Honey Ring HCs: Mother and Bruce , Reader’s Playlist , Pollinate Explained , The Honey Ring Explained , RaveAngel!Reader
The In-between: Figwort , Queen Bee , Hibernate , The Queens Funeral
Love and DeepSpace
Tilted Scaled (Sub!Sylus) , Stress Toy Joy (Sub!Zayne) , Love And Deepspace Men In Bed HC
Yandere Band HC (Ch1) , Yandere Band HC (Ch2)
BHM Rafayel HC , BHM Sylus HC
Kenji Sato (Ultraman)
Sub Kenji Sato (I) , Sub Kenji Sato (II)
Yandere!BatFam Drabbles
Brain and Brawn : Twin Readers , Brawn's Personality , How it was before , One Punch Brawn , Twin Vtubers , Twin's Get Mean , Twin's As Villains , Arcane Twin's
Synopsis: first time going raw and he’s addicted to the feeling
feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x afab!reader (individual)
Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didn’t forget anything and I apologize if I did!
master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)
♥︎ —enjin
“W-what?!”
Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasn’t quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you could’ve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.
“I said that next time we have sex. I don’t want to use a condom,” you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that you’re nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. That’s what it had to be.
“G-goddamn woman,” Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. “Can’t just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what you’re asking—“
“Oh I’m well aware…” You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. “But I said what I said~”
Enjin’s restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. You’re just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.
“Fuck—wait a min,” Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. “Shit, babe. One sec—need to stretch you out first, and—oh fuck—“ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.
“Enjin, don’t care about that,” your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where you’re aching to have him. “Just hurry it up already. Need you inside now.”
Enjin shudders. “Tch. Dammit.” He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. It’s like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.
Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. “Since you won’t let me prep you,” he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. “Such an inpatient ass brat.”
You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. “Enjin, please!”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t need to beg princess.” Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s all yours anyway.”
The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuck—you were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.
“Holy shit…you’re gonna snap my dick off, squeezin’ me like that,” Enjin groans.
“Ack-Enjin!” You gasp, back bowing off the bed. “S’too much. Y-you’re too—“ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.
“Aht. Don’t go tapping out on me now. I ain’t even all the way in yet.” Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.
“Fuck.” Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjin’s cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then he’s moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.
“You feel so amazing,” Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.
“Shit.” His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. “Never using a damn rubber again. This pussy’s too addicting.”
♥︎ —tamsy caines
“Hah—shit,” Tamsy’s breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. “Stop squirming,” he hisses.
“But Tamsy~” your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. “Y-you’re too…ah…T-too deep.”
At that, Tamsy laughs.
“Too deep?” He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. “No, my love. I don’t think I’m deep enough-“
You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.
He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.
“T-there we go,” Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.
“Just look at how well you’re taking me. Heh. You say it’s too much, but your body betrays you, my love.” Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, “Your damn cunt’s trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.”
You shake your head, but Tamsy’s hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “S’not true!” You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. “I’m…ah, fuck. N-no…i-it’s not—“
“No?” Tamsy bemused. His grip tightens—chokes—making you cry out. “Then why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?”
Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. It’s messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsy’s cock each time his hips snap against yours.
Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.
“F-fuck…Tamsy, I’m gonna—“ you whimper.
“Go on. Cum.”
Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.
His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.
You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.
“Sorry for my roughness,” he murmurs. “Are you alright, angel?”
“I’m fine…just…holy shit…” Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You don’t think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that you’re exhausted.
“Good.” Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.
Already, he was hard again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take all of me.”
♥︎—gris rubion
“L-love, w-wait a minute.”
Gris’s breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cock—without a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.
“W-wait!” Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. “I’m n-not wearing any protection.” His Adam’s Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You weren’t even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.
“So?” You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Gris’s pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.
“So, if we’re not careful, you could get pregnant, and—“
“So?”
Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. It’s girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.
“You wanted to be a dad, right?”
“Y-yes.” Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. “B-but we said that it would be better to wait—“
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“A-are you sure? D-don’t just say this on my account.”
“Not at all,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. “I want a baby, Gris. Please?”
Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.
“Well, if that’s what my wife wants,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Who am I to deny her request?”
Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures you’re comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.
“Ack-Gris!” Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.
Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.
“Shit—“ Gris swears. “You want me…to fill this pussy up…” He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. “You want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?”
“Y-yes!” You gasp. “P-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.”
“Make me a daddy, huh?”
Fuck, did he like the sound of that.
The weight of Gris’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
Gris groans. “S-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonna—fuck—make you a mommy.”
He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.
The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Gris’s release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you don’t hate it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where he’d been a bit too rough. He’s gentle when he touches you.
“I’m fine,” you pant.
“Then, you’re good to go for another round?”
“H-huh?”
Gris grins. “Obviously, we have to make sure it sticks.” He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. “So you aren’t leaving the bed until I’m sure you’re knocked up.”
♥︎— zodyl typhon
Zodyl was mean.
You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.
“Hmm, tell me, what number was that?” Zodyl mused. You’re gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. “I seem to have lost count.”
“A-ah..Zodyl please..” you’re overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. “C-can’t cum anymore…y-you’re gonna break me.”
“Break you?” Zodyl laughed. “Please, you’re far more resilient than that, my love.” He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. “After all," Zodyl continues, "I’ve trained this pussy to take me.”
Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.
But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.
“Shit…there you go…” the man chuckles. “And look. You’re just eagerly sucking me back in.”
You fist the sheets. It’s as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
“M’sorry,” you babble. “I-it’s jus’…f-feels so-ah.”
“Use your words,” Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
He tugs harder, making you moan. “Please, Zodyl! Fuck—move. N-need…need to cum.”
Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.
“Now you need to cum after just telling me you couldn’t?” An amused grin tugs at his lips. “But who am I to deny my wife’s request? I wouldn’t be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.”
Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.
Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodyl’s cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.
One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.
As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, good girl,” Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.
“Y-you’re so mean,” you whimper. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Hmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this “mean” man.” Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.
“And I’m not doing my due diligence as your husband if I don’t leave your legs shaking.”
do fic readers know that their comments actually influence the course of the story sometimes? i don't mean in a "you need to write it this way because i say so 😡" type of comment, i mean when people are asking questions or really engaging with the plot and the themes in the comments they sometimes bring up things that i didn't even think of, or dig into parts of the story that i've overlooked, or get really interested/fixated on something i was going to just kind of glance over--and it has me going 'oh wait that's actually really interesting, that's a good point' and fully adding or tweaking or changing things about the story going forward. i'm literally adding an entire additional chapter to something right now because someone's comment had me like "oh i didn't dig into that as much as i could have." you have impact!
♯┆ [robert robertson x vampire!fem reader] INCLUDES.ᐟ
⤿ ROBERT ROBERTSON never would've believed someone who told him he would be desperately wanting to date a woman who was centuries old. Then he met you.
!! fluff. silly. fem reader. z team cameos. reader speaks like she came from colonial america LMAO. this was so fun i wanna do more vampire reader dynamics. slowburn vibe. yearner. BASED OFF OF THIS YUMMM. ENJOY.
The fluorescent lights of the SDN office hummed their usual monotonous tune, but you'd learned to tune them out after working here for far too long. What you couldn't ignore was the way Robert Robertson's heartbeat quickened every time you walked past his cubicle. It was a steady thrum that called to something primal in your undead veins.
"You know, most people use the door," Robert said without looking up from his screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "But I guess when you're a vampire, walls are more like suggestions."
You leaned against his desk, close enough that your hip brushed his arm. His warmth radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt, a stark contrast to your perpetual chill. "I did use the door. You were simply too focused on whatever it is you are... hacking? Is that the correct term? Into to notice."
"I'm not hacking. I'm... creatively accessing information." He finally glanced up, and those tired eyes that always somehow flickering with determination, met yours. A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "And I always notice when you're around. Your presence has a certain... bite to it."
"Wonderful. Vampire puns. That is what we are doing this evening?"
"I've got a million of them. What can I say? I'm a sucker for wordplay." He spun his chair to face you fully, and suddenly the space between you felt charged. "See what I did there?"
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress your smile. This had become your routine over the past few weeks. As someone who was unfortunately allergic to the damn sun, you had no choice but to work nights. Robert, on the other hand, was very much human and very much choosing to be here, and the banter between the two of you had only continued to escalate as the nights went on.
"Your puns are dreadful," you sighed, reaching past him to collect the incident report from his desk. The movement brought you closer, your arm brushing his shoulder. You felt him tense, heard his breath catch. "But I suppose someone must keep you company while you brood over your... keyboard."
"I don't brood. Brooding is for vampires and Batman." He caught your wrist gently as you pulled back, his thumb resting against your pulse point.. or rather, where your pulse would be if you had one. His touch was warm, almost burning against your deathly cool skin. "I strategically contemplate."
"Is that what we are calling it?" You didn't pull away, neither did he.
For a moment, you both stayed frozen like that, his hand wrapped around your wrist, his eyes searching yours. You could hear everything — the rush of blood through his veins, the steady rhythm of his heart, the slight hitch in his breathing. It would be so easy to close the distance between you, to find out if his lips were as warm as the rest of him.
"Robertson, we've got a lost dog situation on the east side-.." The voice crackled over the communication system, shattering the moment. Robert's hand dropped from your wrist as he spun back to his console, his professional mask sliding into place.
"Copy that. This one's for you Prism, have fun." His fingers danced across the keyboard, pulling up camera feeds and tactical information. "Ooookay, so Golem, Flambae you're joining her because someone called in that this is actually a dog fighting ring run by some Red Ring assholes." This was where he shined — even without his mech suit, even without the Mecha Man persona, he was still brilliant at this.
You moved behind his chair, under the guise of getting a better look at the screens, though in all honesty you found the glowing displays beyond interesting. All these moving images and symbols, it was nothing like the simple exchanges you'd grown accustomed to in your all your years. "Are you thinking about suiting up?"
"I don't have a suit to put on anymore. Remember?" His voice carried that familiar edge of bitterness that came when an emotion was still raw. "I'm just the guy behind the desk now. The washed up hero playing in the office."
"You are the man who is coordinating a team of heroes that, likely, save a dozen lives this evening." You squeezed his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him seep into your palm. "And you are doing it better than anyone else here could."
He reached up, his hand hesitating above yours before giving it a few friendly and restrained pats. "You know, for a soulless creature of the night, you're surprisingly good at pep talks."
"Who says I am soulless? That is merely propaganda from the vampire hunters'." You leaned down, your lips close to his ear. Close enough that you knew he could feel the whisper of your breath, which was truthfully a useless habit, but one you'd never broken. "Besides, Chase showed me your... browser history? I believe that is what he called it. You are not exactly in a position to judge anyone's soul."
"That was one time, and I was researching-.." He turned his head to protest, and suddenly your faces were inches apart. You could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the faint stubble on his jaw, the way his pupils dilated as he looked at you. His heart was racing now, a steady beat that made your eyes widen and fixate on him. "I was doing legitimate research on vampire mythology."
"Certainly you were." Your voice came out lower, flirtier than you intended. "And I am quite certain that vampire procreation was purely academic research."
"Maybe I wanted to know more about you." His admission was quiet, vulnerable in a way that Robert Robertson rarely allowed himself to be. "Maybe I wanted to understand what it's like. Being what you are. Living in the night, and watching everyone else age while you stay the same."
The honesty in his voice made something in your chest tighten, an echo of the heart that could no longer beat. "It is lonely," you admitted. "Most of the time, it is profoundly lonely. People either fear you or fetishize you. They do not see you as simply... you. I have watched empires rise and fall, seen wars that reshaped the world, and yet the isolation remains my one constant."
"I see you." His hand came up, retracted, then came returned to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. The touch was gentle, restrained, and so warm it almost hurt. "I see someone who brings perfectly lukewarm coffee. Someone who laughs at my terrible jokes, thank you for that one by the way. Someone who's been around for decades but still gets excited about-... wait, what do you even watch? I've never actually seen you watch TV."
You couldn't help but laugh. "I confess, I find most modern entertainment rather perplexing. All these programs about people seeking companionship through elaborate competitions — it seems rather undignified compared to a proper courtship. Though I admit, it is fascinating in its absurdity."
"You're talking about Love Island, aren't you? You've been watching Love Island." His grin was delighted. "Wow... you're like three hundred years old and you're hooked on reality TV."
"I am not 'hooked.' I am merely... observing modern mating rituals." You tried to sound dignified, but his laughter was infectious. "And I am considerably older than three hundred, I will have you know."
"I like that about you." His thumb moved to trace your lower lip, and you saw his gaze drop to your mouth. "I like that you're this ancient, powerful lady who still can't figure out how to work the coffee maker without pressing every button and hoping for the best."
"That machine is unnecessarily complicated," you protested, eyebrows furrowed and your lips pulling into a slight frown. "In my day, one simply heated water over a fire. These 'settings' and 'programs' are utterly unnecessary-.."
"I know. I know all the reasons this is a bad idea." His voice was rough, strained, cutting through your complaint. It made you stop instantly though, your eyes searching his face in a way that was almost hopeful.
"You're immortal. I'm human. You drink blood. I'm made of blood. You're going to watch me grow old and die while you stay young and beautiful. The logistics are a fucking nightmare."
"Do not forget the part where I could accidentally kill you if I lose control." You tried to inject some levity into your voice, but it came out shaky. "That is rather a significant concern."
"Yeah, but you won't." His certainty was absolute, and only solidified by the grin that appeared lazily on his face. "You've had plenty of opportunities. That time I got injured in the field and was bleeding all over the place? That was like my second day here and I was sure I was a goner. Or when we worked that double shift and I fell asleep at my desk. You could have done anything, but you just threw a blanket over me and kept working."
"You appeared cold," you murmured, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth causing the points of your fangs to poke out ever so slightly.
"I was cold. You fixed it." He pulled you closer, guiding you around the chair until you were standing between his legs, his hands settling on your hips. "You're always fixing things. Making things better. You act like you're this dangerous creature, but you're the most careful person I know."
"I must be careful. The alternative is-..."
"I know. I get it." His hands slid up your sides, leaving trails of heat against you. "But maybe you can stop being careful for just a minute. Maybe we both can."
Your hands found his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath your palms. It would be so easy to kiss him but the fear held you back. You couldn't help the fear of hurting him, of losing control, of starting something that could only end in pain. You had loved before, centuries ago, and watched them all turn to dust while you stayed the same.
"I am frightened," you admitted in a whisper that came out much shakier than you had anticipated.
"Yeah. Me too." He breathed out with a chuckle that wasn't as humorous as most people's laughs were. "But I'm also tired of pretending I don't feel this. Whatever this is."
"This is dangerous."
"I used to pilot a giant mech suit into combat against supervillains. Danger is kind of my thing." His smile was crooked and self deprecating. "Or it was, anyway. Now I'm just a guy who's falling for a vampire and has absolutely no fucking idea what he's doing."
"Falling?" Your voice cracked on the word.
"Yeah. Falling. Plummeting, really. It's a whole thing." His hands tightened on your hips. "So what do you say? Want to catch me?"
You looked at him, really looked at him. At the hope and fear that were both fighting in his eyes, at the vulnerability he was offering you, at the warmth and life and humanity that radiated from him. You thought about all the lonely years, all the people who'd come and gone, all the times you'd kept yourself away from the world to keep yourself from getting hurt or hurting someone else again. You thought of gaslit streets and horse drawn carriages, of wars fought with muskets and swords, of all the centuries you'd lived... alone.
And then you thought about lukewarm coffee and terrible puns and the way he always made sure you had the comfortable chair during long shifts. You thought about how he'd never once looked at you with fear, only with curiosity and respect and, lately, with something that made your dead heart feel almost alive again. How he patiently explained the purpose of each button on that damn coffee machine, how he'd helped you understand what "streaming" meant, how he'd laughed, and not unkindly, when you'd asked if the "web" was something spiders had created.
"Your timing is dreadful," you sighed, your lips quirking into a smile. "We are in the middle of a shift. There is active symbols appearing on the screen as well."
"I know." He was smiling too, that crooked grin that made him look younger and less burdened. "Soooo.. is that a no?"
You slid your hands up his chest, over his shoulders, until your fingers tangled in his hair. "That is a 'we shall discuss this properly when we are off duty.'"
"But?" He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours.
"But perhaps just one-.."
The communication system crackled to life again, louder this time. "You realize the mic has been on the whole time right, Bobby?"
You both froze, your eyes wide and full of embarrassment, Robert on the other hand just groaned, "You're fucking joking."
"No, we heard the whole thing dude." Sonar's voice piped up again. As Robert pressed one of the speakers to his ear he could hear the laughing of the others.
"You realize she is like.. centuries old right?" Malevola asked, the amusement present in her voice.
"Good on ya, Robby. Never took ya as the vampire type." Punch Up barked out a laugh and then suddenly, all of it went quiet when Robert hit a button on the keyboard and turned his attention back to you with a beyond tired look.
"I suppose you are required by your team again," A small, sheepish smile tugged at the corner of your darkly painted lips.
"Unfortunately."
You hummed, your fingers sliding out of his hair oh so slowly, hesitating over his shoulders. "When this shift concludes, you will take me to dinner. Well, you shall have dinner. I shall simply observe in what you assure me is not a creepy manner whatsoever."
His laugh was warm and genuine. "It's a date. Fair warning though — I'm going to order something with a lot of garlic just to see what happens."
"I despise you."
"No, you don't." He was already turning back to his console, but the smile on his face was incandescent. "You're falling too. Admit it."
You didn't answer, but as you walked away to handle your own work, carefully avoiding the blinking devices you still didn't quite understand, but you couldn't stop smiling.
I wonder if famous hr reader would have been something … I wish i went that route because I just imagine reader on headlines and billboards and the news articles posted about insane things they were busy doing and Bruce legit losing his mind 😭 Like wdym you were caught dancing on tables at the club???? Wdym you were caught bringing 5 people home?. It’s just his wayne persona but in you permanently and even worse 😭 pls pls stop saying random shit on twitter pr is expensive bro
I’m fully convinced hr!reader would be peer pressured into hanging around the family in public so you could constantly be under watch or Dick treating you like ur a lost person who needs to find their way again 😔
a/n : i literally just felt silly so I mean why not
Lead Vocalists : Rafayel
Drums: Sylus
Guitarist : Zayne
Guitarist : Xavier
Lead rapper : Caleb
With you as the manager !
Right off the bat, it was hell. You got fired from your last gig because your last managing job didn’t quite work out with a whole money laundering scheme being run behind the scenes and you having no idea, you were broke to say the least.
That was before you got that DM, the old manager of the L&D boys is retiring , and apparently you would be a good fit- although your face was all over the news. You practically jumped to the opportunity, signing your life away as you knew it.
You got situated slowly, being introduced to the members - Caleb and you hit it right off the bat , as well as Xavier and Rafayel but Zayne and Sylus were quite distant.
You learnt about them, Caleb would often pick on the others , Rafayel would be trouble just for the fun of it , Zayne was busy reading books and sketching new designs for the band and Sylus was often talking to two twins? You never pried and he never told. Xavier would always be asleep on the common room couch but would wake up when you were desperate for things done.
You had gotten used to the routine, managing accounts would have Rafayel sitting scrolling on his phone in your office often asking ,”Do your eyes not get tired looking at the screen? Why don’t we just go out!” Often you were able to get him to stop bothering you but sometimes he would drag you out regardless making it a bit too intimate.
When it was spring cleaning day , you and Zayne often bonded in silence, sometimes you asked the him about his interests, learning he’s a fan of medicine and drawing anatomy which garnered your attention so you would discuss about what you knew.
Sylus and you would work out at the gym, turning into a competition sometimes. He would help you box and you would show him pilates which he never (openly) struggled with. Sometimes you guys would go on morning runs - very early runs just so people don’t get the wrong idea.
Caleb, and you would bond over board games - monopoly, uno, hell even chess! Anything to keep the day moving. Also investing in the newest consoles (he has the bank of a billionaire he just wanted to tease) , and surprising you with them became normal. Just dance was an interesting time!
And finally Xavier, you and him watched movies and shows together and it was so fun - for you - often enough Xavier just fell asleep but when he woke up, you would cook together or at least try. He burnt more than cooked but that way okay, cause in the end the cupcakes were edible- sure they weren’t the best but they were consumable (when you look past the dark crust)!
You usually had to help them get things set up, stages, events and outfits. Everytime the tailor came in you figured that you would be sitting in a different room but for some reason or the other, everyone - minus Zayne - found a reason for you to be taking their measurements. Shirtless , might I add.
Rafayel claimed the tailor was incompetent - as if a novice like yourself would be any better , Caleb said that the tailor kept scratching at him - you took a peak at the nails and they were the dullest acrylic’s you had ever seen , Xavier said they made him uncomfortable but they had a squeaky clean record last time you checked and Sylus - ever honest - simply said “I hate them.” (you had to make them sign a non disclosure agreement after all of this)
One way or another you slowly were apart of their daily routines. But then the stranger things came, the weird lack of dating claims, back before you became manager there was tons of women that were accused of being with them but suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet, and then the first leak of you came with you and Sylus in an uncomfortably ,weirdly, intimate position. Slowly the media turned heads, it was strange it had been awhile since they had been in. any romantic spectacles and the media love drama.
Another time was Rafayel holding your hand and you holding his plushies he won at the arcade, him dragging you to the next stand. At the time it was anything but romantic but now it looked like a common date? To say the media blew up was a surprise, you had to practically beg Rafayel to make a video clarifying it was just getting him new stuff for his room.
Again a stupid photo really, Caleb holding your clip board so high you had to get on your tippy toes, it was backstage so you had to guess it was the people backstage who were working that took that awfully blurry photo- a pain it was really.
You and Zayne- to your surprise- also got a photo! Hooray! You took him out to satisfy his sweet tooth, he insisted he couldn’t work without it - (he just wanted you to himself) - maybe it was the setting? It being a kitty cafe but you know what - you still don’t know but it garnered attention , another tweet to the main profile for the boys.
But the worst, Xavier resting his head on your shoulder after a long day at the studio. He was so close, too close for you to even make an excuse at the time. But either way the criticism rolled in,
“L&D boys pass around,” “Manager managing all 5 boys”, “Common whore?” It frustrated you so deeply you wished to quit the job as much as you were payed , deciding it wasn’t worth it. But you didn’t know , they weren’t giving you up like that. Not when they slowly loved you, not yet.
Also hi like sort of back… In the way of writing the chapter HOWEVER it is going to be a slow long process i fear 🥹i don’t wanna half ass it dw tryna make a way to write it for you!
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brain and brawn and (I guess and this one will be a little dark and this one is going to be long as well )beauty were beauty make someone go insane just by whispering in their ear or destroy someone or being basically a villain
Like someone making Brain or brawn uncomfortable and beauty walks over just whispers in their ear and they immediately jump out a window willing them or shattering a glass cup and killing themselves with it
Or they're manipulating someone into signing a contract where they think they get a better life but really it's ruining it like they would take someone's heart and kidneys as ‘repayment’ for a debt they owe them wall making it completely legal
Or asking brain to make them soothing like a weapon or poison or asking brawn to show their strength off in front of potential ‘helpers’ And even if the truth comes out about what they did they managed to gaslight everybody even the bat fam into believing they and their sister were the victims 
They can whatcha your brain or brawn kill someone in front of them and be planning on a cover story and where to sell the body where it won't be traced back to them without caring about the people they killed or worse 
Thanks for answering my last ask :3
Especially if it was a whole thing with beauty being seen as a healing kind person and has a fake evil mentality… I LIKE UR BRAIN GIVE IT TO ME.
thinking of clark kent and the idea of an autumn romance with black girl reader, just soft romance vibes and a little meet cute with a cup of coffee and being dorky and also just angst and growing together as people .
Maybe black girl reader is plus sized and struggles accepting the idea someone would genuinely want her outside of being just “brownie points” or maybe a toxic family dynamic with messy arguments and forgiveness.
So when reader gets mad at clark and expects him to shout back he holds his tempter, although he stiffened ready to start a match of his own. He sighs and slowly inches closer to you before reaching and grabbing your hand. He guides you to the couch and hugs you, soft and warm not manipulative. Just a hug. Nothing else. He holds you through your ugly cries and apologies. assuring you he won’t leave.
The next day is awkward but not in a way you dislike. Just sounds of boiling on the fire, the soft smell of punpkin and a man who you call yours looking at you with a soft smile,
“Good morning. How was your night?”
“It was alright. Could be better.”
“There’s always tomorrow.”
“There is.”
He hands you a cup of tea you take with enthusiasm.
It’s just the mere idea of knowing that someone would always be there. BONUS POINTS FOR BITTERSWEET ENDING. ….
wait wait, just imagine a neglected mel reader, when her family doesn't want it it doesn't matter, she will find other investments (other heroes and sorry my English)
No no no . KEEP THE INVESTMENTS PART. Part of mel’s character is her struggle between love and loss and trying to be who her mother needs her to be and also protecting her people. SHE DEFOS would invest in hero’s, doing things knowing they will most definitely need and thank her for knowing in the future she will use them too. Because love is a balance, but she wouldn’t throw them away. And she wouldn’t admit if they weaken her. Like caring for conner , or helping barry when it comes to a super hero, or wonder woman with getting out of a conference, maybe even batman if she didn’t know batman was bruce. She would offer a higher of security in trade of information needed , maybe even stuff about Talia’s plans or Harley and Ivy’s next big attack to get information about a hero’s like or dislike or maybe even info on BRUCE WAYNE HIMSELF!’ DUN DUN DUNNNN
But yeah Bruce would hate it because it would feel like him. A mask do security and saving face while slowly crumbling and being coordinated underneath. Like father like daughter.
Hopeful!reader being a singer and singing Karma (the live version) by AJR at a concert hall w her family there… MMMMM oh my lord it would be so angst and just ARGH- The feeling of being such a good person that it hurts that you get NOTHING in return and keep praying for something that doesn’t arrive. All of them would crash the hell out…. I WANNA WRITE A DARABBLE FOR THIS SO BAD
It’s worse cause they can understand how you feel COMPLETELY. Especially with the no kill rule and hoping people get better but constantly going through suffering like i am begging u let me go-
Especially towards the end of the song, Steph, Dick and Duke would crash the fuck out soO BAD. OMG CONNER TOO if it was young justice he’s like Canary I am … GOING INSANE. he doesn’t see me as his son at all??? like um? hearing the lyrics would be his feelings personified…
