pairings | kakashi hatake, kisuke urahara, hal jordan x fem! reader
summary | who knew that one small act of kindness would lead to you gaining an eternity of annoyance
KAKASHI HATAKE
“Kakashi.” When he doesn’t respond you step closer, chakra flaring in warning so you won’t get stabbed when you reach for him. “Come on, you’ll get sick.”
A lone grey eye sliding lazily over your face before flickering back towards the memorial stone is all the acknowledgement you get, but he doesn’t put up a fight when you start to push him gently in front of you.
It’s a slow trudge to your apartment, fingers clenched tightly around the back of his soaking wet jonin vest in case he tries to make a run for it. Except the longer you walk the more apparent it becomes that the only thing keeping him moving is your gentle guiding.
Corralling him into the warmth of your already heated apartment, you triple check the door is locked before dropping to your knees, tugging Kakashi’s shoes off with only a little prompting.
His vest, weapons and shirt come off next as you sit him on one of your two chairs and the pathetic excuse of a dining table.
“Stay there.” You threaten, waving a finger in his face even as his gaze remains largely vacant. It only takes a second to grab a pile of freshly washed towels and some clothes and a face mask, dumping them on the table as you start with his sodden hair.
Kakashi doesn’t fight as you dry his hair then upper half but he doesn’t help either. It’s not until you hand him a new towel and a pair of pants that he kicks into gear slowly.
Leaving him to his own devices, you head into the kitchen thanking the gods that you’ve still got some leftover soup from yesterday.
It’s nothing special, but given Kakashi’s abhorrent inability to care for himself in this state it’s certainly better than anything he’d manage.
You take your time dishing it out and heating it up, kicking up a cacophony in the kitchen as you do.
“Order up!” You cheer, sliding the bowl in front of him, gathering up the wet clothes and towels and shuffling towards the laundry.
Mournfully, you imagine the warm shower you’d otherwise be having before drying yourself off and changing into a fluffy set of pyjamas, kitten slippers on your feet as you shuffle back out to check on him.
To your surprise, most of the soup's already been eaten, the new face mask remaining untouched as Kakashi slowly finishes the meal, almost as if he's savouring the taste.
“Whose clothes are these?” The question startles you almost as much as the sudden clarity in his gaze.
“Genma's, I think? I figured his clothes would be the closest in size.”
“You think?” His brow furrows. “Who else's clothes do you have?”
“Gai, um, Aoba. They stay the night sometimes.” You shrug, reaching for the now-empty bowl, rinsing it a little before dumping it in the sink; you'll deal with it later.
Back turned, you don't notice the tension lining Kakashi's frame, brows drawn and frowning at the thought of other men getting so close to you.
They stayed the night? What did you mean by that?
He's seen Genma flirt with you several times, but surely you hadn't actually fallen for it? and did you say Gai?
Unaware of his inner spiral/ongoing murder plots, you usher Kakashi up and down the hallway, not seeing the pink flush covering his cheeks when you usher him into your bedroom.
“You can sleep in here tonight; I'll take the couch.” You don't make it more than three steps before a hand locks around your wrist, and you're tugged backward into a warm chest.
The world tilts briefly as you find yourself suddenly on your mattress, Kakashi curled restrictively around you like a limpet.
“What, do you think you're doing?”
Kakashi hums, snuggling into your side like he's trying to burrow under your skin, “staying the night.”
His arms tighten the second you try to squirm away, and you sigh, resigning yourself to a long night.
Kakashi's gone in the morning, and you almost write the whole thing off as some strange dream. Except when you stumble into your apartment the next night, exhausted and ready to crawl into bed, Kakashi's already there.
You should've left him in the rain.
KISUKE URAHARA
“Alright, enough is enough.” Kisuke barely has any time to register the door to his office being thrown open, let alone your words, before a hand is yanking the blanket off his shoulders and dragging him outside into the blinding light.
Blinking furiously, he tries to adjust to the light, stumbling over himself as he blearily registers that it's you who's got him by the collar.
“How long are you going to keep moping around? Yoruichi had to come annoy me into visiting; you're lucky it wasn't Hiyori.”
“What are you—” Kisuke stammers as you manhandle him into sitting at the small table, trailing off when he sees the bowl of admittedly tantalising smeeling soup.
“Well? Are you going to just sit there and stare like an idiot? Eat up.”
“You made this...for me?”
“No, I made it for the next-door neighbour. What do you think?!” There's an adorably angry furrow to your brow, and part of him wants to cry; it's a sight he never thought he'd see again. Not after he's so thoroughly failed to fix what Aizen's done to you.
“Oi, what's with the weird look?”
“Ah, I'm just surprised; I didn't know you could cook.” As expected, your eyes twitched furiously, and Kisuke felt his heart lighten in the presence of your anger.
“Kisuke—” Before you can start screaming at him properly, Kisuke launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing his cheek into your belly.
“So cute! Who knew you cared so much about little ole me?”
“Let go, you freak!”
“Haha, never!” He cheered, squeezing you even tighter when you try to squirm away.
“How someone like you was ever made a captain is beyond me!” You bring a fist down on his head, but just like your voice is lacking true heat, you're not truly aiming to hurt him.
Hundreds of years spent by his side in Squad Two under Yoruichi mean that Kisuke can see right through that mask you're projecting.
You've been taking care of him for longer than Kisuke cared to admit; it was probably time he started to repay the favour.
Kisuke really doesn't understand why you start screaming at him whenever you wake up, only to find him hovering over your bed, plate of breakfast already lovingly prepared by him.
HAL JORDAN
It's been months since you've seen Hal Jordan. You hadn't even heard he was back planetside, so to see him suddenly during a league meeting was unexpected.
A meeting you can barely concentrate on with him sitting there looking so... pathetic.
You suspect he's trying to hide it, but it would be impossible for you to ignore the bags under his eyes, barely hidden by his mask, the week-old stubble lining his jaw and the grease in his hair.
Hal looks rough, and you can hazard a guess as to why.
It's not the first time Hal's spent long stints of time in space, and if trends are being followed, he's probably lost his apartment.
Watching him linger behind uncertainly as the rest of the league filters out of the conference room has you sighing, already trying not to regret your decision. “Hal, come on, dinner's on me.”
You motion for him to follow with a tilt of your head, not waiting for him to make up his mind as you head for the zeta tube. It takes him a few moments, but eventually you hear hurried footsteps as Hal sidles up to you.
“Well, I'll never turn down free food.” He slings an arm around your shoulder casually.
“Change of plans.” You duck out from beneath him. “We're going back to mine so you can shower first; you stink.”
Hal's offended sputters are drowned out by the zeta tube thrumming to life, spitting you out a few streets over from your home. You continue walking, unhindered by Hal's insistence that he doesn't stink, even as he surreptitiously sniffs himself.
It's a silent walk from there, Hal shifting awkwardly behind you as you fiddle with your keys. “You can calm down; I've made us invisible to everyone else. Nobody will even notice the Green Lantern's in Gotham.”
“Bruce will notice.”
“What, you scared of the bat?” You usher him inside, trying not to smile at his indignance.
“No, I just don't want to deal with him being a dick about it.”
“Aw, poor baby. Don't worry, I'll fend off the Dark Knight for you.”
“My hero.” Hal deadpans, and you snort, pushing him into your bathroom.
“You can get started. There's spare towels already folded beneath the counter, and I'll bring you some clothes.”
“You have men's clothes lying around?” Hal tries not to pull a face at that, watching as yous crounge through some drawers.
“Picked up a few items over the years,” you throw back without looking away from your current task, “hope you don't mind boxers.”
Hal doesn't dignify that with an answer, blinking as you shove a pile of clothes into his arms, still a little overwhelmed that he's somehow ended up in your apartment.
“Hurry up. I'll see what I can put together for dinner.”
Leaving him alone with his thoughts, Hal mechanically sets about the task set before him, groaning when the hot water pours over aching muscles.
Part of him wants to stay under the warm spray for hours, but the ache in his stomach and the promise of food eventually lure him out and into the kitchen.
“Smells good.” He clears his throat, watching as you whip around with wide eyes, plate in hand.
“Oh, you're done. Have a seat, I'll wash your clothes.” You trade the plate for the pile of clothes he's awkwardly clinging to. Watching as you clamber down the hallway, Hal woodenly takes a seat at the kitchen counter.
Hal would like to say he was polite and waited until you got back, but the hunger wins out, and he devours the steak like a beast.
“Nobody's taking it from you.” Your amused voice has him flushing, his jaw slowing even as you smile. Taking his plate to slide another steak and some roast vegetables from a container of leftovers onto it before sliding it back in front of him.
“It's not much, but anything else would have taken too long.”
“It's great. Delicious.” He rushes to assure between swallowing bites.
“You really don't have to flatter me.”
“I'm not, it's the best thing I've tasted in months.” He earnestly states, something solemn in his gaze that has you softening.
“Hal.” You hesitate a little, turning your back to the stove so you won't see his expression. “I've got a spare room...you can stay for as long as you need.”
“I—That's not really necessary, I'll—”
“Hal.” You spin around, gaze narrowed. “Just accept the help.”
He withers under your gaze, because privately, Hal's aware he's not in a position to refuse.
For all his initial reticence, Hal sure does enjoy spending the next five months living under your roof, eating your cooking and generally demanding your attention 24/7.
Oliver makes a joke that you're practically a couple at this point, and to your dismay, you don't necessarily hate the considering glimmer in Hal's eyes at the thought.
— celebrating 10 thousand followers by paying homage to my first ever follower event with a fun little twist <3
— from July 13th - August 13th
I have 20 pre-written prompts you can request from + 10 'build your own' requests for anyone who wanted to come up with their own <3 plus we are doing matchups!
~ more prompts may be added depending how well the event does + how much writing i can do
Froggi's Prompts:
— choose a prompt, choose your fave (or faves) from any fandom & send in a request!
SFW Prompts:
— spooky prompts:
Pumpkin Patch
Camping
Halloween Party (Scott Summers)
Haunted Hayride (John Constantine)
Horror Movie Marathon
College/University! AU
Cafe! AU
Ghostbusters! AU
— summer prompts:
Beach Day (Dick Grayson)
Pool Party (Tim Drake)
Roadtrip (Jason Todd)
Theme Park
Friendship Bracelets
Summer Camp! AU (Oliver Queen)
Band! AU (Duke Thomas)
NSFW Prompts:
Skinny Dipping (Victor Stone)
Ghostface! AU
Sundress (Mizuki)
Enemies to Lovers
Masquerade ball
— Build Your Own Prompts!
Choose your character(s)
Choose your season (summer or fall)
Choose your theme from the list below <3
🌴 - fluff
🍁 - hurt/comfort
⛱️ - angst
🔮 - froggi’s choice
(accepted prompts go here!)
— Matchups!
— MATCHUP REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY PAUSED WHILE I CATCHUP. YOU CAN STILL REQUEST FOR THE REST OF THE EVENT 💖
you give me your:
Fandom:
Gender/pronouns + sexuality/gender preference:
Your Halloween Couples Costume:
Anyone you specifically DON’T want:
Favorite Song:
Short description of yourself (likes/dislikes/hobbies/whatever you’d like):
and I’ll give you:
your ideal partner
some writing about how you meet +a fun adventure together
cute little moodboard of your relationship
Matchup Masterlist:
01. Yelena Belova
02. Koriand'r
i genuinely cannot thank everyone enough for getting me to 10k, it's crazy to me that less than a year ago i was sitting at less than half of that. you are all amazing and i love you all sooo much <3 please let me know if you want any prompts added to the list, it's the least i can do!
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Hiiiiii i'd love a match up if that's okay?😁 I'm looking for a match with any DC girl who isn't from the typical 'bat family/gotham' grouping. My favourite song is probably Baddadan by Chase & Status and my couples costume (if I wasn't devistatingly single🥲) would probably be Ochako Uraraka and Toga Himiko from MHA
I'm a pansexual who uses she/they. I have light brown hair that i usually wear tied to the back of my neck but if it's down naturally it sort of falls into a bob cut. I love to wear hair accessories and rings and necklaces in bright yellows and blues- i dont have a ton of money but I love collecting trinkets to wear, especially because I go to alot of arts and crafts and music festivals through the year🎊.
I'm part of the eco club at my college and i'm a big fan of plants and taking care of them (evidenced with the 7 different cacti im currently taking care of🌵). I've been told that i'm very loud and extroverted, usually a bit too much, but I dont mind because a few of my friends are introverts so we gell really well when I yap loads and they listen ✨️
Some things I really like are drum & bass music, club raves, festival food, arts and crafts, sunflowers, manga and cheerleading (i used to be in a team before I quit for more time for eco club ❤️). I really dislike people who wont let others express themselves and those who think that hurting the world and animals is okay ): I do my best to be patient with everyone but i'm very loyal and have gotten into a fair bit of trouble for starting fights to stick up for my friends🥲 TYSM!😁😁
Your ideal partner is: Koriand'r
Runner up(s): Dinah Lance, Jessica Cruz
Why you work: kori might actually be THEE perfect woman for you, since both of you are so kind and positive! kori would absolutely bring you little trinkets from all of your adventures and i just know she'd be the absolutely best at putting on makeup if you ever needed help <3 you will never be too much for kori AND with her, you'll always have a festival buddy!
froggi yaps -> sorry this is so late babes >.< work kicked my butt this week BUT i really hope you enjoy it + you're happy with your matchup! usually with these i have to think about it for a few minutes but yours just screamed kori and i knew she'd be your perfect match <3
How You Meet:
— in a rain storm
The rumbling in the sky seems to get closer as you sprint down the street, bag over your head to cover you from the rain. It’s freezing out, the sudden windstorm as unexpected as it is inconvenient.
On a better day, you might actually enjoy the rain. Might watch it from your window and trace raindrops with your fingertips. But not today—not when you’re late and rushing and soaking wet.
You speed up, your destination still not in sight, and pray to every celestial body you can think of for the rain to stop. It doesn’t.
The toe of your sneaker catches on the damp side of a sidewalk and before you know it, the world is a blur of concrete and rain, your bag sailing through the air. You brace yourself, tucking your knees in.
Before you can even hit the concrete, strong arms wrap around your waist and tug you back to your feet, enveloping you against your saviours warm body.
You jolt, going rigid and spinning on your heels to face your hero. You blink at the tall, beautiful woman standing in front of you. That is not what you were expecting.
“Are you alright?” She asks, voice melodic.
You nod slowly but your heart is still racing from your near-miss. “T-thank you.”
A gentle hand comes to rest on your shoulder, her palms a refreshing heat from the cold, wet air you’ve grown used to.
“You seemed to be in a hurry,” she notes.
“Yeah, I’m—“ You sigh, hand shaking slightly as you raise it to rest on the back of your neck. “I’m late for something.”
Her lips purse, perfectly glossed. “Can I help you at all?”
“Not unless you can magically dry my clothes. Or teleport.”
A sly smile comes to her lips and for the first time all day, hope flickers in your chest.
Your Adventure Together:
— a music festival
Kory’s flowy, tulle skirt is low on her hips, sparkling under the bright colourful lights of the festival. Her belt jingles when she walks, the shiny jewelry matching the rings, bracelets and necklaces she adorned herself with before leaving the house.
There’s a smile on her face as she takes another bite of her sno cone. “This is exactly what I needed right now.”
You only nod along, snacking on your own sno cone. You can’t help but agree it’s the perfect treat to soothe the heat that’s bubbled up under your skin while the two of you had been dancing.
Kori digs her spoon back into the colourful paper cup and shovels enough blue coloured ice onto it. She holds it out for you, prodding at your lips with the tip of her spoon. You have no choice but to oblige her, opening your mouth and letting her feed you.
The flavour of creamy blue raspberry fills your mouth, eyes fluttering shut while you savour the taste. “Okay,” you admit. “Yours is a little better than mine.”
“A little?” She cocks a perfectly manicured eyebrow, digging her spoon into your cup before popping it into her mouth. She hums, nodding in agreement. “I think mine’s a lot better.”
Your eyes roll playfully.
“Don’t pout,” she huffs, leaning in to press her lips against yours.
You kiss her back, arms snaking around her waist to pull her in, letting the blue raspberry that lingers on her lips fill your tastebuds.
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Warnings: None really, pure and absolute fluff // Not exactly requested but based on the prompt “First thought after seeing you smile” that the lovely @batwngs gave me <3
Morph’s thoughts: I wrote this while listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s Honeybee and reading the poem by Warsaw Shire and now i’m sad cause Cass isn’t real and my gf :( lol // as always, feedback is always welcome <3
You're staring. You're fully aware of it, too, you just can't help it. Not with the way her head tilts back and her nose scrunches up, light dimples appearing on her cheeks when she laughs at something Steph said.
Even when Cass turns, her eyes immediately finding yours, like your gaze calls for her attention the same way a lighthouse does a ship stuck in a storm. You still look at her, let your own lips pull up, smile broadening until your teeth show, your cheeks become tight and your ears shift a bit in their place.
You can't look away because it's there, so easy to see. A light, something bright and joyous playing in the dark pool of her eyes. It's the look of hope, of happiness, the one that lets you know that something has shifted in the best way. She's done it, she's found her place, her home.
You're not naïve, have been involved in the efforts to save Gotham of it's eternal curse for too long to fall so easily for the tricks the little lovesick voice in the back of your head tries to catch you with. It's not over; the long nights and bad dreams, the instinctual need to assess every person and exit in a new room. She'll still check behind corners and under beds, will look towards dark and shadowed spots for a little too long to make sure nothing hides there. All of you do.
But her shoulders have a light slope to them —not bowed with the heaviness of sadness or grief, but rather a relaxed curve, a subtle show of how her muscles sit when they're not held in place by tension—, her movements are slower and confident. She's not looking for a way out, not choosing to pull away and intentionally be alone before loneliness can get to her.
In fact, she's the one standing up, the one making her way to you and even if she still can't quite gather the courage to be the first one to pull you closer and into her arms, she stands just far enough that you know it's exactly what she wants.
Of course, you give it to her without question. Your arms wrap around her waist to tug her closer, a soft murmur of «hey, pretty girl» leaving you and against her lips, the next thing brushed against their soft skin is a kiss.
She lets out a little giggle, one that melts into your lips. More importantly, one that carries joy and some traces of embarrassment when your friends decide to act like children cheering and booing alike at the slightest bit of PDA.
You don't care about their reactions though, not when instead of pulling away she just murmurs an equally heartfelt greeting before melting into another kiss. Her hands find their place on the curve of your neck and the one on your cheek, calloused fingers feeling feather-light when they caress your skin.
Perhaps you use it as a distraction, the rain of soft little pecks you pepper all over her face; because as much as her laugh and the way she just leans closer makes your heart soar, you can't deny how lucky you feel that she doesn't notice the way you flip the middle finger to the group before they finally settle down.
"Looks good on you, baby." It's barely a whisper, but she's more than close enough to hear you over the general chatter filling up the bar. You could melt at the way her head tilts to the side, the quiet curiosity at your words that it carries. One of your hands leaves her hip to instead cup her cheek, her eyes flutter closed as she leans into it and the only thought that fills your mind is how peaceful she looks like this.
"Happiness," you clarify finally, pressing a soft peck to her forehead before your eyes find that sparkle in hers again. "You were made for it."
Pairing(s): conner kent x jordan!reader, dad!hal jordan x daughter!reader
In Which: being on the roof during an alien invasion really isn’t a great idea.
Info: two uses of y/n. allusion to injury. a little bit of angst. reader imaginatively describes an unlikely scenario in which they die. reader is stressing hal tf out. 791 words.
This is probably a stupid thing to do, you think to yourself as you hurry up the stairs of your apartment building, glancing at the grainy livestream on your phone every two steps. A few minutes later and you’ve finally made it to the last landing, pushing open the access door to your roof and heading outside.
There is, unsurprisingly, no one else around at the moment, but it’s not like a lot of people went up to the roof anyways; and they certainly didn’t during the middle of an alien invasion. You, however, were not currently experiencing the same level of concern as your neighbours, considering you’ve brought your binoculars.
The battle’s focused a few blocks away, and even without your binoculars you can see a green Optimus Prime-looking construct; no doubt one of Kyle’s creations. A look down at your phone shows that the livestream’s still going, someone closer to the area recording it from their window for the world to see.
It’s in that instant that an unfortunate sequence of events occurs. You watch your screen as something gets knocked into and bounces off of a building and goes flying off camera, in the direction of… your apartment building. Your eyes flick from the screen to the sky.
You’re starting to think the universe really hates Jordans.
You don’t get hit with the weight of impact. Just a whoosh of air that, if you weren’t already crouched down, would’ve knocked you off balance. You raise your head from your arms, blinking at the person in front of you, a chunk of something held above them.
“Hi,” He says, a slight smirk on his face, though his eyes show concern. “I’m Superboy.”
Your eyes drop to the insignia on his chest. “I can see that.” You glance back up at the concrete in his hands. “Are you gonna put that somewhere? Preferably not near me.”
“Right. One second.” He’s gone and back again before you can blink, holding his hand out to you. “You alright, uh…?” He trails off, realizing he doesn’t know what to call you.
“Y/n.” You say, offering your name as he helps you up. “And I’m still here, so I’d say I’m”—you catch sight of a nearing green glow and let out a nervous laugh—“in big trouble.”
Kon opens his mouth, a barrage of questions on the tip of his tongue—though he doesn’t get the chance to ask them, watching as Green Lantern stops short of barrelling into you.
You try not to think too much about the expression on your father’s face as he checks you over for scrapes and bruises. It’s an expression you’ve only seen a few times in your life, the most prominent memory of it from when you were eleven and your flu symptoms stuck around for a little too long.
When he sees you’re okay, his face shifts, and some of the tension leaves his shoulders. You think you’re in the clear when he presses a kiss to the top of your head, but that assumption goes out the window the second he makes eye contact with you.
Hal squeezes your shoulders, gently shaking you as he bellows out a question. “Are you insane?!”
Ohh, Kon thinks to himself as the realization hits. You’re that Y/n.
You let out a little huff as you reply to your father’s (albeit rhetorical) query. “Dad, I’m fine. This guy”—You make a vague gesture towards Kon, who’s still hovering a few feet away—“caught the thing.”
“I have a name,” Kon interjects, though neither you nor your father pay any attention to his comment.
“He wouldn’t have had to if you were inside where you’re supposed to be.”
“Inside? Like, inside the building made of concrete with a bunch of windows that could break when something gets thrown at them and the shards could possibly embed themselves in my skin and lead to my untimely death?”
“You—” Hal pinches the bridge of nose, muttering something about alien invasions, children and grey hairs before looking back at you. “Stairs.”
Kon, who’s been, for the most part, silently observing the conversation looks between the two of you in confusion. “Stairs?”
You’re ready with another protest, but the look on your father’s face says not to push it. “Fine.”
“Good. Go. Now.”
“I’m going!” You head towards the door, pausing at the entrance to look back. “Hey, Superboy?” You watch as Kon perks up at the sound of his moniker. “I like your jacket.” With that you turn away, the door shutting behind you.
Hal turns his head to the side very slowly, eyes narrowing as he spots the grin spreading across Kon’s face. “No.”
- Smut (18+) -> Is the nightgown just some lazy lingerie? Or is little actually more?
- CW: smut, mirror sex, semi-public, in a changing room, Alfred cameo in the end, not proofread, reader has boobs, inspo explanation for the lazy choice at the beginning
- Requested by anon
- I rushed this so I'm so sorry if it isn't good :((
Zero here, you may think this is where the fic starts but I need to first say this is based on some lazy ass lingerie I saw when I was shopping: sheer, and NO shape, it just drapes over and hangs over your boobs.
Like it literally looks like someone cut a rectangle of fabric, glued the ends together and hot glued two spaghetti straps at the top. I HATED it but was also curious.
And since Bruce is a boobs guy and I'm CONVINCED of this, he therefore loves this so enjoy beautiful readers.
The past few days were filled with your complaints about having only a few bras, just a general lack overall, and even asking for panties because you still have underwear from when you were in your teens.
Bruce was happy to take you to Victoria secret, after all they do have some cute bras but he stayed critical in his judgement even when peering through the shelves and hangers.
“This threading is too flimsy” Or “This won’t give you the right balance of support and comfort.”
Were among some things he told you, and while you appreciated his help in pointing out the obvious, you came in here for their more…spicy lingeries.
Bruce didn’t question anything. He was a good husband like that. He sat in the pink waiting room, looking down at the floor and at his hands, fidgeting like a prepubescent boy that was strung along by his mom.
It was getting to a point though…you started coming out in the skimpiest pieces he’d ever seen. You had come out and asked him to look at the stringiest lingerie, teasing him viciously by pretending you’re not teasing him at all.
But he was able to soldier through his arousal during that.
This time you had given up trying to make him horny, you resorted to trying on some of the nightgowns you had found. Still without your bra on you put on a sheer nightgown, a babydoll one that draped over your breasts and you cringed slightly at the indents of your own nipples poking at the sheer fabric.
With a shrug you open the door of the very pink establishment, only slightly to peek your head out and when you see no one else roaming the outside of the changing rooms, you step out.
“This one kinda sucks, doesn’t even have cups or anything!” You complain, staring down at the lazily thought out pyjama-lingerie love-child that you tried on. You thought it looked like a sheer curtain and even turned away without hearing out Bruce to look back at the changing room mirror.
Though when you lift your gaze to the reflective surface, you nearly jump as your husband looms behind you, staring at your chest through the mirror.
His bottom lip was briefly caught between his teeth and then released with a sheen of spit as he couldn’t help himself but reach behind him to feel out the doorknob and slowly close it, while also locking it shut.
“Just because it seems lazy, it definitely doesn’t make me feel lazy” he breathes, now looking down at your breasts, it’s almost automatic that Bruce drifts his hands up grazing his palms over the surface and then pressing his hands firmly, groaning at the pebbling of your nipples and giving them a firm squeeze. “They look extra beautiful like this,” he groans.
You aren’t exactly sure how it escalated, but Bruce was really testing your flexibility now in a changing room. He still kept that obscure bundle of fabric on your body, in fact he ensured it stayed on by wrapping an arm around your waist.
You're still facing the mirror, however, now Bruce was behind you, hiking one of your legs up so your knee bent at his forearm, dangling in the air but also as support for your other leg as you lean against the adjacent, bright pink wall.
Regardless of the intensity that built up so quickly, you had to joke with him, your voice already strained slightly in trying to keep yourself quiet, “Fuck Bruce! I didn’t know your taste in lingerie was this bad!”
He grunts, but you don’t miss the smirk adorning his face as he leans down to plant his lips on the region between your back and shoulder, “sometimes—shit..less is more..”
Your own laugh echoed in the enclosed space, only to be interrupted by the punch of his fat head into your pussy, and this time you reach a hand back to fist at Bruce’s hair, as if scolding him for the particularly rough thrust.
Plap after plap after plap rang from your shared actions, and your panties pushed to the side were already soaked, dripping in built up arousal from anticipating Bruce’s rip away from decorum whilst you slowly teased with just bras at first. You failed to realise that the loss of decorum includes Bruce not caring about how his pelvis slapping against your ass was louder than any moan you could let out right now.
Maybe your husband can read your thoughts as he reaches a greedy hand around that had been planted on your waist, now rubbing firm circles on your clit, abused by the aftershocks of every snap he pumps out of his hips.
His ring and middle finger get to work in tandem with his cock slamming in and out, uncoordinated but it feels oddly intentional, simply because of how he’s able to expertly navigate where your most sensitive points are.
“That’s it, huh? You know how I know I hit the right spot?” He asks, but he proceeds without waiting for your response, meeting your gaze in the mirror, “you clench around me like you don’t want me to pull out. You want me to pull out?” When he asked that, he subconsciously coaxed a declining shake of your head out, pumping even deeper, which you thought was impossible.
The knot in your lower tummy tightened, building up with Bruce’s humping and his clear adoration of the obscure article of clothing—especially how your breasts look bouncing against it.
The fabric is starting to bunch over your breasts, not quite revealing the delicious skin, but enough for Bruce to properly see the effects of his fingers playing at your pussy.
Gummy walls pulse around that firm spear of his cock, and you tug him in. You don’t even control your own body's instincts in pulling, and tugging and dragging Bruce in closer to you all through your sopping pussy.
That paired with how your back arched against him, caused an involuntary—and certainly evident—gush of pre-cum to twitch out of his cock, coating and seeping into your pussy further.
So when your orgasm hits you, a silent moan escapes with your mouth hanging open, and Bruce’s ever-giving fingers sped up the rubbing against your engorged clit, trying to not let it slip off the spot where you feel the stimulation the most despite the delicious mess of your pussy juices spreading over his fingers.
At home you stare at the copious black and pink bags flooding the living room, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing a breath of exasperation.
This has to be a form of post nut clarity. Bruce’s generosity seemed way more sexy while you were recovering from an orgasm, now it feels like…a lot of money spent.
Next to you Alfred stands, “Madam, I must assure you, this washing along with the laundry of everyone else will take an afternoon to complete.”
“What do you consider as an afternoon?”
“By these standards, whenever the sun is still up.”
“The sun sets at 7 now, Alfred.”
“Yes…it is unfortunate that I’ll be occupied with the laundry for that long. Thank master Bruce for prolonging this on my behalf.”
Summary: having a beach day with your boyfriend <3
Content/CW: mostly cute n fluffy <3
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froggi yaps -> hello hi sorry this is so late 😖 lowkey i just didn’t have the time or motivation to write this BUT its finally finished and i hope you guys love it <3
The sparkling blue of the sea is almost the same colour of Dick’s eyes as he peers at you over the brim of his sunglasses. He’s grinning, head cocked slightly to the side, mess of dark waves falling into his face. Sunlight falls over his skin, catching on his freshly applied sunscreen and shimmering.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He pleads, “just for five minutes.”
Your answer comes in the form of you kicking yourself further back on your chair and spreading the pages of your book further.
“I mean,” he crouches to sit in the sand next to you, “what’s the point of coming to the beach if you’re just gonna read?”
Dick Grayson, as per usual, is absolutely relentless. He leans closer to you, sun-warmed skin tan and warm against yours. He squints to make out the words on the page you’re currently reading, eyebrows raising.
“I’m relaxing,” you say simply.
“You’ve got to be dying of heat. Come on,” he reaches for your free hand, “just take a dip with me.”
You dogear the page and set your book between your legs. “I know you, Grayson. It’s never ‘just a dip’ with you.”
His smile only spreads, a knowing look on his face. “What’s so wrong with that?”
And as if knowing you’re halfway to caving, he rises to his feet, making a big show to stretch his arms over his head. His biceps curl, muscles reflecting the golden sunlight. You can’t help but look, can’t help but trace your eyes up from the tanned muscle of his thigh, to the defined look of his abs, to the shiny white of his teeth.
You sigh. It’s the greatest curse, and blessing, that you happen to have the hottest boyfriend on the planet.
“Okay.” You officially concede, ditching your stuff on the chair and rising to your feet. “Five minutes.”
Dick’s quick to run up to you and wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his muscled chest. “You’re the best.”
“You’re relentless.”
“You love it.”
And unfortunately for you, you really really do.
Dick laces his fingers through yours and tugs you after him, the two of you making your way through the hot sand to where the shore meets the water. Gentle waves lap at the wet sand, your toes sinking into the soft ground.
Dick wastes no time in running ahead and executing a perfect dive into the water, his body arcing and making a big splash as he hits it. You, not nearly as showboaty as Dick Grayson, slowly wade your way into the water until it’s up to your chest.
Dick surfaces, shaking his wet hair out like a dog. “The water is amazing.”
He leans in so close you can see the water droplets running down his face and purses his lips, pressing them against yours. The cold water on his skin rubs against you and soothes the heat that’s soaked into you throughout the day.
“You’re getting me wet,” you cringe.
“It wouldn't be the first time, right?”
You smack his bicep. “Shut up.”
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fluff, maybe slight angst??, not exactly aftercare i just didn’t know what to name this lol
you felt wally's weight collapsing on top of you and his warm breath against your face as his heavy pants mixed with your own. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you, and you felt wally freeze in your embrace. "just hold me for a moment."
"sure." he mumbled, a little stumped from the sudden affection. "you okay? need anything?"
"i'm good." you spoke quickly, in a high pitched, breathy voice, and let out a particularly sharp exhale, as you were still trying to regain your breath. "it's just that i still need to get used to this, you know?"
wally heard you laugh softly at your own words, but his heart skipped a beat at the implications behind them, and he was glad that you could not see his surprised expression, was it something you were actually willing to go through with? "what do you mean?"
"it's just that sex with superspeed can be a bit rough, you know?"
"right..." he trailed off, but decided not to press on the matter, he'd just have to wait some more to find out if you were actually planning on having sex with him often enough to end up getting used to his powers. "sorry about that."
"that's fine, i like it." you tightened your arms around his neck. "just need the support right now."
"sure." he was still feeling a bit awkward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest anyway, allowing you to relax into his arms and your breath to even out. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest against his own, your warm skin against his, and heard your heartbeats slowing down to finally synchronise with his.
he was sure the moment felt a lot more intimate than anything you'd agreed on. still, wally decided to allow himself to take in your warmth rather than push you away, it'd been you who'd started it after all and he was not going to be the one to stop you. you felt tired, you wanted to be held, and he was the one responsible for it, so he shouldn't deny you of that, right?
one arm tightened around your waist while the other snaked up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. he liked having you this close. even after the activities you'd been engaging in prior to this moment, he felt a lot closer to you like this. it felt nice, maybe he shouldn't be enjoying the softness of the moment as much as he was.
he stayed still for a few seconds, taking in your scent and listening to your soft breaths fanning against his neck. he wasn't sure if you were planning on falling asleep like that but he would let you if you needed to.
he pressed a kiss to your temple and hoped that it wasn't too much for you, hoped that you wouldn't be able to feel all the love he had for you, that he was sure practically radiated off him while he held you like this.
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