My side blog for @three-fat-rats-in-a-trench-coat Iām 20 female. A disaster to society and my favorite character is a mess. I think it says a lot about meā¦
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Second part!
And yes the gif is as serious as you should take this series.
Would u be able to write genderbent Plastic Man (Plastic Woman/Patricia O'Brian) x male reader smut?
Concept/Scenario: During his lunch break at work, the reader receives a text from his girlfriend to go to the Janitor's room and look out the window for a surprise. The reader spots Patricia's body sitting on the rooftop across the street with her neck stretched out of sight. Patricia's head comes through the vents to show the reader a good time.
Have Patricia use her elasticity while sucking the reader off. Like making her throat tighter.
Content: Flirting. Making out. Oral sex. Deepthroat. Throatfucking. Inappropriate use of powers. Come swallowing.
Lunch breaks normally involve relaxing right?
Plastic Woman x male reader
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Heyā¦pookie whore normally Iād call you a hoe but I think we are going to be more personal today.
I apologize in advance for howā¦bad this is. Itāsā¦so bad.
Some disclaimers. Iāve never written smut before. I have no real idea who this character is but after doing some research Iām fully confident lie that I can write this.
Also given Iām not a man I umā¦donāt know male anatomy as well. Nor have I doneā¦whatās being asked of this request. So,I did someā¦research. Iām probably on a watch list. This is not proof read because I keep chickening out of writing this. So. Iām just doing it and if itāsā¦horrid. I warned you.
Like how am I going to make eye contact with people later?
Play song when I say too if you want ig :)
I should be paying attention to this meeting I meanā¦but gosh talking to heroās can be so boring or annoying. Working in this call centerā¦sucks Iāll say that much. The worst part once everyone found out that Iām dating my girlā¦well most were fine with it. Some even are happy for me.
But thereās one person that keeps calling me because of āemergencyāsā that arenāt really an emergency.
āMaāam ? Elongated woman you know you canāt keep calling this line we talked about this.ā I say into my headset knowingly when I recognize the number on the screen.
Thereās a pause then I hear her voiceāwhat if I have an emergency ? Or do you only answer calls for that lesser elastic-āShe starts to say before I interrupt.
āYouāre breaking up.ā I say as I jingle my headset to make a jarring noise and then as she protests I hang up on her.
I sigh and rub my hands over my face and ignore the amused looks of my coworkers then I get a text. I pull my phone out.
Patricia - Hey you forgot ur lunch at home.
Me - I donāt even live with you?
Patrica - Canāt you pretend for a moment that you did so I can come see you?ļæ¼
Me - Iām a bit busy rn and shouldnāt you be on a mission with Batman?
Patrica - shouldnāt you be taking calls right now?
Me - ā¦
Patrica - come on? Spend an hour? With meeeeeee
Me - 5 min?
Patrica- 40?
Me -30ā¦
Patrica- why are you going lower shouldnāt you meet me in the middle? Donāt good boyfriends let their girlfriends win?
Me -15 min?
Patrica - šļøššļø why are you mean to me
Me - coming or not I got to get back to work ?
Patrica - Iāve been here for a bitā¦. You should come find meeeeee
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Patrica - babe?
I sigh and get up and go to the location she sends me as she keeps texting meā¦ now sending me memesā¦
Why do I love her again is what Iām actively thinking as I stop infront of a janitor closet then I look around trying to spot her.
The door opens I peak in. I walk in. Like an idiot.
āPatrica?ā I whisper then once I step in the door shuts and I hear her giggle from the dark room.
I turn my flash light onā¦ I look aroundā¦then I see the lil window the supplies are supposed to be covering but I see her hands waving at me and gesturing me over.
I peak through the window as the hands slip through the window and once I crack it open I seeā¦
Part of my girlfriend on the other building laying out on a chair like sheās sunbathing and as I look for her head I about get smacked in the face as she puts her face right in mine.( Use your imagination how she looks genuinely Iām sorry Iām not trying that rn this character has a few versions and all of them look the same after four hours.)
I about stumble back as she smirks at me.
āFalling for me again?ā She teases as she rests her head on the window looking in at me over her sunglasses.
I glare at her with no heat behind it.
āWhy are you hereā¦and you know I buy my lunch so if you want to lie do it better.ā I tell her.
āI missed you?ā She says.
I raise an eyebrow.
āOk ok I justā¦stop looking at me like that. I miss being with youā¦.and you work so much and you are always talking care of me soā¦ I wanted to take care of you.ā She says oddly earnestly.
My expression softens at the truth I have been working so much. I give her a look.
āWhat do you have in mind? To spend time with me? You haveā¦13 more minutes.ā I tell her after I check the time. Then I see the way sheās looking at me.
Like Iām edible.((SONG PLAY IT NOW))
My eye brows raise but I donāt stop her. I gesture in a way she knows Iām all hers.
I watch her slip through and raise her head to my face.
It used to be weird seeing her stretch but nowā¦itās a bonus.
āWhat are you planning?ā I ask her in a moreā¦intimate tone once I notice this darkening look in her eyes. Itās comforting but...intense.
She looks me up and down and then bites her lip making a show of theā¦stretch before releasing it.
Then she smiles and leans in and whispers. āI want to taste you againā¦every inchā¦then tonightā¦you can return the favor with me. Ok? My love? Youāre mine right now the one rule isā¦be quiet so we donāt get caught. Ok?ā She says then once she sees my nod she leans in and kisses me.
Kissing her makes me feel like life makes sense. Feeling her eyelashes press against my face, the warmth of her breath against my lips,feeling her nose nudge mineā¦ I feel like Iām home.
I cup her face and kiss her deeply I let her into my mouth and I let her explore feeling her tongue slip and slide and glide around my mouth effectively claiming me fully.
Even when she stretches her tongue and makes me suck on it as she pulls back with a softā¦popā¦the string of saliva connecting us even more.
As I attempt to catch my breath she kisses my cheekā¦then my nose to tease me and as I smile she kisses down my neck nudging my head up gently to expose me more to herā¦I feel her tongue trace my veins before she nips at one then smooths it to a kissā¦making sure to not leave a mark given Iām still at work.
(Terrible smut bellow)
āYou should undo your belt and button on these slacksā¦but leave the zipper to meā¦ā she says in a sultry toneā¦
I fumble with my belt to her amusement I tug my shirt out from its tucked position and I undo the button but before I do the zipper I watch her move her head down and kiss my hand till I move my hands.
Then she bites the zipper and as she gazes up at me through those dark lashes I loveā¦she starts tugging it downā¦teasing me.
Then once itās down she uses her mouth to pull my pants down with my assistance when she gets impatient.
Soon Iām tugging myself out of my boxers.
The way she licks her lips her tongue elongated to tease. She looksā¦
Hungry
I watch her get close and kiss my tip as I get more excited and then she keeps kissing itā¦moreā¦and moreā¦practically slobbering over itā¦drenching it. The noises are just sinful so sinful I use my hand to cover my mouth and my other hand to cup her face.
I watch as she parts her lips more and more as she slides her mouth onto meā¦taking meā¦centimeter by centimeter ā¦by inchā¦by inch swallowing me down. Hallowing her face to tighten around me the way she knows I like itā¦
Scraping her teeth oh so lightly against the veins to make me squirm and as she looks up at me and smirks around meā¦all stretched outā¦
I move my other hand to her face and after one firm caress I look at her for confirmation as she meets the baseā¦and with one small nod.
I pull her back almost to the tip almost pulling off thenā¦
I slam her back downā¦
Overā¦
And over.
Biting my lip so hard so I donāt make noise so this wonāt stop.
I watch her face making sure sheās ok and the way sheās smiling all happily around me.
Perfect.
I move her faster, more intense,making her salivate more as my pre starts to leak out and I feel her tongue lap it up.
(Ima be blunt not sure what to put here sorry)
I keep going more and more chasing my high fully forgetting Iām at work. Sweat beads down my face.
As I cum I push her far into meā¦she instinctively flattens and I can seeā¦myself through her and seeing that always makes me cum.
I drop my hands so she can pull away as I cum.
But she says there sucking and milking me and holding me there til I canāt give anything else.
Once she realizes Iām spent she pulls off carefully and then ācleans meā.
Then she glances at the clock.
We are almost out of time and as I see her frownā¦
And I realize she really misses meā¦just is hiding it.
I tuck myself away and I go take the rest of the day off. I text her to go home.
I have someā¦shopping to do.
Plus sheāll need rest for tonight. Itās only what a good boyfriend would consider. Right ?
(Authors note ) hi hoes
Kill me
I donāt-
Idk fun fact this is a song Iāve listened tooā¦soā¦I do know some stuffš
Genuinely I think that sucked and I hope no one liked it so I never do that again.
warnings: heavily implied that reader is a virgin, age gap (bruce is older than reader), smut, oral fem!receiving, nervous but enthusiastically consenting reader
Youād tried to calm your nerves but they couldnāt be helped.
Youāre anxious about everything, all of it. What he wants you to do, what heās expecting you do, whether itāll hurt, whether youāre ready.
You think you trust Bruce, but you also know that these things are different for men and women. You donāt necessarily expect that heāll have a mind for what youāll need, but honestly, neither do you. You donāt know what to do to make this easier for yourselfāyou donāt know what to do at all.Ā
You bought the lingerie, youāve got it on under your clothes and it feels like a costume. You canāt tell if that aids or worsens the anxiety.Ā
Youāre fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and you wish you could quit it, youāre radiating enough nervous energy as it is, you donāt need to be sending him visual cues on top of it.Ā
Bruce holds your free hand in his as he guides you through the manor, you think itās a different section than youāve seen before. His hand engulfs yours unfairly as he leads, but the touch of his skin is so warm and inviting that you canāt tell if your hand is still shaking under it. If it is, he pretends not to notice.
He guides you up the stairs and into a corridor and then another before you arrive at a set of double doors. Youāve never seen double doors on the inside of a house before.
He lets you in ahead of him, and you have a distinct thought that youāre glad he canāt see the look of awe on your face as you walk in. His bedroom has an entire living room inside of it, and altogether itās bigger than your whole apartment. A maroon couch and matching chairs surround a grand fireplace at the front of the room and the resulting glow from the active embers has the area shrouded in a warm light ahead of the shadows filling the rest.
You glance past the seating at his bed; large and proud. Itās definitely bigger than a king sized, with an overhead canopy and streams of dark burgundy curtains draping down from the corners. Thereās another set of closed double doors past the bed, you imagine leading to the bathroom.
The end of the room displays a large window seat that looks like itās never been used, and vast tinted windows. You look up to find the ceiling higher than youāve ever seen in a bedroom with a very expensive chandelier hanging over it all.
He takes your arm, steering you out of your wonderment and leads you towards the couch rather than the bed, gesturing for you to sit down with him. You do, quietly glad when he positions himself so that youāre close to each other but not pressed right up against you. Heās able to relax his body more than youāre able to fake it on yourself, and you think your thoughts must be vibrating out of you by now.Ā Ā Ā Ā
One hand comes to rest on your thigh as his other nudges your cheek towards him. āHey, nothingās happening right now. No need to be nervous.ā
You nod blankly, but your thoughts are running wild with everything that you very much are nervous about.
He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumb.Ā
āYouāve got to relax,ā he coos, āRemember what I said?ā
You take a breath, āYouāre not going to throw me in the deep end.ā
āExactly,ā he murmurs, kissing your forehead. āJust wanna make you feel good, right?ā
You nod, easing your posture.
He looks you in the eye, āYou gonna let me?ā
You hum, nodding again.
āGood girl,ā he purrs, pulling away.
You quickly find that the distance is not at all what you want, and you decide to push forwardāas forward as you canāsitting up again to peel your jacket off. He watches you move with a look in his eyes, you take it for intrigue but it may just as well be something akin to pride. Pride in you? Heās openly flirted, kissed you, and straight up propositioned you for sexābut sure, heās proud of you for taking your jacket off.
Your nerves transition into insecurity before you can catch them, and youāre starting to feel a little stupid, like a child playing pretend.
You watch tentatively as he tilts his head at you, running his own assessments of your actions.Ā
āWill you come sit on my lap?ā he asks you after a moment.Ā
You suddenly become acutely aware of the amount of air in your lungs. This feels like a big request and youāre not even sure how to take his meaning. Does he want you to sit sideways? Your back to his front? Or fully straddle him?Ā
He wants whatever you want, heād said. What do you want?
You glance down at his thighs, covered by fabric more expensive than you can imagine. Positive confirmation rings through your head immediately, willing you to push yourself forward a little more.Ā
You reposition yourself over him, straddling his lap in spite of your nerves.
Again, he looks pleased. Happy even. One of his hands comes to stroke soothing patterns across your lower back, the other resting on your waist.Ā
He makes sure to catch your gaze, āYouāll tell me if you want to stop.āĀ
He follows when your eyes stray, āYes?ā
āYes.ā
He places a tender kiss on your cheekbone, āHow did shopping go?ā
āUm, good. It was good. One of the sales girls helped me,ā your breath is shaky as he kisses your jawline.
āYeah? Tell me about it.ā
āI, uh, I just went to this little boutique up on third street,ā he places another kiss on the column of your throat as you talk. āUm, it took longer than I thought it would. There were so many choices.ā
His hands come up to soothe over your ribs, pulling you a little closer as they do. He hums for you to keep talking, his kisses continuing to lower until theyāre down to your collarbone, though they remain relatively chaste.
āIāI didnāt really know what to look for,ā you admit, breath shaky as you exhale.Ā
āBut you like it?ā
āYeah, IāI do.ā
He hums, smiling against your skin. His fingers inch under the seam of your shirt, caressing your waist. āCan I take this off?ā
You nod timidly, trying not to seem so on edge with anticipation. Youāre not confident that he canāt see right through you.Ā Ā
He presses another chaste kiss to your neck upon receival of the permission, and your shirt begins to come off slowly, his hands skimming every new bit of skin revealed. As he pulls it over your head, he glances down at the baby pink bralette youād picked out for yourself.
He groans quietly as he takes in the sight, āOh, pretty girl. Beautiful girl,ā He noses at your chest, leaving little kisses where his lips make contact with your skin, āLook at you. Prettiest thing Iāve ever seen.ā
Your stomach flutters as his hair tickles your cheek. His hands roam up your sides, stopping to stroke placid circles along the sides of your breasts.
His touch makes its way around your back, expertly undoing your bra clasp without a second thought. Your bra hangs forward a bit off your shoulders, but he leaves the work of entirely removing it to you. And you do, with more confidence than youād imagined yourself mustering.
He immediately shows his appreciation, kissing and caressing your chest with lover-like admiration. Your head falls back involuntarily as he noses at your soft skin.
Heās breathing heavy when he pulls back, humming low and deep before lifting you up off his lap to stand. The sudden shift has you a bit thrown off, working to catch up as he kneels down in front of you and repeats his earlier process with your skirtākissing your thighs and tugging the fabric down bit by bit.
When itās discarded on the floor you stand only left in your underwear, the lace practically illuminated against your skin.
He looks up at you from his place on the floor and smiles as he takes in the sight of your body. His hands find your hips as he asks you, āHas anyone ever seen you like this before?ā
You hesitate for half a second before answering truthfully.
His smile grows, āNo, youāre a good girl, arenāt you?āĀ
He doesnāt wait for an answer before heās nodding, āYeah, I know.ā
As he rises to stand he scoops you up by the back of your thighs and lifts you in the air with no discernable effort. Now at face level with him, you get a bit bolder and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back, pleased, beginning to walk the two of you over towards the bed.
He sets you down gently atop the soft mattress, kisses pushing you backwards to lie back on the bed. He scoops your wrists up and leisurely moves your arms up above your head. His grip is benign as he releases one hand in favor of holding your jaw. Your kiss is deep and controlled on his part, but in a way that makes you feel light in the head. You like the cloudy-sensation very much.
After a while, he pulls back to look at you with clouded eyes.Ā
He practically purrs, āYouāre such a kind girl. So sweet to everyone, all the time. Will you let me be sweet to you?ā
Your breath is shaky as you nod, attempts at hiding your anticipation failing.
He nods back at you with a faux-sympathy across his face. āLet me hear you say it.ā
You force air into your lungs, giving you the willpower to speak the words. āWill you touch me? Please?ā
The corners of his lips turn up, āOf course, sweet girl.ā
He nips at your jaw as his hands travel down, petting the inside of your thighs with a touch so feather light it almost tickles.
Your knee jerks inward towards his hand, your body desperately seeking out more of this new sensation. He obliges, tracing his touch back up, up, up until his hand dips under the lace trim of your panties, skimming over your clit. Your hips flinch back away from him momentarily in surprise, only to press back forward a second later.
He actually laughs at the action, like itās endearing. You feel a little silly for it, but youāre not given much time to dwell as he persists, brushing against you with a bit more pressure.
He tilts his head, watching your expression carefully with a remarkably pleased look on his own face. āHowās that, sweet girl?ā
You nod, beside yourself. āFeels good,ā you whimper. āFeels really good..ā
You donāt necessarily mean to, but your hips grind up against his touch, your body too mesmerized with the sensation to remember to be embarrassed.
Heās certainly not complaining about it though, his quiet coos encouraging you to chase the feeling.Ā
He lets you grind up against his hand, taking in the needy look on your face with contentment.
āPoor girl,ā he tuts. āJust need somebody to take care of you, huh?ā
That makes your cheeks burn, but your attention finds itself more concerned with the urge to squeeze your thighs together.
You whine when he pulls his hand back out of your underwear, only for him to stand resolute in his actions.Ā
āNot yet, sweet thing,ā he hums, pressing you back down to the bed with a light but firm touch when you try to sit up.Ā
He hushes you gently, murmuring for you to be patient as he shifts his position over you.Ā
He starts to move down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. The sensation of his lips tracing down your stomach has you feeling butterflies.
By the time he reaches your waistline youāre borderline dizzy from the anticipation, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
He pauses there for a moment, torturously, and noses at the seam of your panties. A whine from you has him chuckling and finally moving to where you need him.
He kisses your clit over your underwear and youāre fighting thoughts of embarrassment over how sure you are he can taste how wet you are over the fabric.
It doesnāt seem to be enough for him though, as he tugs your panties down slowly, kissing your thighs as he goes.
Bruceās hands hold onto your waist as he eats you out, holding you in place with an easy grip.Ā
You squirm against the feel of his tongue and you canāt quite figure out what to do with your hands. You almost wish heād made you keep them above your head but really youāre not sure youād be able to keep it together if he had. Youāre not sure youāre keeping it together now.
He groans against your pussy, and one of your hands flies to grip his hair without permission from your brain. If youāre being honest with yourself though, your brain isnāt really the one calling the shots anymore.
You gasp when he licks a bold stripe, āBruceāā
He groans again, briefly breaking away from you. āOh, say that again.ā
You sigh out, āBruce, please.āĀ
He makes a pleased hum. āGood girl,ā he murmurs before diving back in.Ā
He complies with your pleas generously, giving you more. Heās gradual but resolute as he inserts two fingers into you, giving you the time to adjust. But heād evidently done a very thorough job prepping you for it, youāre so wet that the initial entry doesnāt sting like youād expected. No, rather the first thing you register is closer to pleasure. A lot closer.
He begins to pump in and out of you at he continues to suck at your clit, and somewhere during you have a distinct thought of āoh this is it.ā
You let out a little gasp and for once, you break out of your own head and just relish in the way his fingers curl inside you.
The way your thighs squeeze around him as you come, doesnāt hinder him one bit, only has him applying his ministrations with more intent. It doesnāt take long for the trembling of your body to give way to full on shaking, your body stuttering beneath him.
He continues working at you the entire way through your orgasm, until youāre flinching from overstimulation.Ā
He gives you one more lick before looking up at you with hooded eyes. āYātaste sweet too, you know that?ā
You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as he starts to move back up to face-level, kissing the high point of your cheekbone.Ā Ā
He pulls down on your bottom lip, your slick wet against your mouth.
You open without question, a clouding urge to please him the only thing running through your mind.Ā
He grumbles a low, pleased sound as you do, moving his hand only to provide room for him to kiss you again.
He sits back up over you and starts unbuttoning his shirt and you realize only now that heās still fully dressed.Ā
He glances down to his belt as he undoes the buttons.Ā
āWill you help me out, sweet girl?ā
You blink a couple times before registering the request, still overwhelmed by how quickly and skillfully heād made you come.Ā
You struggle a bit to push yourself up into a sitting position, but he supports you by your waist, nipping along your jaw as encouragement.
Your hands shake as you undo the clasp, and while youāre still very much eager, if not moreso, youāre suddenly confronted with the very real possibility that youāre about to have your limits pushed. He ate you out and did a damn good job, stands to reason that heād want you to return the favor.
So it takes you by surprise when heās nudging you back against the pillows, removing his pants himself.
He keeps you occupied with an intense kiss as he does, and the distraction so smooth itās almost like itās rehearsed.Ā
You follow his lead easily, though surprised by his lack of desire to get his fill too.
He drapes himself over you nicely, his size easily dwarfing you out. Heās quick to block your chin from tilting down, gently bringing your face back up to meet his.Ā
He shakes his head lightly, murmuring, āDonāt worry about that. I got you.ā
You are worried about it, but you trust Bruce, you know you do now.
You feel the weight of his cock against your stomach, at this exact moment, feeling like not much more than a daunting task.
āSāalright, sweet girl,ā he lulls, brushing your hair back. āOkay?ā
As heavy as the simple question is, you donāt need to think about it before youāre nodding and moving your hand to hold onto his bicep.
He peppers kisses all over your face as he starts to push in, effectively starting to distract you from the pain of the stretch. He hushes your whines soothingly and kneads at your waist with confident hands.
Your arms lock around his shoulders on instinct, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to convince yourself heās almost all the way in, but you know youāve got aways to go.
He pauses halfway, imploring you to open your eyes so he can check up on you properly.
āTalk to me, sweetheart,ā he softly urges.
You will yourself to blink up at him and try to take on the challenge of both him and his gaze. Surely, an impossible task.
But you manage shaky eye contact that occasionally gives way to glancing down at his lips.Ā
It doesnāt feel good yet, but it only makes you more eager to keep going.
āIām okay,ā you nod, taking a breath. āYou can keep going.ā
He waits to find that reassurance in your eyes before he continues to push in, bestowing you a deep kiss in reward for your bravery.
Once heās nearly bottomed out he waits a moment, then begins to rock in and out slowly, letting you get used to a starter of the sensation.
He brushes your hair back, weaving through the strands. āThere we go,ā he coos as you look down between you. āDoing so good.ā
Your gasp is louder than they had been before, and closer to a sigh now.Ā
Heās fucking you gently, with a decorum that exceeds what youād earlier told yourself you were stupid for hoping for.
It doesnāt take long at all for his movement to start to feel really good and your grip around his shoulders comes around to a different kind of intensity.
He noses against your jaw, applying kisses wheneverĀ convenient. āāS that feel good, sweet girl? Hm?ā
He hits a particularly deep spot in you immediately after and it makes you borderline squeak. He huffs out a laugh thatās nothing short of affectionate.Ā
āYeah?ā
He then attacks that spot with extra intention, hitting it absolutely expertly every time. He speeds up a little, lips latched onto your neck as he fucks you nice and deep.
He drops a hand down between you and starts rubbing circles onto your clit with a pace that makes you want to scream.
You canāt help the moan you release when he teeths at your neck, clearly aiming to drive you crazy. But damn if he isnāt going about it the right way.
His circles pick up pace and you can be sure youāre leaving nail marks on his back. He seems to only get more encouraged by your sounds, working you closer and closer to the edge with every whimper.
He finally lets you over after a minute of shamelessly relishing in your moans, himself following close after.
He continues moving in and out of you until youāve both completely finished, slowly coming to a stop.Ā
You get a moment to catch your breath before he pulls out delicately. You donāt even realize heās moved before heās got his boxers back on and is halfway to the bathroom.
Youāre a little alarmed by the sudden shift in proximity, though you guess thatās the playboy experience, isnāt it? After a second you hear water running and assume heās taking a shower.
You push yourself to sit up fully, minding your achy thighs, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You glance at the foot of the bed where your underwear lies, then back over by the couch where the rest of your clothes lay discarded. You briefly contemplate how quickly you can get your clothes back on when the bathroom doors open again.
You glance up at Bruce, dazed, who looks surprised himself to see you sitting up. As he makes his way back to the bed you notice the supplies he has in tow and your brain begins to slowly start turning its gears again.
You donāt realize the glass of water in his hand is for you until heās pushed it into your palm.Ā
His other hand carries a wet wash cloth that you, again, arenāt able to register the purpose for until itās in action.Ā
āDrink,ā he tells you as he spreads your knees apart gently, wiping away the mess between your legs with a notable amount of compassion for your sensitivity.
You do, gulping a few as he finishes, tossing the rag in a hamper before setting your glass down on the side table.
Your eyes return to the end of the bed and you nearly decide to get up, but heās still standing so close to you, youāre not sure this is the right time.
You seem caught halfway between decisions now, you know you do. Youād honestly preferred when you thought heād just ditched you for a shower because at least then this part wouldnāt be so awkward.
He watches you closely as you deliberate and seems to draw a conclusion about your hesitation rather quickly. His brow pinches as he processes, tilting his head at you.Ā
āYouāve got to be joking,ā he says, bewildered. āRight?ā
āIāā you falter, looking to the couch and back to him again. āNo?ā
He stares at you for a moment with an expression you canāt define.
āLay down.ā
You donāt have a second to process before heās climbing back in bed too, pulling you down to lay your head on the pillow.
He pulls the covers over you and splays an arm over your waist, clearly firm in his decision for you to stay.
Your eyes are heavy and his bed is so comfortable, itās difficult for you to even consider either of you wanting you to leave now.
Maybe youāll just sleep for a little while, get some of your energy back.Ā
The way he traces soft patterns across your stomach certainly encourages the idea and doesnāt give you much power to resist.
You let your eyes flutter shut to the feather-light touch and listen to the steady deepness of his breaths.
Well, this isnāt so bad either.
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Pairing: John Constantine x Reader
Fandom: DC / Hellblazer
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: smut, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, alcohol use, soft John hours, feelings he didn't mean to say out loud
Word Count: ~1,800
Summary: The case has been a slow one. The whiskey has been generous. John has been watching you work for forty minutes and he is no longer pretending he can keep his hands to himself.
It is past eleven. The case has been a slow one. Notebooks are open on the desk under the green lamp and you have been translating for two hours, taking notes in your own hand on a yellow legal pad, the pencil from your hair lost somewhere on the floor and a new one through your hair already.
You are wearing his shirt. Your jeans. Your glasses, which you only wear when you are reading Welsh small enough to strain. Your hair is up. You are at the desk in the lamplight, your chin in your hand, working.
John is in the leather chair behind you, a half-empty glass of Tullamore Dew on the side table at his elbow, on his third one. Not drunk. Loose. The hour of the whiskey when his Liverpool warms and his hands get heavy and he almost feels relaxed.
He has been watching you for forty minutes.
It is not the work. The work is interesting enough. It is what you look like working it: the line between your brows when the handwriting goes obscure, the way you say a word out loud to yourself, soft, testing the shape of it. The shirt sleeves rolled to your forearms. The freckle on your left collarbone that he can see when you tilt your head.
He gets up.
He crosses the study and puts his glass on your desk. His hands go to your shoulders. You do not look up.
"Mm."
"Leave it for tonight, luv."
"In a minute."
His hands move. Slow. From your shoulders to your collarbones, from your collarbones to the open neck of the shirt. His thumb finds the freckle without looking. Your hand on the page stills.
He bends. His mouth at the side of your neck. Not a kiss, exactly. The placement of his mouth on your skin, the whiskey on his breath. His hand slides inside the shirtā¦.soft.. needing
You close your eyes for a second. Open them. Write one more word on the pad.
He laughs into your neck. Low. Pleased.
"Stubborn."
"Three pages."
"In an hour you won't remember any of it."
He pulls the chair out from the desk with you in it, turns you by the shoulders, picks you up. Three steps to the couch. You are laughing against his shoulder, lowā¦ dignified-objection. He sets you down on the couch and kneels on the floor between your knees.
He is undoing your jeansā¦taking his time with it, his face against the inside of your thigh through the denim, breathing. The whiskey makes him slow. He is in no hurry at all.
He gets your jeans off, pushing it open. He pushes your knees wide. He looks at you for a long moment.
"Bloody hell."
He puts his mouth on you.
The first pass is so slow you almost laugh. He is savoring you. There is no other word. He is taking you apart with his mouth at quarter-speed, his hands spread wide on your thighs, his eyes closed. You have your hand in his hair without remembering putting it there.
He makes a sound against you. Low. Satisfied.
He works you like that for a long time. The whiskey-slow is doing something to him you have not seen before. He is not building toward anything. He is in the middle of the thing and staying there, and something about his patience, the deliberateness of it, the way he is giving this his full attention as if nothing else in the world requires it, undoes you more than the physical. Your sounds are getting smaller. Your hand in his hair is getting tighter. He is in no hurry to let you come.
When you finally come it is small and slow and you are biting your own knuckle to keep quiet for no reason because you are alone in the millhouse and there is no one to be quiet for.
He pulls you down off the couch into his lap on the floor. His belt is open. He has your shirt sliding off one shoulder. He is kissing you, slow, the taste of you on his mouth, and you are undoing the buttons on his jeans because he is not in any state to do it himself.
He gets onto the couch with you. Turns you onto your side, facing away. Fits himself behind you, one arm under your head, one hand at your hip. He pushes into you slow.
You make a sound, small.
He moves slowly. Half-drunk and entirely concentrated, the way he gets sometimes, all of him narrowed down to you and what he is doing. His mouth at the back of your neck. His hand at your sternum. The other at your hip, his thumb working the place where the muscle ties into the bone.
He is talking. Low. Almost not audible. The whiskey has loosened his mouth and the things are coming out, half against the back of your neck, half into your hair, the way he might talk to himself if he forgot anyone was there.
You are sliding. The warmth of him behind you and the slow rhythm and his voice at the back of your neck are pulling you down into a place where you are only body, only the feeling of him moving in you, only the sound of his breathing and the things he is saying that he does not know he is saying.
Then, into the back of your neck, low, almost not there: "Mad about you."
You do not say anything.
He keeps moving. His mouth at your hair. His breath uneven.
"Christ. I am."
He is quiet for a while. He shifts. He gets his hand under your thigh and lifts it, slow, opens you up wider against him. He pushes deeper. You make a noise. He makes a noise against the back of your neck.
"Don't go anywhere."
You do not say anything.
"I mean it, luv. Don't."
He pushes his face into your hair. His hand at your sternum moves up to your throat, light, not pressing, just resting there. His mouth is at your ear.
"I would take it on again."
You are letting him have it, letting the whiskey carry the words out of him without interruption, without acknowledgment, because what he needs right now is to say them and not to have them witnessed. You know what you are doing and he knows what you are doing and neither of you is going to name it.
"For you. I would."
"Please."
"Yeah, luv. Yeah. There you go. There you are."
You come against his hand at your throat. He follows close behind, his face in your hair, saying something into your skin you cannot quite make out. Your name is in it. Other things are in it that he is not enunciating and that you do not press for.
He stays in you. He does not move. His breath is heavy at the back of your neck.
A long time passes.
You say, eventually, "Three pages."
He laughs, soundless, against your shoulder. His shoulders shake. He pulls out of you, slow, and pulls you around so you are facing him on the couch. His face is doing the thing. He is not managing it. He is too whiskey-loose to manage it.
You kiss him. The corner of his mouth, his jaw, the place under his ear. He breathes out.
You get up. He makes a sound of protest, low, his hand reaching after you. You kiss his palm. You pick your glasses up off the floor. You do not put your jeans back on. You walk across the study to the desk in his shirt, unbuttoned, the new pencil still through your hair.
You sit at the desk. You pick up your pen. You find your place in the notebook.
He watches you from the couch. One hand behind his head, the other on his stomach. His jeans still half-open. His face is doing the thing and he is not bothering to put it away because you are not looking at him and the lamp is on you and he is in the half-dark.
He says, after a while, low, "Look at you."
You do not look up. Your mouth moves at the corner. You write a line.
He smokes. The room is quiet. The wood stove in the corner of the study clicks once.
You heard him. All of it. You heard the words with your ears, in the dark, and you will hold them the way you hold most things he gives you: without ceremony, without requiring him to know you have them. He will not remember saying them. He will know that he meant them. He will not bring it up.
Neither will you.
You finish your three pages.
You close the notebook. Turn off the lamp. Cross the study in the dark to the couch. Lift the quilt. Slide under it with him. The couch is not big enough. You make it work. He shifts in his sleep to fit you against him without waking, his hand finding the small of your back, his face turning into your hair.
summary: Kissing and slightly teasing John after a successful Demon hunt.
warning: MDNI (18+), suggestive, sex mentioned (not described), slightly dryhumping John, killing a demon mentioned , demons, blood, a lot of teasing, cigarettes and their smell mentioned (itās John, are we surprised?)
A/N: soooo. I was going through my drafts and I found this fic I wrote 2 months ago but I never posted this (I didnāt like it & tbh I still donāt but whateverrrrr here you are, hope you enjoy this <33)š
People think the Devilās Advocate means defending the bad guy. But it doesnāt really mean that.
It means being willing to walk into places nobody else would touch, willing to look directly at the worst possibility and ask: what if thatās the truth? Which was probably why you and John got along so well. You both werenāt a normal couple. You both definitely have a lot of issues.
The Demon youād spent three days hunting with John was now laying dissolved into black ash across the floor, its body unable to maintain shape after John had tricked it into breaking a contract written nearly five hundred years ago.
āYou know,ā John muttered as he flicked blood, not his blood, from his knuckles. āmost couples go out for dinner. Watch a movie together or sum.ā
You stared at the ruined long lost building around you, at the shattered glass laying across the floor, at the ash disappearing from the remains of the demon you finally got to kill.
āMost couples donāt spend their evenings arguing with a a few centuries year old demon pretending to be a saint.ā
āFair point, love.ā
The silence that followed wasnāt peaceful. The air still smelled wrong. The kind of scent that crawled into your lungs and stayed there. The creature had been feeding on grief. Specifically the grief of people who visited the building just to seek a little peace from the world outside.
The Demon whispered to them. Because it knew how lonely these people were who came here. Promised reunions, promised dead loved ones and then it hollowed them out from the inside.
But this wasnāt even the worst part, no, it wasnāt. The victims had thanked it while it happened.
John had called it one of the nastier bastards Iāve met. Which considering his life, was saying a lot about the situation.
You leaned against a cracked stone pillar, exhausted enough that your legs felt heavy. Across from you John looked equally destroyed.
His tie hung loose, white shirt was stained with dirt and ash, there was a split in his lower lip and dark circles sat beneath his eyes. He definitely looked awful but at the same time he looked beautiful. Which was honestly sooo annoying. This man looks so beautiful even when he could use a coma sleep.
āYou nearly got possessed.ā you said.
āI didnāt.ā
āYou absolutely did.ā
āDidnāt.ā
āThe thing was literally speaking through your mouth.ā
āMomentary setback.ā John pointed a finger at you. You laughed despite yourself and then he laughed too.
For a moment neither of you said anything. The darkness around the building seemed to disappear a little. This still doesnāt mean that this place is now peaceful or that the danger was gone.
There was another reason. You both survived and you will see another day together. It happened so often that it should have stopped meaning something. But somehow the meaning only grew because every mission carried the possibility that one of you wouldnāt come back. Every time you both did, the relief felt so great.
John understood that better than anyone. You saw it in the way his gaze lingered. In the way he looked at you now. He looked at you as if heās mentally checking if youāre alright or hurt somewhere.
His expression slightly softened when he didnāt find anything. He thought you wouldnāt notice how his expression softened but you did. John realized you caught it, which immediately made him scowl.
āDonāt.ā He warned you before you could even say anything.
āDonāt what?ā
āLook at me like that.ā
āLike what?ā A grin tugged at your mouth.
āLike youāre planning something now.ā
āOh, you think I planned something?.ā
āGod help me.ā
āYou loooove me.ā.
āYou are unbearable.ā John groaned
āYou love me. Iām your girlfriend and let me remind you of the time you cried when I was on top-ā John cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.
āI did not cry.ā
āYou did, admit it.ā A smirk is now planted on your face.
āYou make my life significantly worse.ā
āWhatever helps you sleep better at night. But we both now itās after we have sex. Multiple rounds.ā His eyes narrowed and your smile widened.
Then he was walking toward you with that dangerous confidence that always made your pulse trip over itself. The same confidence that had talked demons into destroying themselves. The same confidence that somehow survived every terrible decision heād ever made.
You stayed exactly where you were because moving would have felt wrong and because you enjoyed this far too much.
John stopped directly in front of you. Close enough that you could smell cigarette smoke beneath the blood and dust.
Way too close enough that your heartbeat became a speeding mess.
āYouāre insufferable.ā
āYou keep saying that.ā
āItās true.ā
āAnd yet here you are.ā His jaw tightened. You knew that look, very very well.
It was the look John got whenever he wanted something and was trying extremely hard not to admit it.
Neither of you looked away and the tension stretched and stretched and finally snapped.
John kissed you first. The kiss wasnāt gentle by any means. Kissing him was never really gentle. There was too much frustration, too much relief, too many things neither of you knew how to say properly.
His hand found your waist. Yours caught the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of smoke lingered on his lips. The same split in his lip brushed against yours.
The kiss deepened. It turned into something so messy and desperate Like both of you were trying to burn away the adrenaline still trapped inside you.
You could feel his heartbeat. It was beating so fast, you absolutely love the reaction you get out of him whenever you two kissed.
A breathless laugh escaped you when he backed you against the pillar.
āCareful now.ā you murmured.
āWhy?ā
āThis place is technically still not safe.ā
āThink weāve done enough damage already.ā You laughed again and John kissed you before the sound could fully leave your mouth. His forehead rested briefly against yours.
āYou know.ā you whispered, āfor someone who complains constantly, you seem pretty happy we survived.ā
Johnās eyes flickered. Something darker moved through them.
āYou have no idea, love.ā The words landed heavily. You kissed him again but this time a little slower. And when he pulled you closer, when your bodies pressed together through layers of clothing, neither of you seemed really interested in creating distance. The tension that had been building all night finally had somewhere to go.
Your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands settled firmly at your waist. The kiss became heated again.
The kind that made ruined and cursed buildings and demons feel very far away. You shifted closer without thinking, your front now brushing against his hard dick now. You noticed this of course and decided to rub against him a little more. John moaned softly against your mouth.
One of his hands tightened slightly. It wasnāt enough to hurt you but enough to make your stomach flip. The movement drew another quiet laugh from you.
āDangerous waters baby. You sure you wanna fuck in a cursed building? Risk other demons watching you crying and beg for more?ā
āThat can wait until weāre back home. Consider thisā¦ a reward.ā You murmured and you feel the heat creeping up your face, youāre a blushing mess now.
āA reward?ā
āWe won.ā
āWe nearly died.ā John whispers teasingly in your ears.
āBut we didnāt.ā
āThatās your criteria?ā
āAbsolutely.ā John shook his head but he looked way too pleased by the logic. Which was probably because it was exactly the sort of terrible logic he used himself.
Was it weird to be so enamoured by someone you didn't know? Someone you hadn't even exchanged a word with, you just happened to take the same train.
You felt lucky about having to commute to your job, after all, since you started to notice the "dashingly handsome stranger of the train" as you had labeled the blond in your head, you had your eyes practically trained on him.
Subtlety was there, of course, but those times he got to sit besides you...
Well, let's say you had practically counted all the freckles, wrinkles or other imperfections of his face.
However, as dreamy as it sounded, he didn't seem to be on the train today. You sighed, not surprised, you had picked the train at a different hour, and on the weekend no less, a small self-indulgent trip to the mall to get a book you had been thinking about lately, and perhaps grabbing some ice cream in the way home, you deserved a small treat that compensated all that week of hard work.
After a well earned book, and just maybe an extra CD that was almost begging for you to pick it up, you found yourself sitting at the station besides the mall's car park, practically hugging your belongings. The train always took forever to arrive, in fact, you could count with the fingers of one hand all the times it had arrived at the designated hour.
You closed your eyes. And, it's not like you intended to, but your mind wandered to the unnamed man again.
Most of the times you had seen him, he wore a trench coat, occasionally a blue suit, which made him seen even more delightful, if more was even possible, those pristine blue eyes that seemed to swallow you whole in the sadness that somehow had made a home of them, those curls you longed to run your digits across, and-
Your train of thought was interrupted by the whistle and the metallic creaks of the real deal. The train had arrived.
You simply got on the machine and let yourself fall into one of those uncomfortable seats.
At least you could use the time to start your new book, or that's what you would do if you hadn't been starstruck as soon as you went inside.
The handsome stranger, just sitting a few rows ahead of you.
If destiny existed you would kiss it right now out of sheer gratitude.
Your heart jumped in your chest. What was that? Is he walking towards you? He definitely is. Oh.
Oh.
He was so close now, had he noticed your staring? Was he about to call you out for ogling him? Is this the end of your one sided crush?
He sat in front of you and smirked, letting his teeth show, not what anyone would call perfect nowadays but it was fine, natural, charming even.
"'ello, luv, do ya take this route often?" You looked at him, still a bit taken aback, he cleared his throat at your lack of a response.
"Name's Constantine, John Constantine" The man, now known as John, extended his hand towards you.
You shook his hand and told him your name, then nodded.
"Well, yes, when I go to the mall, on the weekends, sometimes, to buy books, or check the store, or..." You chuckled in an awkward manner at your overexplaining, nerves seemed to have taken hold of you.
"Or stuff, you know"
John laughed, perhaps entertained by your nervousness "Sure, stuff, darlin', I totally know"
You tried to give him a smile, he was laughing, maybe you hadn't fumbled as bad as you thought.
Time seemed to fly talking with Constantine, he was as charming as you had found yourself often fantasizing about, or maybe you were cheerful about being able to finally maintain a conversation with him that wasn't only in your head, who knew.
"Ah, fuck" You said as you stood up, "The next one is my stop"
You tried to get away from the seat as gracefully and fast as you could, causing the lower part of your legs to brush against John's knees, whether he didn't notice or didn't want to comment on it, you couldn't tell by his silence.
"Will I see ya again, luv?" He asked you with certain jolliness in his voice as you scurried to the sliding door, you simply gave him a thumbs up.
The train wheels groaned against the tracks as it came to a stop.
You pressed the button.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
You pressed again, faster, with certain anguish in your movements.
Nothing.
The little ring that indicated that the train had started up again and the doors were now closed could be heard. Then you looked up.
Out of service.
Of all the doors in the train, had you picked the only one that didn't work?!
The universe must be pulling a prank on you. You walked back to the seat you had shared with the blond. He was still there, he had watched the whole scene unfold and seemingly was trying not to cackle, in front of you at least. You sat down defeated.
"Well, 'ello, love, long time no see, ennit?" The amusement reached his eyes, causing the skin around them to crease in the corners.
"Shut it" You huffed, John raised his arms in surrender "I'll just get off in the next stop, wait for the train to come back in the opposite direction and then take another one home and this time go down in my stop"
He hummed and shrugged his shoulders "Sounds complicated"
A few minutes later, you had done exactly as you said, you got down in the next stop, a place in the middle of nowhere in which the only trace of society was a small chimney vomiting white smoke.
A familiar voice from behind you reached your ears.
"Looks out of a bloody fairytale, ye? All this green and rocks" John whistled, "Perfect place to catch ticks"
You turned and looked at him, you might have huffed at him just a few moments prior, but if miracles existed, you were sure this was one, you could talk with him just a bit more.
Wait.
No, no miracles, why had he even got down with you? He didn't seem to have any intention of doing so when you two were on the train.
"So, John..." You scanned him from head to toe, while you were musing over your own thoughts, he had managed to light a cigarette that he was now smoking "Was this your stop?"
He took a drag and exhaled the smoke, he shook his head "No, just wanted to keep ya company darlin'"
Your gaze fixated on him as you raised a brow, in the short while you two had talked, the man was proving himself to be a conundrum for sure.
Who goes down at the wrong stop willingly?
He was weird.
But it was a good kind of weird, or at least you hoped, he seemed interested enough in you and you surely were interested in him.
You couldn't help but chuckle as soon as you were out of your daze.
"Thanks, John, my knight in shining armour"
John made, what you guessed it was an over dramatic knightly pose and grinned, "'course, luv, fightin' against your boredom is my greatest pleasure in life"
He simply sat down on a bench and waited for you to do the same so he could listen you talk as he smoked.
Since John Constantine intermingled with your life, everything became a tad more chaotic, not necessarily fast paced, but messy? Mess practically ruled your every moment now, at least since a few months after he decided to go down with you at the wrong station, something you still thanked the universe for, and give you his number.
Today, was no exception.
"John, love, your rail pass is out of money"
A couple moments had passed since you slid your own card over the scanner and went through the turnstile, now you simply observed John as his pass refused to cooperate. Mocking beeps taunting him and his lack of preparation.
He groaned and clicked his tongue, "It's fine, luv, just... pass is a tad crumbled, aye?"
Another try.
Beep.
Pass not accepted. Please go to the nearest ticket office.
Beep.
Suddenly, he jumped over the turnstile with as much grace as he could muster.
John gave you a lopsided smile as he dusted off his coat.
"See? Told ya it worked"
As if sensing your protests he locked your lips with his in a quick peck before you could utter a word and ushered you to walk to the station with a hand on your lower back.
He guided you until you were sitting besides him as you waited for the train to arrive to the station, his hand on your thigh.
"John?" He turned his attention to you "Yeah, darlin'?"
You grabbed one of the ends of the belt of his trench coat and started to loop it between your fingers.
"What if the ticket inspector walks by?"
He laughed at your concerns and pinched your cheek "We simply walk in the other direction"
"I told you this would happen" You huffed as you looked at Constantine.
Indeed the ticket inspector was walking around the train, asking for everyone's tickets, and of course he happened to check on you two first. After the initial surprise, what was no shock was finding you and John outside the train in an unknown station, he was lucky you weren't as petty as to leave him wandering on his own since you did have the ticket.
"Now where are we supposed to be?"
"Well, but luv, who are we to say no to a little bit of tourism and a dirty motel's bed?"
"Bit of lovin' will take that frown out of yer face?"
John got closer to you and circled his arms around your body. A little kiss on your face here and another one there...
To him? The perfect distraction tactic to ever exist. An amazing way of spending the day. Walking a bit, chatting... and then, maybe if you were both in the mood for it, a steamier night.
If it didnāt happen?
Cuddles were also nice, falling asleep with the other in your arms sounded as good, or even better.
Perfect plan, no flaws whatsoever.
To you? Well, you still were mad at him.
Idiot blond.
At least you would spend the evening together, even if he was still pretty much a bastard.
You rolled your eyes and laced your hand with his.
"You're not off the hook yet"
John smiled, raised your hand slightly near his mouth and kissed your knuckles as if these little moments and you being angry at him were the best things to ever happen in his life.
got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
Kisses where they are within an inch of your life,so loving and kind like you might break.
Then ykā¦š heated kisses that I wonāt elaborate on unless requested and bribed.
But.
I genuinely think heād be the kind of guy that you can shut up by kissing.
Imagine heās telling you about something in that āIām the smartest in the room but I like you more than the othersā way and when he goes on too long you get up grab him by the tie and kiss him til the words die in his throat and pull away before he can chase the kiss.
Would he look like a startled mouse for a moment.
Yes.
Would he try to get you back for it.
I hope so.
Does he talk to long to be a lil shit some times in wants of kisses.
Yep. And you have to learn when itās real or fake.
Bonus:
When he figures something out or you help him and heās happy yes I bet he kisses you.
But do I bet he does those āmhmhmhm mwahhhh! Bloody brilliant how did I get so lucky with a beaut like you.ā He says affectionately squishing your face.
Also yes. Heās Scouse.
Itās pronounced Constant-Tine
LIKE FINE
Itās in the comics
I KNOW THEY SAY IT DIFFERENT IN THE SHOW I LOVE MATT RYAN A TON I WONT FAULT HIM.
Look I donāt know EVERYTHING about him. But I TRY.(I love you and Iām mostly joking.)
Mostly.
Fight me.
Scouse. Oddly shaped. Piercings on his body with some closed up. That trench coat I bet to hell he learned to sew when he was a punk(punk patches) so I imagine him listening to music from the 80s and sewing and cussing anytime he pricks his finger.
Def crushes his cigs sometimes from getting annoyed and grinds teeth at the sacrifice of said silk cig.
Ok Iām done.
Oh random thing if I made a really bad fan fic about him (if you want good Constantine fanfics I have people I recommend just ask Iām a fast response Iāll reply on here in the comments.)
I have a fanfic authors that I loveeee for Constantine.
Like I have an idea about him meeting a fan of hisā¦
Fan x Constantine
Hell no
Yes but romantic
Yes but platonic
Yes but maybe smut (doubtful Iām not that brave yet)
Voting ended onJun 22
If you have ideas I have an ask box.
If you have ideas for this oneā¦comment.
-Mrs.Hellblazer
(Proof because I had this argument irl the other day sorry)
(Authors note) Hi hoes this is the sequel (continuation to my (maid in manor) series Iām making. I am taking a request on how to introduce her/they to the family and I will make it asā¦chaotic as I canā¦but age appropriate because Iām trying not to make this too silly,just a bit. I do encourage you to support the original post (link here.) that would mean a lot. Plusā¦it has some context for the world!(if I mess up anywhere in this fic no beta reader soā¦no I didnāt mess up š)
I have a post about how requests and blah works for this one :)
This was a request (see end for details)
Dividers by @max-nico
Also I got more inclusive there are wheelchair and crutches versions of scenarios that require it. If they are offensive tell me.
Without further adoā¦recap time! Itās going to be summarized in the worst way enjoy!
Friday,it was a normal day in Gotham and you work as a cleaner at a McDonalds type place called āSuper Shackā.
Saturday,youāre working cleaning and bussing tables after people leave and you get a text on your phone about some sort of maid listing, in the fancy part of Gotham. You send your application and resume in instantly causeā¦ya broke. But you think nothing of it.
Ten minutes later you get an approval for an interview and the...list of requirements and things that will be happening at the interview seem fine but oddly intense. From cooking to cleaning to nanny skills... then self defense skills it gives you a weird vibeā¦
But hey free health care...oh and a signing bonus.
How bad can it be... wait-...how many kids does that say again?
This sounds familiar but we arenāt not big on politics so you ignore it.
Sunday, you donāt check your email because who emails on the weekend but low and behold the WAYNE BUTLER EMAILS ABOUT NEEDING GALA STAFF.
Now you are lovely but not THAT fancy I meanā¦look at you reading fanfiction instead of being with people?ā¦but thatās a lot of zeros in that pay checkā¦
RECAP OVER ARE YOU READY?!
3!
2!
1!
Go!
(This is very long and no beta reader also keep in mind I have never written for them before.)
Readers povā¦
Monday: South,Gotham. 6:00amā¦
My alarm goes off and I considerā¦snoozing it but I know I have to get up. I get up and put onā¦
(This doesnāt matter itās just funā¦)
I pick one of my three professional outfitsā¦
No thatās too uglyā¦
Too winteryā¦
Too hotā¦
Crap I got nothing to-
Oh wait-?!
I findā¦.
(You can listen to this while this chaos of you getting to work goes down btw.)
Male/Mascā¦version.(if youāre a guy that wears makeup read the makeup part with the feme.)
A white button up a simple black tie that I somehow remember how to tie for once.(I didnāt even need to look up a tutorial on face-tube.)Black slacks that I didā¦have to iron because I left them folded too long againā¦I had to look up how to work my iron because it wasnāt steaming and after looking up a video I realize I forgot to put water in it to make it steamā¦a black belt.(that I totally donāt smack onto my hand and mark it.) I magically find both shoes that look āniceā and slip those on and use my pants to hide the meme socks Iām currently wearing.
I realize Iāve taken so freaking long I forgot to shower so I put my head in the sink smack my head on the faucet because I suckā¦drench my hair wash it in the best way I can(the author totally doesnāt do this irl btwā¦) I run into the kitchen.
Itās about now I realize Iām wearing the wrong shoes butā¦
Slip,trip fall,see my life flash before my eyes,into an outer dimension where time and space donāt exist and Iām just a black dot in the universe and I donāt matter- oh I zoned outā¦.and smack my leg into the counter because I forgot to tie my shoes. I tie my shoes. Shove something edible in my mouth (take meds if needed) then I about choke realizing Iām going to be so late. I grab my keys and my (BAG) and run outā¦.then I run back lock my door then run out again. Of course the elevator isnāt workingā¦becauseā¦ OF COURSE IT IS.
I run to the stairs and thoseā¦people that vape are there smokingā¦all stretched on the stairs and I calculate if I go through there Iāll smell like cigs and cotton candy vape on parts of me.
So I look for the fire escape because Iām insane and I make all the way down and jump. You ever hear a pop that you donāt wanna hear?
Cool.
Me too.
(wheelchair friendly and crutches version here.)
I get into the elevator thatās workingā¦itās full.
And the neighbor that talks.
And talks.
And talks.
Is in there and sadly I canāt get my earbuds or an excuse in time ready.
Oh Iām so going to be a few minutes lateā¦well Iām sure it canāt get worse?
Female/Femeā¦version
A simple black dress thatās a little longer than tea length cause we arenāt showing our knees todayā¦we arenāt WHORING OUT.I find an earring on the floor that I somehow remember existed and I put it in i put on (rings,bracelets, a labubu idk) on my body as well. I slither into my bathroom because Iām tired,I drench my hair in my spray bottle but of course the lil spray piece flys off and smacks me in the face and makes me drop (contacts or earring or other item you people like idk sorry.) (again totally didnāt happen to author recentlyā¦)
After I consider going back to bed for that one inconvenience I findā¦another of (ITEM) and put it on and make a note to call maintenance about that issue later. I put makeup onā¦then off then onā¦then I watch a tutorial ā¦regret it I try again out of anger andā¦oh that looks kinda niceā¦Black (FLATS OR HEELS) that I didā¦have to find from the pit of my closet(or that one pile in your room you know you need to cleanā¦yeah Iām looking at you)
I realize Iāve taken so freaking long listening to the voices in my head (sorry) I run into the kitchen. Decide to ferris Bueller slide into my kitchen but because Iām an idiot (again again authorā¦didnāt do this cause this isā¦a storyā¦ok? Ok) and I buy shoes that donāt quite fit so I go flying and give myself (FLOOR BURN ON MY KNEES BUT THANKFULLY IM WEARING A LONG DRESS.)and smack my knees into the FLOOR because I forgot to buy shoes that fit me. I rethink my life til this point.
Drink Almond milk because Im lactose intolerant ā¦and I think milk counts as a meal then I realize I need real food so I grab some cheese shove it into my open gob and run to (take meds if needed) then as Iām running around like chicken little I about choke realizing Iām going to be so late. I grab my keys and my (BAG) and run outā¦.then I run back lock my door and grab lactade becauseā¦ I ATE CHEESE LIKE AN IDIOT then run out again.
I apparently look too good because as Iām locking my door and trying to chew the cheese like some looser looking mouse.
Thatā¦ neighbor spots me.
The amount of pickup lines and commentsā¦
Ugh.
Iām still thinking about it.
Like who comments about someoneās nostrils?
Gender neutral version
A white button up a simple black tie that I somehow remember how to tie for once.(I had to look up a tutorial on face-tube because the ball of tie I made wasnāt āclassy.)
Black slacks/skirtā¦that I didā¦have to iron because I left them folded too long againā¦I had to look up how to work my iron because it wasnāt steaming and after looking up a video I realize I forgot to put water in it to make it steamā¦(thankfully you bought that wrinkle spray so you mildly drenched it in that instead of being lazy and putting it in the dryer becauseā¦who would do that?) a black belt.(that I totally donāt smack onto my FACE and mark it because I couldnāt get it into the dumb lil hole and I flung it around in anger.)
I find A SHOE that look ādecentttttā and slip that on hop around looking for the other one for way to long before realizing I passed it a while agoā¦I angrily put it on and glare at the worldā¦(if you wear makeup dope if not dope you can read the feme makeup part.)
I realize Iāve taken so freaking long listening to the music and the most recent (artist.) I run into the kitchen. Decide to jump into my kitchen into my kitchen but because Iām an idiot (again again authorā¦didnāt do this cause this isā¦A FREAKING FANFICā¦AND SHES NOT LYING) and I am built like an 89 year old so I hear every bone give up on itself. And I refuse to whimper out loudā¦because Iām a strong independent- oh fudge that hurtā¦
I rethink my life til this point as I eat (I imagine a banana but any food worksā¦) and as I check the time in my shock at how ungodly late I am I deepthroat the (food) and promptly almost barf I am so shocked. But then I remember Iām broke and I canāt barf up a 8 dollar food, and run to (take meds if needed) then as Iām running around like Ashely in Resident Evil 4. I grab my keys and my (BAG) and run outā¦.then I run back lock my door and itās locked because for once I actually remembered to lock my door.
Then I get half way down in the elevator when I realizeā¦I locked my keys in my apartment.
Cue me crawling into my window.
(Wheelchair version)
You ever pick a lock ?
No ?
THERES A VIDEO FOR IT!!!!
(Back to normal )
I practically telaport outside Iām moving so fast.
I get to my car.
My car.
Where is my car.
So I get an uber because itās Gotham and it was stollen for the third time.
FINALLY.
I arrive at this hotel-
House?
Thatās a house?!
I get buzzed in? Fancyā¦I walk for what feels like miles and finally reach the front doors I push the door bell.
And what seems to be a kind looking older gentleman with greyed hair brown eyes and a faint smileā¦oh this guy looks like a-
āHello?ā He says snapping me out of my thoughts hes so fancy heās British too.
āOh hello sir Iām (reader) Iām here for the interview at 8?ā I say trying to sound like Iām not exhausted already.
He looks confused and pulls out his own phone and reading glasses and checks the time.
āSo,youāre earlyā¦did you by chance forget daylight savings?ā He says politely and mildly amused as he sees the mild horror on my face.
āOhā¦I umā¦Iām so sorry I can come back-ā I start to say. āNo noā¦you came all this way and your strikingly early I might as well show you around. Your interview is with me anyways today.ā He says politely as he guides me in and shuts the door.
Itās a big house. Lots of portraits and stairs and vasesā¦looks like a movie set as I follow him to a small seating area.
The meeting goes wellā¦he tells me what Iād be doing and the chores. The people of the house. What my uniform would beā¦ The one weird thing is I have to call them master and such but thatās fine.
He gives me a tour and I donāt see any of the familyā¦when he says they are sleeping in itās odd.
Then I get the crap scared out of me when I turn and see a young boy with striking features and the harshest glare Iāve ever seen in my life.
Tan skin,pitch black hair and green eyes. Heās wearing a simple black shirt and kaki shorts that he looksā¦like he loathes.
āPennyworth who is this commoner and why are theyā¦āHe looks me up and down like Iām a bug.āExisting in the same space as I? You know I am in the kitchen at this time.ā Theā¦childā¦nope thatās a very youthful man he has better skin than meā¦says then looks at Alfred like Iām not even worth looking at.
āAh young master Wayne this is (reader) Iām interviewing them to become a maid here at the manor. You remember this? I canāt do all the chores on my own anymore and you kids are very busy.ā Alfred explains gently but clearly used to this talk.
He clicks his tongue and looks at me up and down.
āAnd you decided to wear that?ā He asks bluntly.
I blinkā¦āItās a good outfit?ā
This child person smirksā¦(I aged up everyone ignore if I call Damian a kid I forgot my bad. I made them old enough to simp for and not too young so you wonāt catch a case so think heās like 18 and age everyone as you want ? Again ages in Batman are weird)
Alfred sighs.āYoung master please donāt patronize them,they are doing very well in fact I was about to hire them and give them a uniform to see if they can handle a day with the family.ā
The child person nods..looks at me then leaves.
Alfred looks at me.āI did mean what I saidā¦letās get you fitted please follow me.ā
After I get put into (an appropriate maid uniform male or female version again it doesnāt matter for this one.)
Alfred then gives me a nod of approval. āYou just met young master Damian Wayne the youngest in theā¦family heās like that to everyone donāt take it personally.ā He explains as he takes me to my first chore.
As Iām cleaning the windows after Alfred told me what to do and left me alone so he could attend to other matters I hear a friendly butā¦cautious voice behind me.
āHey there you must be the new maid Damian told us about.ā A young but not too young male voice says.
I turn and see a paleā¦tired looking young man standing there (Iām not making him 16 unless told otherwise for one shot for this series.) He appears 19? A slightly over grown bowl cut(or whatever you call Timās hair.) Deep blue eyes a tired smile as he holds a coffee mug thatās been refilled at least once before. He seems to be heading to work given how heās dressed.
āIām Timothy, Timothy Drakeā¦soā¦ youāre here to replace Alfred?ā He saysā¦like a fact and sips his coffee.
I think my lost expression cues him in on the fact that I have no idea what heās talking about but he doesnāt seem to belive it so I decide to explain.
āOh no no no Iām not here to do that! Alfred said he canāt do all the chores himself-ā I start to say.
āSo he thought you were a good choice? I looked into youā¦I donāt know what made you stood out to him.ā He says again like a fact. He says it so politely though.
I pause and my hand clenches around the wash cloth Iām using on the windowsill, i know I canāt argue.
āI did a background check on you and I think there are some things I should bring up to Bruceā¦ Iām sure you areā¦fine but I donāt think you are cut out for this. But hey-ā He gives me a friendly pat and gentle smile. āIām glad Damian told me about you and I could help stop this before you getā¦hurt,maybe you can go back toā¦oh the Super Shack.ā Then he says something about needing to go to work and leavesā¦
I donāt see him and Damian high five or anything butā¦Alfred sees the high fiveā¦but has no real context yet.
Okā¦well thatās just two people Iām sure I can win the others over?
Next chore Iām cleaning theā¦home theater? Good grief this place is big. Once I enter though I see that a few women seemingly were trying to come in to see a film and spot me cleaning up any popcorn and other trash.
A pretty and young blond woman (18) with blue eyes and a bright smile that instantly fades when she sees me and she pulls out her phone like to check something she shows the other women,a black haired woman (18) with dark eyes and beautiful olive skin and an older woman (20s?)with ginger hair and glasses and blue green eyesā¦and I can see what seems to be a group chat reflected in the glasses of the gingerā¦
The blond closes her phone and slaps a smile on her face and comes overā¦like sheās trying to be polite butā¦isnāt a fan of me. Genuinely what is their deal.
āHiā¦hi you must beā¦(reader?) right? Damian texted us about you being the new maidā¦soā¦what are you doing?ā The blond asks as she leans on a chair near me as I clean.
āOh Iām just cleaning the mess?ā I say simply trying to be polite.
The black haired woman ā¦signs something then the blond looks at me.
āCass saidāso we are messyā?ā The blond says like sheās trying not to take sidesā¦
I look mortified it sounded like I said that and before I can speak.
āGirls let the maidā¦I mean (reader) do their work I meanā¦they are doing their best but statistically they could be doing better donāt you agree Steph?ā The ginger asks.
Steph nods then saysāAgreed Babsā¦(reader) maybe you should let Alfred do this ? Barbra is rightā¦you areā¦missing some spots.ā She says like sheās trying to be supportive but itās justā¦not working.
I look at them. Debating saying something back butā¦I need the money.
They notice I donāt speakā¦.so they give me smiles and leaveā¦well Cass doesnāt smileā¦she just stares at me. Then follows.
Next Iām cleaning the cobwebs on the staircase and I see twoā¦horrifically friendly looking people talking and walking over,of them is white but tanned and built and has bright blue eyes and longish black hair and a blinding smile and the other seems more reserved but just as friendly. A young man (20s?) short black very tightly curly hair freshly tapered deep brown skin and warm brown eyes.
They see me and the brown eyed man tries to come over but the blue eyed guy sees me frowns briefly then forces a smile waves at me thenā¦practically drags the guy away while whispering and pointing back at me.
Next Iām at the gardens trying to processā¦why they suck so badā¦
Then I see Damian in the corner of my eye and I walk over.
āMaid.ā He states.
ā(Reader)ā I gently correct as I reach where heās at at this odd lookingā¦barn. āWhatās this?ā
āOhā¦well do you want to see?ā He asks and I think this is my chance to get along with him so he gestures for me to open the doorā¦
Bad idea.
Every random animal that seemingly is domesticated runs out and just destroys the garden and when I look to Damian heās gone. Brat.
It takes me hours to find them all put them backā¦donāt get me started on the cowā¦and I saw the shadow of theā¦bat in the barn thank god that thing didnāt come out.
Then I realize. The garden.
It takes me way too much money with uber and flower stores and my time trying to replant the flowers I couldnāt find the flowers they had but I looked up what this Bruce guy likes and bought as many as I could. Iām going to be eating so much random crap in my homeā¦Iām so not making rentā¦
Then I run around trying to finish my chores before the sun setsā¦ Iām sweaty,filthy, kinda close to tears butā¦itās fine Iāll be fine.
And as Iām cleaning the flower vases up on the balconyās and picking upā¦cigarettes I get scared when I turn and see a very tall,muscular tanned and scared man with the brightest practically glowing at first glanceā¦green eyes. He has black hair and a white streak-
āYou going to keep gawking kid?ā He says cutting me out of my thoughts as he stares at me leaning against the balcony and crossed arms right by the vase I have to cleanā¦then he sees the cigs Iām picking up.
āThis is my spot and I donāt think Alfred told you to clean itā¦drop em.ā He says harshly. I set them down in an awkwardly neat pile to his amusement it seems.
He points to himself.āJason. So you met everyone it seemsā¦I heard so manyā¦things about youā¦you even got on Dickiebirdās bad side.ā He notices the confused look.
He sighsāthe smiling athletic model looking one?ā¦Richard Grayson? Or Dick,he was hanging with Duke todayā¦did he not introduce himself to youā¦?ā He asks smirking fully knowing the answer already.
I nod then I see him pull out a cig and light it and blow it at me.
I wave it away.
āYou wonāt last. Look you seem fine butā¦outcast to our cast just leave. We have our person. Alfred. We donāt need someone new to our lives. Youāll just be a disappointment.ā He says way too sweetly to be a jerk and he continues working on the cig. I stubbornly return to cleaning. Then I get fed up as he continues.
I start picking the cig butts up again. In hindsight bad choice.
He narrows his eyes and puts the cig out harshly and flicks it onto the floor and walks over and looks at me.
āI can tell you need this job donāt youā¦you need the moneyā¦I thought youād mess up on your own or something butā¦I mean who would make a mistake to drop a expensive one of a kind antique vaseā¦itās going to justā¦take your paycheck for the nextā¦.decade.ā He sneers.
I pause. Then think.
āIāve not broken a vase?ā I say cautiously.
He put his hand on the one Iām cleaning.āOops.ā And pushes it. We hear it just shatter on the ground below into the gardenā¦I just replantedā¦
I stare at what he did and when I look back heās gone with the smell of smoke left in the air.
This just continues from the girls āaccidentallyā bumping into me with wet nails and ruining the uniform Iām required to have pristine.
To Dick and Duke stepping on the back of my foot while walking past me and causing me to trip and spill my mop water.(the only wheelchair version I could think of that wouldnāt be rude to Babs is maybe putting your breaks on? Again Iāll do research)
To Tim bumping into me and spilling coffee on my shoes making them sticky.
The final straw was when Jason and Damian teamed up and knocked me off a step stool (or whatever you could use if your wheelchair accessible apologies Iām not sure)
I decide to finish my day out thenā¦be done with them.
Iām scrubbing the floors I just finished and the one member of the family I havenāt met walks in as I stand up. Iām unfortunately listening to music and whenā¦THE BRUCE WAYNE lays his heavy hand on my shoulder scaring me.
I get spooked. Now in hindsight he didnāt mean to. Butā¦
Still.
I messed up. I blame being raised in the south.
I turned around not quite seeing who it is and punch him in the face.
It was a good punch. Unfortunately all his kids were behind him and of course flocked to check on him and āhold me back.ā
And as I try to explain Alfred rushes in hearing the commotion and before I can speak those kids tell Alfred and Bruce all the things āI did.ā
The look Bruce gives me is lethalā¦
This seems to be when the kids look the smuggest Iāve ever seen.
āYou are fired,return the uniform, and leave the premises. My lawyers will contact you about how we will proceed aboutā¦this.ā He says coldly.
I go to protest but he holds a hand up to silence me.
I look at Alfred and then at the floor.
I leave and change back into my things and later I give my uniform back to a veryā¦disappointed Alfred.
āIām sorry about the garden I hope the roses and Purple Hyacinths I bought were ok replacementsā¦they wonāt bloom for a whileā¦but I felt bad for the damages the animals did.ā I say as I give him the uniformā¦
I walk out.
And as I stand at the gate waiting for my uber.
(POV change inside the manor)
Alfred pauses as he goes to wash the uniformā¦
Then he goes and checks the gardenā¦
Then goes to the children who are in the middle of raising the snack drawers and celebrating.
āChildren.ā Alfred says in that tone that lets them know they are cooked.
āAlfredā¦before you get madā¦they were going to replace you-ā Jason tries to say.
āNo they werenāt because I was trying to hire them. I enjoy serving this family but sometimes you kids are too much and Iā¦think you stressed them out. Now before I go to the study and ask master Wayne to pull up the footage of todayā¦who wants to explain why master Wayneās stunning garden is half replanted with cheap versions of his favorite flowerā¦and why a flower vase is in a garden bed?ā Alfred asks in that icy tone as he folds his arms behind his back.
After they talk over each other Alfred realizes thereās been a mistake and as he walks the kids follow and Bruce still icing his face a bit looks up from his lap top and stares at them over his glasses in a way like he can feel another grey hair coming in.
āMaster Wayne I insist you pull up the footage today.ā Alfredā¦states. And he never statesā¦he suggestsā¦so Bruce side eyes his children gestures for them to shut up and pulls upā¦footage after footage and the kids at the end of it are dead silent.
āJason what the hell?!ā Duke says in shock.
āWhat the hell me?! What the hell Tim ?! Coffee?!ā Jason says.
Tim huffsāShoes are washable at least I didnāt do what the girls did nail polish is impossible to get out.ā He counters.
Cass signs and Steph saysāAt least we didnāt step on shoes like a child.ā She says looking at Dick.āSeriously your feet are massive why would you do that?ā Barbra says.
Dick winces then smiles weakly āWell you know what they say about big feet-ā
āDonāt even finish that thought Grayson.ā Damian interrupts with a sharp look.
āOk stop it all of you,you all messed up and for the record me and Alfred made the choice to hire another staff member together. The things you all did today was unacceptable and you all have to find a way to get them back here and fix itā¦.and Jason no smoking at the manor you know thatā Bruce says sounding like Batman and a father all at once.
They let out a chorus of yes sirsā¦
And hurry to find me.
(This is getting very long so that this wonāt bleed into a part two this is what happens.)
The kids run out and Tim definitely drafts an apology for them all to use as a template that they all promptly panic forget when they see you get into the uber.
The kids then chase down the car and given they are trained they do it easily.
But it looks horrifying to you and the driver becauseā¦you donāt know they are heroās.
The driver ditches you becauseā¦scary kids.
The kids each do their apologies Dick,Tim And Barbraās being the most genuine and acknowledging that they were acting like kidsā¦while giving pointed looks to Jason and Damian.
Duke,Cass and Steph apologize next and itās obvious they are most remorseful and felt more worried about their family being changedā¦but of course Cass and Duke donāt say that so Steph buts in and says itā¦they shoot her looks but donāt deny it.
Jason simply says heās sorry about the vase.
Not sure what you expected with him you got a long way to go with him.
Damian says he āI only regret sending the text to the group chat about the ideas I made up about you based off of your clothing and body language. Father says I need to stop reading people. And apparently you count.ā
You choose not to ask what he means on that
When they ask what youād need to come back to the manorā¦
The vase to be paid by Jason (he protests at first but after hushed whispers he agrees.)
A new uniform paid for by the girls given the other has nail polish on it.
The last one happens when Bruce and Alfred realize they havenāt seen the kids in a while after they sent them to talk to you.
They hear light laughing and joking in the garden and look out to see. That it seems the kids used their connections to replace the flowers in the garden properly with the fancy ones and they are removing the ones you planted carefully so you can take them home the next day.
Well when you come into work the roses and Purple Hyacinths are scattered on the inside of the manor in the fancy vases. When you ask Alfred and the kids who did it they donāt seem to know.
But you see Bruceās office is cracked open and heās very carefully choosing roses and Purple Hyacinths to put in a ānumber two dadā mug that he seemingly made into a vase by looking up a tutorial you can see playing on his computer.
When he sees you watching he gets up goes to the doorā¦merely nods in approval and gives one of the roses a gentle tap then shuts the door and continues.
You find out later from Alfred that the reason he likes those flowers and says that he likes them online is because they were his parents favorite.
You get your first paycheck later that day.
Lotta zerosā¦
(Authors note) hi hoes that was fun and hella long.
I hope I didnāt offend the whole DC community with it.
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Suggested this: Mmm... Idk how to send a request.
But your idea with them thinks the y/ n could be a replacement is wonderful. What if some of them would they to sabotage y/n so Bruce would fire her but by doing that in the in mining time she/they opens
up to the about her/their lives and they warmth up with y/n but it was too late since their sabotage actually worked and Bruce had to fire because of whatever reason. So the kids try to convince Bruce that y/n did nothing wrong..... Did I say too much?
My response isā¦no this is fabulous request love love love it. Hope I did it justice.
i think bsf!tim would love grinding his tip against your clit until both of you are soaked (ā”āø ā” āøā”)
heād have you lie on your back, guiding the flush pink of his glistening tip through your folds with an agonizing slowness, smearing pre-cum against your slick. every firm nudge against your puffy clit has both of you whimpering.
āfuck, youāre so wet for me,ā he mutters, voice wrecked as he catches on your clenching entrance for the umpteenth time.
āj-just the tip, okay? i promise. i just need to feel you for a second.ā
famous last words.
because the second your tight heat takes the first few inches of the head of his cock, his abs flex, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as a pathetic moan escapes him.
āi-iām sorryāā and he slides all the way in in one go until heās buried to the hilt inside you, pelvis pressed firm against your clit. āshit, iām sorryā i didnāt meanā you just feel so good.ā
he doesnāt immediately start fucking you hard, just starts off with slow grinds. enough to make you claw at his shoulders and beg for him to go deeper <3
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