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โฐ The weight of betrayal
โฐ How we were (18+)
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โฐ Dumb and dumber (smau)
Warnings: Shirtless men because I couldn't resist the idea of a scantily clad Bruce Wayne, sue me :p // Once more apologies for the reader insert's skin tone, my dumbass didn't notice until it was all ready to post // Part of the ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ smau series <3
Morph's thoughts: Such a clear aesthetic in my mind for this one fr // Idk how obvious i've made it because i've been trying to keep the fics sort of even between the characters but Brucie is my OG, my number 1, and it took me less than five minutes to have this whole thing ready // Feedback always welcome <3
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Hal asks a question that everyone is very interested in you testing out.
Honor Guard/Reader (18+)
Itโs Hal whoโs the one who suggests it, and it should be understood that thatโs where the trouble arises. The five of you occupy a space of physical malaise after a long shift, all having shucked out your uniforms for what qualifies as clean, casual civvies.
Youโre all in Johnโs quartersโtheyโre the biggest, and theyโre the cleanestโso the five of you sit around his couch and enjoy the ambience of the TV show that no one is really watching. Nurse drinks that the five of you are wont to take ambling sip from as you talk shit and make plans for when you all return back to Earth.
โYou still seeinโ that one whatโs-his-face back in Coast City?โ Guy asks as he permits himself a heady swallow from the neck of the bottle. His broad fingers hold the drink so casually as amber liquid sloshes chaotically withinโthe cant of his eyes pressed upon you for an answer.
To the side of you, John and Kyle work on a blueprint for something that theyโre going to build when they get back home, Hal watches with the quiet interest of the layperson.
โNah, I dumped him before I left,โ You reply as you take a sip from the Old Fashioned that John made youโneat, just how you like it. You take a brooding sip over the rim and let the scald settle on the palate of your tongue.
Guy laughs, crude and layered with interest; you look at him with the good-natured patience that youโre used to having to deal with. Not that you mindโhe looks good when he laughs, the way that those freckles perch on the bridge of that nose broken once-too-many-times, that flex of his impressive bicep loped over the side of the couch you both recline on.
โWhassa problem with olโ Coastie?โ Guy asks with a leer that he fixates upon you. โNot good in the sack?โ
โWe didnโt even get to that,โ You grimace back at Guy. โHe was a bad kisser.โ
Guy snorts in amusement as the other three behind you go still, distracted from the peaceful tedium of their activity. Not that you noticeโyouโre too busy still engaged in conversation with your couch partner.
โOh, yeah?โ Guy asks, settling more into the couch as he watches you carefully. โWhatโd he do, slobber all over you?โ
โWouldโve like a little bit,โ You return with honesty borne of alcoholic consumptionโGuy snorts againโโโHe barely would give me a peck. Wouldnโt even try to use any tongue.โ
โNot everyoneโs a talent like yours truly,โ Guy returns with the smug bearings of someone who know what heโs talking aboutโyou slap the ridge of your knuckles on the muscle of his arm as he takes it on the chin.
โLike youโve kissed someone in a while?โ You ask dryly, taking a brief respite to water yourself with the acrid burn of your drink. โUnless you and Kilowog got back together?โ
โOlโ Kil wishes he could have me back,โ Guy plays along with a smirk, โBut besidesโโ
He leans into you with friendly, conspiratorial manner, so that you can get ample whiff of the cologne layered over masculine, heady muskโโโItโs like riding a bike. You never lose the skills you pick up along the way.โ
At this, you canโt help but let your head loll back and make a boozy laughโGuyโs no worse for wear at this, leaning back with satisfaction on the landscape of where he sits, taking another swallow.
โYeah, sure.โ You say, inspecting the liquid that takes dwindling occupation in your highball. โIโll believe it when I see it.โ
โWhy donโt you put it to the test?โ Interrupts a voice from behind you and Guy. At this, two of you look to the interloper in your conversation to see that thereโs a new presence that has since joined the territory of the couch.
Hal sits besides you as he lets his beer hang lazily from the languid grip he holds on it, lets it settle on the curve of his knee, beer growing ample sudsy foam within.
Thereโs something layered in the arc of his expression as he watches you, gauging you for something that heโs hungry to confirm. Interest, you realizeโin whatever heโs about to propose.
This is when you realize that the two of you have had audience to your conversation as you see how John and Kyle stand at attention in nearer distance than they had beforeโand something profoundly electric begins to take center-stage in the room.
You remember that you have to speak, and turn back to Hal, who still watches you with patient intent. โHow?โ
โYou say you havenโt been kissed in a while,โ Hal asserts, holding out a hand, โKissed well.โ
โSo it goes,โ You reply back calmly as you take another sip. You feel like youโre going to need to drain the drink to hear him out.
โWe know you pretty wellโweโve all worked together, know the ins and outs,โ Hal continues along as though heโs casually proposing a business closer, โSo we know what you like.โ
โMm-hmm,โ Is all that you can think to supply in response as you pluck the orange rind from the watery grave its taken residence in. Hal takes this as permission for him to levy his challenge your way.
โSo why donโt you see which one of us is the best kisser?โ Hal asks. And itโs here that you feel that odd prickle of sensation, that dearth of heat that was so absent suddenly rekindle to life in the pit of your abdomen, in between your legs.
"You mean you actually want to kiss me?โ You ask, letting your eyes drape over the very articulated interest in the ken of everyoneโs faces, realizing that this is something that theyโve all come to silent agreement in.
โWhy not?โ Hal asks, and thereโs something thatโs so velvet yet rugged in the directive of his voice. โHavenโt you been curious?โ
As he says this, you canโt help let your eyes drag involuntarily to the full-bodied lips that are already pulling into a knowing smirk. Let your eyes drag up in slow, meandering fashion to the way that his eyes are alight with a wicked kind of mischief that youโre interested to see how he articulates with his body.
โOkay,โ You say, holding your drink out behind you to where you assume Guy will cover for it, โIโm game.โ
โNot gonna be a drop when you get it back,โ Guy warns as he accepts the cup in the swathe of one handโthe rough pad of his thumb draws against your finger. You know that if you turn back to regard him, to look at John and Kyle who are murmuring something in each otherโs ears in your periphery, then youโll lose your nerve for certain.
All you can do is find your way over to where you are inching closer yet to the spread of Halโs legs. He lets them tick wider at your approach, lets that smile show a little more in dazzling display.
You know that that smileโs been enough to encourage people into bedโand here you are, drawn by invisible tether to approach it.
You let your thigh drag against the denim of his pants, let your arm settle against the press of his torso so that you can feel the delineation of muscle that his loose shirt does little to disguise. Feel the scalding heat of his body against yours, second to the cant of his eyes as he appraises you and the detail of your face.
โHey, angel,โ Hal chuckles in soft intonationโthe press of his thumb as it draws your chin up to him leaves such tactile sensation that you have to physically resist the shiver. As it presses against the bottom of your lip an you have to intake silent, regulatory breath.
โHurry up and kiss โem already, Jordan,โ Guy comments from the back. โYou got a lot of people in line.โ
Hal chuckles as you try to bite back the anxious smile taking presence on your face. You want to feel his mouth, feel his tongue. Feel more than just his hand that is taking encouraging hold on the cliff of your jaw.
โGotta make sure they remember it,โ Hal says, โDonโt want to disappoint.โ
The syllables are spoken on the full of your mouth as he draws in, as he makes chaste, introductory connection with the seam of his lipsโand then he closes the distance fully. Lets it linger, the nuance of his mouth adjusting to the shape of yours before you feel the lap of a tongue that requests the taste of yours.
When you open your mouth to him, youโre surprised by the moan that you make as he rakes his hand up the nape of your neck, summoning a shiver that he swallows with a needy groan.
Another hand takes residence on the slope of your face, letting him deepen the kiss, adjust angle so that he can properly appraise the back of your teeth, let you savor the IPA that he drank.
Hal hums into your mouth, a noise of savoring, of pleasureโand you canโt help but make vocal chord in kind. Heโs good at thisโa slow, soporific sensation is taking root over your body, under the sinew of your skin.
When you pull away, itโs with the sluggish regret of someone who wishes that they could have more. And itโs clear in his eyes that his thirst is little slaked by this at all.
โLike that?โ Hal asks with that charming grin that youโve seen beforeโjust never exercised on you. You canโt deny the way that it makes your heart flip in the caging of your ribs.
โNot bad,โ You comment backโhe chuckles at your deflection, knowing the effect that itโs had on you. โBut I have three more people I need to try out.โ
At this, you find your footing, realizing at this belated instance that youโve had your hand drawn over the slope of Halโs shoulder. When you slide it from the press of that coiled muscle, he watches it go with a melancholy longing that you want to revisit.
But firstโyou settle on your next target, who leans on the counter with a knowing smile, his beer sitting besides the crook of his elbow. Watching you with that handsome face and those brown eyes set in such incandescent illumination that he looks heavenly in your approach.
โHi, John,โ You grin as you pull up in front of him. โFancy meeting you here.โ
โI could say the same for you,โ He says as you lick your lipsโand as his eyes commemorate the sight to memory, โHowโd we end up with a bunch of fools on our team?โ
โI couldnโt tell you,โ You grin as you worry your fingers around the width of your wrist, โBut sometimes they have some good ideas.โ
โYeah, Iโll give them that,โ John says in quiet deliberation; and at this declaration, his hand draws up the side of your cheek, replacing the tactile afterimage that Halโs left behind. You surprise yourself when you find yourself leaning into the comfort of his touch, your hands already draping up the firm plateau of his chest.
โReady?โ John asks with a crooked grin that suits him so wellโyou canโt help but feel at ease as his other hand wraps in secure fashion around your back, settling well in the sloping groove of your body.
โHurry up and kiss me, Stewart,โ You chuckle. When he obliges, youโre surprised by the soft quality of his lips, the way that he keeps the pressure slow-blooming and consistent as he works his mouth against yours.
Heโs not like Hal, who proceeded with quick alacrity into your mouthโhe keeps the flex of his jaw to keep pressing kiss after kiss against the terrain of your lips.
Itโs a gradual crescendo of intensity, the way that you find your hands roaming the musculature of his body, as he pulls you flush against him. As your mouth works in tandem with his to allow him in, to finally press the flat of your soft palate against hisโitโs a reward that youโve worked to.
A taste of orange peel and whiskey that leave you starved for more as he makes reticent groan into the landscape of your tongue. And your hands clench tighter into his shirt, needing more of him under your hands, more of his drunken kisses, more of himโ
You suck in a tight breath as you refuse to pull away from him, his leg sliding in between yours so that you can properly find some modicum of relief, grinding on the unyielding column of his thigh.
In your vague periphery, youโre aware of Kyle saying โOh, fuck,โ in abject want, while Guy makes dirty, throaty chuckle from the far distance.
You only pull away because you know that thereโs two more to go. And itโs clear that John is reluctant to let you go, something drawn in the slant of his eyes as he evaluates you in new light.
Noโthatโs not quite correct. In light that you realize with delayed comprehension, that he always has. But now has finally had opportunity to act upon it.
โWow,โ You breathe with a chuffed laugh that he makes in parallel; his hands donโt move from where heโs secured you to him.
โIโll say.โ He returns, the rumble of his voice going to all the right avenues of your body.
โI got to see a few more people,โ You say back with shy reticence, โBut my verdict might be changing.โ
โYeah?โ John asks as he lets his hands finally release you from the meter of his grasp. Itโs clear that itโs an unwilling action. โIโll hold you to that.โ
โMe, too,โ You smileโand then you make advance to your third target for the night, who apparently has made conclusion of his drink in the moments of your previous departure. Who looks both nervous and flushed and bearing an excitement he can scarcely contain in the real estate of his body.
โEvening, Kyle,โ You comment breezily as you find yourself face-to-face with him, โIs that a beer in your pocket or are you happy to see me?โ
โCanโt it be both?โ Kyle asks, but thereโs a definitive creep of a blush that is taking spread over his cheeks, dousing the tips of his ears, blooming down the column of his throat.
โSure it can,โ You reply with ease. โAre you gonna kiss me, or not?โ
โGladly,โ Kyle says, and you go into arms that are already ticking out to accept you. It goes without saying that you can feel the hum of nervous energy that he articulates with his body as he looks down at you, makes thick, regulatory swallow.
His hands are so warm and sport a tremble that you wonโt make mention of, something boyish and shy in the way that he looks to your eyesโbefore glancing down to your mouth curved in salacious smile.
โFuck, youโre so beautiful,โ Kyle groans in half-uttered confession. When he leans in to kiss you, itโs with such quick, consumptive motion that heโs eager to closeโand heโs quick to get to work.
He kisses you with a potent need that is articulated through the spread of his arms as he pulls you tight to him. Your fingers rake through his hair as you open your mouth to him, letting you savor the moan that is made as you pull him closer.
This spurs on a bout of courage that he was perhaps too nervous to make, his hands finally drawing down the slope of your waist and squeezing.
You make a noise caught between pleasure and surprise, which allows your mouth to draw further openโKyle, seeing his advantage, takes the chance to draw it into the wet heat of his own. And when he sucks on it, you canโt help but groan into it, letting your grip grow tighter upon him, prompting his own to draw greedier, hungrier.
โGivinโ you a run for yer money,โ You hear Guy direct in the background to someoneโbut you donโt care. You and Kyle are in an oasis of your own making, as you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and lave your tongue upon it. The sound that Kyle makes is punched-out and obscene.
You know that you have one leftโso you pull away to regard your latest dance partner. See something glassy-eyed and wanting in the arc of his gaze as he devours what is left to him visually.
โNot bad, Rayner,โ You smile cheekily at him, admiring the flustered mien that this inspires in him. As his face draws deeper pink and his eyes run askance of you in such uncharacteristic shyness.
โSame to you,โ He grins, and you canโt help but resist the urge to press one final lingering kiss to his mouth that he returns with mirrored eagerness. And then youโre off to your final foe for the night.
โHad to save the best for last, huh, honey?โ Guy asks with such self-satisfied glee as you return back to the couch. You canโt help but feel your grin exhibit teeth in response to the challenge that he levies with the proud spread of his body, the wide meander of his arms lounging about the back of the couch.
โHad to come back for my drink,โ You reply casually, โAnd take a seat.โ
โYeah?โ Guy taunts. โI gotcher seat right here.โ
With this, he claps a hand to the musculature of that thigh housed in his starched jeans. And you, never being one to sacrifice a game offer, find yourself climbing on, your legs spread over the terrain of his. He jumps his thigh unexpectedly, so that youโre made to hold on to his shoulders for balance that is more unmoored the longer this night goes on.
โDick,โ You groan back without any heatโhe laughs as he works his hand around the curve of your hip, keeping you steady. Itโs a slick, sordid laugh, but you canโt help but accept it.
โSaved someโa that drink for you, too,โ He grins as you adjust yourself on his legs, feeling the interest that has already awakened to life in this passion play, โJust lemme know when you want it.โ
At this, he lets you take visual assessment of his tongue, luridly pink, for the taking. And you know an opportunity when you see oneโso you close in.
When you lick the rasp of your muscle against his own, you can feel the rumble of amusement more than you can hear it. But youโre not doneโyou take care to make sure that you get your moneyโs worth of whiskey consumed, sucking it from the marrow of his soft palate.
Letting his hands ease down in roaming navigation to the cleft of your ass so that he can squeeze.
When you whimper at the touch, the odds are back in his favorโand so he takes advance into your mouth, his teeth clacking against yours. His lips chapped and rough but only making you want more of that terrible scrape against you, want more of that smart mouth.
He chuckles at the way that you melt against him, letting your body conform in perfect unity to his, your arms easing around the toned expanse of his shoulders. But he doesnโt stop; only taking more opportunity to explore your teeth, your tongue, your lips.
You only break the kiss because youโre dizzy, overwhelmed with maelstrom of fractaled stimulationโof bodies that have searched for yours with a starvation you didnโt expect, of hands that still hold you. Of eyes that are all keen to watch the display of you exchanged between them.
โWell, sweetheart?โ Guy asks with a salacious grin, admiring his handiwork at reducing you to such disheveled state. โWhoโs your choice?โ
At this, he grinds his hips into you in torturous rut. And you know that the five of you are going to break Johnโs bed-frame tonight. Oddly enoughโyou get the feeling he wonโt mind at all.
Why and/or how do I keep on getting series ideas?? lmao
I have so many wips and reqs waiting for my attention and my brain is like "hmm what if we instead focused on this theme that requires 18 different one shots for it to be completed and is all too summer-y for it to be posted at another time but also too specific to have finished quick enough to post during summer"
Anyway, I'll try to slowly chip away at it and hopefully it's good to go by the time we reach some type of milestone like 1k followers or something. Sigh
Also to add to this, thank you so much to everyone because weโre actually like roughly 200 followers short from 1k and thatโs insane????
I avoid looking at it as much as possible because i truly donโt want this to become about numbers for me and i know the least i look at it the better, but also i wanna check from time to time just to say THANK YOU
Youโre all amazing and iโm just so happy to think that what i write about reaches other people in this way <33
Why and/or how do I keep on getting series ideas?? lmao
I have so many wips and reqs waiting for my attention and my brain is like "hmm what if we instead focused on this theme that requires 18 different one shots for it to be completed and is all too summer-y for it to be posted at another time but also too specific to have finished quick enough to post during summer"
Anyway, I'll try to slowly chip away at it and hopefully it's good to go by the time we reach some type of milestone like 1k followers or something. Sigh
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jason todd never indulged in gossip
โyouโre fucking with meโ
โhonest to godโ
why would he? it was immature and ill-mannered to talk about someoneโs life! their decisions are their decisions
โshe slept with him. in his officeโ
โyupโ
... at least that's what he liked to believe in
jason gave you the most baffled look youโve ever seen on his face. it made you snort and wave a hand at his face. โhello? earth to jasonโ
immediately, jason blinked and snapped out of it. both of you were sitting on the couch, your legs sprawled on his lap and his hands idly tracing your knee.
โwait wait waitโ" he slightly shifted his body to face you, the traces on your knee stopping as his large, warm hand just rested flat on it. โlet me get this straight. youโre telling me that nancyโ"
โuh huhโ
โthe same one who tried to get your promotion months ago--"
โthatโs herโ
โwas caught sleeping with your boss at his officeโ"
โnot caught, per se.โ
โwhateverโ jason waved it off and continued. โand to top it off, sheโs married to drew forโ how long?โ
โ8 yearsโ you hummed, scooting closer to him and biting your bottom lip to hold back a laugh from the look on his face as he was processing this new information you gave him. and when it did, he just sighed and shook his head, his fingers now resuming the slow and lazy circles he traced on your knee.ย
โsweetheart, your office environment is crazyโ you could still hear how he was still slightly bewildered from the bombshell you just dropped on him. he was also confused as to why HR wasn't involved already
โhey, it pays the billsโ you joked, lifting a hand to run through jasonโs soft hair in that slow and gentle manner that always had him melt into your touch. โplus, at least thereโs something to keep me entertained while i work in boredomโ
โyou know you can leave your job and i can take care of everything, right?โ jason reminded youโ for what felt like the millionth timeโbut you just smiled softly and nodded. โyeah i know, but how else am i gonna come bearing news to you?โ
โโฆtouchรฉ. i still need to know why carol and jesse arenโt talking to each otherโ
now that you couldnโt hold your laugh for. the wide smile on your face and your laugh softened jasonโs eyes, a smile of his own appearing. his hand slipped beneath your knee to pull you close, the other hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss
you could practically feel the smile on his face turn into a grin, and it made your smile grow as you kissed him back. it was a kiss of quiet contentmentโ slow, familiar and overflowing with the kind of affection that only came from loving someone for a long time
his hand remained cradling your cheek, his thumb lazily brushing across your skin with a small hum slipping out from your fingers combing through his hair
slowly, both of you broke the kiss, foreheads leaning on one another with nothing but pure love and adoration for one another
โso how was your night?โ you asked, now laying your head on his chest. he just hummed, shifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and keep you close. โit was fineโ
a beat
โโฆso bruce was basically being annoying like always andโ"
okay maybe jason indulged in some gossip. keywordโsome
you cannot tell me dick grayson doesnt have the craziest morning boner
he would wake up with you lying on your side, back pressed against his chest and sleeping soundly. all unaware from the large poking that was on your ass
poor man didnโt wanna wake you up because one, it was seven in the morning. and two, you were sleeping so peacefully he couldnโt bring himself to ruin your slumber
so instead, dick would just lazily grind his boner on your ass, pressing his lips on your shoulder to hold back any sounds and pant on your skin. and when you would shift and unknowingly press your ass more to his cock, he would shut his eyes and throw his head back to let out a quiet yet deep groan, his voice still laced with sleep
thatโs it, his last fucking straw
โbabeโ dick carefully nudged you, desperation in his voice. but there was no answer from you. he trailed a path of kisses from your shoulders all the way under your jaw, only to hear a small โhm?โ leave your sleepy lips
โdick, itโs too earlyโ you mumbled, eyes still closed and about to reach for dickโs head and press his face more into your neck. but your eyes slowly fluttered open from something poking and rubbing on your ass
โdick? what are youโ"
โplease, babyโฆโ you could hear the slight desperation in his morning voice, his hips not stopping and still slowly rubbing on your ass. โwoke up with the craziest bonerโฆ fuck, i need youโย
scratch โslightโ, he was desperate desperate. begging from behind your back at what, seven in the morning?
you let out a breathless sigh from dick already nudging your panties down slowly, giving him a slow nod and already closing your eyes to fall back asleep. โjust donโt wake me up, i need to be up soonโ and as a confirmation, you spreaded your legs a bit more and pressed your ass more to his cock
god, that was all he needed to hear
โi promiseโ dick whispered in your ear, thumb rubbing small circles on your cunt and feeling your arousal slowly form. โyou were always too good for me, thank you babyโ a small whimper left your lips. even when you were asleepโ or at least trying toโ his touch always pulled out reactions from you
he took his thumb off to pull his boxers down and line his hard and tip with your pussy, pre cum slightly glistening from the head. a relieved sigh left dickโs lips when he began to slowly insert his cock in, the familiar warm walls of your cunt greeting him with a welcome he so desperately needed.ย
โthaaatโs itโ he murmured on your neck, one hand shifting to slide under your shirt and fondle with your boobโ which made you let out a small moanโ while the other gripped on your hip. โfuck, just what i neededโ
your lips slightly parted for a small moan to slip, your closed eyes now rolling to the back of your head as dick moved your bra strap from your shoulder to leave open mouthed kisses while sinking more of his length in you
and once his cock was fully buried in you, dick stayed like that just to take your warmth in, groans humming on your skin and brushing his thumb on your nipple. a gasped moan left your lips, the sleep slowly fading from your body and your eyes fluttering open
"dickโ you whined, squirming your ass as a sign for him to move. โi need you to move. pleaseโ
he let out a chuckle from behind and you could practically feel a lopsided grin form on his lips. โthought you wanted to sleโ ohhh fuckโ
dick moaned when he felt you bury his head more into the collar of your neck and your fingers sliding into his hair, his cock twitching in you as a response. you let out a small chuckle but it trailed into a moan when dick slowly rolled his hips to your ass
โattagirlโ he groaned, sending another lazy yet deep roll of his hips to your pussy and going crazy from how you were sucking him in. โjust like thatโ
the depth of dickโs thrusts was making up for the paceโ which was more than enough since he was already huge. and it did nothing but make the sleep fade from both you and him
โdickโ oh godโ you let out a breathless sigh from his tip nudging deep enough that it was hitting all the right angles, your back arching instinctively and pressing your ass more to his hips for more.ย
and to add more with his lazy yet deep thrusts and groping, dick whispered all kinds of things to you in that morning voice you loved while fondling with your boob
โthatโs it, gorgeous. take it for meโ
โlook at her go, fuuuuck. all for meโ
โcmon pretty girl, give it to me. make a messโ
another deep roll of dickโs thrusts and it made you clench all over his cock for your orgasm to come crashing, broken chants of his name leaving your fully gaped lips and your wide eyes almost seeing stars from how hard you came
he let out a groan, the thrusts now sounding wet as he felt his own orgasm slowly approach. dickโs hand from your boobs trailed up to tilt your head up for his lips to meet yours in a slow, intimate kiss that were filled with pants
one last roll of his hips made dick moan on your mouth, feeling his warm cum now fill you up as his cock still slowly dragged itself to fuck his cum in you. a pleasured sigh left yours into dickโs mouth as he kept murmuing small โthank you, oh thank you so muchโ repeatedly in your mouth
his cock finally stilled in your pussy, now soft and feeling the warmth of your pussy and his cum now buried to the brim in you. slowly, both of you pulled away from the kiss with a trail of saliva before it broke immediately
your gaze met with dickโs blue ones as both of you were catching your breaths. his hand shifted to cradle your cheek and his lips panted a smile, tucking a messy hair strand behind your ear
but right where he could kiss you again more softer and tell you what a good job you did, the alarm began to ring on the nightstand
Matt Murdock/Ben Poindexter (Bullseye)/Frank Castle/Reader, 3.6K
a/n: i got nothing for this one y'all im just writing fantasies atp
cw: suggestive content, bad wagers made over cards, reader is the prize, makeouts, biting, dubious consent, gn!reader
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Only, you donโt expect the prize to be you.
Matt Murdock/Bullseye/Frank Castle/Reader
The thing is, for all of the barbs and hatred and vitriol that theyโve expressed between each other both verbally, physicallyโmorallyโperhapsโthey always meet once a month for cards. Blackjack, specifically.
Itโs the one that Matt can determine the braille on the embossed side the easiest, without giving away the game to Frank and Dex.
And for some reason, once you catch wind of it, the next thing on Frankโs mouth is โwhy don't you come along with us?โ
โWho, me?โ You ask with a wry grin. โIโm no good at betting games.โ
โDonโt have to playโjust keep Red company,โ Frank jerks with his head over to Matt, who reclines on an armchair with a grimace of being caught out. โโSpecially when me and Dex wipe the floor with โim.โ
โGambling is not one of the virtues upheld by Catholics,โ Matt mutters back in good-natured defense. You watch Frank chuckle at the gun heโs swabbing loose powder from.
โYeah, neitherโs dressinโ up at night and beating the fuck outta criminals,โ Frank grins at youโyou canโt help but resist a small smile of your ownโโโBut I donโt see you talkinโ bout that in your conversations with God.โ
โDifferent strokes,โ you suggest back with a chuckle as Frank sends you a knowing wink. You like him the best out of Mattโs alter-ego friendsโsomething so bracing and without airs that he puts on for you.
โSo, howโs about it?โ Frank asks. โWeโre meetinโ up tomorrow. Maybe itโll get our third to stop runninโ his mouth for a second.โ
You doubt itโand yet here you are, sitting by the edge of the table, watching as the three of them exchange cards. Surprisinglyโthe fact that a veneer of civility is exchanged between the three of them is astounding to you, given the history.
Frank sits opposite you, working a stogie in the champ of his teeth that issues that acrid smoke in wreathing manner around his frame. Heโs the dealer, interestingly enough. But you suppose neither Dex nor Matt would trust each other enough to let the other dole out the cards.
โDidnโt know Matt had a good luck charm,โ you hear that husky, unfamiliar voice croon across the distance of the tableโand so you turn to your left to look at the demon near-perched on your shoulder.
Watch the languid yet stiff way that he reclines at his straight-backed chair, his eyes watching you carefully. Perceiving everything that you do as you observe the nuances of this peace-time game.
โGotta have something in his favor,โ you send back easily, trying not to obviously bristle under that unnatural stare. Thereโs something uncanny in that handsome pair of eyes, in that set of that jaw that works rabid grin. Heโs sizing you up.
โYeah, Iโll bet,โ Dex sends back, and finally his eyes drag off of yours to look across the table, to your right. โWouldnโt wanna go home with his tail between his legs.โ
At this, you finally turn to settle your gaze to Matt, who sits in unnaturally cool repose, a jaunty smirk that works over his face as he return ire of gaze in directionless sights.
โDonโt mind himโโโMatt says your name with a slant of possessiveness that even in this smoky room you cannot ignoreโโโWhen we go home, you can tell me your honest opinion of him.โ
When we go homeโstaking territory not quite claimed, cutting lines into the sand between you and Dex. Itโs such a startling overture that you canโt help but cock up an eyebrow in game surprise, though you donโt correct him. Though Dex already is making suffused chuckle between his teeth as he lounges back in his seat.
โNo need to lie to me, sweetheart,โ Dex croons back, in bid to make you return your attention back to him, โI donโt get my feelings hurt too bad.โ
โIs that so?โ You ask calmly, pressing your cheek into the curve of your palm. โI find that a little hard to believe.โ
He displays teeth at this, impressed by your advancing offense. His reply is calm, collected.
โThe packaging the words come in make a lot easier to hear,โ he sends back, and when his eyes trail hot fire down the length of your body, you have to ignore the tactile goosebumps that are sent up it.
You can feel the way that Matt bristles besides you, take in the sharp albeit subdued intake of air that he makesโand you find yourself stymied without word to defend yourself with.
โAlright, ladies,โ Frank cuts in, finally removing the cigar from his mouth with forefinger and thumb, โLetโs go ahead and play real nice now, okay?โ
Dex retreats against the plateau of his chair with a smirk; in your periphery, youโre aware of the smile that grows on Mattโs own face, though it appears to be little more than rictus in imitation of the expression.
And you sit on the high-legged stool that youโve taken grounding in to be witness to this tableau before you.
โI can if you can, Dex,โ Matt replies back with same composed litigational intonation youโre used to hearing. You just don't usually hear the inlaid threat that comes carried in this one.
โNo problem, Murdock.โ Dex says. You catch the way that his eyes dart back over to you in interest, before working to accept the cards that are sent careening in direct arc from the deal of Frankโs hands.
For a second, thereโs only a brief moment of contemplation as they take straight-faced observation over their cards. Dex looks at the card that is paired with his aceโMatt stares in unyielding fashion across the plateau of the table, his thumb working over the card that matches his King.
Frank takes a sizzling drag, issuing thick, arterial smoke that further clouds the heady atmosphere of the room.
โWhatโre we thinkinโ, fellas?โ Frank asks, once he deems that enough appropriate time has elapsed for them to have decided their strategy.
โHit me,โ Matt says without hesitationโDex appears a little more reticent before he holds up an index to summon his own. Frank dutifully doles out the gold-backed cards for them to accept, as they consider the merit of their choices or not.
Itโs here that Dex speaks. โHow about a wager?โ
โWhat kind of wager?โ Matt asks with such immediacy that you wonder if itโs been premeditated. Or, if he is just simply expressing outward tension that heโs seemed to carry since the onset of this meeting. You watch as his knuckles jut through the housing of his skin, white-hot and clenched as they hold the cards he has yet to reveal.
โThink you know what Iโm bettinโ, Matt,โ Dex returns back. Thereโs something hooded in the shadows that fall over Frankโs eyes as he takes reckoning of this. โBut because I know youโre nervous about losinโ em, Iโll start small.โ
Losing โem? What does that mean? You think across the perimeter of the table where a chain reaction seems to begin; how Mattโs shoulders bristle and tick out in barely-restrained ire seething beneath the surface. Frank makes a knowing chuckle at this, exhaling gust of excess into the dissipating air, Dexโs grin grows a little wider at the reactions instigated.
โI win next round,โ Dex says in such velvet manner, and he says your name without even looking so that youโre slow to react, slow to realize what part you play in this, โโTakes a seat on my lap for the round.โ
โNo. Absolutely not,โ Matt grinds through his teeth, so averse to the idea that you canโt help but be rendered immobilized by this wager made without even your input. Thankfully, Frank intercedes, holding out a broad hand that wields still-lit cigar, embers fading into the darkness that seems to swallow up the table.
โEasy, girlies,โ Frank cuts in, โThink we oughta hear if they wanna piece of whatever dick-swinginโ youโre doinโ.โ
And at this, three pairs of eyes drag over to you; Mattโs head swivels to you with immediacy, Frank keeps level stare opposite you, Dexโs eyes slink over like glittering snake in the grass. All three waiting to hear your contribution to this discussion of rights to you, now that youโve been given entry into the game.
You donโt know what youโre thinking, save for the electric heat that is thrumming through your body, through the charter of your veins, in the pulse between your legs. Matt draws stillโand you wonder if he has already sensed what you have yet to confess.
โI get to decide if Iโm okay with what you want me to do,โ You say with stilted, halted thought conjured on spur-of-the-moment, โAnd in the meantimeโI sit on Frankโs lap.โ
At this, you see ripple of emotion work through the trio: Matt seems to bear resignation, Dex smug victory that spirits over his faceโand Frank hoots aloud at the debacle.
โDonโt mind if I do, honey,โ Frank pushes back from the table with a screech upon the linoleum, clapping a hand to the meat of his thigh. โWhy dontcha come over and keep olโ Frankie company from these two idiots?โ
โGladly,โ you say, and when you stand, you hope that no one notices the tremble that your leg bears as you find your footing. As you walk over to Frankโs awaiting lap with a hand that lingers past the taper of Mattโs back, something coaxing and reassuring that makes him settle only a little.
โHappy you joined the party, sweetheart,โ Frank says as he ticks out his leg for you to seat yourself upon. And do so with ease, feeling yourself conforming to the shape of his toned body, the scalding heat that seems to roil off of him, tasting the motes of cedar and teak that his cologne makes in dizzying olfactory blend.
You, for your part, play along, trying not to openly exude the anxiety that is leaching out of your body as you take comfort in Frankโs body.
โAre they usually thisโฆadversarial?โ You ask as Frank makes motion to re-collect the cards. Matt and Dex both do so obediently as they share the heat of exchanged stares. Frank chuckles, and the laugh roils through the the two of you.
โUsually. But they donโt have such high stakes on the line like this.โ With one hand, you watch as he takes the 52-pickup and works it in the machinations of his fingers; the other hand takes steadying buoy on the meat of your bicep, rolling a soothing thumb up and down the skin.
You canโt help but melt into the touch, to which you receive a chuckle from Frank that goes to all the accessible parts of your body it can.
โThat so?โ You ask as he places the deck face down, the crook of his wrist displaying expert flex of fingers and muscle. The cards are dealt out again. Matt accepts. Dex gloats. Both of them bear kings.
โFeelinโ lucky, Matt?โ Dex asks as he spares no more than instantaneous glance to his concealed card. Matt keeps impartial expression, neutral as he rolls his thumb over the embossed braille.
โDo you?โ Matt asks back, and thereโs a type of confidence that he bears in his voice. He does not move.
โAny of you girlies need another card?โ Frank asks. You find yourself needing to wrap an arm around his torso as he leans over. Something odd is taking tumultuous flip in the pit of your stomach as they both stare each other down.
โEasy, hon,โ Frank grins down at you as you tick your arm round the span of his back, โMight not wanna letcha go, you keep hanginโ on like that.โ
โCanโt help it,โ You mutter back; again, youโre rewarded with thundering rumble of laugh as he takes another drag of his cigar.
โI donโt need another card,โ Dex returns with such smug, slick reassurance that you canโt deny the way that your heart begins to uptick in tempo.
โNeither do I.โ Matt saysโDexโs teeth show in baring of canines.
โAlright. Read โem and weep, kiddies,โ Frank says, his hand bracing as he holds you to him. And both of them reveal their cardsโfor brief second, you forget rules of the game as you comprehend the numbers, calculate the totals.
Dex bears King and Ten: 20. Matt bears King and ace: 21.
โNo fuckinโ way,โ Frank chortles. Mattโs real, genuine smile finally breaks dawn on the horizon of his face. And something releases tension in the length of your body. But Dex still continues to grin as his eyes find visual purchase upon you.
โGo find yer man,โ Frank directs, clapping you gently on the shoulder to coax you up and off the safe ledge of his leg. Thereโs something buoyant that makes the tread of your walk light as you round the footage of the table, pausing right before Matt who beams up at you.
โHi there, stranger.โ You greet. โMind if I sit on your lap?โ
โBeen waiting for you to say that for a while now,โ Matt returns easily as he scoots back. When you ease down upon him, thereโs something that feels so oddly fitting about the way that you relax against the plateau of his chest.
His hand settles in careful anchoring against the slope of your waist. And how easily your legs intersect in the spread of his own as you thank your good luck.
In the midst of the cozy atmosphere, Dex accepts the new cards that Frank has metered out to the two of them; Matt has to accept his one-handed as he holds you like prized possession you are.
The careful tempo of his heart thrums through you in careful deliberation, rooting you back into the moment.
โNext wager,โ Dex says in easy deliberation, without looking at his second card, โThey give a kiss.โ
You will yourself to stay calm in the safe harbor of Mattโs arms, keep your heartbeat steady. You can already feel the possessive clutch of fingers that are working over your flesh, kneading you in mooring rhythm.
โDidnโt know you wanted to try it that bad.โ You reply back, more self-assured as you take residence in Mattโs arms. As he chuckles something relaxed into the press of your shoulder.
โWhateverโs good enough for him is good enough for me,โ Dex sends back without preamble. โAnd I want a taste.โ
โYeah, wellโโโFrank cuts in as Mattโs fingers clutch tighter at the statement. As Dex gives you smug grin that he takes aim with salacious wink at youโโโGotta win first, Dex.โ
โHit me,โ Matt says as he contemplates his cardsโyou canโt look. Thereโs something better, you think, in the privilege of not knowing until final moment. Dex again signals for another and appraises the score as Matt does similar.
โAny other takers?โ Frank asks, Matt makes a jutting nod of his jaw as he rubs his hand up your forearm, letting you sigh into him.
โDidnโt know you were so good at this,โ You murmur to him. โHolding people.โ
โComes with the LSAT prep,โ Matt sends back; you canโt help but giggle at this admission. Dex sits across the table, stewing in myriad of indiscernible emotion.
โWe ready?โ Frank asks, taking silence as consent. โShow โem.โ
Matt reveals the cards: a Jack, a five, a four. 19. Dex shows his hands: 10 and 10. Twenty.
โThink I want that kiss, sweetheart,โ His voice drawls in cool tether that drags across the table. Urging you to come pay your dues.
You sit in the comfort of Mattโs lap for a solid second, still reeling over the shockโand find yourself moving against your own accord. Matt's hand clenches along the surface of your body for as long as able moment is given, until you have made free work of his grasp.
And then you cross the table, making way to those eyes that hunger after you with thirst yet to be slaked.
โHi, sweetheart,โ Dex taunts, his legs schooling wide for you. โBeen waitinโ for this.โ
โYeah?โ You ask as you find yourself sitting down on the firm musculature of his thigh. God, thereโs not an ounce of give or fat on himโheโs corded steel in every inch of his body. โHowโs that work?โ
His arm encourages its way around your back, slinking to get access around your waist, your thigh, sending scald wherever his fingers reach. โWell, I hear Murdock talk about you so longโโ
His thumb darts over the full of your bottom lip. โI canโt help but want to see you for myself.โ
โTaste me, you mean?โ You ask, arching your brow. Thereโs that flicker of that snake in the grass again, in the span of his eyes.
โYeah,โ He chuckles, โSomethinโ like that.โ
When he kisses you, itโs like making contact with marble that breathes flesh and blood. His mouth slots against yours with such intense hunger that you canโt help but try to rise to the challenge, your hands digging into his scalp as his own ruck around your hips.
When his tongue presses against the territory of your mouth, you canโt help but give it back, working to establish the hierarchy of your own against his, tasting blood. Something in your roars for more.
He groans at this, at the adversarial nature of the kiss, at the way that you fight back. His tongue licks slow and leisurely against the landscape of your teeth, leaving after-taste of that iron that loiters on your soft palate.
And when he finally pulls away, thereโs something glassy-eyed in the arc of his gaze. Something still hungering, but still momentarily sated as he regards you.
โJust like I thought,โ Dex saysโand someone snickers from behind.
Youโre fairly certain itโs Frank, for you can all but feel the burgeoning hatred that radiates from Mattโs corner, where you canโt bring yourself to look.
โHow about we up the stakes, Murdock?โ Dex asks, and you finally bring it in yourself to use reserves of courage to look back to Matt, where he sits at full attention.
Where his jaw is set, his brow is knit, his knuckles clenched over span of table as he bears murderous thought all-but-verbally-articulated as he looks at you both.
โName it,โ Matt says, and Dex navigates his hand down the slope of your thigh so that he can track the nuance of your skin with his fingers. You swallow down whatever shiver your body wishes to make on instinct, ignoring the heat that is growing to life in marked pulse at junction of your legs.
โWhoever wins the next one gets to leave a mark on them.โ Dex says.
โYou canโt hurt them.โ Matt warns. Something akin to adrenaline begin to resurface through your body at the notionโbut Dex makes quiet noise of amusement. This does little to reassure you, as his hands keep that slow specificity of motion on you.
โDidn't mean knives,โ Dex gloats, โI was thinkinโ more of a love bite, if you catch my drift.โ
His free hand ghosts over your pulse, the rough pad of his thumb scraping to mark territory yet-claimed. โRight here.โ
Matt looks at Dex, at youโand then turns to Frank. โDeal me in.โ
โThought so,โ Dex says in such audible fashion that only you at close proximityโand Mattโcan hear. Frankโs eyebrows, which have made slow ascent up the real estate of his forehead, finally settle down as he deals out this round.
Itโs done in silence that is only demarcated by the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, and the subtle rasp of Dexโs fingers over your body. They both accept the cards without hesitation.
โHit me,โ Dex says, and Matt requests for similar. Again, you look away, finding something of comfort in the way that Frank levies arch of brow at youโbut you shake your head in imperceptible fashion.
โAnyone else?โ Frank asks. Thereโs no request given. โAlright, ladiesโfor all the moneyโโ
Dex flips first. Ten, five, five. Twenty. Matt reveals his: ten and ten. Twenty.
โFuckinโ tie,โ Frank claps a hand to the table, โAll my fuckinโ daysโโ
โI can share if you can, Murdock,โ Dex says, but makes no indication to release you from his tenterhooks. If Matt wants to savor the delight of this drawโhe must come to you. To him.
Matt draws up with such silent deliberation that youโve never witnessed before: taking smart, deliberate strides over to the two of you. Looking down to you as you stare back up to him.
Dex tugs down the loose collar of your shirt with impatient insistence, his breath ghosting over your collarbone, hot and heavy.
โHi, stranger,โ You greet him weakly. Mattโs hand finds your chin as he gives you reconciliatory smile: no ill will borne this way. Only a need to make it right.
โBetter dive in,โ Dex warns, and then his mouth latches on the sensitive skin with such ferocity that you canโt help but whimper out a breathy moan at the drag of teeth, the lave of a needy tongue.
Matt is soon to follow, leaning down to the pulse that he exposes with the tilt of your head, drawing that vulnerable access of your body into his mouth with intensity that grows the longer he works against you.
And you, sandwiched in between the middle of them, as Dex marks claim on you he is happy to leave, the rugged scuff of his teeth; as Matt grates tongue against your neck to worship sanctity of the column of your throatโas you moan at the attention both of them are determined to win on the terrain of your body.
As you let yourself be lost to sensation, you know one thing: no matter whoโs won, youโve lost.
Bruce Wayne is a lot of things. A billionaire, a philanthropist, one of the worldโs smartest men, and a notorious playboy.
But he is also your bossโฆ who you happen to sleep with from time to time.ย
You started working for Wayne Enterprises a few years ago, and took the position to be his executive assistant. As his assistant, you were there to schedule meetings, correspondence, and perform other administrative tasks. Bruce could count himself lucky to have you as his assistant because not only are you very professional and smart, but your main focus is also to help the company grow. But he could also count himself lucky because a beautiful, and smart woman like you was also sleeping with him behind closed doors.ย
And nobody fucks better than Bruce Wayne. He sure knows how to please a woman.ย
It was late at night, and everyone already went home after a long day at work.
Well, everyone except Bruce and you.ย
You were in his office, body half laying on his desk, your iPad still in your hands, and your skirt laying somewhere in this room.ย
โGo on sweetheart. Donโt let me stop you from doing your job.โ Bruce said teasingly as his fingers slid beneath the damp fabric of your panties, and traced circles against your pulsing clit.
You held your head up and take a sharp breath before you start telling him about the meetings he has for next week.ย
โYou have a meeting with Kord Industries on Tuesday-โ you let out a sharp breath as you felt one finger slide inside your pussy. โMhhhm, at two pm.โ
The feeling of his fingers curling inward made you clench your thighs together slightly.ย
โGood. And why are they coming?โ Bruce asked you mockingly.
โJust to get an update- fuck- on how the advanced research is going.โย
You were trying your absolute best at staying concentrated but it was so hard. All you can think about is how good his fingers moved in a steady rhythm inside you. You shuddered under the touch as he swiped back and forth inside your pussy.ย
โAny other meetings I should know about?โ
โYes. A meeting with Ferris Aircraft is scheduled on-โ you stopped talking as you felt Bruce slide in another finger, increasing the pressure as he flicked against the center of your pussy. โFuck! Mr.Wayne."ย
Bruce lets out a small laugh, deeply amused with how youโre on the verge of falling apart with just his fingers. Heโs not even fucking you properly, and you already feel overstimulated.ย
โDonโt stop talking sweetheart, tell me when the meeting is.โ oh this cocky bastardโฆ
โMhmmm- itโs on friday. Five pm.โย
โYeah? Isnโt the gala on Friday at six?โ
โNo, itโs on saturday.โ
โPerfect.โย
Your walls were sucking in his thick fingers completely, and you felt how your legs were about to give up on you. You were helpless to the avalanche of your own needs, and you felt a coil of heat tightening deep in your belly.ย
โBru- Mr.Wayne, fuck, Iโm about to cum.โ you cry out as the need to cum grows stronger with each time his fingers curl inside you.ย
โStop calling me Mr.Wayne, and Iโll let you cum.โ he replies calmly.
โBruce, please.โ you start begging at this point.
โGood girl, now make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?โย
You let go completely, tumbling over the edge as you create a mess all over his fingers. A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your hips bucked into his fingers.
โYouโre so beautiful like this.โ you hear him whisper, and felt his lips leave a small kiss against your shoulder. The next thing you hear is the sound of his belt unbuckling. His pants fell down to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers.ย
His bricked cock that was shifting uncomfortably in his pants was now free. A gasp leaves your mouth as you felt his cock rubbing against your clit. His free hand braced against your hip, ready to push himself inside your wet pussy.
โHold still princess.โ he uttered before pushed his veiny cock inside your wet pussy.ย
You closed your eyes at the feeling of your walls trying to adjust to his size. Once he pushed his whole length inside your tight cunt, he started to move. The pace was careful, slow enough to draw out the tension before picking up the speed.
โYou wanna hold the presentation for theโhmph- the Ferris Aircraft meeting?โย
โYes! Fuck yes, Mr.Wayne!โ a low sound rumbled as he fucked you more urgent and desperately.ย
A moan left your lips as you felt a slap against your ass, the stinging pain immediately turning into pleasure. โWhatโs my name, mh?โ
โBruce, your name is Bruce Wayne.โ you cried out.
A ragged breathing escaped Bruceโs mouth and the overwhelming physical heat consumed the both of you. Your back arched inward, and sharp gasps were punctuated the intensity of how his cock felt thursting deep inside you.ย
The iPad fell from your hands, and laid abandoned on his desk as you held onto the edge of his massive desk. His fingers trailed down your spine, raising a sudden rush of goosebumps.ย
Your overheated body shaked as Bruce kept thrusting deep and rough inside you. The feeling was so intoxicating, and so hazyโฆ youโre sure that nobody could fuck you better than your boss.ย
โYouโre doing such a good job, sweetheart.โ you heard him say behind you, followed by a quiet moan. โLet me hear you, yeah? Struggle for me.โ
โBruceeee.โ you whine out.ย
A loud groan escaped from Bruce as he felt you clenching around him, making it a little harder to push inside you.ย
โSuch a mess for me.โย
His pace quickened, each thrust driving you closer to your second orgasm. โPlease, I need to cum.โย
โAlready?โ Bruce shook his head. โIโll let you cum -hmph- if you put another meeting for Thursday.โย
โI will!โ
โThatโs my good girl. Now cum all over me.โ
The pressure peaked, snapping the last thread of your restraint. Your body convulsed around him, earning a ragged groan from his throat. Bruce drove into you with a final thrust, and spilled his release into your pussy.ย
โWho do you have a meeting with on Thursday?โ you ask him with curiosity in your voice. You canโt think of someone who is supposed to have a meeting with him.
Bruce sits down on his chair, pulling you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. The mixed fluid was leaking out of your pussy, and pooling on his thigh.
You immediately let your head rest against his chest, and you could hear how his heat was racing.
Summary: having a beach day with your boyfriend <3
Content/CW: mostly cute n fluffy <3
โ requested as part of my 10K Celebration!
froggi yaps -> hello hi sorry this is so late ๐ lowkey i just didnโt 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 Dickโs eyes as he peers at you over the brim of his sunglasses. Heโs 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.
โCome on, sweetheart.โ He pleads, โjust for five minutes.โ
Your answer comes in the form of you kicking yourself further back on your chair and spreading the pages of your book further.
โI mean,โ he crouches to sit in the sand next to you, โwhatโs the point of coming to the beach if youโre just gonna read?โ
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 youโre currently reading, eyebrows raising.
โIโm relaxing,โ you say simply.
โYouโve got to be dying of heat. Come on,โ he reaches for your free hand, โjust take a dip with me.โ
You dogear the page and set your book between your legs. โI know you, Grayson. Itโs never โjust a dipโ with you.โ
His smile only spreads, a knowing look on his face. โWhatโs so wrong with that?โ
And as if knowing youโre 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 canโt help but look, canโt 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. Itโs the greatest curse, and blessing, that you happen to have the hottest boyfriend on the planet.
โOkay.โ You officially concede, ditching your stuff on the chair and rising to your feet. โFive minutes.โ
Dickโs quick to run up to you and wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his muscled chest. โYouโre the best.โ
โYouโre relentless.โ
โYou love it.โ
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.ย
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 itโs up to your chest.
Dick surfaces, shaking his wet hair out like a dog. โThe water is amazing.โ
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 thatโs soaked into you throughout the day.
โYouโre getting me wet,โ you cringe.
โIt wouldn't be the first time, right?โ
You smack his bicep. โShut up.โ
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i have a ton of tattoos but none that are book related (yet???)
my top five Shakespeare works are Titus Andronicus, Othello, King Lear, Hamlet, and Macbeth
i actually did a minor in literature for my undergrad degree (and had the same professor for all 6 classes for my minor LOL) and sometimes i wish i could go back to my college english classes because i miss discussing literature with my professor ๐๐ฅ
i have just two tattoos (for now :p) and theyโre for hamlet and for spiderman into the spiderverse respectively lol got them both on the same day too i was like fuck it weโre going all in
ooh you know what? king lear definitely rounds up my top 3 for Shakespeare works, definitely respect your top 5 ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ
dude iโm not from the US and our uni system is SOO different, i wish i couldโve chosen major and minor like you guys get to :/ having so many classes about literature sounds so good man lol no wonder you miss it
i did media / communication studies (idk whatโs the closest translation for it lmao), we saw everything from journalism, photography, radio, tv, cinema and more theorical and sociological stuff that fully focused on communication as a concept! i had a lot of fun, but i wouldโve loved to be able to mix it up with some literature, yk, actually get all the โmediasโ there lmao
omg wait i love that u have a hamlet tattoo!! it was one of my first shakes plays that ultimately had me going for that track in my program (until i dropped it lol) whatโs it of if u donโt mind me asking :0 and what r u thinking for the macbeth one?? i love that ur planning to match them :)
tbh itโs the most basic image for hamlet aka a hand holding a skull lmao
still!!! i drew / designed it myself, all black line, some places lighter other more heavy handed. i kept in a more sketchy style, a lot of lines and squiggles for shading. sorry for not posting a pic but iโm a bit queasy about sharing things as identifiable as a tattoo :p
for the macbeth one again, was planning on going basic, but i wanted it to be hands lmao issue is i havenโt fully decided how yet, iโm not fully sold into any of the designs iโve made up until now
itโll either be two hands holding a crown (possibly liquid-looking crown so it looks like itโs made of blood :p) or hands hovering over a reflection of blood-stained hands!! i really like the concept for the second one but i havenโt managed to figure a proper hand placement for it yet :/
