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Moriarty The Patriot
This is a series which is interconnected and no way in series, so i am just going to put them like how i wrote them or uploaded yet.
Random shizzz
Time travel
Weird ahh coincidence
William James Moriarty
Nothing yet (Hopefully there would be something written by me soon)
Albert James Moriarty
A kiss on the Hair
Who knew
Louis James Moriarty
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Sebastian Moran
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Fred Porlock
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Mycroft Holmes
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Sherlock Holmes
My brothers are going to kill me
James Bond
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Bruce: Dami you will grow look at Jason he was the smallest boy ever and now he’s taller than me. Just wait for your growth spurt.
Jason: …
Tim:…
Damian:…
Dick:…
Stephanie:…
Cas: Bruce we are mostly adopted so I don’t think Jason’s growth spurt will happen to Damian
Bruce: Then why do you all look like me. Dick has my eyes, Jason has my face, Tim is a carbon copy just tiny, Duke has my height , Stephanie has my hair type, Cas has my nose, and Damian has my mothers eyes which are also Jason’s eyes and Dami also has my mouth
Uhh SO i have this hot take actually not a hot take just a take.
So I think John Constantine should get a live action.
You might be wondering why did it come out of nowhere. Well-
I was watching- rewatching- The CW Flash. Season 1 and 2 are actually good *cough* except for Iris *cough* and the last few season just butcher character. Anyway this is not a rant about how CW butchered the show it is about how This guy.
should be played by this guy
Like do you see the resemblance.
He is Eddie Thawne in The Flash. Predecessor of Eobard Thawne. He deserved better than Iris. Who sacrificed himself for no reason coz reverse flash was still messing with flash apparently. THat-
I am not going to get into that. IT is just I wanna watch smth of John Constantine, hopefully a good live action series and not smth like THe FLash. I am not saying it's bad. It is genuinely good. It is the first media i watched of DC. and geniunely loved. Grant is really good as flash, and i really loved All the characters. Even Iris until she wasn't
okay! I promise this wasn't a rant for The flash and for how Eddie Thawne's actor Rick Cosnett should be casted for John Constantine if or when they make an Live Action for him.
Like guys at dc please, please. Make smth for others MORE for others. Like Black Canary. Or Zatana. I am not saying to stop making movies like batman or superman but just shift the focus a bit pls. For someone like me who can't read comics because i don't know where or haven't discovered the right site and because i got no money. All i have are movies and series. Which i want to see more off. because i have almost finished every series and movie and media I know. If You have smth, please lemme know. or if this paragraph of mine is wrong because of any reason lemme know. If any of my opinion is wrong (except that Rick should play John constantine) lemme know because i am not that well versed in DC. Coz i have been in this fandom for 6 months and i only so much. Actually i have been in this fandom for years but just got interested in DC since the past 6 months.
Work still in Progress, having a little writet‘s block for this one
Bruce Wayne x Jason Todd’s bio-MOM reader
- You are Jason’s bio mom
- You had your Jason at only 18 as an aftermath of something you don‘t like to remember
- Still you love him and you’re the only nice thing he knew but only to him
- You were a heartless, merciless monster for him, to protect your baby from the ugly world you were born into and that gave you your heart after that painful night you were raped
- When batman caught Jason stealing his tiers of the Batmobile he is only 7ish
- He only came to the manor to steal something valuable so the two of you had enough money to live a better life
- Only when he could not leave unnoticed with what he stole and was at the manor for a week now he panicked
- And you? You were furies that someone had the audacity to take your kid
- You were smart, capable and terrifying
- And you had already found out that batman was the one taking your jaybird
- So, on one of his patrols, you lead him to a crime ring that you gave real leads on only to take his robin
- He took your Jason so you took his Robin
- you dismantled anything that could track you and took little Dick (12ish years old) to your rundown moldy apartment in crime alleys slums
- you interrogated Dick while patching up his wounds from the fight
- had him bathed and feed and put him to bed while sitting beside him going through his hair as he cuddled into your side
- he missed that, a mom, his mom, and he told you that
- when Batman could not find his robin, he went back to the cave to investigate what happened
- all he could find was a massage you left him he puzzled together of your cluse
- A Son for a son
- He was spiraling until Jason sneaked down wondering why no one came up yet
- Seeing that Dick was missing and your massage on the Bat computer he beamed
- He let out a joyful ,,Mama’’
- Alfred and Bruce turned to him in confusion ,,What?’’
- Telling Bruce that was his mothers work and only the start to make his world a living hell to get him back he palled
- Alfred was appalled that his master kidnaped a boy and not rescued
- Bruce trying to defend himself told him he did not knew and that Jason nether told him he had a mother
- Jason smugly told him he never said he did not have family only that he was out alone and stole since he had to survive somehow
- So, the next day a mortified Bruce was at your door watching Jason be embraced by his mom and telling you giddily about his week and that he had not plans for staying so long
- You let them in and he understood Jason’s stealing more seeing your home if anyone could call it that
- With a content Dick eating cereal at the dining table getting upset he had to leave already
- He made a decision and offered you to life with him
- After a discussion of not needing charity, you came to an agreement
- You would care for the children and help Alfred and in return He not only gave you a home but money and the chance to get a real education with a degree for the first time
- So, after a few weeks of getting settled and used to each other he started to learn how smart and capable you actually are
- Not only are you stealthy and put up a good fight with or without weapons you were perceptive, observant and a strategist
- You could speak 4 languages and read 2,5 of them (one of them being Romani which Dick loves) and that only from the street and books gavert from dumpsters
- You studied medicine from some of the books and had a 2-year apprenticeship with an underground doctor
So it Bruce Wayne x Desi!reader and well like Batfam and Justice league X Desi!Reader
It will be like a bunch of fanfics Consisting of Normal Desi things and customs with how they react or how they have adapted and/or adopted. How is their relationship is with the reader.
And it will contain a lot and i mean A LOT of Self indulging Moments, coz dat ass.
Lemme know if you have any ideas to add to this or you would like me to write. But-
BE AWARE. This is my first time writing dc and there might be inaccuracies. Because i have watched dc movies and series since i was a child but like i just got more invested in it. So i have been in this fandom for about 6 months or so and i can confidently tell you that
DON'T. WATCH. YOUNG JUSTICE. FIRST!
It will actually mess up your understanding of canon if you watch anything Later. Also it will cut open you abdomen with a blunt knife, yank you intestine out then replace it with hot coals because MY BOY WALLY DIDN"T DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THAT!!!
So it Bruce Wayne x Desi!reader and well like Batfam and Justice league X Desi!Reader
It will be like a bunch of fanfics Consisting of Normal Desi things and customs with how they react or how they have adapted and/or adopted. How is their relationship is with the reader.
And it will contain a lot and i mean A LOT of Self indulging Moments, coz dat ass.
Lemme know if you have any ideas to add to this or you would like me to write. But-
BE AWARE. This is my first time writing dc and there might be inaccuracies. Because i have watched dc movies and series since i was a child but like i just got more invested in it. So i have been in this fandom for about 6 months or so and i can confidently tell you that
DON'T. WATCH. YOUNG JUSTICE. FIRST!
It will actually mess up your understanding of canon if you watch anything Later. Also it will cut open you abdomen with a blunt knife, yank you intestine out then replace it with hot coals because MY BOY WALLY DIDN"T DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THAT!!!
one of my favorite details is how caleb’s mc drags her tongue across caleb here in this clip. can this be a reach? possibly. but this is my mc so I say this is canon lmao. and we have indulgent scheme as a reference point to how mc loves marking him up so it’s not a reach (hopefully). but anyways, I love how mc reciprocates the hunger caleb shows in this clip. caleb needs her. mc needs him too. their need to be closer is so 😩🤌🏻
it brings me back to Netherlord!CalebMC where their intimacy is such a central aspect of their dynamic & how it’s almost symbiotic, I love their trope sm.
CalebMC also reminds me of a line from Hannibal (NBC series (aka my fave)) that goes: “Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes.”
anyways, I’m so excited for what’s to come in his birthday card.
Write whatever u want! But some hacks i follow are:
tagging is very important so make sure u do it correctly,
Proof read, have a friend proof read i and possibly edit it.
Good grammar very important. It's not like u don't know grammar so u suck because u r dumb and more so that it makes reader be able to understand what you want to convey easier
Do not go into detail for unnecessary things. Unless u want to put a spotlight on it. Like describung the room in very detailed manner like what is where but u should do it in the sense like what feelings it gives.
Try to act out the scene what u are trying to write because it gives u better idea of what the characters are feeling and understand them better. This one is the most important, i think. Atleast for me it
The first draft is everything and nothing. You need to first write down what u want to write, coz it helps u understand what would be kept and not kept. And first draft is horrible almost always.
If u want to write a series, try to end the chapters in a question. Not straight out like "who done it?" But like uncertainty.
Also experiment a lot. Use alot of writing styles, have fun with different plots coz thats where u get the most great of ideas.
Actually the most important is that u write whatever u want! Have fun! And not care about readers opinions, unless they are actually good opinions and can help u improve
A/N: Based off me and my family (who is surprised)
Bruce has always believed names carry weight.
When you're little, it's almost exclusively sweetheart and darling. That's what Martha always called him. As you get older, they never disappear, they just become quieter and he rarely thinks before saying them, you're his daughter after all.
If he calls you by your full first name you're either seriously injured or seriously in trouble.
Otherwise, it's always one of his softer names.
He especially uses honey when he's checking on you after patrol (not me propagating my Bruce Wayne girl dad agenda)
"Honey, show me your arm."
"I'm fine daddy don't worry."
"Show me."
"Good morning darling, d'you sleep well?"
"Damian got in bed with me at like 1am and kept moving around like a rotisserie chicken all night, take a guess."
"Hey sweetheart where are you?"
"Daddy you have my location on like 10 different apps, I'm literally at the mall, I called you on the way over here."
"With who?"
"Dude I have like 3 friends who do you think?" (genuine conversation between me and my dad no lie)
Dick doesn't really have a name for you.
He has a particular way of saying your name though
Nobody else can replicate it, it's almost musical, very drawn out and bright, and immediately recognisable.
It's the same tone he used when the two of you were kids.
The whole family knows exactly when Dick's looking for you because they hear your name echoing through the Manor.
You could be three floors away and somehow know it's him.
Jason, however, has never once greeted you like a normal person.
You know you're one of Jason's favourite people because he reserves his absolute worst greetings for you.
"What's up dumbass."
"What's good"
"Hey bitch what's going on?"
"Oh my gosh my favourite bum of all time."
"Hey witch, the moon's full tonight I thought your ass would be howling at it."
"Jason I know you've read Twilight, you should know what you said is wrong."
Tim calls everyone by their name.
But not everyone's name sounds the same y'know?
When Tim says your name, it's loaded with sibling telepathy
One tone means "Come save me."
Another means "Jason did something incredibly stupid."
Another means "Please back me up here"
He also calls you nerd and loser occasionally.
Duke also calls everyone by their name.
But when he says your name you can hear the smile behind it, it's very sweet
You can hear it every single time as well.
Your name always sounds very warm coming from him.
Your family has pointed it out as well.
Cass calls you sister.
Short and sweet.
It's one word but full of emotion.
Steph talks to you like you're the main character of a movie
All her greetings are enthusiastic and her nicknames are so affectionate
"Hi beautiful"
"Steph please I look like a clapped bicycle seat."
"Hey gorgeous.''
"Ugh stopppp."
"Y/N My gloriously caked up queen your ass looks so fat today."
"Yeah ik you commented that on my last insta post."
Damian is very selective with his words.
He calls you sister, your first name, and occasionally Arabic terms of endearment
On the phone
"Sister, please pick me up from the bowling alley."
"Why were you there to begin with you hate bowling???"
"Timothy was tasked with babysitting today and him and his friends are screwing around and I wish to leave."
"You got it buddy I'm coming, let me finish up with this WE meeting and I'll be on my way."
"Come fast I cannot stand the sound of Conner's voice."
And finally, Alfred calls you my dear
Ever since you pulled up to the manor that's been your title.
To Alfred you will always be someone worth fussing over.
"Don't fret my dear, I'm confident you passed with flying colours on that exam."
"My dear girl, the day I am unable to handle this family is the day I die."
(Higuruma Hiromi x female reader) 18+ only, no minors.
Higuruma was a man of autonomy. He couldn't be tied down by the most impossible cases, yet he was about to bind himself into a marriage with you.
❧ arranged marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety & anxiety attacks, overthinking, insecurities, hesitation, slow burn, curses, takes place before Higuruma fully awakens as a sorcerer, eventual smut, reader has a vagina. 18+ only, no minors.
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Thank you for your patience, I am later than usual due to personal situations and life - glad to be back.
You'd never seen Hiromi do anything with so much urgency the way he kissed you.
His body turned toward you. Up close, he looked wonderfully reclined from the evening. The collar of his white shirt was left open, revealing the warm line of his throat, and soft brunette strands escaped across his forehead.
Large fingers settled against your jaw, while his thumb gripped your chin.
You let him guide you.
His kiss was desperate, like he'd spent days arguing with himself.
Your breath caught when his lips parted yours, his tongue slipping in.
Tongues swirled together, like fire finding fresh air.
You wanted to taste the red wine on his tongue for the rest of your life and be eternally drunk off of him.
He let you breathe when he seemed to need the air himself, forehead resting against yours. Your lashes brushed against his cheek, breathing through your nose.
You found yourself inching closer. The small touch of your knee grazing his thigh made him snap.
He lifted you onto his lap with effortless strength. Your legs settled on either side of him as he kissed you again.
It was your hands that slipped into the hair at the back of his head, but he was trying to lose himself somewhere inside of you. It was evident in how he pulled you in, unless it was also you swaying your body into his and drifting impossibly closer.
"Hm…." The sound escaped you without realizing.
His breathing became uneven when he pulled back, chest slowly raising.
Wide brown eyes lingered, drifting over your swept face and settling on your swollen lips.
His arms loosened around your waist but never left - as did yours around his neck.
"Was this your plan?"
You blinked, trying to remember how to speak amidst your breaths, mixed with his.
"Get me vulnerable and relaxed," he continued.
A faint smile ghosted across your mouth. "I offered the wine, you bought the beers at the restaurant."
His eyes closed with a chuckle, before resting his head back against the sofa.
Your own gaze became dangerous without his on you. You wanted to bite his neck and leave marks all over.
Instead, you lifted your fingers to brush your own lips.
"What, never been kissed before?" he murmured, eyes opening.
You dropped your hand.
"Haven't you?" you laughed.
In thought, his smile faltered. "I either ignore you, or kiss you like I did."
Your heart skipped at the recitation of words you hadn't realized he'd carried since the onsen.
"I wasn't criticizing," you said, voice small.
His eyes searched yours below hooded eyelids.
"You haven't been ignoring me lately. You've been leaving for work much later and coming home earlier," you added, before hesitating, "And…you only kissed me once before."
His jaw twitched. "If that was enough to earn your affection, I'm not sure I deserve it."
Your hands trailed slowly down his shoulders, a brush of a touch compared to the massage moments ago.
His brows contorted at the action, only making him look more troubled.
"You're telling yourself that."
Under the skim of your fingers, his arms stiffened. "My mind is."
"And…your body?" you dared to ask, slightly regretting it as soon as it left your mouth.
"It's irrational," he simply said.
"When was the last time…" you trailed off.
"It's been years for me," he spoke, exasperated at the fact.
He wasn't someone to struggle with attracting women. You could only assume he'd denied himself for so long, the same way you'd done the same.
Aside from when you touched yourself to the mere thought of him.
His forehead found yours once again, pushing the memories out of your head.
The bridge of his nose brushed yours every time either of you exhaled.
"Then, it's not irrational," you whispered. "Trust me."
"The one I can't trust is myself."
It was true then, that desire sounded a lot less like hunger to him and more like a wound.
His body had reached for you a while ago, but his mind was still stood in the threshold and refused to cross.
You searched his face. The composure you'd mistook for distance now looked exhausted - splintering somewhere during this evening.
"Why?" you breathed.
"I don't want you to think that's why I've been around more lately."
"Of course not," you spoke. "I trust you."
Whatever had been eating at his insides seemed to fall silent, like he'd had no worries in the first place. There was no hesitation in his eyes anymore, only tenderness mixed with passion.
His mouth found yours again. Hands frantically wandered down your back, drawing you flat again him. There was not even room for doubt.
Your fingers disappeared into his brunette hair, tugging him whenever you thought he'd steal a breath.
You didn't realize your hips began moving, until you felt poking into your inner thigh.
Your lips faltered.
You'd never expected him to desire you, to touch you or even look at you.
Of course, it hadn't dawned upon you that this would make him hard.
Was it the first time he'd grown hard because of you?
How long, during this entire moment, had he been hard for?
The waves of heat had spread through you in slow and relentless waves. You were caught up in the warmth in your own stomach, to not entirely realize his.
He must have realized from the brush of your thigh, with how he jerked his hips back. Yet, there was nowhere to go when he was practically pinned against the couch.
"Wait," you breathed, before finally releasing his mouth for oxygen.
Your heads knocked together, as your gaze looked down and snuck a glance at the bulge.
His body slightly relaxed when your lips slipped into each other again, as you tried not to brush against him too much yet.
You couldn't remember when the living room became his bedroom.
Somewhere between one kiss and a few stumbles, the house seemed to arrange around you. The hallway disappeared under hurried footsteps, as you trailed along.
At some point, he'd shrugged out of his shirt and abandoned it somewhere behind you.
He shut the bedroom door behind him. Open curtains settled the evening around the blue walls, darkening the palette.
You'd only been in his room a few times; the time you'd found him in the bath and went to retrieve him towels, and whenever you briefly set laundry inside while he was at work.
You unconsciously retreated, until the backs of your knees met the ottoman at the end of his bed.
There was recklessness in the way he looked at you when your mouths parted.
You tumbled back, landing on the soft duvet.
The mattress dipped under one of his knees, and you trailed backwards with every draw closer.
Shadows outlined every flex of his body, hovering over you.
You tried to search the silhouette of his face, your head resting against his pillows.
Both of his hands planted on the pillow either side of your head and leaned down.
"Afraid of me now?" he whispered, earning a small chuckle out of you.
"Seems like you want that," you murmured.
His head tilted, neck exposed with his torso from this angle.
"Not afraid…" you continued, as you'd done in the onsen, "But relieved."
"Relieved?"
It was your turn to close your eyes, because there was nowhere to look when he was on top of you. "I've been…."
Starved.
"Waiting for this," you said instead, even if it was just as pathetic.
The dip and rumple of the fabric beside your head caught your attention, followed by the weight of his lower half slightly relaxing onto you. It wasn't enough to feel his bulge against you again.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with the ceiling.
You turned your head. Hiromi pressed his face into the pillow above your shoulder, shielding himself from both temptation and guilt.
"I'm sorry." The words were muffled by the pillow.
Your hands, that momentarily felt useless, found their way around his head. Instead of tugging the strands into a kiss, you kept your fingers at the back of his hair.
"You're here now."
At your words, his head turned. His eyes were hurt and pleading at once.
You couldn't help but trail your touch around to his jaw, holding his gaze for a second before pulling his mouth to yours again.
A part of you wondered if this was all impulsive and fast.
Until, he tugged and struggled to pull your pants off.
He took out his frustration on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and bites at once.
The sounds against your skin made your stomach heat at what it really sounded like.
You rose your hips. He caught your waist and finally got the pants off.
He knelt on the ottoman now, where you began to already feel withdrawal from the lack of his lips. It felt like an act of both surrender and deference to you.
The withdrawal didn't last as long as you expected, when he lifted your ankle and dropped a kiss to it, long and deep. He switched to the other foot, doing the same.
"If you want me to stop," he started, voice husky, "tell me at any point."
The words that were comforting from his side, only ignited the desire in you till you were about to burst.
His expression already looked blissed, glancing between your legs and back up to your eyes. You were certain you were soaked through your panties.
You couldn't trust your voice, opting for a clear nod instead.
He nodded in response, before bracing himself with a sigh.
Suddenly, you were exposed to the air.
He tugged off your panties, not wasting any more time.
Lingering eyes and hands on your waist made the air feel thick, despite the evening beyond the windows.
Fingers dragged up to the hem of your top. His brow arched, but you didn't protest.
Your shoulders lifted from the bed slightly, reaching behind to unclasp your bra.
He leaned over between your legs and gently peeled off the loose garment.
His jaw clenched.
Dark eyes trailed down your nude body, lingering at your bare breasts and draping you in his repression.
"Always beautiful," he said, softly.
He lifted your hips, making you almost jump.
Then, your legs were guided over his shoulders. You were folded, as he moved closer to embrace you between your legs.
You didn't need to use your muscles, with how his hands gripped under your thighs and positioned for his use.
You felt yourself dampen even more. You could feel it between your thighs since you'd kissed on the couch.
He dove for your inner thighs, kissing and biting along them.
It was fleeting, until the few testing licks to your clit. You lightly gasped.
The pressure was just right, lacking subtlety and as though you'd mounted him to grind down yourself.
His lips wrapped around the throbbing clit. He sucked and tasted you harshly, like you were a taste of wine that needed to be savored.
"Ah…." your breath hitched.
His tongue trailed through your pool of wetness, dipping in and tasting at your entrance.
"Soaked," he mumbled, the word vibrating against you.
You slightly squirmed, and he lifted your legs even higher to still you in place.
He inhaled, nose pressed at your entrance. Heat crept up your neck in embarrassment.
"Open up for me," he murmured.
You attempted to relax your walls, clenching around nothing from anticipation.
Instead of his tongue, however, he brushed his index finger over your clit - before lightly circling at your entrance.
His thick finger probed the wet arousal, sliding in.
You threw your head back, eyes closing. It pumped you a few times, testing and massaging your tight musles inside. It was a million times better than when you touched yourself.
Your hand reached out amidst the darkness behind your eyelids, frantically searching for something you weren't sure of.
A hand intertwined with yours, large and enclosing. You mindlessly caressed along it, as your hips circled with his ministrations inside you.
The hold eventually parted, when both of his hands clutched back to your thighs.
His mouth replaced his finger, so sudden for you to process.
Your eyes flew open, head lifting in shock.
Sounds of wet sucking and swirling filled the room, drenched in arousal.
"You taste delectable," he sighed.
His tongue spread your folds, before entering deep inside you.
He hungrily licked and slurped, like he hadn't eaten earlier on. You weren't sure you'd ever heard a sound so wanton before.
The motions were quick and unpredictable against your muscles. His tongue was either slipping in and out of you, or circling and massaging around inside.
You thought you'd already realized that his mouth was both tender and rough, but this was a different story.
Moans and whines fell out of you, adding to sounds of your arousal soaking the air.
You fidgeted, before your legs loosely crossed around his neck.
"Hiromi," you groaned, palming the sheets.
You rolled your hips back into his mouth.
His thumb found your clit, rubbing in punishing circles. Your stomach curled.
"These hips of yours," he mumbled, before delving back.
His tongue fucked you like there was a time limit to how long he'd have you for. He was frantic, burying his head into you deeper.
Your fingers felt desperate again, reaching out to tug at his hair. At the pull, you'd angled him in a way that his nose brushed your clit with every bob.
You were pulsing and throbbing on his tongue. With a few more flicks of his tongue, you could come at any moment.
You shook your head quickly, and released his hair.
"Hiromi, please," you gasped, managing to speak. "I don't want…to come yet."
He pulled his mouth out of you with a slight pop, disheveled.
Although, you absolutely could.
"I want it to be with you first," the words fell out of you.
Wide irises dilated, a look of shock washing over him.
His lips were red and glistening with arousal.
He gave a nod, letting out a shaky breath and kneeling up.
He licked his lips, savoring the taste of you before hovering forward and capturing your mouth.
You sighed against the embrace, tasting yourself against him. Hands grabbed at your jaw and shoulder, while his chest brushed against your neglected nipples.
Fabric grazed against yours thighs. He was still in his slacks.
Your fingers danced down his torso, a light and teasing skim. His mouth slowed.
It wasn't a struggle to unbutton his slacks. A pull, unzip and reach into the warm behind his briefs was all it took to make him jolt.
He pulled back from your lips, brown eyes flashing with surprise and intrigue.
The length took up your fist.
Throbbing, hard, warm and thick.
Before he could speak, you squeezed your hand around his cock.
The groan that left him was guttural.
"You don't know what you do to me, do you?" he choked.
Teeth grazed your collarbone, his head ducking and pliant into you.
You stroked up and down. The hold was fairly tight, not too much to suffocate him, but enough to feel the veins. Your thumb brushed over one, making it twitch.
"You don't have to…" he breathed, forehead pressing into your neck.
Your fingers twisted around his cock, other hand trailing to the back of his neck.
You circled the head of his twitching length, earning a quiver from him. There was the slight moisture of pre-cum that you spread around.
His body jerked, pulling back before you could really even start. Your hand slowly released.
Eyes dragged down you with astonishment, speechless.
It was like the Hiromi who'd used his tongue on you and the one you'd touched for only a moment were two different people.
Goosebumps rose against your nude body.
You felt overcome with need, rather than simply confident. You'd ardently desired him for what felt like so long, you didn't care how daring you were being.
He knelt up, between your legs. He managed to pull off his slacks and briefs, fully freeing his cock and legs.
Your first sight of it proved you right. Its length stood up, thick and raging with hardness because of you, glistening with pre-cum.
"I need to be inside you," he tensely declared, shoulders lowering with an exhale. "I'll get a condom."
You grabbed his wrist, your eyes looking up with want.
"You don't have to."
He stilled, eyes wavering. "Are you on the pill?"
You shook your head no.
Maybe, now that this had developed between you two, you needed to arrange a visit to the doctor.
His brows arched.
"It's up to you," you said quickly. "With or without protection…"
Although, it was clear which one you preferred.
"I'm not getting you pregnant," he said, matter-of-fact.
A light breath escaped you. "I'm not asking you to."
"Then, what, do you want me to pull out?"
Your silence spoke for you. His expression turned scandalized at the reckless idea.
"Is that what you young people do?" he asked, breaking the pause.
Your eyes lightly rolled. "Have you never pulled out before?"
He sighed, jaw twitching.
"Of course I have."
"If you want to use a condom, you can," you spoke with a nod, your consciousness catching up to your thrill. You realized how irresponsible it was to even suggest, even at your age. "I really don't mind."
He paused with contemplation, before his thin lips pressed together.
"I'll use a condom after this," he spoke.
Your head tipped in surprise. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned such an irrational thing, but secretly, it was riveting to see him choose visceral need.
"I'll pull out of you," he promised, voice serious.
You were a terrible influence.
Then again, there was no other man you'd opened that offer to before.
Your legs unconsciously parted, as he shuffled forward.
His silhouette was a work of art hovering over you, in the evening light.
It wasn't dark enough to hide his eyes, that seemed to give him away nowadays. You realized how easy to read he'd become, while you were naked beneath him.
Face hovering closer, he pinned your arms up either side of you.
"When I'm with you," he started, slightly muted, "I feel so crazy."
You could only blink in response, hypnotized by his unfamiliar urge.
Anticipation ran through your veins, overcome with impatience.
Your pulse was frantic, nervous and ready to finally feel him.
He leaned back for a moment. You watched with awe, as one of his hands guided around his length.
He drew closer, rubbing the head through your juices and between your folds.
The sound was ungodly, at how much more soaked and drenched you were since he'd tasted you.
"I imagined this during the wedding," he admitted, breathy moans escaping him as he coated himself in your juices. "Or in the onsen the other day. But I didn't."
The night after the wedding, when he first showed you to your room, flashed through your mind. You thought you were the only one to have imagined being rejected by him.
It didn't matter anymore.
"It's okay," you breathed. "Please, take me now, Hiromi."
His nearness had its own gravity - an instinct to either flee or close the inches between you, although the former seemed impossible.
If he didn't put it in sooner, you'd roll over and sit on his length yourself.
He pushed in slowly.
The girth stretched you, far more than you would have expected after his finger and tongue.
You gasped, thighs clenching to fold your knees slightly.
His groan vibrated in your ears, deep from his throat.
"Relax," he mumbled.
You nodded, keeping eye contact with him as you loosened your walls, legs becoming slack again.
A hand curled around the back of your thigh, gently making his way in.
He hissed, inhaling through his teeth when he was only halfway in.
His eyes closed.
The breath escaped him deeply from the bottom of his lungs, soothing himself.
Your eyes widened slightly, examining him. "Are you alright?"
"You're suffocating me," he responded, through clenched teeth.
His head buried into the side of your neck, pushing his cock into you further. His chest lowered, another throaty groan escaping him.
It was like he'd been intoxicated. Drugged.
You moaned as he reached all the way inside of your wet and tight heat, to the hilt.
Arms rose up and wrapped around his neck, ultimately pulling him deeper inside.
He swallowed. "My goodness. You're sucking me up."
You'd already loosened up as much as you could. You were being split open.
His other hand wrapped around the side of your waist, thumb caressing up and down.
"You're shaking," he whispered, only making you realize your quivering body beneath him.
You weren't the only one pulsing; his cock was throbbing inside of you.
"Stretching me so much," you cried.
Maybe you should have continued to touch yourself thinking about him, if it would have prepared you better for this. It didn't hurt too much, but you were so full.
He shivered, like you'd given him a fever.
You could sit here with him inside of you all day, you'd stay drenched and ready for him, if that was what it took to ease up.
After a minute or two, the ache got too much for him to even adjusting for any longer.
"I need you," he declared, breathless.
You watched with awe and thrill, as he hovered up.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, tighter than you'd wrapped them around his head earlier.
His hips were slow at first, embracing you and breaching with care.
You couldn't hold back as much as him, leaning up and pulling him into another kiss.
It was open-mouthed, sloppy and fervid, with wild abandon.
He rocked against you, as his tongue sensually explored your mouth. The soft moans that left you were muffled by his kiss.
You fucked back into him, raising your hips around in inconsistent circles.
He pulled back from your mouth. "Fuck, where did you learn to-"
"Harder," you cut in, eyes pleading into his. "Let go for me."
Your begging flashed something feral in his eyes.
Then, his hips seemed to take over his mind. Before you knew it, the bed was creaking and your breasts were bouncing.
Squeals left you, breathy and hoarse already.
He was pounding into you. His pace was frantic, making it difficult for you to push back and fuse your bodies together.
All you could do was take it.
His head nuzzled into your neck. He grunted with each thrust, deep and throaty in your ear.
"I can't…" you whined. "Please, I…"
His hand on your waist trailed up to your breast, grabbing and rubbing it. They'd been extra sensitive, from neglect.
When he rose his head from your neck, his eyes were blissed out.
"You will kill me," he murmured, at peace with dying inside of you.
With that, he captured your other breast into your mouth.
He gently sucked, opposing the slam of his cock in you.
Your legs scrambled to lock him closer and tightly, with a strangled moan.
Your nails clutched his back, gripping and scratching..
Every time you wriggled and squirmed, he pinned your hips down with a hard, needy thrust.
You weren't sure how much longer you could go. He was pounding you so relentlessly, showing you no mercy to hold back.
The headboard pounded. His hips were sharp, pushing to the tilt before pulling out, and slamming back over and over again.
"Hiromi," you whined, feeling your eyes sting.
Then, his hips slowed.
You blinked in confusion, foggy and fucked out
"Wh-"
He was grinding in circles now, slowly. You tried not to clench around him, as your eyes shut.
"I want it to last," he whispered, through gritted teeth. "Do you want to turn over?"
You nodded, swallowing.
He pulled out of you slowly, cock glistening with a mix of your juices.
You were still shaking and out of breath as you turned over, not meeting his hungry eyes.
You rose your hips, propping yourself up with your elbows - you'd tremble and fall if you even attempted to use any strength in your hands right now.
Your warmth and wetness made squelching sound as he entered you again.
You immediately moaned at the angle and deepness. You didn't tell him how you definitely couldn't last in this position.
He was buried inside of you. This way, you felt every vein, every twitch and all of him vividly.
Warmth bloomed on your back. He draped over you, resting his front over your back and pushing closer. Hands secured around your waist.
You immediately began to grind back on him, before he'd even began moving.
His head rested against your cheek from behind, deeply chuckling.
"You're so good to me," he breathed.
You turned your head, eyes catching with his fond gaze.
Your mouth lifted in a small smile, making him press a deep kiss to your cheek.
It was drastically tender, compared to the desperation in his hips that continued.
The room filled with noises of wet slapping of bodies and choked moans. The position was perfect for you to hear all of his grunts amidst it all, right in your ear.
"Only look at me," you gasped out, fisting the sheets. "Only me."
It was words you'd cringe at yourself for later on, but slipped out without thinking.
His cock twitched.
"Of course," he murmured. "No one else gets me this way."
Maybe you wouldn't cringe later on after all.
You gasped, clenching around him tightly.
"Fuck," he groaned, letting out a sigh. "I'm going to eat you alive."
He drilled his length in and out of you then, as though your words had snapped the last and minuscule part of restraint inside of him.
Your back arched into him. His fingers gripped and clawed at your ass, pulling them apart and squeezing them.
Your sensitive breasts dragged into the sheets with each thrust.
It was all too much, overcoming you.
No, no, no…
The familiar warmth burned in your stomach, prickling and threatening to explode.
You didn't want it to end, but you'd both been going for so long now.
"I won't last," you whimpered.
A deep, exhausted breath left him. "I'm close too."
He snapped his hips, making you squirm at the spot he'd hit. Your squeal was muffled into the pillow.
A hand stroked down your back, soothingly. "I've got you."
Your walls tightened around him, clenching before unclenching - in a pulsing and shocking motion.
With a sharp intake of air, his hand trailed around to the front of your neck, before lifting your jaw, fingers ghosting over your mouth.
"You have a way of teasing me, don't you?" he muttered.
The top of his index finger loosely entered your mouth, teeth lightly grazing against it. His palm gently squeezed your neck, almost the same way you'd squeezed around his cock.
"Fuck," he growled. "I'm going to come."
You nodded quickly, feeling yourself near at the words. The thought was pure sin, painted with his arousal all over you.
The bed violently rocked, with each viscous, deprived thrust.
"Hiromi, Hiromi, I can't, please…" The words tumbled out of you, without even realizing what you were asking for.
"Let go for me," he breathed, reciting your words from earlier.
His length bucked deep inside of you. It was the final thing to make you grip around him, writhe and explode.
You whined, trembling around him.
Your release coated his cock, dripping down and convulsing.
Before you could spasm around him, he pulled out immediately and let go of your head. Everything felt impossibly full at the start, but without him felt so empty.
The pillow caught you, slack and spent as you pressed your face into it.
His cock slapped against your ass a few times, before warmth spilled on your skin and a groan escaped him, akin to a purr.
It splattered everywhere at the first spurt, even feeling it on your upper back. He rubbed his cock up and down your back, to your ass, as more leaked out. He made a mess of you, in a heavy, foggy daze of desire.
You were boneless, limp and satisfied - even if there will forever be a deep-seated need for him, that possibly would get worse now that he'd actually slept with you.
A short pause passed, followed by an exhausted, proud exhale from him.
Your eyes slowly blinked, feeling yourself already about to fall into unconsciousness.
Light kisses brushed the back of your shoulders, making you turn your head with tired eyes.
Flatmates can be a real gamble. Sometimes they're normal. Sometimes they wear masks and wield guns.
You move to Gotham to start at a new job at the General Hospital, but with limited options you have to move into a sketchy apartment.
Tags: Slowburn, Slice of life, female reader, Strangers to friends to lovers, Eventual smut
Dividers: chrisssiren
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Chapter 1: A Sketchy Facebook Ad
“Wait. You’re being serious?”
Marie, your current flatmate, looked at you like had just announced you were going to space without a helmet.
“Gotham can’t be that bad.”
You didn’t sound so sure of that, every time the city was on the news it was usually for a tragedy or something philanthropic Bruce Wayne did.
But the choices were limited and Gotham General Hospital was short staffed and drowning in patients. You were fresh out of med school, your lease was ending in two weeks, and your bank account was crying. Gotham had offered a contract before any other hospital had even replied to your applications.
Hence, you accepted.
Marie reacted like you’d signed your own death certificate.
The following week was dedicated to house hunting hell, searching the internet for anything in your price range. Countless hours spent on the couch laptop perched on your lap, scrolling through listings until your eyes burned and words blurred together. Tiny studio apartments with more problems than a geriatric patient. Places charging double or triple your budget for basically a glorified room in a safeish neighbourhood. Listings that vanished before you could even call.
You begged. Negotiated. Lowered your standards halfway to hell.
Still nothing.
The deadline for the move was approaching, and potential homelessness was on the horizon…until salvation in the form of a sketchy Facebook ad appeared.
Two-bedroom apartment. Within budget. One bathroom. Semi-furnished. Third floor. Two parking spaces. Within budget.
The catches, the obvious ones at least, were hard to ignore.
First: The flatmate was a man.
Second: The apartment was dangerously close to Crime Alley.
Which, according to Marie, was practically a death zone.
“It’s either this or living in my car,” you muttered while rereading the listing for the umpteenth time.
“Living in your car somehow sounds safer. Or even better yet, not going at all.” Marie shot back.
Unfortunately, your bank account won out that argument.
A few awkward phone calls with a grumpy sounding man later, the lease was signed and your boxes were packed.
The morning you left, Marie grabbed your shoulders and sighed, “What flowers would you like at your funeral?”
You gave her a flat look.
For the past two weeks, she had been persistently trying to talk you out of moving to Gotham. Every conversation somehow circled back to crime statistics, serial killers, or whatever masked maniac had blown something up that week.
At some point she had started send you articles such as:
How to Survive Crime Alley
Ten Gotham Gangs to Avoid
What to Do if Red Hood Appears in Your Apartment
“I’ll be okay,” You promised.
Marie didn’t look convinced.
Then you added, “Tulips.”
That earned a horrified gasp.
The drive to Gotham was long enough to let every bad decision you’d ever made catch up to you. By hour three, the absurdity of the situation had fully settled in.
You were moving to one of the most dangerous cities in America…
To live with a man, you’d spoken to exactly three times, for less than five minutes each conversation.
Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as Gotham’s foggy skyline slowly emerged.
