fluff, maybe slight angst??, not exactly aftercare i just didn’t know what to name this lol
you felt wally's weight collapsing on top of you and his warm breath against your face as his heavy pants mixed with your own. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you, and you felt wally freeze in your embrace. "just hold me for a moment."
"sure." he mumbled, a little stumped from the sudden affection. "you okay? need anything?"
"i'm good." you spoke quickly, in a high pitched, breathy voice, and let out a particularly sharp exhale, as you were still trying to regain your breath. "it's just that i still need to get used to this, you know?"
wally heard you laugh softly at your own words, but his heart skipped a beat at the implications behind them, and he was glad that you could not see his surprised expression, was it something you were actually willing to go through with? "what do you mean?"
"it's just that sex with superspeed can be a bit rough, you know?"
"right..." he trailed off, but decided not to press on the matter, he'd just have to wait some more to find out if you were actually planning on having sex with him often enough to end up getting used to his powers. "sorry about that."
"that's fine, i like it." you tightened your arms around his neck. "just need the support right now."
"sure." he was still feeling a bit awkward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest anyway, allowing you to relax into his arms and your breath to even out. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest against his own, your warm skin against his, and heard your heartbeats slowing down to finally synchronise with his.
he was sure the moment felt a lot more intimate than anything you'd agreed on. still, wally decided to allow himself to take in your warmth rather than push you away, it'd been you who'd started it after all and he was not going to be the one to stop you. you felt tired, you wanted to be held, and he was the one responsible for it, so he shouldn't deny you of that, right?
one arm tightened around your waist while the other snaked up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. he liked having you this close. even after the activities you'd been engaging in prior to this moment, he felt a lot closer to you like this. it felt nice, maybe he shouldn't be enjoying the softness of the moment as much as he was.
he stayed still for a few seconds, taking in your scent and listening to your soft breaths fanning against his neck. he wasn't sure if you were planning on falling asleep like that but he would let you if you needed to.
he pressed a kiss to your temple and hoped that it wasn't too much for you, hoped that you wouldn't be able to feel all the love he had for you, that he was sure practically radiated off him while he held you like this.
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fluff, maybe slight angst??, not exactly aftercare i just didn’t know what to name this lol
you felt wally's weight collapsing on top of you and his warm breath against your face as his heavy pants mixed with your own. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you, and you felt wally freeze in your embrace. "just hold me for a moment."
"sure." he mumbled, a little stumped from the sudden affection. "you okay? need anything?"
"i'm good." you spoke quickly, in a high pitched, breathy voice, and let out a particularly sharp exhale, as you were still trying to regain your breath. "it's just that i still need to get used to this, you know?"
wally heard you laugh softly at your own words, but his heart skipped a beat at the implications behind them, and he was glad that you could not see his surprised expression, was it something you were actually willing to go through with? "what do you mean?"
"it's just that sex with superspeed can be a bit rough, you know?"
"right..." he trailed off, but decided not to press on the matter, he'd just have to wait some more to find out if you were actually planning on having sex with him often enough to end up getting used to his powers. "sorry about that."
"that's fine, i like it." you tightened your arms around his neck. "just need the support right now."
"sure." he was still feeling a bit awkward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest anyway, allowing you to relax into his arms and your breath to even out. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest against his own, your warm skin against his, and heard your heartbeats slowing down to finally synchronise with his.
he was sure the moment felt a lot more intimate than anything you'd agreed on. still, wally decided to allow himself to take in your warmth rather than push you away, it'd been you who'd started it after all and he was not going to be the one to stop you. you felt tired, you wanted to be held, and he was the one responsible for it, so he shouldn't deny you of that, right?
one arm tightened around your waist while the other snaked up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. he liked having you this close. even after the activities you'd been engaging in prior to this moment, he felt a lot closer to you like this. it felt nice, maybe he shouldn't be enjoying the softness of the moment as much as he was.
he stayed still for a few seconds, taking in your scent and listening to your soft breaths fanning against his neck. he wasn't sure if you were planning on falling asleep like that but he would let you if you needed to.
he pressed a kiss to your temple and hoped that it wasn't too much for you, hoped that you wouldn't be able to feel all the love he had for you, that he was sure practically radiated off him while he held you like this.
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necklace - @patientofarkhamasylum
sacred heart - @frostedpinkicing
Bite my tongue/ It's a bad habit - @suprsnupi
vampire! Bruce - @scissorhvnds
your hand upon my chest is mine - @twentytomidnight
Never used to death - @llovelygood
jealous knight - @bloomcissa
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Mama, a bald man behind you - @stcrgazerlily
Title of your sex tape - @annaevermore
superman day - @kryptidfiles
have you raised a ticket? - @devisedplan
JASON TODD
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like father, like trouble - @arfemiz
Coffee Shop Revelations - @fanfictionwarrior-chills
Just us and your friend roy - @fleurmarjorieargent
Baby - @brucewayneisavirgin
knight in shining armor - @vianawaits
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the proposal - @gglouise23
ROY HARPER
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Iris - @amoebadue
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CASSANDRA CAIN
first kiss - @kooriandr
TALIA AL GHUL
morning lights - @cherryvvave
STEPHANIE BROWN
girl, so confusing - @froggibus
KARA ZOR-EL
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SUPERBOY PRIME
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MULTI
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MISCELLANEOUS
Pretty isin't pretty - @crookshanks-07
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KYLE RAYNER
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Summary: Jason being a yapper and sometimes a ragebaiter towards you.
pairing: Jason x reader
tags and warnings: yapper x listener, also kind of ragebaits you at the end though I don't think I wrote that portion well,got this idea in the middle of the day and here it is, not too happy with this but anyways ,maybe OOC,
wc: 1.3k
When people look at you and Jason, they'd assume it's you who talks more — you who always has a slight awkward smile on your face like a reflex mechanism while Jason has his lips pressed into a thin line, green eyes glaring, tall and bulky with tattoos peeking through his shirt. But the truth was far from it. In fact, no one really believed you when you said Jason was the talkative one of the two of you.
Maybe because it was only with you.
Sometimes he'd lay his head on your lap, hands moving around as he explained the plot of some old Hollywood movie he found in the depths of the internet, or sometimes it would be about how the author could have made the plot twist better. Sometimes when both of you are meandering around the streets of Gotham, he'd tell you some tidbits about the places or about a specific dish cooked in a restaurant. Sometimes it would be when you were doing your skincare routine at the vanity, all while Jason was lying on the bed behind you, huddled in blankets with his hair all around the place, yapping about how his brothers did something wrong or about a dumb criminal he had caught last patrol.
You liked hearing him talk.
The way his voice changed its pitch according to what he was talking about — sometimes hushed, sometimes boisterous — comforted you, like a heavyweight blanket during the cold winters. All your worries would wash away as you listened to him talk about literally anything. Hell, sometimes it would help you sleep after not being able to do so for a while.
It had always been like this since your childhood, when you and Jason would spend hours talking about school.
But things had changed.
Jason had changed after coming back from the dead — angry, annoyed and frustrated, all hiding a deep layer of hurt. You couldn't blame him, not after all he went through.
It had taken a few months for him to start talking like he used to , without any annoying remarks every few seconds. You knew it came from a place of hurt and fury.
Now you were here, after four years of being together, as Jason rambled on and on about something he witnessed while getting you a bagel from the cafe across the street.
"The guy acted so immature —" he huffs. "Almost like a five-year-old child crying to his mother."
You hummed, fingers threading through his hair. He looked beautiful, always did. There's a moment of silence, nothing but the sound of the overhead fan filling in the space. You don't notice, too immersed in memorising his beauty.
"Do I speak too much?" Jason asks, eyes gazing at the floor below you. It surprised you just for a minute before you cupped his cheeks, fingertips dancing around the scars on his face. It reminded you of a moment years ago, when you both were thirteen, playing around in the lush gardens of the Wayne manor. He had asked you the same question after an incident that had occurred at school, where your teacher had pointed out how Jason had made even the most introverted kid at school — you — talk during class.
You remembered how blue eyes looked onto the green, hands fiddling as he waited for your answer with bated breath.
Years later, though everything has changed, nothing has at the same time.
You whisper the same words you did years ago.
"I love hearing you talk, Jay. It's my favorite sound."
Of course, loving hearing Jason talk didn't mean he never found ways to annoy you. All of them were silly, nothing that could really hurt you, but they did a good job of annoying you.
It's been a few weeks since that day.
It was two in the morning when the thud of boots resounded against the walls of the living room. Jason had expected you to have gone to sleep by now, only to find you sitting on the couch, face illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen. Your eyes were squinted, nose scrunched as you switched through various tabs.
You were busy typing, not even turning round at the sound of Jason's arrival. Jason knew you didn't like being disturbed when you worked, so he decided to take a shower before approaching you. Minutes passed by, and Jason had changed into his sweatpants, hair wet and droplets sliding across scarred muscles, yet you were as still as a statue, eyes glued to the screen.
"Baby, you need to sleep." Jason murmurs, hand over your shoulder, as he slides next to you. Tiny droplets sink into the cotton of your shirt as you shrug his hand off, back hunched, trying to finish the assignment that was due in two days.
"Not today, Jason."
"Well, it's actually tomorrow because it's past 12." Jason snickered, giggling to himself but there was no reaction on your face. It was almost three AM now, and he could see your eyes starting to droop, though you still typed.
Jason was a strategist at heart, so what better way than to use his rage-bait techniques to get you to sleep.
"chi-HUAH-HUAH"
See there were few specific words, when pronounced in a certain way had your vein pooping off in your forehead and this just happened to be one of them, that Jason was very well aware of. It was the intonation of the word that irked you — the initial low pitch transition to immediate high pitch.
There's a pin drop silence in the room, as you try to take a deep breath before typing again to complete the assignment and not stare at the godly man standing in front of you with absurd sounds slipping past his lips.
"Chi-HUAH-HUAH," he raised his voice again, moving behind the couch. You did not have to turn to know the teasing grin carved on his face.
"Chi-HUAH-HUAH, "Jason repeats.
"Jay," you mumble, continuing to type even as your concentration wears down every minute.
"chi-HUAH-HUAH"
"Jason."
"chi-HUAH-HUAH"
"Okay, that's it, I'm going too—" you place the laptop on the couch before running behind as he leaps towards the bedroom, looking back at you with the same grin. "Jason, you idiot, wait."
Only his glorious laughs resound in the apartment (your neighbours would complain the following day). An involuntary smile curls at your lips at the sounds before you try to grimace to show your annoyance.
Your shared bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Once you enter the dark room, large hands tackle you from behind to the soft plush of the bed, pulling you in close against his chest. His green eyes gleam under the moonlight flittering through the curtains.
"Jason, stop. You know I hate you saying that," you say, slightly punching his bicep, to which he only tightens his arms around your waist.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry," He mutters, head tucked into the crook of your neck. You stay like that for a minute, almost forgetting about the assignment. almost.
"Okay, let me go now." You push against his chest only for him to tug you further.
"Nope, you need to sleep." Jason looks at you, his scarred hand grazing your cheek. He knew you hadn't slept properly for the past two days, and you would fall sick sooner or later if it continued.
"No, I need to finish the assignment that's—"
"That's due on Friday. You can rest now." Jason continues, hands brushing the hair from your face.
"But Jay —"
"Angel, please," he pleads, bringing your fingertips to his mouth as he places small kisses on them. "Let's give your fingers some rest, and then I'll wake you up at seven in the morning."
"Fine," you grumble, before placing your head on his chest. "But I'm getting my revenge one day."
He laughs before tugging the comforter over both of you. It was easy to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat like a lullaby.
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fluff, maybe slight angst??, not exactly aftercare i just didn’t know what to name this lol
you felt wally's weight collapsing on top of you and his warm breath against your face as his heavy pants mixed with your own. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you, and you felt wally freeze in your embrace. "just hold me for a moment."
"sure." he mumbled, a little stumped from the sudden affection. "you okay? need anything?"
"i'm good." you spoke quickly, in a high pitched, breathy voice, and let out a particularly sharp exhale, as you were still trying to regain your breath. "it's just that i still need to get used to this, you know?"
wally heard you laugh softly at your own words, but his heart skipped a beat at the implications behind them, and he was glad that you could not see his surprised expression, was it something you were actually willing to go through with? "what do you mean?"
"it's just that sex with superspeed can be a bit rough, you know?"
"right..." he trailed off, but decided not to press on the matter, he'd just have to wait some more to find out if you were actually planning on having sex with him often enough to end up getting used to his powers. "sorry about that."
"that's fine, i like it." you tightened your arms around his neck. "just need the support right now."
"sure." he was still feeling a bit awkward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest anyway, allowing you to relax into his arms and your breath to even out. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest against his own, your warm skin against his, and heard your heartbeats slowing down to finally synchronise with his.
he was sure the moment felt a lot more intimate than anything you'd agreed on. still, wally decided to allow himself to take in your warmth rather than push you away, it'd been you who'd started it after all and he was not going to be the one to stop you. you felt tired, you wanted to be held, and he was the one responsible for it, so he shouldn't deny you of that, right?
one arm tightened around your waist while the other snaked up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. he liked having you this close. even after the activities you'd been engaging in prior to this moment, he felt a lot closer to you like this. it felt nice, maybe he shouldn't be enjoying the softness of the moment as much as he was.
he stayed still for a few seconds, taking in your scent and listening to your soft breaths fanning against his neck. he wasn't sure if you were planning on falling asleep like that but he would let you if you needed to.
he pressed a kiss to your temple and hoped that it wasn't too much for you, hoped that you wouldn't be able to feel all the love he had for you, that he was sure practically radiated off him while he held you like this.
fluff, maybe slight angst??, not exactly aftercare i just didn’t know what to name this lol
you felt wally's weight collapsing on top of you and his warm breath against your face as his heavy pants mixed with your own. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you, and you felt wally freeze in your embrace. "just hold me for a moment."
"sure." he mumbled, a little stumped from the sudden affection. "you okay? need anything?"
"i'm good." you spoke quickly, in a high pitched, breathy voice, and let out a particularly sharp exhale, as you were still trying to regain your breath. "it's just that i still need to get used to this, you know?"
wally heard you laugh softly at your own words, but his heart skipped a beat at the implications behind them, and he was glad that you could not see his surprised expression, was it something you were actually willing to go through with? "what do you mean?"
"it's just that sex with superspeed can be a bit rough, you know?"
"right..." he trailed off, but decided not to press on the matter, he'd just have to wait some more to find out if you were actually planning on having sex with him often enough to end up getting used to his powers. "sorry about that."
"that's fine, i like it." you tightened your arms around his neck. "just need the support right now."
"sure." he was still feeling a bit awkward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest anyway, allowing you to relax into his arms and your breath to even out. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest against his own, your warm skin against his, and heard your heartbeats slowing down to finally synchronise with his.
he was sure the moment felt a lot more intimate than anything you'd agreed on. still, wally decided to allow himself to take in your warmth rather than push you away, it'd been you who'd started it after all and he was not going to be the one to stop you. you felt tired, you wanted to be held, and he was the one responsible for it, so he shouldn't deny you of that, right?
one arm tightened around your waist while the other snaked up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. he liked having you this close. even after the activities you'd been engaging in prior to this moment, he felt a lot closer to you like this. it felt nice, maybe he shouldn't be enjoying the softness of the moment as much as he was.
he stayed still for a few seconds, taking in your scent and listening to your soft breaths fanning against his neck. he wasn't sure if you were planning on falling asleep like that but he would let you if you needed to.
he pressed a kiss to your temple and hoped that it wasn't too much for you, hoped that you wouldn't be able to feel all the love he had for you, that he was sure practically radiated off him while he held you like this.
Warnings: None really! // Part of the 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 smau series <3
Morph's thoughts: Ughhh Cass my baby, i had so much fun making this one, wanted to give some batgirl vibes but mostly focus on her personality out of the suit <3 hope i did her justice // SORRY I’VE JUST REALISED THE POST DIDN’T GET SCHEDULED
summary: Dick eating you out while he’s doing a handstand.
warning: MDNI 18+, oral sex (fem!receives), french kissing
A/N: Don’t even ask how I came up with this…
Dick had that look again. That infuriating, lopsided grin that always meant he thought he’d already won. He leaned casually against the kitchen island, arms folded, watching you with the kind of confidence only he could wear without looking arrogant.
“What?” he asked, catching the way you were staring. “You look like you’re plotting something.”
“Maybe I am,” you replied, unable to hide your smile. “You always go on about how flexible you are, how you can balance anywhere, do just about anything.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “So prove it.”
His eyebrows lifted, curiosity flashing across his face before his grin widened into something undeniably mischievous.
“Oh?” he laughed, taking a slow step closer. “I didn’t realize that was where your mind was headed.”
His voice dipped just enough to make your stomach flutter as he searched your expression for any hint of hesitation.
“Careful,” he murmured with amusement in his eyes. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to start wondering what, exactly, you have planned…”
“Wanna take a guess?” you ask him teasingly.
Dick lets out a low groan before he picks you up, and his hands are resting on your ass. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist, and crash his lips against yours. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, silently begging you to open your mouth, and you do. It was a sweet, almost hesitant collision that instantly turned desperate. You exhaled a shaky breath, your tongue tangling with his as the taste of his mouth consumed your senses.
His hands that were resting on your ass were giving you slight squeezes. You let out a soft, involuntary moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.
“Fuck baby. I want to hear you make that sound again.” He muttered, sounding almost desperate, and started kissing you again.
He was walking you both towards the living room, where he had enough room to do what had been in your mind. And fuck, he was so excited to go down on you.
He slowly lays you down on the cold floor without interrupting the kiss. His hands work on removing the boxers, his boxers, that was separating him from your sweet cunt. With a swift motion, they were off of you and he threw them somewhere behind him. He could care less where they landed, all he can think about is having a taste of your pussy.
He broke from the kiss, and you could see a smug twitch at the corner of his mouth. He parted your legs far apart, and the sight alone was to die for.
“Look at me while I do this to you.” He said before standing up.
Swinging a leg back, he pushed off the floor, sending his feet up in the air. Now that he was in a handstand, he turned around using his head so that his face was now facing your exposed and now wet pussy. Without struggling, he put his left hand on the floor next to your hips, before doing the same thing with his right hand.
“Don’t you dare move, yeah baby?” and you nodded in response.
He slightly pushed himself down until his mouth was just inches away from you.
Before he started on working his mouth against you, he gave your pussy a little kiss at which you let out a silent cry. Your whole body was begging him to just eat you out.
He started with gentle licks before he starts making out with your sweet cunt.
“Fuuuck.” You moan as your hips press deeper into his face.
His tongue started working faster, and with increasing pressure. His mouth engulfed your pussy, and his tongue was swirling against your sweet spot. You were digging your nails into your own palm because you didn’t want to disturb his balance while he was overly focused on keeping his balance while also focusing on eating you out. Because fuck, he felt how his arms were threatening on giving up on him.
Dick bites back a moan as he hears the sweet noises that leave your pretty lips. As Dick continues playing with the inner side of your vulva, you couldn’t help but ache your back off of the floor with closed eyes.
Dick Grayson was truly an eater. The way his mouth moves is really a wonder. The way he makes out, and eats your pussy with so much need and desperation. Fuck, this is all that you can focus on right now.
“Such a pretty mess.” Dick said in between before he continued where he left off. A quiet whimper leaves his lips as soon as his lips are on you again. The sweet taste of yours is sending a shiver down his spine, and he felt his one arm go weak before he caught himself. Still, he continues eating like a man starving.
“Dick, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. I’m about to cum.” You cried out as you felt a tight knot form in your lower stomach. “Don’t stop, just like that– Oh fuck, yes.”
“Look at me while you cum.” Dick purred and his breath hitched a second later.
You tilt your head up and look at him. His face was turning red, the veins were visible on his neck, and all you could see was how his lips were moving on your cunt.
A tremor shot straight through your spine while crying out his name into the quiet room.
“I want every drop.” Dick said as he started to swallow the juice that left your cunt. The taste felt intoxicating and so sweet, he needs it like he needs air.
After drinking every drop of your juice he slowly lowered himself, he towered over your now shaking body. He connected his lips with yours again, and you could taste yourself against his lips. Kissing you so softly, he lets out a shaky breath against your lips.
“I think I also came,” he admitted, at which you only laughed.
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