek and gave you a, “don’t forget to kiss me.”

Deciding to one up him at his own game, you grabbed his face with your right hand and pressed your lips to his.

It was the most divine kiss Wally had ever blessed to receive. It’s safe to assume the game was forgotten for what remained of the night.

You both talked about it later, the possibility of being more one day. It just wasn’t in the cards right now considering the paths you were currently on. There were cities you wanted to live in, the career ladder you wanted climb, and Wally….

Well, he was saving the world.

He couldn’t promise you that he was going to come home every night. He couldn’t promise that he was always going to be safe. Hell, he couldn’t even promise that he’d always be on the planet.

So for now, this was enough.

Anything that involved, regarded, or even revolved around you was more than anything he could ever ask for. Even if you weren’t his completely, Wally couldn’t think of something he would trade this for.

To see you like this, it was everything. The moonlight bouncing off your back as his fingers traced ran up and down it. Your hair fanned out on the pillow as it caught the perfume you wore. It was almost funny how your limbs were spread all over the mattress. He was notably bigger than you, and yet you still managed to take up 75% of the bed. But he didn’t complain.

Wally would live the rest of his life on the edge of the bed if it meant he woke up tangled with you.

And as a promise to the night, right before he drifts off, he kisses you. Leaning over the mess of your arms, he drops a chaste kiss to the center of your back. A small shiver from you is the only indication that you may have felt it in your dreams.

“I love you.”

The words are breathed onto your spine like they’re tattooed on his.

Then, his head lands on his pillow, your perfume somehow traveled over to this one too. And the last sight he sees as cinnamon lulls him to bed, is the small smile you wore when you slept. That finally brings him enough peace to be dragged into slumber, preparing for another day with you.

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★ Tag Game ★

I see so many like this, I decided to do my own bc why not! Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up!

Prompts:

★ Animal

★ Aesthetic

★ Background

★ Character (friend, crush, whatever you wanna look for! I did two bc I'm bi and greedy lol and they're both perfect <3)

★ Food

★ Show

★ Movie

Surprisingly, this did so well for me, I usually get THE WORST ones lol

★ NPT: @clemeowntine @mythandmemories @violained @sacr1ficialang3l @islaymonsters @samwchsgf @radioshepard @theraynecries @scandalscontained @hopelessbrain @pinkzolli @par4n0id-andr0id @saltcirclesigil @justlydsstuff @ladycain00 + anyone else interested!!

[clemeowntine]

YIPPEE ty for the tag!!

i kept getting collages for food so i picked one of the pics from a collage sigh. now i want pancakes.

it is also insane how far i had to scroll to get a movie. all the pics were of jensen or supernatural (not that im complaining…)

no pressure tags: @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @dontlistentodaisy @castielscaplan @daytonadean @soapyspurnell @heapingfern @grahamschewtoy @princegabriel0096 + anyone else who wants to join!

[i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger]

Thank you for the tag!

Crush on Remy and Friends with Sam AND Dean 🤤

also we are gonna ignore the fact I got butcher for movie.

No pressure tags: @froggibus @cherryvvave @gr0und-zer00 @batwngs @starr-jazz @batslilwhore @bat2nsignia + anyone else who would like to join 🫶🏽

[bat2nsignia]

hiii ty for the tag!!

holy crap the last five is too accurate my pinterest really does know me better than myself 😭😭😭

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

[scissorhvnds]

prime's listening! ⭑.ᐟ

superboy prime x reader

"if you stop, i stop, baby, you know the deal. don't you wanna make me happy?" clark's voice is so condescending with a faux pout jutting out his bottom lip. the hint of a smirk is hidden in his pout and amusement dances in his eyes. you're barely coherent, you hate how easily he reduced you to putty under his tongue. he’s sooooo smug. so smug.

you nod through a whimper. the comic — you forgot the name of it, though clark had been circling the letters incessantly along your slit — crinkling under the tightening pressure of your fists.

"keep reading," he adds, head dipping back down to press a long teasing kiss to your clit. clark smirks as the muscle jumps against his lips. “come on, baby, she’s begging for it.”

“you come to metropolis and have to stop a burglary?,” your voice comes out shaky. you struggle to focus on the words on the page just above superman's head. your thighs fall further apart, hips lifting to chase clark's mouth. "you should have called ahead, i would've gotten you theatre tickets."

"huh. forgot about that part," clark murmurs against your folds. his brows wrinkle in contemplation, completely ignoring your choppy breaths. his nose traces down your slit as his tongue dips inside you. one thumb holds you open for him as your thighs threaten to tighten around his ears, while the other presses softly against your clit, applying enough pressure to have you begging for more.

"little louder for me, baby, wanna hear what bruce does next,"

an: the obsession is this serious. I want him, your honour!

taglist: @mollymal , @redhooduwu , @girlmeetsolivia , @athenxt , @nightlights-and-twiklingstars , @silverjaysz , @l0singctrl , @drea18881 , @calicocat-ina-tuxedo , @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger , @mrbusinessman , @starr-jazz , @bat2nsignia , @vianawaits , @indigoscribe , @luviery , @kennlovespink , @jiasfiles , @arfemiz , @darkxwolfsstuff , @soggywhore , @wiishies , @spideyskywalker , @newangelle , @thatluckygirl19

[bat2nsignia]

no words in the vocabulary can describe my feeling for this

[noodles-and-tea]

Some Bruce sketches

[bat2nsignia]

papa

[starr-jazz]

🍷 this love came back to me ☆⋆ jason todd x reader

when your beloved car breaks down, fate makes you run back into your ex-boyfriend, maybe after all these years, you and Jason could be something again. ANGST!! more angsty than i anticipated, biker jason welcome back, car girl(?) reader, SCARRED JASON TODD🗣️, to me they’re in their mid-late 20s. open ish ending. inaccurate smoking related text? idk i don’t smoke. i also know nothing about cars so inaccurate car terminology? probably a lot of mischaracterisation i fear i trying to get my groove back

.⋆♱ CAUTIONS reader has a gun. slight stalking from red hood?? jason and reader are mentioned to be smokers and reader smokes a cigarette in the fic

Your hand instinctively moves to your holster around your waist, button flying open as your palm rests on the machine to draw it quickly if necessary as a bike pulls over next to you. You don’t recognise the bike or the person on it immediately, but you watch as the man kicks open the bike stand, swinging one leg over and getting off partially into the street lamplight, his frame becomes familiar to you.

Being stranded on the side of the highway in Gotham city in the middle of the night could be one of the worst scenarios anyone could possibly imagine, a million different things that could happen but you didn’t really have a choice. Your beloved car, one that restored from literally barebones, broke down on you, engine sputtering and dying on you, thankfully you were able to pull off to the side of the highway before it gave out completely.

You called someone you knew, a mechanic that helped you through the restoration but she wouldn’t be here for an half hour at least, and you couldn’t leave your baby here by herself, in this city? Goodness not! So here you were, waiting beside here patiently as the street lap above you flickered every few minutes, watching as cars pass by, hoping your friend will pop out of one of them.

Then a bike slowed down, enough to just pass by, pulling in right in front of your car. You almost think you’ve gone crazy, the way the leather jacket stretched over the man’s back, helmet a dark enough red that it looked black until he steps into the light, it too much like him.

“I have a gun.” You warn as he turns to face you. Black shirt under the jacket as he holds his hands up defensively, taking a few more steps to stand right under the light, slowly moving his hands to grab his helmet, there’s a click of a advance mechanism that you’re all too familiar with and then, the light graces his face.

Jason’s aged, not much but, of course, it’s been far too many years since you’d seen him. And if not for his unique white hair strip, the scars the dig deep into his cheek are far too recognisable, the ‘J’ accompanied by newer shallower ones he’d accumulated in his time away from you.

He watches you back as you profile him, your face, your posture, the way you carried yourself has changed. Life had obviously had taken its toll on you, you’d matured in the way your face was set, a blossom of pride in his chest as you follow what he’d thought you years ago, with the gun and it’s probably the same one he gave you.

“Just me, sweetheart.”

Jason’s voice goes down like a glass of whiskey, deep and smooth but burns all too close to your heart. He tilts his head to the side, gauging your reaction, mistaking your surprise for caution. You avert your eyes, looking back at your car, hand moving off the gun to smooth down a nonexistent wrinkle on your jacket.

You nod, one quick dip of your chin, allowing him to come closer to you, gentleman as always. You watch as he walks back a moment to drop his helmet back onto the bike as you survey your surroundings again, looking for watchful eyes or jittery bodies.

It’s been a long time, a little longer than half a decade, even in a city as small as Gotham, it was easy not running into him, especially when he avoided you religiously. Sometimes, when you felt a conspiracist, you could swear you saw a certain vigilante with a taste for the color red in your proximity, following you like a guardian angel in the night.

The time you had with Jason was phenomenal, the best of the best. No matter how broken he was, or you were, the two of you worked. Even when secrets came out, you were with him, a stubborn stick in the ground that didn’t budge in the toughest storm, you stayed with him. But his mind got to him, when the dangers got too apparent, when he realised the way his identity could hurt the one good thing in his life, he broke things off, no matter how you tried to make him understand.

After that, the city went back to being its same glum self. The streets were back to feeling grim and lifeless, bookstores lacked luster that he brought. He’ll always be the one that got away, the one you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

He avoided you with all his might, did everything not to associate himself with you. But he always lingered. Flowers that appeared out of thin air on days he knew were too tough for you. Gifts on every birthday that sit on the windowsill as a constant reminder, special edition of your favourite books being shipped from an ‘anonymous’ benefactor.

“Why are you standing here? It’s not safe.”

His voice snaps you out of your head, your eyes flying back to him who’s walking to you in slow steps, like he’s trying not to spook you. It’s not long before he’s standing in front of you, unintentionally imposing presence that made your chest tight with emotion.

“Not leaving my car by herself.” You whisper finally, Head craning up to look at him. The light was hitting him in a way that deepened his scars, but his eyes twinkled all that same, just the way they used to years ago “Stubborn as always.” He mutters under his breath as he shakes his head in disapproval. He looks down at your car, the one you’re standing guard for, jutting his chin in its direction. “What’s wrong?”

“The coolant system broke, it’s leaking.”

You cross your arms around your chest like it’ll shield you from the extended heartbreak you’re going to experience from this interaction. You watch as you walks past you, close enough that his jacket brushes yours, and to your car. He moves quickly, popping the hood of your car, leaning down to look into the contents of your engine.

You watch his shoulder move as he works, the jacket spreading across his back does nothing to hide the muscular frame underneath. He’d finally grown into his body, moving with more grace than you remember. It somehow felt like he was taller, or maybe your mind was exaggerating your vision, biceps and thighs definitely larger than you remember, consistent with what you’d expect for Red Hood.

You watch as Jason comes to the same conclusion, just nodding his head in agreement.

“Someone I know is coming to help me out.” You call out to break the silence, the sound of a vehicle crashing somewhere in the distance echos as he looks back at you. You watch as he, not so subtly, glances down at both your hands, obviously noting the lack of a wedding ring. Which is odd, since he probably already knows that you aren’t in a relationship, haven’t been in a solid once since him.

“Take my bike back home, I’ll wait here for him.”

You scoff, loudly and dramatically. If there was one thing about Jason, it’s that no one gets to touch that bike of his. It’s tuned to his exact specs, something he doesn’t think anyone else is capable of driving. But now, after all these years of avoiding you, breaking your heart, he’s offering for you to drive off in his bike?

“Her.” You correct. “And why aren’t you…” You pause for a moment to conjure the right word. The moon gleaming weakly through the dark clouds above is a sign that the vigilantes are going to come crawling out of their caves, literally. So why wasn’t Red Hood out terrorising bad guys. “Working?”

“I was riding down to Bludhaven to help Dick with something.” His reply is smooth, ever patient as he straightens up, closing the hood of your car but still lingering around it, mimicking your stance as he crosses his arms too, looking like a stand off to any bystander.“Convenient.” You comment.

There’s a deep sigh in your chest at the subsequent silence. What exactly are you two supposed to talk about? “Fuck it.” You mutter as you uncross your hands and dive into your jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette packet and…shit. The only lighter you have is the one you got as a couples set when the two of you were still together, you thought it was an amazing gift, two lighters that match up when next to each other to depict both sides of wings engraved on them.

You make a split second decision to pull it out anyway, not missing the slight change in Jason’s posture, the way his eyes widen slightly, shoulders getting just a tab bit more rigid. Your finger runs over your name engraved on its bottom before you flip it open, bringing it to your mouth to light to cigarette nested between your lips.

Jason was a smoker, had been for a long time, and years ago, you weren’t. You had just thought that the lighters was a nice thing to have even though you didn’t smoke. But after the break up, you found one of Jason’s packs lying around your place and you had an itch, you lit one, maybe to feel closer to him somehow, but it soon became a proper habit, like for most people in Gotham.

“Those things will kill you.” Jason quips up, something you used to tease him with. you hold the cigarette between your pointer and middle finger, pulling it away to blow smoke into the night sky. Your eyebrows scrunch involuntarily, the words leaving your mouth before you can think twice about them. “So does flinging yourself at villains.”

“It did.” Jason jokes as the tip of his lips twitches, his eyes cast down to the pavement, expression as something you couldn’t quite decipher. He looks back up to watch utter horror pass on your features, a soft gasp when you realise what you said. “Shit—I didn’t meant to.” You say too quickly, genuinely apologetic.

“‘S alright.” Jason shakes his head softly, he knows you’d never make light of his previous death, something it too a long time for him to open up to you about. You open your mouth to apologise again, but he dismisses it with another shake of his head.

The same silence from before settles again, now you can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re smoking the same brand that he used to, the same one he had to change out of because it reminded him of you too much. His half of the lighter pair sits comfortably in the drawer next to his bed, something he doesn’t carry around for the risk of losing or damaging it, something he takes out to reminisce, give him a moment to relive how it was before he fucked it all up.

“How’s…Artemis?”

You utter out impulsively, regretting it immediately. Artemis was Jason’s ex, before the two of you dated, and there were always rumours that Red Hood had gotten with her again over the years. However ‘healed’ you were, you never could resist looking up the tabloids. And for fucks sake, why on earth are you asking him that?

The question catches him off guard too, you were never insecure in your relationship all those years ago and you knew Artemis was just a friend, a coworker, whatever label you want to slap on it, but just that. After you…he could never even consider someone else. It takes him a moment to get his gears, side of his lips now threatening to stretch into a smirk.

“Just be direct, c’mon. Ask me if I’m single.” Jason clocks his head to one side, a twinkle lit behind his eyes.

Just as you were about to roll your eyes, a familiar car approaching steals your attention as you wave to your friend. Jason watches as you walk past him as the car pulls up right behind yours, a smile stretching across your face in greeting that he didn’t get. Jason turns, slow steps back to his bike, just hoping you’d stop him…ask him to…stay?

“Who’s that?” Your friend asks as she gets out of her car, eyeing the man she’s never seen before as he walks back to his bike. You look back at him, watching his figure receding into the darkness, not looking back. You take another drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke and taking a moment to soak in the interaction before you answer.

“Someone I used to know.”

ᯓ★'s P.S. notice how the first half of this is better? yeah i wrote that aaaages ago, i did my dialogue thing and forgot about this and now filled in the rest so i apologise if the flow of it is missing and its not that great

don't forget to comment and reblog if you enjoyed!

← ゛masterlist ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

taglist꩜ .ᐟ ALL WORKS @hepprine, @apollos-notes, @cenna-luna, @solasyra, @vanillakirstein, @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12, @lovehadlovelost, @buckybarnesismyhusband, @xxreyofsunshinexx, @amandjslpz, @punkrockrr, @artisticmindsunite-blog, @freakkay09, @champagnesbiggestproblem, @shazzark, @winchesterslullaby, @bat2nsignia, @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger, @arfemiz, @cemeterystardust, @mystiquevoid DC WORKS @indigoscribe, @t1mbits, @coastalcowgirlie, @uxavity, @jaydennicole, @shadowviolets, @athenxt, @soggywhore, @rayaofstarlight, @madi-iii, @kekeanna266, @skin2bone111, @fanficboysarebae, @willow-vixen, @fairyspcll, @mathpotstew, @thesunshoe, @just-vibingfr @starrydustedwinter JASON TODD WORKS @avengingangel14, @cherrylicious03, @the-ultimate-quokka, @drdeathifying, @queenofviolenceandnerds, @rainystrangerwasteland, @caterppillar, @profoundgreenturtle, @celestills, @only-dot-nicky, @sirenoftheeast, @s0zzbat, @vampiranne, @kiraflowersworld, @living-that-chronic-life, @lagataprrr, @nekkiotine, @miaszt, @starshinegrl, @venus-bby, @nigthwingsbaddie, @burndownyourparade, @itzmeme, @srenique, @rosieposiediditagain, @eclipse-vx, @nalah-whimsy, @jude-inej, @ria-outofcontext, @batfambat

[bat1nsignia]

kiss the chef (requested!) wally west x chef!reader

mentions: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, food <3 (i love food wally loves food we all love food)

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one of the best things about dating wally west was that he had the same enthusiasm about food just like you

for most people, food was just food. but for the two of you, it was an experience. a hobby. a love language. wally might not have had the years of culinary training that you did, but he loved food with every fiber of his being— especially when it was yours

he would help you taste-test, eat leftovers after a failed test, and go shopping with you at the grocery store. his palate would literally evolve just from being around you so much, and your senses evolved from getting used to wally’s speed

which was why the moment you heard the apartment door open, you knew wally was home— mostly because of the red blur that shot through the living room

then the hallway, then the kitchen, then back out, then back into a kitchen again. “hey babe!” wally greeted, appearing beside you and placing a kiss on your head. his suit was gone and instead, he was wearing a casual t shirt and sweatpants, his soft red hair still slightly messy after running around central city all day “hey wally” you greeted back with a smile, eyes not leaving the cutting board. “whatcha making?” he asked with a bright grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and peeking from your shoulder as he watched you effortlessly cut through the vegetables

“pasta” you hummed back, instinctively resting your head beside his. wally let out a ‘ooh’. “can i help?” “remember the last time you tried to ‘help?’”

“i made an amazing pot pie with you?”

“you ate the chicken before i could even put it in the pie” “… in my defense, i was hungry” you finished cutting the vegetables and sighed, placing the knife down and shaking your head with a faint smile at his words. when was this man not hungry?

“you can grate the parmesan” you offered, taking your cutting board filled with chopped vegetables and placing them in your pot. that made wally’s face light up, giving you a mocking salute. “yes chef” “don’t eat it” “i would never” that made you turn to give him a look while wally just smiled innocently before you sighed and turned back to face stove, adding more spices to your pasta

but when you turned back around to get some cheese, the entire block now reduced to less than half. “wally” “what?” “where did the parmesan go?” you looked up and noticed his mouth was suspiciously full, watching you stare at him before he slowly swallowed. “… to a good cause?” but despite resisting the urge to eat the rest of your ingredients, wally actually did help. he washed vegetables while you cooked, placed ingredients beside you before you could ask, even stirred the sauce when you needed both hands for something. honestly? it was nice most people saw the fastest man alive and imagined constant movement— chaos. but moments like this reminded you that wally loved slowing down when he was home, loved being around you, loved sharing the little things. he just loved taking his time with you

“baby, can you try the sauce?” you asked, stirring the sauce and focusing on seasoning it as it simmered quietly. wally— who was humming to himself while cleaning the dishes— finished every dish in less than two seconds the moment you offered him a taste, the sink empty and the dishes dry

he bolted in front of you, a confident grin on his lips. “hit me, babe” the second the wooden spoon was held out, wally was already opening his mouth. you rolled your eyes with a smile before feeding him a sample of the sauce, one hand hovering under the spoon

wally hummed thoughtfully, tasting the sauce and even lip-smacking as you waited. “well?” you asked “its good but… its missing something” “i knew it! it must be the garlic—" wally kissed you before you could finish your sentance, making the complaint instantly die on your lips. for a second, all you could focus on was the familiar warmth of him. the way one hand settled against your waist like it belonged there while the other cupped your cheek

when he finally pulled back, there was a grin on his lips. “there, fixed it” wally announced proudly “but is the sauce still missing something?” you asked, genuinely curious and slightly concerned about your sauce. it took you a while to prepare it, after all

“yeah” he leaned forward. “me tasting it again” and stole another kiss, making you laugh and feeling his grin widen in victory.  this time, the kiss was softer than playful. the teasing confidence he’d worn moments ago was gone

instead, wally kissed you slowly. like he wasn’t trying to distract you from the sauce anymore— like he simply wanted too. your hand instinctively found the front of his shirt, fingers curling lightly into the fabric and letting out a small sigh 

and when you tasted the sauce on his tongue? it was perfect

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masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !

(a/n: this trope fits so right for me when it comes with wally)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

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[bat1nsignia]

@lcvgty-4929 @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore

wally west taglist: @celestialnightwing

[bat1nsignia]

kiss the chef (requested!) wally west x chef!reader

mentions: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, food <3 (i love food wally loves food we all love food)

—————————————————————————

one of the best things about dating wally west was that he had the same enthusiasm about food just like you

for most people, food was just food. but for the two of you, it was an experience. a hobby. a love language. wally might not have had the years of culinary training that you did, but he loved food with every fiber of his being— especially when it was yours

he would help you taste-test, eat leftovers after a failed test, and go shopping with you at the grocery store. his palate would literally evolve just from being around you so much, and your senses evolved from getting used to wally’s speed

which was why the moment you heard the apartment door open, you knew wally was home— mostly because of the red blur that shot through the living room

then the hallway, then the kitchen, then back out, then back into a kitchen again. “hey babe!” wally greeted, appearing beside you and placing a kiss on your head. his suit was gone and instead, he was wearing a casual t shirt and sweatpants, his soft red hair still slightly messy after running around central city all day “hey wally” you greeted back with a smile, eyes not leaving the cutting board. “whatcha making?” he asked with a bright grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and peeking from your shoulder as he watched you effortlessly cut through the vegetables

“pasta” you hummed back, instinctively resting your head beside his. wally let out a ‘ooh’. “can i help?” “remember the last time you tried to ‘help?’”

“i made an amazing pot pie with you?”

“you ate the chicken before i could even put it in the pie” “… in my defense, i was hungry” you finished cutting the vegetables and sighed, placing the knife down and shaking your head with a faint smile at his words. when was this man not hungry?

“you can grate the parmesan” you offered, taking your cutting board filled with chopped vegetables and placing them in your pot. that made wally’s face light up, giving you a mocking salute. “yes chef” “don’t eat it” “i would never” that made you turn to give him a look while wally just smiled innocently before you sighed and turned back to face stove, adding more spices to your pasta

but when you turned back around to get some cheese, the entire block now reduced to less than half. “wally” “what?” “where did the parmesan go?” you looked up and noticed his mouth was suspiciously full, watching you stare at him before he slowly swallowed. “… to a good cause?” but despite resisting the urge to eat the rest of your ingredients, wally actually did help. he washed vegetables while you cooked, placed ingredients beside you before you could ask, even stirred the sauce when you needed both hands for something. honestly? it was nice most people saw the fastest man alive and imagined constant movement— chaos. but moments like this reminded you that wally loved slowing down when he was home, loved being around you, loved sharing the little things. he just loved taking his time with you

“baby, can you try the sauce?” you asked, stirring the sauce and focusing on seasoning it as it simmered quietly. wally— who was humming to himself while cleaning the dishes— finished every dish in less than two seconds the moment you offered him a taste, the sink empty and the dishes dry

he bolted in front of you, a confident grin on his lips. “hit me, babe” the second the wooden spoon was held out, wally was already opening his mouth. you rolled your eyes with a smile before feeding him a sample of the sauce, one hand hovering under the spoon

wally hummed thoughtfully, tasting the sauce and even lip-smacking as you waited. “well?” you asked “its good but… its missing something” “i knew it! it must be the garlic—" wally kissed you before you could finish your sentance, making the complaint instantly die on your lips. for a second, all you could focus on was the familiar warmth of him. the way one hand settled against your waist like it belonged there while the other cupped your cheek

when he finally pulled back, there was a grin on his lips. “there, fixed it” wally announced proudly “but is the sauce still missing something?” you asked, genuinely curious and slightly concerned about your sauce. it took you a while to prepare it, after all

“yeah” he leaned forward. “me tasting it again” and stole another kiss, making you laugh and feeling his grin widen in victory.  this time, the kiss was softer than playful. the teasing confidence he’d worn moments ago was gone

instead, wally kissed you slowly. like he wasn’t trying to distract you from the sauce anymore— like he simply wanted too. your hand instinctively found the front of his shirt, fingers curling lightly into the fabric and letting out a small sigh 

and when you tasted the sauce on his tongue? it was perfect

—————————————————————————

masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !

(a/n: this trope fits so right for me when it comes with wally)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

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drabble #14! 18+ mdni, bruce wayne

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there wasn’t a scar on bruce wayne’s body that you didn’t memorize

a claw mark on his chest from selina, scars on his abdomen from knife slashes, healed bullet scars on his side— each mark told a story about bruce’s time as batman and the consequences that came with it

nevertheless, that never stopped you from loving him

“bruce, i— oh my god” you moaned, legs wrapped around his waist and feeling his fat cock hit yet another deep spot in you. bruce’s large hands were on your hips, his thrusts not sparing you for even a second as lewd skin slaps bounced throughout the room, his huge body hovering on top of you— mind you, it was nine in the morning “love you— so much, baby” he grunted with another thrust. “and this pretty pussy—" and another. “—so much” and another. “so so fucking much”. 

 it was hard to even speak when your walls felt so warm and tight around his cock, when your boobs moved with each thrust, when the soft rays of the sun landed on your face— lips fully parted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes looking up at bruce with a look so beautiful it made this man want to kiss you all over.

your hands on his shoulder blade slid further to his back, each scar brushed through your fingertips until they reached the large bat symbol plastered on his back. but they trembled when bruce buried his face in your boobs with a muffled groan, breathing in your perfume. a sound left your lips in return, his leaking mushroom tip hitting your cervix so deep your body was almost jolting in bruce’s grasp and your back sank deeper in the mattress his name left your lips like it was the only word you knew, manicured nails digging in his back and feeling his mouth suck on your cleavage and trail up, leaving saliva behind on your chest. all up till his mouth sloppily met with yours with an open kiss, one hand leaving your hip to grab hold of your face

you heard a small hiss from bruce’s lips as his reaction, rolling his eyes from the sensation as another groan was heard from him. “thaats it, sweetheart” he cooed on your lips. “decorate my back with those pretty nails i paid for” another sloppy kiss that had saliva seeping from both of your mouths and blabbering murmurs mindlessly from him, brain too focused on the warmth of your body. 

“pretty girl’s stuffed so full, aren’t you?” “don’t hide from me, wanna see your face when i fill you up”

“fuck— takin’ me so well like you were made for it”

wonder how you're going to be describing your morning to your friends

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(a/n: dialogue could have been better but we ball(s deep in bruce wayne))

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HER SWORN SWORD . you swore an oath to serve talia, and tonight she intends to have you serve her in a different way. pairing ! talia al ghul x fem!reader warnings ! period sex (reader is menstruating), period cunnilingus + fingering, scissoring/tribbing, dom!talia, sub!top reader, power imbalance, mentions of reader having taken a chastity vow, nicknames used : beloved, pet, good girl, dumb pet, habibti + my lady (towards talia). 💬 sorta based on a daenerys thought i had... i know mama.... BUT HAPPY PRIDE Y’ALL !!!

“Beloved.”

The moon hung low over the mountainous compound, casting shadows across the wooden floors and monsters along the walls as she called for you softly from within the lamplit chamber.

You entered without hesitation, the large door shutting behind you as you knelt to the floor on one knee, awaiting her acknowledgement.

All knew within the grand halls of the League that you were Talia’s sworn sword, the shadow that had followed behind her since her youth and your own, the blade that idled outside her bedchamber in the dead of night, lest anyone dare to traverse where they are not welcome.

You, the woman who had knelt before her in your maidenhood and vowed, with her own sword pressed to your neck and the taste of blood and steel in your mouth after defeating her lesser champions, that you would serve her until your dying day. That your body, your blood, your unwavering loyalty and service would all be hers.

You swore fealty. You bled to honor your oaths. No man would ever touch you, nor would worldly pleasure tempt you.

“You are not my father’s dog.” Talia laid before you, reclined on the silken cushions of the divan, blood red and gold along the trim, a testament to the opulence of the Al Ghul name and the waste they laid to their inferiors.

“He does not command you away from me,” she said, and her decency — which, you knew better to assume she reserved any in the privacy of her chamber and especially around you —was barely covered by a thin, sheer robe that was deafeningly white, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder like spilled ink. “You belong to no one but me.”

“My lady—”

“Where did he send you?” Talia asked you, and you unlatched your sword, setting it down by the door of her chamber where you were supposed to be keeping your post on the other side.

“Nowhere so far that I could not return to you,” you said. “Only beyond the perimeter, My Lady, and only for such a short time. I returned to my post as you would wish it.”

Talia turned her face away from you, her lips pursing with displeasure. “Come here,” she demanded.

You rose to your feet and crossed the room in an instant. Once you were within arm’s reach, her hand grasped ahold of your belt, pulling you down until you knelt again next to the divan, now at her eye-level. “I wondered where you were,” her fingers traced your jaw. “I don’t like wondering.”

“Your father’s men are fools,” you remarked and the corner of her mouth lifted in amusement. “I apologize for my absence.”

Her fingers travelled across the curve of your jaw and down the line of your neck, your throat bobbing at the feel of her nails and the soft pads of her fingertips against your skin.

“You are bleeding,” Talia hummed, almost idly. The back of her knuckle grazed your pulse point and you shivered, eyelashes fluttering. “I know it.”

“It is nothing—” you whispered, your jaw tightened slightly from the sudden exposure of your condition. “I have handled monthlies worse than this. Lest you forget the prowess you’ve perfected within me.”

“Brazen,” she laughed darkly. “Look at me, pet. I want you to remove your armor.”

“My lady, this is not—”

“Show me,” Talia’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, her eyes dark with desire. “I wish to see where you bleed.”

“You know where it is,” You stiffened, almost shy. “And you also know the vows that I have sworn at your feet.”

She seized your jaw in her palm and you whimpered with need. “I release you from that foolish vow,” Talia whispered, as her mouth met yours in a soft kiss filled with heat. It burned and burned so good, your heart hammered against your ribcage. “I release you from every vow. You will swear new ones tonight.”

Your hands reached for your breastplate first. Then piece by piece the rest of your armor was discarded, set neatly next to you on the floor until all that remained was the thin shift and your underwear beneath. For a moment, you shied away from her eyes as she sat up, her knees bracketing either side of your body.

“You have not changed,” Talia said, her palm cupping the side of your cheek. “A warrior beneath it all. And mine…” Your eyes lifted to meet her gaze, all emerald and shining down at you, and she smiled, affectionate and amused. “You’ve denied yourself... for that ridiculous vow?”

“For you,” you whispered.

“For me.” She kissed you again, her mouth hungry and demanding and you sighed against her lips, tongues meeting in a wet tangle. “Up,” she commanded, her hands coming to rest on the side of your hip, feeling the outline of your body through the shift.

You moaned at the feel of her flush against you, the heat of her hands slipping under the fabric, bunching it by the hem and pulling it over your head to expose you further as she walked you backward to her massive silk-draped bed.

“My lady, I want to—” you gasped when she separated from you to toss your shift to the floor. Your nakedness made you flush. “I want to see you. Can I?”

“Talia,” she corrected, taking your outstretched palms in hers and pressing them against the slack knot of her robe. “You know my name, beloved.” You pulled the knot loose and she rolled her shoulders, the fabric falling free as she laid you down beneath her.

Her body was a carved masterpiece, her skin like melting gold, breasts heavy and perfect. Your cunt pulsed around nothing, a weight in your stomach swelling with need and Talia laughed sweetly as she pushed you onto your back on the silken sheets, spreading your thighs open and climbing on top of you.

“Look at you,” she kissed down your body slowly, savoring every inch. From latching onto your breasts and sucking each nipple into her mouth, to kissing the curve of your stomach, down to your thighs, until her mouth hovered over your clothed cunt, where the cloth was folded underneath to absorb the blood.

“You saved this little cunt for me,” Talia purred, voice dripping with filthy reverence. “Does it ache, my sweet sword?”

You whimpered, your hips twitching upward as she peeled your underwear off, folding it carefully and setting it aside. You felt shame burning at your cheeks. “Talia, wait, it’s not—”

“Save your embarrassment for a lesser woman,” she whispered, dragging an index finger along the faint smear of blood staining your inner thighs. “I want to taste you,” she declared, and before you could answer, she licked a long, slow stripe up your puffy slit, tasting the mix of blood and slick.

You squirmed, hips twitching as you let out a long moan, the heat of nervousness swelling into unbearable heat, your thighs trembling as they tried to close instinctively.

“Delicious,” Talia groaned, the sound vibrating against your clit. “Bleed for me, habibti.” Her mouth sealed over your cunt, tongue sliding through your folds with obscene hunger as she sucked gently on your swollen clit, then licked you with broader, messier strokes, smearing your blood across her lips and chin.

“F-fuck— Talia—!” You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets. The weight in your belly twisted into deep, throbbing pleasure with every curl of her tongue.

The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth moving sloppily over your heat, your back arching up to chase the pleasure she was giving you. “So good— ah, it’s so much….”

“That’s it,” Talia murmured against your pussy, swirling her tongue over your clit. “Fuck my tongue, pet. Let your Lady drink from you. This cunt has been starving for attention, hasn’t it? So neglected... So loyal... let me stretch you.”

She pushed a finger inside you slowly, one palm pressed softly against your belly in soothing rubs as she eased a second in, your hot, gummy walls sucking her deeper and she curled them against that spongy spot deep inside you while her tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit.

“Fuck me— yes! Talia, yes!”

“Sing for me,” she laughed. “Just like that… my needy thing… cum for me while I fuck you the way you dreamed of.”

The combination of her mouth and the aching fullness of her so deep inside you, fucking against that sweet spot made your thighs shake violently. “I’m… God— fuck, I’m cumming!”

“So obedient,” Talia suckled your clit harder. “Cum on your Lady’s tongue like the desperate little whore I made you.”

You shattered with a broken sob, back arching hard as your orgasm crashed through you. Talia kept licking you through it, drinking down every drop of your arousal and blood, moaning praises into your cunt the entire time.

When you finally stopped trembling, Talia crawled up your body and kissed you with her bloody mouth, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“I am not finished with you,” she whispered hotly. “I want to feel you against me. Can you take me?”

“Yes— God, yes.” You whined with desperation, cupping her face with a palm as you wiped the blood from her mouth, your lips going to her neck and down her sternum, grazing a stiff nipple between your teeth. And she moaned, her head tilting back, fingers tugging at your hair.

Talia rolled onto her back and pulled you on top of her, straddling her thigh first, but then she guided your hips between hers, thighs thrown over each other’s until your cunts pressed together, your bloody, sensitive pussy flush against her dripping one, unbearably hot from wanting you.

“Ride me,” Talia ordered, her green eyes blazing. “Be a good girl and fuck your Lady. I want you.”

Even in this position, with you on top, and muscles flexing, you were utterly submissive, pliant and at her service like the oaths you swore on your knees. “Fuck me, beloved,” she whispered.

Talia’s hands gripped your hips hard, controlling the rhythm as you began to grind down. The slide was slick and messy. Your blood mixed with both of your arousals, created the wettest, most obscene glide and every roll of your hips made your swollen clit drag perfectly against hers, up against her swollen folds then down against that sensitive bud.

“Fuck— my lady,” you gasped, bracing your hands on either side of her head. “Your pussy’s perfect...”

“You’re doing so good,” Talia cooed up at you, her honeyed voice breaking into a moan. “Grind that filthy little cunt on me. Can you feel how wet I am for you? How much I’ve wanted to ruin my perfect, chaste girl?”

You whimpered and moved faster, hips rolling desperately as you fucked down into her. The pressure on your sensitive, weeping pussy was overwhelming in the best way as Talia’s hands guided you harder, forcing you to take more from her.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” she groaned, eyes flicking down to where you were grinding. “All that pretty blood smeared across my cunt. You’re mine. This pussy has always been mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned, voice breaking as you rocked harder against her. “Only yours, my lady— you’re so fucking wet—”

“My dumb little pet,” Talia’s breath hitched, her own hips bucking up to meet yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— yes! Fill me up like this, my desperate girl.”

The wet, filthy sounds of your cunts sliding together grew louder. You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers as you fucked her exactly how she wanted, each filthy smack of your hips making her tits bounce, and you grasped both in your palms, fondling and squeezing them as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Use me,” Talia’s fingers dug into your ass, pulling you tighter against her. “Use me until we cum,” she growled. “I want to feel this needy cunt gush for me, beloved.”

You came first with a strangled cry, your thighs shaking as your pussy clenched and throbbed hard against hers and Talia’s nails clawed against the bottom of your spine as she shuddered and followed right after, moaning low and filthy as she ground up into you, riding out both your orgasms until you were both slick and trembling.

As you panted, desperately trying to catch your breath, Talia pulled you down against her chest, stroking your hair reverently.

She kissed your temple softly, a palm cradling your lower abdomen as if daring pain to come and try its hand at taking you from her arms.

“Your vow is broken,” Talia whispered, her voice like silk against your ear. “You are no longer chaste. And you will never take another. You will swear yourself to me again.”

She paused to look up at you, her green eyes soft with warmth and gentleness. “And I will swear myself to you. You must accept me, beloved.”

You shivered, pressing your face into her neck, a grin toying at your lips. “…As my lady commands.”

[moviecritc]

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo and you hiding your relationship from your mom ╱ mdni, dom!yuki, dumbification, degradation, corruption?, size difference ˚.✦

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who picks you up in the corner of your street after you tell your mom you're going to have a sleepover with some friends. Yuki pulls up in her motorbike, with a pretty helmet just for you. She greets you with a kiss on the lips and a squeeze in your ass, helping you put your helmet on. "Hold on tight," she says every time, and she doesn't start up until your arms are around her waist.

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who was the one to convince you to start seeing each other, the way she talked to you, telling you how gorgeous of a woman you've became, it made your thighs press together. She took advantage of the effect she has on you and now she has you wrapped around her fingers.

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who sees you as her cute doll. She's stronger and smarter than you, she easily lifts you up and sits you on her lap so you can grind against her jeans. You're always completely naked and she's all dressed up. You get all shy and whiny, trying to hide your face in her neck but she just grabs your chin and forces you to look at her. "Don't get bashful now, doll. You're the one who snuck out to come get fucked by your mom's bestie."

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who loves corrupting you slowly. At first you were a nervous virgin who didn't even touch her, but now she's got you all stretched out riding her fingers on the couch before dinner is even ordered, hips rolling desperately while you cry into her shoulder.

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo whose favorite thing is making you beg. She'll have you on your knees, pretty mouth stretched around her strap while she pets your hair and mocks you in her sweet and condescending voice. "You can go deeper, sweetheart. You were so loud on the phone earlier telling me how empty you felt. Now you're acting like you can’t handle it?" She pushes her hips forward just enough to make you gag, then laughs when tears prick your eyes.

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who, after she's got you all worked up and dripping, she flips you onto the bed like you weight nothing, the size difference always makes you throb. She's a special grade sorcerer and you're just... you. It turns you on so much you get stupid for her. You end up face down, ass up, whimpering her name while she fucks you hard from behind, one hand fisted in your hair. "That's iiiiiit, moan for me louder, stupid girl. Let me hear how much you love getting that tight pussy ruined."

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo whose aftercare is soft in the filthiest way. She pulls you into her lap, still buried inside of you and makes you cockwarm her while she feeds you snacks and strokes you back. Yo2u get all clingy, nuzzling into her chest, you hear her chuckle and say: "Look at my cute girl. Don't worry, princess, your mom will never find out how much of a whore you are for me."

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who loves the risk. It makes everything hotter. Sometimes she'll text you while you're having dinner with your mom, describing exactly what she's going to do to you later. You have to sit there blushing and trying not to squirm while Yuki sends messages like gonna fuck that pretty mouth until you forget your own name. You always end up excusing yourself early with some lame excuse just to run back to her.

mom's best friend!yuki tsukumo who still can't believe how shy you get even after all the times she's fucked you stupid. When you're riding her she'll grip your hips hard enough to bruise and force you to look her in the eyes. "Don't hide that face. I wanna see how dumb I make you." You always end up a teary mess, telling her how she owns you and how you'd let her do anything.

a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH SHOUT OUT TO THE LESBIANS. if i remember well @bat1nsignia once mentioned mom's best friend yuki and WELLL i finally wrote it i genuinely don't know why i didn't write about yuki art by kei_zsi