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My favorite DC characters are Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, Booster Gold, The Question, Blue Beetle, and Jason Todd
I'm a huge Dean Winchester fan
Fun fact: I’m a firefighter in training!
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Summary🔪: You find a knife under Dean's pillow during sex!
WC: 432 | NSFW! Silly little fic, not too long!
You and Dean were in the hotel room, Sam long gone in the library doing some research on a church that was the place of your next hunt. Or maybe it was a cemetery. You can really remember anything other than the fact that you had been pent up ever since you saw Dean in his t-shirt fixing up the baby before you guys left for the hunt.
The entire time you were eye fucking him, and Dean noticed. Oh, did he notice because he teased you right back, leaving little touches on your ass whenever Sam didn’t notice, or purposely licking his lips when “concentrating”. By the time Sam had gone full research mode, Dean had driven you both back to the room.
And now you were here, fogged up windows, squeaking by frame, and the orange light from the motel shining through the window fog that was acting as the only source of light through the night sky.
“Oh, Dean! Yes! Oh yeah!” You moaned, bouncing up and down on his dick, holding on to the bed frame as you moved your hips.
“Just like that, god, you sound like a fucking pornstar sweetheart… oh fuck.” He panted, guiding your hips up and down as he closed his eyes.
One of his hands started to wander up to your boob, palming it as he began to move his own hips up and down.
This prompted you to lean down, your hands on either side of his head as the slapping sounds got faster and louder.
Your moans and whines increased, and his bagan fucking you so fast you couldn’t keep your stability, your hand slipping under the pillow to try and have a flat surface to keep your hand at.
Your eyes widen when you feel a prick on your finger, pulling the culprit from under the pillow.
“Sweetheart, why’d we stop?” He asked confused, still panting yet not moving incase it was an emergency.
“De, why the fuck do you have a knife under your pillow!?”
Dean propped himself up, his abs curving to look at the knife, then back at you. He just grabbed it, tossing it away.
“What else could I keep under there, a bat?”
“I could’ve hurt myself, thats so not fucking safe!”
He just huffed, his hands guiding you back down.
“Stop worrying, angel…” he thrust up, making you moan out loud and drop the subject.
“Dean!” You moan/scream both out of pleasure and frustration. You swear this man will kill you one day.
Summary💤: Dean hasn't been sleeping, and you know just the thing to tire him out!
WC: 859 | NSFW! Marked by a line where it shifts from fluff to smut
Dean Winchester was someone who could never sleep, whether it would be from the terrors of the nights he goes through, or staying up with the thoughts of his father still in his head. Either never sleeping, or sleeping too much, his bones dissolved into whatever cushiony surface he was lying on, sometimes sleeping through the loudest of thoughts and noises. It was never in between, and it was an up-and-down cycle of sleep or no sleep.
Tonight was a night of no sleep. Same as yesterday, and same as before. You were used to it; his insomnia made it so while you were cuddled to his side, his eyes were glued to the yellowish ceiling of the crappy motel room that you two ended up in. The stale smell was overpowered by the scent of your shampoo, tickling his nostrils at every breath he took. You could tell he was awake from the fact that his breaths were short. When he was deep in sleep, his chest would deeply rise and fall, a silent lullaby that lured you to close your eyes and rest. Sometimes he’d use that to his advantage when you were being stubborn.
He’d show up behind you while you were researching, making sure to press his chest to your back, purposely breathing deep so he could see your eyelids fall and give in.
“Dean, what's wrong? You haven’t slept in days,” You murmur, half awake as his attention never leaves the spot on the ceiling.
“Just.. thinking,” was all he replied with.
“You’re thinking too much if it's clouding your sleep for 78 hours.” You reply, starting to rise, but the bicep around your back flexes and pushes you back down to his shoulder.
You just huff, feeling the scratchy and cheap motel bed sheets fall to your waist as you begin to climb on top of Dean.
“Im serious, De. You need to rest. What can I do to make you get some sleep?” You keep your voice low, on the verge of begging.
Dean's eyes trail up and down your body, his hand going down your bare back as he notices you weren’t wearing a top. His eyes were slightly watery, gleaming as he had previously been begging for something. Maybe he was, and you just didn’t know.
You look down at his freckle, trailing over how they give him such a boyish look, like you were seeing Dean before he ever had to hunt.
“Well, Sammy’s in the other room…” He said, the plain placement of his lips curving up to a smirk, but his gleaming eyes kept the same expression.
How could you say no to a face like that?
He captured your lips, and you moved to straddle him for better stability.
You could feel his warmth radiating from him, keeping you in a sleepy, slightly lucid state. He just guided you, moving his hands to where he wanted them, letting you just focus on kissing his lips. They were so plump for a man's mouth, and you could feel the slight chapped and scarred area form where he would bite to hold his tongue. He did it today to stop himself from calling someone he needed information from stupid.
You could see that kissing him forced him to close his eyes, and you hoped it might lure him to sleep, tiring himself out and making him get some rest.
He moved his hands to slip down your underwear, his own boxers already half off. He used one hand and hoisted your sleepy body up, sliding you on top of him. Both of you let out lazy whines, and he began moving in and out of you, causing your already tired legs to feel like jelly.
But before he could even finish after the laziest sex you’ve ever had, you felt him stop moving, hearing his breath be steadier than normal for what you two were doing. You opened your hazy eyes, seeing his chest have a seedy rise and fall, his beautiful eyes hidden by his eyelids. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small breaths that were similar to puppies' snores.
He looked so peaceful, and was finally resting that you couldn’t care less about him not finishing. You just lifted your hips, tiptoeing to the bathroom to clean both you and him up a bit before climbing back into bed next to him.
You slept about an hour later, when the sun was barely peaking out, because you were so distracted by him. You counted his freckles, about 30, but you were so tired, who knows how accurate that was. You took note of his long lashes and how they kissed his cheek. Before you slipped out of consciousness with him, you kissed his cheek out of jealousy of those lashes.
He was so pretty when peaceful; sometimes you wished both of you were in the position to be that way all the time. But for now, you’ll settle for these little moments where you can finally see him at rest, without a care for the next hunt or the next big thing in the world.
Summary📕: After having a fun night with Jason, you are now left with the results of the night, making you want to know more about the boy you slept with.
Okay, maybe a little dramatic, but how else could you describe the feeling of being in your literature class, talking about the misogynistic themes in The Handmaid's Tale, with the only smart guy talking in the room being the one you slept with at a frat party two days ago? Now, every time any book-related thing is mentioned, you can only think of the book nerd who gave you the best night of your life.
Stupid Jason Todd.
Normally, you’d just wallow in shame after a one-night stand and then the next day have the guy not talk to you and have the relationship fizzle out. But this time you didn’t really want it to fizzle out. You wanted to get to know Jason more as a person, not just your classmate that you slept with.
The only problem is, it seems like this guy is really awkward and shy when he isn’t drunk or high at a party. So you can’t really just go up and talk to him without you both feeling super awkward. Luckily, and also sadly, there was someone who could help.
…
“Please, Grayson!” You pleaded, on your knees in front of his business class, begging for his help.
“How am I supposed to help?! You’re the one who slept with him, figure it out yourself!” Dick said with a smile, obviously enjoying your begging.
“You’re his brother. I just need your help to have a good excuse to talk to him.” You got up from the ground, wiping your knees.
“Alright, well, I'm hosting another party-”
“No. I am not going to another Frat party ever again.” You quickly shut down.
One party experience at a fraternity was enough for you; you’d do anything else to avoid that route.
“Let me finish. Jason’s skipping out on this one, maybe you could, yknow, sneak up to his room once the party starts and see if he needs company.” Dick suggested, smirking at the way your eyes light up.
“Yes! Thank you, Dick!” You excelled with excitement, earning a couple of glances from the people around as you call Richard “dick”.
—
By the time the party came, you had almost zero interaction with Jason. But the eye tag was killing you throughout the week.
It was like he was teasing you with no words, making you just want to melt in his hazel eyes, causing you to just stare at his face all of class.
When you arrived at the frat house, you were met with flashbacks from that night. Each hole and the wall were still there, the smell was the same, and the same Smirnoff smell filled the kitchen.
You were able to sneak in, grab a cup of whatever alcohol combination there was, and head upstairs. The only problem? You can’t remember which room is Jason's. You know Dicks because of the number of times you’ve stayed in there as your roommate brought a guy over to your dorm. You know, Tim's is the third one due to the sign that said: “Do not Disturb,” with him and Bernard right outside of it. If you were right, Jason's was the second one down the hall.
You stood outside of it, hesitating. Do you knock? Do you just barge in? What do you say? Do you just go up and kiss him-?
Before you could decide, you realized the door shifted to a muscular and shirtless body as you were too deep into your head. You look up, seeing those familiar eyes stare at you?
“Do you need something?” He asked, his lips not smiling, but his eyes were, giving away his nonchalant act.
“Yeah.. mind if I hide in here with you?” You asked, loud enough to be heard over the noise of the party downstairs, but quiet enough to be something heard just between you two.
“Go ahead.. Dick already gave me a warning of your presence.”
You just slide past him, cruising dick in the process, and hear the door shut behind you.
“So… watchya doing in here?” You ask, sitting on the edge of the bed as he climbs onto it to his side.
His body was sculpted like a Greek statue, the curves of his abs so defined you could ghostly feel them under your palm just by looking at them. He had big biceps, ones that bring you back to the feeling of them wrapped around you, holding you gently in your sleep and tightly as he pushed into you.
“Just reading Frankenstein.” He responded, holding up the novel.
You boldly come up next to him, the alcohol in your system making you a bit more reckless. He just lowered the book for you to see, slightly smiling as you try to read the inside like you actually care.
“It's about a scientist, Frankenstein, and the monster he created to.. Kinda proves he could battle the thought of death by using dead human parts.”
He began to explain, his voice low and soothing in your ear, sultry and quiet. It caused you to curl closer to him, your eyes glued to the page but focused on his voice as he explained.
“The monster was left abandoned by him, causing it to kill his family members out of.. Well, I guess spite about being abandoned and sadness for just… being forgotten.”
“Do you agree with the monster for doing that?” You asked, your eyes twinkling with drunk happiness as you feel his bicep wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I think it’s fair. Frankenstein abandoned him; he should have some revenge. The monster didn’t ask to be created just to be left forgotten.” He responded, his voice barely a whisper between you two as the party gets louder downstairs.
He was so close now, close enough that you decided to just kiss him. It wasn’t as rushed and scary as the first kiss; he immediately melted into it. His lips were soft, just like his demeanor. You felt him put down his book, lifting you on top of him as he continued to kiss you.
You could taste the smallest amount of vodka on his lips, probably way less strong than the taste on yours. He moved his hand to lift your shirt, his hand sliding under your bra to palm your breast. You just squeeled, the coldness causing your nipple to harden, causing him to chuckle.
He separated his lips, his hand resting on your boob as he looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes.
“How come you haven’t talked to me at all this week?” He asked, moving his other hand to remove your pants while you were caught off guard by his question.
“I just- I mean- I didn’t think you wanted to talk, and there was never a good time, and I felt too scared to scared to-” You stumbled over your words, causing him to interrupt.
“Excuses, Excuses.”
You were about to further defend yourself before he planted his lips on yours, lifting your hips. You didn’t even realize he was able to get you undressed, and you felt his cock slide into your pussy with such ease. He was so gentle and quick with it.
You felt honored in a way. He said he wouldn’t actually have sex with you until he felt worthy enough to give it to you. Looks like he knew he was better than the rest.
Your hips started to subconsiucly rock on his cock, causing him to moan into your mouth. You tried your hardest to be on top, moving up and down at an even pace. But Jason couldn’t take it, and he gently lifted your hips so he could go faster, making it more pleasurable for you both.
The sounds of the party were long gone from your hot breaths in each other's ears. You whimpered and moaned all night long until both of you finished, causing your hazy mind to almost explode with dopamine.
When you slid off of him, he quickly moved to clean you up and get you some water so you wouldn’t wake up hungover. You just settled on his side, his voice the same low and soothing tone as it was before.
“You know were getting to a point where I might have to ask what we are,” he semi-joked.
“I don't know… I just like kissing you… and getting to know you.” You sleepily responded, already half asleep on his bed.
He just smiled, kissing your forehead as he finished reading his book, reading quietly to you.
It is true, you liked getting to know Jason. All of his quirks and interests. It made you happy. Maybe that meant you liked him more than you thought.
Thank you sm for reading! Sorry this one took a minute, Dean one up next and another smaller fic as I go down the line! >•<
Guess who finally got finished with finals?? THIS GAL!!! So now I need help, all of these fics are going to be written eventually, but I wanted your guys opinion on which one you want out first (all x reader)
Hiiii can you actually tag your fics as fem reader so non fem readers can filter them out while searching? Thank you!!
Most of my fics are gender neutral reader, but I can totally start tagging for my female reader fics! Sometimes I forget when tagging, but they are always said at the top of each my fics!!😋
[ aux ⍣ CHERRY PIE ՜ by WARRANT . ENGINE SPECS , f1.hal jordan ]
word count '' 2.9k
before cam use ; 18 + , smut , afab.reader , car sex , semi public sex , exhibitionism kink implied , oral ( afab.receiving ) , dumbification
SHE'S MY CHERRY PIE .
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The Montréal Grand Prix was bound to start in relatively 30 minutes. You should've been in the Jordan garage already - courtesy of dating Hal Jordan, you got to see all his races..cheer him on.
Hal should have been in the garage; well before you, but Hal had had a less than pleasant qualifying the day before due to a near collision with the rookie he drove along.
If you couldn't race properly, why bother signing the fuck up?
That had been Hal's question - more like a mantra, this entire morning as he'd drove you. He was now stuck in P8, though personally you thought the man could bring himself back to the top three in no hassle of time.
But there was always a selection of words and a combination of sentences you shouldn't tell a worked up, losing his very little patience Hal on a blazing June 13th afternoon, such as "P8 isn't that bad for you."
Apparently P8 for Hal is bad enough to have you folded on the backseat nudo leather of his '03 mustang, toned arms on either side of you with his knees nudging at your thighs, denim rubbing against your warm skin.
In a reserved and somewhat full parking lot near just outside of the circuit.
"Sometimes I think you just want me to let loose on you," Hal's words came out ragged, even trying to restrain himself as he fibbed otherwise, "Just- sitting there and talkin' to me pretty, that it?"
You shook your head despite the growing heat between your legs, "No, s'not that-!"
"Then what is it? Huh?" He goaded with unresolved tension dripping from his low tone, hands moving to pull at your shorts, "Because from here sweets, it's lookin' a lot like you just wanna run that pretty mouth."
Of course, you knew he was pent up but the way he was talking to you wasn't making you any drier.
You had a faint pout on your lips as the man got you down to your underwear, the seam of Hal's denim jeans rubbing along your clothed folds, expertly grinding in a way that made your back arch just a hitch, "Hal."
"Barely done anything," He murmured while his hands curled into fists, a wanton curse slipping through the grit of his teeth, "God, you're warm."
"You're going to be late, imagine the look on your engineer's face!" You almost whined it like some last resort, but Hal was impossible to sway once fixated, "Yeah well he always has that face." He muttered, leaning down and positioning himself to bite at your thigh - you flinched, "Ow!"
Hal rolled his eyes, chocolate warmth narrowing at you from his spot between your legs, "Oh come on, that didn't even hurt."
The gap to argue against him was quickly extinguished when the man's hot mouth attached itself to your covered sex, making you gasp and buck. Hal held your hips immediately, "Desperate aren't we?" He grinned against the fabric, the specific one that drove everyone to ever compete against him insane.
No, not in the good way. Never the good way really.
This was surely not a healthy pattern - rendering a Formula One driver late for a Grand Prix that was already on a somewhat rocky start.
And you knew perfectly well that Hal could hear the insistent vibrations of his phone being rung; most likely seconds away from a penalty - ironic for the man who was complaining about his starting position.
The leather beneath the both of you was bringing your skin to a fever like temperature and it served to help Hal in his progress of making you melt. His tongue lapped slowly at the material covering your wetness from him, and he couldn't help his comments.
He never could when the reward was your flustered face, "And you were doing aaall that chittering earlier about being late, while sitting here soaking up my car with this.." He couldn't even finish; didn't want to waste his time.
Hal was tugging down your panties without much care for how easily he could rip them, his mouth suctioning onto your clit and causing your whines to bleed out into a startled moan, "Oh!"
A heavy groan left Hal's mouth as soon as your essence dripped right onto his tongue, the taste of you exploding into a flurry of flavours.
"Jesus, tastes like cherry down here," He was lapping at you like a man starved, palms moving to support the soft of your ass to drag you closer to his dirty mouth.
It had you clenching around air and your hands flying into his brunette hair, unruly from the sweat.
Hal took your wandering hands as encouragement, his tongue circling around your swollen bud with unparalleled fever, "So clingy, s'that what you are?" The lewd sound of his muffled voice vibrated through your core, making you squirm, "S..slow.." You croaked.
The suggestion, stupid as it was being asked of Hal, earned you a firm slap on your inner thigh before his hand returned to grope at your ass, "Slow? Can't handle it? Thought you could handle me baby." He teased unbearably, only increasing his speed and making your eyes droop.
Cocky jerk.
The fever in which the racer continued to absolutely devour you with was making you dizzy, stars threatening to blink along your eyelids until Hal pulled off just to spit down on your clit and rub it in with his thumb. You were keening by now, little wet moans leaving as the heat coiled in your stomach.
But then Hal let go once he began unfastening his belt, "Ah ah. You don't get that just yet." He gave you that tilted smile that sent your heart beat into a frenzy, the one that simply rendered you defenceless.
You watched as fair hands brought your thighs over broad shoulders, but then you glanced at the front of the car to catch the time.
1:45PM.
Panic shot through you - you both had 15 minutes exact before Hal's participation in the race went from hopefully to a not at all.
"Hal! The time!" You chided loudly in hopes that it'd distract you from the traitorous throbbing between your legs.
Hal atleast gave you the benefit of the doubt for just a moment when he cast his gaze to the time, and grimaced, "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." You parroted with your furrowed brows and the subtle sheen of sweat that was forming from the scorching hotness.
Hal sighed with a hand running through his wild hair, before he pulled his jeans down and rubbed the bulge in his boxers against your swollen sex, "Guess we gotta be quick, huh?" He ignored every protest you had like it just echoed out of the car.
"Wh- no! What if someone sees? We're in a parking lot!" You shot, and Hal shrugged, "They'll get a show."
A growl almost escaped your throat at this man's arrogance, "You'll get penalized, and we.."
"I'll manage. It's not that bad." Hal pulled his t-shirt in between his teeth - which gave you a perfect view of his abs, the muscle beautifully toned, while he was working to free his dick and push the fat tip against your entrance - the contact made you tense, "Manage? We already had sex this morning!" You rasped as a pathetic last resort.
Hal smiled wide at that, like you'd just told him the best news ever.
You should've known better, because now the brunette was pushing into you agonizingly slow - the type of slow that took all the air out of your lungs. He leaned over you, admiring your sun-kissed face while he kept his weight propped over his elbows.
"Then we can skip right to the fun part."
Hal was methodical in the way he dragged his hips back and nudged his way back inside you, the plush of your walls greeting him yet again, "Still just as tight as this morning, fuck." Hal groaned like he was about to collapse from entering you, his tee dropping from his mouth.
The sounds only made you wetter, and Hal immediately noticed, "You dirty little- you like that don't you?" His pace grew into something firm; slow strokes that were knocking various angles until he found just that spot that made you cry and claw at his biceps.
"Right there!" You croaked, and Hal took it upon himself to give you a nice little answer, "Right there," His voice grew to a pitch that was supposedly supposed to sound like you, but he laughed, "You sure it's right there?" He gave a particularly rough thrust that made you squeeze him, pulling a curse from under the man's breath.
But then he began avoiding your sweet spot delibaretly, "I coulda sworn it was, ff..right here. Or here, orrr..here?" He questioned you with feigning innocence, and it made you whine like he expected you to, "Asshole!" You mewled.
Yet it was just the right reaction to make Hal fold you nastily in half, bringing his weight down on you and snatching your wrists in one hand, shoving it against your chest while the other hand held the back of your neck firmly, "Uh huh? Asshole? S'that what I am for giving this dirty pussy what it's askin' for?" He snarled it like the very notion of you perceiving him as an asshole had offended him.
You couldn't speak all of a sudden, not with the way Hal's cock was all of a sudden hitting your star spot with terrifying precision, making you sick with bliss.
Hal's dick was hammering into you now, filling the car with a symphony of your loud moans, his ragged breathing and minuscule groans, and the devastating slaps of skin against skin where Hal pressed deep.
It was pitiful the way you cried on, your words just barely loud enough to be audible when it was drowned out by the sounds of your coupling; specifically the wet squelching that was clearly driving Hal into a slow spiral.
"Stop, stop- g..gonna b'late!" You blubbered wetly, and Hal finally rolled his eyes, "G..gonna be late!- I don't care," He hissed, his nose brushing against yours as he shifted his hips to reach to the hilt, kissing your cervix and making you squeal.
It startled you when the man buried himself balls deep, a hiccup leaving as the tears burned along the rim of your eyes. Hal couldn't get enough, and it showed with every single brutal yet inevitably passionate thrust, molding you down to the veins of his dick.
Babbling was what you were reduced to as the man fucked you dumb without a care about how people might get curious and stare.
In fact a part of Hal was dying for it - the side of him that thrived under the starlight, "Come on..don't shut up," He panted while his lips dragged against your ear, "you want people to see this, huh? See how one of the best racers in the world gets with you? How crazy you drive me?"
All you could do was moan and sob in response to Hal's questions pitifully begging the man to take it easy on you - like you even wanted that, "S'too deep Hal," you babbled as the tears spilled from your eyes, "Please!"
"Oh yeah? Too deep?" Hal mocked, "When was that an issue huh? You getting sloppy on me?" He was being real mean, and it was stoking up the viscerally nasty part of your soul, "But look how this pink thing stretches. How it takes me so good."
Your vision honed in on Hal's countenance, on every single feature of his - the tight knit of his brows, the way his jaw clenched and the puffs of air that escaped him as he ruined you in a way that had you aching for it.
Hal's words kept up, and he laughed briskly - breathless, "You know, my mom made cherry pie occasionally, and it was- hah..always amazin'," He started, the contrast of the little story Hal was telling you and the violent way he was fucking down into you was enough to maybe even give you whiplash.
Not that any of that was possible with the way you moaned and sobbed, back arched and your stomach bulging with the fat head bullying into you and making a show of how fucking deep he was.
Hal continued, "But this? God this pussy might just be the best cherry pie I'll ever have." His grin was wild, his movements brash as he felt you squeezing him, "Fuuck, you're close aren't you?" He questioned.
You felt the drool clinging to the corner of your lip, and Hal - the dirty fuck, licked it riiight up, "C'mon baby. My dumb baby," He was damn near condescending, "You dumb? No..you're too good for that, huh? Too good for it when you're letting dick dictate your pretty head." He could see it in your hazy eyes.
You were pretty much an empty shell up there, existing to let Hal relentlessly thrust and thrust and thrust -
"C..cummi'.." The heat in the base of your tummy grew unbearable, but you couldn't even finish a sentence, sobbing out and your head lolling back, your spine arched up while Hal nodded, "Oh? What was that?" He immediately slowed down, effectively ripping your orgasm from you and making you fuss immediately.
"You jerk!" You croaked through your tears, and Hal tutted, shaking his head, "Aw..me?" He crooned, kissing along the tear streaks on your face, "But I don't give pretty things what they can't ask for. Come on, tell me what y'want," He hummed like it was simple.
Even as he worked up a real slow pace, like dragging his thick cok in and out of you was a herculean task, like it was something heavy - but it was breaking you into something stupid yet again.
It was desperate the way you tried to speak, "Ne..need t'c.." You whined when Hal rammed in randomly, your cervix most likely bruised as Hal pulled back out in a careful drag, "Need? What, need me to stop?" He asked and it made you scratch at Hal's wrists, "Nonono!" You croaked, "Please!"
Hal raised a brow, his hand letting go of your wrist to drag a strand of your hair behind your ear, almost sweet.
Though you knew better, "Then what is it? Tell me." Hal said, and you heaved, choking on a few whiny cries that were less than dignified, "Wanna cum..please." You managed, rocking your hips to try forcing more of Hal's dick inside.
Hal watched your pathetic squirming, and really he almost had the thought of continuing this - but one glance at the clock of the car told him he had no time for that at this rate.
Moving his eyes back to yours, he pushed the hand on the back of your neck to angle your vision to where the tip of his length remained inside of you, "You wanna cum?" He asked, though it was rhetorical because the brunette began a rather fast pace, one that grew in force and speed before it felt more like a punishment than a reward.
But you still took it, still moaned loud and high enough to alert someone outside of the rather shaky car, "Yesyesyes!" You chanted it without a shred of shame, and Hal snickered, "God I just hope someone comes and sees you just like this.."
He leaned into your ear, "Cum. Watch yourself cum right on my dick." He growled.
And it was all you needed.
Your vision went white as the sparks flew from your curled toes, up to your legs as your ankles locked around Hal's neck, and then it met at the base of your spine as you came hard enough to almost faint.
You felt faint as you sobbed in pure euphoria, your breathing coming in rapidly as Hal's fingers swirled around your throbbing clit, "Good..juuust like that huh? God, you're so messy." He mocked, but you?
You were the prettiest thing in the world to him, even like this.
It took a few long but firmly placed strokes inside of you before Hal was pulling out, "Open." He demanded, though it wasn't mean.
Bringing yourself up on your elbows the best you could on the leather, your lips parted as Hal's tip rested heavy on your tongue before white streaks painted your throats, the brunette squeezing the base with a low hiss.
"You're just perfect.." Hal murmured under his breath, his fingers carding through your hair while he tapped his cock against your tongue, and pulled it away.
Shamelessly you swallowed, before you laid back down on the leather of the seats. Hal was pulling your underwear and shorts up, giving you a light pat on the thigh while he looked around to see if anybody was around. Once he'd seen enough, he quickly tucked himself in, fumbling to get his jeans and buckle his belt.
"Fuck. I need to get to the race, gonna be late." Hal mumbled, and you giggled a little, "I told you so."
The two of you had ended up making it just about five minutes before, with Hal's position dropping to P12 for being so late, and the racer receiving a huge earful from his team principal and engineer..
But in the end, the man had still landed in P2, that cocky grin plastered on his countenance as he held the trophy..and his eyes cast down at you.
He was obvious about the wink he shot you, and made sure that you understood what he meant when he kissed the trophy.
Hal Jordan sure had his priorities in all the wrong places, but it didn't matter when he saw the wide and pretty smile that graced your face.
Guess who finally got finished with finals?? THIS GAL!!! So now I need help, all of these fics are going to be written eventually, but I wanted your guys opinion on which one you want out first (all x reader)
random tangent but can we PLEASE stop supporting the problematic authors 😭 just to name a few popular ones people LOVE
Elle Kennedy
Lauren Roberts
JK Rowling (kinda obvious)
Rebecca Yarros
Sarah J. Maas
Colleen Hoover
Like there are so many other authors out here 😭 that create beautiful books but a book that’s written by AI and copies lines and plot points of multiple different books being a TOP SELLER is fucking ridiculous. Genuinely pisses me off.
I know I haven’t been too active (promise I will be in like the next two weeks after school) but I feel the need to clarify some things since I am from the US: FUCK TRUMP, FUCK ICE, and FUCK THEIR SUPPORTERS.
I don’t want anyone who supports any MAGA anything or thinks that what is happening in the United States is okay and normal, to click my profile. I don’t want any Trump supporters who excuse his actions and think he’s an okay president read any of my writing about Jason Todd’s dick. Yes. It is that serious.
Just because it’s fanfic writing doesn’t mean I’m writing it for those people who have opinions that I just can’t agree with. I can’t control who sees my stuff, but I can express my distaste for those people and advise them not to follow me if their views are ones I don’t agree with.
I don’t know if any of my follow even are supporters, but if you are then please unfollow me because I do not want support from people who also support trump.
I can’t say I’m not trying to be mean, but this is basically my one and only warning because I feel the need to say it at least once in here by myself.
i want this post to be weighty and meaningful enough, so it wasn't written in one day. now when i have some sort of platform (?) here, in my opinion i should use it to speak about something important to me. something that i want people to know about.
today, on 18th of may in 1944, crimean tatar people were deported by the soviet government from our homeland crimean peninsula, our only homeland. we call it sürgün or sürgünlik which directly means exile.
the official reason for the collective punishment of the soviet government was "collaboration with the army of nazi germany during occupation of crimea". except crimean tatar people, another nine minorities were "punished" as well. (according to wikipedia, only 20,000 of crimean tatars agreed to work with germany. it opposes to 40,000 crimean tatars that were fighting against fascism and nazism in the red army.)
within three days around 192,000 of crimean tatar people have been transferred in cattle trains to central asia and ural mountains. mostly to uzbek soviet socialist republic. around 8,000 of them perished due lack of food and water and harsh living conditions in exile. houses, farms, acres of land were left abandoned.
we were allowed to return to our homeland only in the late 80s - early 90s. crimean tatars — my family included — had to rebuild everything almost from scratch during the 90s. in 2004 we made 12% of the crimean population. mind you, before exile we were 20% and before russian empire annexation of crimea in 1783 we were 90% of population. after annexation in 2014, we make only 10%.
there are many theories why the soviet government actually deported us. but it's confirmed that this is a genocide, an ethnical cleansing of autochthonous population of crimea.
currently sürgünlik is recognised as genocide by ukraine, lithuania, latvia, poland, the czech republic, canada and the netherlands.
this tragedy shaped us, this is the trauma my people carry throughout the generations. right now russian federation attempts to erase us and our heritage all over again. in crimea, crimean tatars are getting arrested, accused of being "terrorists". our national schools are closing, general education schools are slowly getting rid of our native language lessons.
half of my generation can't speak and think in our language as it gets forgotten and our dialects get lost.
so no, russian war against ukraine isn't just about ukraine for me. it's about my people's identity not being erased by the imperialist state we suffer from since the 18th century, it's about bringing them to historical justice and condemning their actions (not only towards crimean tatars, but towards everyone they've harmed)
biz unutmadıq ve biz unutmacamız (we didn't forget and we won't forget)
Summary💿: You were stuck at a frat party, all because they needed someone to take care of the mixtape. You were a party person at heart, but frats always seemed like the type of parties people would use to have sex and drink and smoke and not actually party. But when you went to your first party hosted by Richard Grayson, you learn your stereotypes are far wrong, and you end up meeting someone out of it.
NSFW! Alcohol usage and smoking, college party, making out, and smut!
Frat parties. You didn't always go. Who wants to be at a boring party with man whores who are drunk and ruining their already gross house? Frat boys, who have no good music taste and are all majoring in something like finance or business. Safe to say, you didn't do frat parties, and it was well known. You stereotyped the hell out of them, but who wouldn't when all the people in the frat at your school are gorgeous and known for being sluts?
Now, you may have hated frat boys, but you didn't deny they were hot. Especially the guy in your literature class, Jason Todd. He always seemed so out of place among his brothers. You've listened to him talk about his classes, and he was smart. Well, English smart. You weren't; you were math and chemistry smart.
Even with two hard majors, you still managed to have a good time. Known for your hobby in music, you were always invited to parties, and you always showed up to all. All except the frats. No matter how many times Dick Grayson, the frat president, and in your human relations class, asked. No matter how many times your friends wanted to go to get laid by any one of them. No matter what, alcohol Dick promised would be there, so he could have your party presence there.
You were just chilling in your class, listening to Dick go on and on about his party tonight. It sounded like a toddler talking about how much they loved cake, hoping you'd give them a slice later.
"Anywho.. the only problem is our music's been lacking lately, apparently we've gotten complaints that Duke's playlist is getting old and we need a new one.." Dick says, staring right at you as you cram for some math.
He had the biggest and most pleading eyes you've ever seen.
"Not a chance in hell, Dick." You said, your eyes never leaving your paper.
"Come on! You're like, THE music person here. I need your playlists! You match the vibe of parties so well!" He pleaded, the professor clearing his throat to get him to shut up. You both were in the back, so at least he wasn't being too disruptive.
"Yeah, and the only song I'd play for this would be 'Get Me Out of Here.'" You roll your eyes, multitasking your math and notes.
"Ok, well, Jason will be there, and he hasn't been laid at all this year." His sly smirk formed on his face as you try to hide how your ears perk up at the name.
"And why would I care about his whereabouts and sex life?" You ask with uninterest, but inside you know he's pushing for you to come.
You hate that it only takes his name for you to even consider going.
"Because I know you eyeball him every time he comes up while we're talking, and that you have a giant ass crush on him." He leans back in his chair.
"I do not."
"You so do."
"Shut up, D-" You were interrupted by the fact that the class was empty, including the professor.
"Sooo... so you tonight with that mixtape?" Dick dares to ask. You just huff and grab your stuff.
"Ill have it there by tonight. But then I'm out." You respond, getting the hell out of there and back to your dorm.
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You really regret the moment you stepped on the grass in front of the fancy yet-also-not-fancy frat house. You saw a girl already puking her guts out while her friend held her hair back, a guy and girl grinding way too inappropriately to not be in some sort of room, and ofc course, red solo cups already littered everywhere. Mind you, dick told you to be here by 9, it was only 9:15.
You just tiptoed past everyone, walked up the house steps, and squeezed through the crowd. It was nothing you haven't done before, but at the same time, it was like these people were another breed. Just here for the substances and sex, not to actually have fun and party.
You finally spot Dick at the stairs leading up to the frat boys' rooms, where you would bet plenty of people were occupying right now. Listen, there's nothing wrong with how people have fun, you aren't much better yourself, but theres barley any appreciation from these people! You never understood how Dick could do all of this and just be okay without even a simple thank you.
You see Dick's eyes light up as he brushes away the girl he was talking to.
"Hey! Didn't think you'd actually come. Got the music?" He asked, and you hold up the CD for him to snag.
"You're the best."
"I know." You respond
"Well, I promised a payment in return; he's in the kitchen with the blunt."
You act like you don't care, but it doesn't really work when you make a beeline to the kitchen. You're no better than everyone else here, but who can blame you? Jason Todd was the hottest guy you've seen. And now? Even hotter.
There he was, red solo in one hand, and a blunt in his other. It was slightly burning; the small light dimmed against the other lights around. He had a red and blue glow on his face from the neon bar sign that was hung up in the kitchen (frat decor at its finest). His muscles were bulky and veiny as he flexed, elbow bent as he took a hint from his blunt. You could see some tattoos peeking out from under his arm sleeves.
Insane to think this is the same guy getting straight A's in your literature and history classes.
He turns around, blowing smoke out of his mouth as his eyes catch yours staring, a small smirk forming as his attention now turns to you, like it was now only the two of you and the light in the room.
You walked closer, and while you felt people crowding and bumping into you, it still felt like time slowed, and it was only the two of you in the kitchen.
"Hey, Dick gave me the heads up you were coming." He smiled, setting down his cup like he wanted no distraction to divert his attention to you. It makes you feel like you're the most important in the room.
"Yeah? It was only from the CD." You say, trying not to sound like a total loser right now.
"Not exactly what he told me, but I trust you more than him." He lets out a small chuckle, offering his blunt to you.
You shrug and take it, handing it back as smoke blows out in a mesmerized daze. You didn't even need the thing to feel high, just him looking at you like this.
"So, first time we've talked outside of literature.. not used to you in party mode." You point out, leaning against the counter.
"Yeah, well, normally I'm not out here for this stuff, and I lock myself in my room and read or do homework. Dick was able to drag me out after saying you were gonna be here." He says oh so casually, but he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.
"Didn't know you thought of me like that." You attempt to say like you were cool, but it came out more of surprised.
"Oh, I think about you a lot more than just like that." He smirks, seeing you down a cup of whatever juice-alcohol contraption was made.
When you finally feel high and drunk enough, you come up to him and grab his neck, giving him his cue.
His kisses were direct and hard. His lips were firm, knowing what they wanted. They smooshed against yours, and his tongue licks your lower lip, making your lips drop and able to feel all around. The mix of his tongue swirling, pressure from his lips, the alcohol in your system, and the weed hitting your brain all made you so dizzy.
He let go, his finger twirling a curl by your neck, his eyes close as they analyze your current state.
"You okay with taking this upstairs?" He asked, his eyes glancing with something far more than lust and horniness.
You just nod, feeling a protective hand on your lower back, guide you through the crowd and up the stairs to his room.
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You thought frat boys were all gross snobs who didn't care at all for a person's well-being as long as their dick got sucked. But Jason turned that stereotype around real quick.
He was gentle, laying you down on his bed with a care that made it seem he knew you way far before this. His hand cradled your head as it left once you were settled on his mattress. His blunt was dying out in his ashtray by his bed, and he somehow got shirtless on the way up here.
You couldn't focus on anything but him. The way his arm tattoos looked, how they felt when you ran your hand up and down his arm. You felt his cold hands reach your stomach from under your shirt, giving you one last glance with stars in his eyes.
"You sure you're okay with this?" He asked, hovering over you more.
You nod your head.
"I need a verbal response, ma." He kisses your shoulder, the starry eyes never leaving your face.
"Yes... I'm sure." You responded firmly, giving him a cue to lift your shirt up.
He unclasped your bra, beginning to palm your breasts. Your nipple got hard, making Jason laugh and begin to tease.
"Don't come just from this, ma." He smirked, his tongue swirling around your nipples, sliding his hands down your jeans, feeling the lace of your panties.
His fingers delicately slide your pants down just enough to push your panties to the side and begin to tease your clit.
You began to pant, moaning and closing your eyes as you felt his tongue tease and nip at your breasts. His fingers worked like magic, twirling around the same rotation of his tongue, moving up and down from time to time.
"You're okay to come, it's never a race," he mumbles in your ear.
"What about you? No dick out?" You ask with hazy eyes, him not stopping with rubbing your pussy.
"I'll give you my dick once I think I'm worthy of having it in you. For now, I can pleasure you in other ways." He responds, his fingers hooking into you.
You came on the spot from that, making Jason laugh loudly.
He moved down to lick up the mess leaking from your pussy, making you more sensitive and cumming again.
By the time you were done, it felt so fast, yet you realized the bass from the party was gone, and you were up here with Jason for hours. He didn't stop, rotating from licking your clit to your nipples, to leaving hickies in spots where you could cover them up. And not once did he pleasure himself. Just whimper and whine from giving it all to you.
When you were finally done, you were so hazy and tired that you accepted the fact you were missing your morning class tomorrow, and that you were staying right in Jason's bed.
You both flirted and talked in your classes, but he was always so sweet and respectful. Tonight was another side of him that still matched him perfectly at the same time.
"Here, I don't want you to get too cold." He said, tossing you his hoodie as he cleans you up.
You slide it on, savoring his smell that is now all over you. You knew from the commotion last night that the party was a success, and that people were jumping in the pool and partying like there was no tomorrow. But your attention was always brought back to Jason. While there was some fomo, you knew you could always come back and experience another. But you'd never experience having sex with Jason for the first time like this.
"Get some sleep, ma." He kissed your forehead, letting you drift off.
Jason Todd, the guy who treated you like something to worship, was a frat boy. It was like he was trying to throw your stereotype all off. And he succeeded. You'll focus on the awkwardness that will come at your classes later; right now, you just want to bask in the feeling of sleeping in your crush's bed. The random guy form your literature class that apparently liked you back.
Thank you, sm for reading!! Finals are coming soon, so expect fics to come out a bit slower until summer! There will be a part 2 focusing more on Jason's Uni experience and his POV!>.<
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