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[kitkatscabinet]

A MOMENT OF COMFORT

pairings | frank langdon, dennis whitaker, jack abbott x fem! reader

summary | you and your partner love your jobs, but sometimes it all gets to be a bit much. luckily, you have each other.

cw | spoilers for s2, reader works in healthcare cause I’m self-indulgent

FRANK LANGDON

Your eyes dart toward the dashboard, staring at the small, white numbers denoting the time—11:08.

“Hasn’t changed since you checked twenty seconds ago, or since the time before that, or—”

“Yes, ok!” You snipe, narrowing your gaze before relaxing, “Sorry.”

“You ok? We can swing by the hospital—”

“No, no! It’s fine, I’m just…” You trail off, biting your lip as you wipe sweaty palms on your pants.

“It’s Frank’s first day back, right? You worried about him?”

“Yes. No! I don’t—It’s not like I don’t just trust him or anything! Just—what if someone’s mean to him or…”

Your partner snickers, and your brows furrow as you scowl once more, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment, “shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything!” Your partner laughs, grinning wider when your frown deepens, “It’s sweet—how much you love him. We can swing by if you want?”

“No! No! I don’t want to smother him or anything. It’s only been a few hours for him.” Trailing off, your gaze flickers back to the time displayed: 11:09, as you sigh. It was going to be a long shift. 

The radio crackles, and distantly, you register the location over the dispatch as close to Frank’s hospital. Your partner reaches for the handheld, responding to the call with a cheeky wink thrown your way.

“What are you doing? That’s not along our…route.” You hiss, pausing when you notice the closest street sign and recognise where you are. Too lost in your anxieties, you hadn’t noticed your partner driving closer and closer toward the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre. 

You’re unsure whether to scold or thank him, so instead, you simply take a breath, mentally preparing yourself for the oncoming call. 

Luckily, it’s nothing too serious, a broken wrist after a tumble from a bike. Mum was more shaken than the kid, and your partner ends up waving you off with a knowing look and the assurance you’ve got time for a quick break as you crane your neck around for any sight of Frank. 

You think you should be a little embarrassed, but a quick gesture from a smiling Perlah has you ducking around a corner just in time to find the man you’ve been searching for, a wide grin covering your face, only to drop when you notice the furrow in his brow. 

Just when you’re about to call his name, he notices you, shoulders dropping and what looks to be sheer relief flickering across his features. He crosses the space in the blink of an eye, pulling you into a hug, completely uncaring of the curious eyes, not even pretending not to look your way. 

Abruptly, as if suddenly remembering where you are, he pulls away whilst clearing his throat, “What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want to see you or anything!”

“Picked up a patient in the area, James was kind enough to do handover so I could quickly say hello.” Lacing your fingers with his, you let Frank pull you somewhere more private. 

You don’t ask about his day so far, the rigid line to his shoulders and anxious fiddling is answer enough, so you do your best to simply keep your smile soft and open, squeezing his hand as you wait for him to settle. 

“Do you—” He bites his lip, shaking his head as he seemingly thinks better of whatever he’d wanted to say, “busy day?”

“No more than usual.” You hum, thumb rubbing lazy circles over the back of his palm. 

“Good, good.” He nods, looking over your shoulder before his gaze flickers back to your face, “that’s—good.”

Your heart squeezes painfully, not used to seeing him so unsure of himself, but you keep your expression level. “Frank, honey? Do you want a hug?”

“I—yes, please.” He’s not even finished speaking before you’re gently pulling him into another hug. Frank clutches onto you tightly, shoulders shaking a little as he inhales your scent, trembling fingers clutching the back of your shirt. 

Neither of you speak, you’ll wait until he’s ready, for now, you’re content to simply offer whatever comfort he’ll allow. 

DENNIS WHITAKER

The moment your boyfriend steps into your room, you know something's gone terribly wrong. Laptop closing and discarded to the side, you stand to meet him halfway, opening your arms for a hug that he sinks into with what can only be a half aborted sob.

One of your hands gently threads through his mop of curls as your other arm snakes around his waist, supporting the bulk of his weight as he clings to you tightly.

You don’t ask, not yet, as an oncology nurse you’ve had your fair share of days where it felt as if there was no light at the end of the tunnel. There are limits to what you can and can’t share, and sometimes all your partner needs is to be held, to be physically reminded of your love.

“It’s Louie.” He croaks, and your heart sinks, tears you force back welling in the corners of your eyes. “He—I couldn’t do anything. I wasn’t even there! He was my patient and—”

“It wasn’t your fault.” You don’t even need to know the circumstances to interrupt his spiral. You don’t even need to work alongside Dennis to know he’s good at his job, that he dedicates nothing but the best of his care abilities to his patients.

“I know that, but—”

“It still hurts.” You finished softly, as he sniffles into your shirt.

Abruptly he pulls back, eyes red and glassy as you look on in alarm, wondering what you’ve done wrong.

“I can’t believe—I haven’t even asked how you’re feeling.” You blink, eyes misting and heart swelling with unadulterated love.

“I’m…” Well, not fine. “Sad. Worried about you.” Dennis is quiet for a few moments, staring at you searchingly, squinting as if to detect any hint of a lie.

The silence reigns, your boyfriends gaze locked on your intertwined fingers, so you startle a little when he unexpectedly speaks again. “He doesn’t even have anyone.”

You let the words sink in, heart aching fiercely, though you try your best to keep it together, contemplating your next words. “He has us, doesn’t he?” Dennis’ breath hitches, catching on a breath turned half sob as you lean your head on his shoulder, his voice watery when he hums his agreement, “yeah, he has us.”

JACK ABBOTT

“Hey—Sweetheart?” Jack’s greeting is cut short, knife placed down against the cutting board as he moves from the kitchen bench to greet you by the door with a frown. 

Half of you wants to damn him for being so attentive to your moods, you can never slip anything past him. The other half of you wants to cry from the overwhelming surge of love you feel. That and the remnants of the day clinging stubbornly to your person that make you want to curl into a little ball and sob. 

“What’s wrong?” He raises a brow, as if daring you to not respond as he leads you over to the couch decorated in fluffy pillows and throw blankets. You don’t even make it the short distance before the tears do start in earnest, sliding down your cheeks in frustration. 

“Just—Everything! The world! The healthcare system! Shitty patients! Literally everything!” You yell, before forcing yourself to take deep breaths, letting your husband pull you down until your resting against his chest, steady heartbeat strong against your ear. 

He hums in a way you take to mean “one of those days, huh?” because Jack’s been there too. Not even a few weeks ago the roles had been reversed and you’d been the one to pull his silent, surly form back into the light. 

You’d had a whole spiel planned out, a bitter rant that he’d patiently sit and listen to, offering you the nonverbal support you craved, and yet, the moment his calloused palm starts to rub warm, slow circles against your aching back muscles, the words disappear. 

Your brain stutters, the wind evaporating from your sails as you sink into his touch, a pleased moan escaping past your lips as deft fingers knead out a knot that has you turning to sink your teeth lightly into his bicep in response, jaw clenching. 

“Careful now.” He chides playfully, and you turn to glare up at him as his hand continues to massage, a mix between relief and pain from all the tension you’re holding. 

“Shut up and keep doing that.” You grumble, easing back against him, muscles tensing and relaxing with every touch as you groan. 

“Bossy.” Jack huffs, but makes no move to stop.

“Don’t even pretend you don’t love it.” You grumble, eyelids starting to dreep sleepily now that you’ve allowed your body to recline. 

“I do. I love every part of you, even the bossy part.” Briefly pausing his ministrations, he presses a kiss to your hairline before shifting you a little to get a better angle, “get some rest, sweetheart.”

“Dinner?” You question sleepily, word nearly illegibly slurred. 

“Dinner can wait.” He assures you, and after the absolutely awful day you’ve head, you don’t have it in you to argue, falling asleep in record time to the drumbeat of his heart and the gentle hands on your aching back.

[mathscience]

─── ୨ৎ Jason and his lover, who's a deep sleeper.

| ℳaths summary; Jason has a girlfriend who’s a deep sleeper and she unfortunately has zero self preservation skills.

Jason knows you have zero self preservation skills, that’s practically how he met you. He remembers that day like it were yesterday rather than a year ago when he saw a man breaking into your apartment through the window, he stepped in to stop him and through him beating the guy and tossing him out the window, you stayed asleep, the worst part was that you were sleeping on the couch.

He remembered scolding you and telling to lock your windows from now on but you never did. Maybe it was on purpose, maybe you were just forgetful but you always left your windows unlocked and the same thing happened. He really wishes you’d learn to not do that but clearly his an idiot to hope for such when he watched a masked man enter your apartment through your window.

He immediately jumps down onto the ledge as he watched the man walking around on the tip of his toes, looking at anything he could find, Jason immediately took his gun out to shoot his hand but missed by a few, shooting the table then causing the masked man to turn around before he tried to flee at the sight of Red Hood, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and flung onto the table, ultimately breaking. He didn’t mean too but he wasn’t taking kindly to someone breaking into your apartment.

After the beating he tossed the man out your window, leaving him to fall into the garbage pile below. Jason lets out a huff as he stalks the apartment to find you sprawled out on your bed, the sheet hardly covering you and your head off the pillow. He can’t help but scoff so fondly at the sight of you on the bed.

He gently places the pillow underneath your head and fixes the blanket to accommodate you fully before kissing your head then pulling back, not forgetting to write down a reminder for you to lock your window and apologizing for breaking your table.

Which you’d only find when you woke up and reached for your phone, only to feel a sticky note on it. You peeled the sticky note and read it.

‘ Someone broke in again, lock your windows.

Sorry for breaking your table btw.’

— R.H

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[ruusawa]

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[deadendsociety]

2 — "love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without."

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"that isn’t how it works, tim." dick sounds annoyed in that way brothers do when they can somehow see the future and already know what’s about to go wrong. "you can’t just.. spreadsheet this. it’s not that easy. love is.. it’s a lot of things. love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without."

this is the first thing you hear while making your way to the library, and normally, it isn’t a good sign when dick is using his older brother voice. you didn’t have a plan of eavesdropping, god knows what kind of horrors you’d hear in wayne manor, all you wanted to do was let tim know you were leaving. simple, a quick peck on the cheek and a hug before leaving for the night but you heard your name, which apparently glued your feet to the floor.

"that’s what you think i’m doing? ‘spreadsheeting’?" tim sounds exhausted of the conversation already, granted you don’t even know how long it’s been going on. "i’m.. assessing, which is a completely different thing."

you bite back your own snort and shift your weight, telling yourself you should say something before you hear something you don’t want to, but you’re cut off by the sound of dick letting out a small laugh. "alright, detective. enlighten me. you’ve been with them for how many months now? i can’t talk to one of you without the other there more times than not. at some point, you have to stop tim’ing about it and acknowledge that it’s a lot more than ‘i care about you a statistically significant amount’ before they get tired."

silence follows and you can pretty much imagine the scene inside; dick, hands on his hips after gesturing with his words and tim, rolling his eyes, arms crossed.

"..did you just- ‘tim’ing’? you’re serious?" he asks and dick just makes a sound in response, like that’s not the important part and he’s dodging. "fine. you think i don’t know any of this? do you honestly think you’re sharing some ground breaking thing i’m not aware of?"

"then? say it," dick presses. he’s gentle about it but you can tell he’s getting agitated trying to get him to be honest. "you love them. you do, we all know it, we can all see it. just tell them, the world isn’t going to implode if you have a feeling out loud."

"i don’t know that," he answers blankly and you can practically feel how hard dick pinches the bridge of his nose. "you of all people should understand where i’m coming from. it’s.. a big escalation, okay? it’s permanent and basically says, out loud, for anyone around, that i will burn down everything if anything happens to them."

you cover your mouth before you can gasp, telling yourself you really, really need to either step in or leave. alas, you’re only human and morbid curiosity wins and you’ll just have to endure whatever lecture this is going to gain you.

"yeah, you’re right, i do understand but that doesn’t change what it means," dick says, voice losing that frustrated edge and softening to something a lot more careful. "but tim, everything you just said? that’s kind of the whole point of a relationship, of love."

another moment of silence until you hear the familiar creak of the couch, signaling what you can only assume is tim getting up. "stop acting like this is the easiest thing in the world when it’s not. at least, it’s not for me."

frowning to yourself, you fight the urge to ask why, to tell him it’s no different for any of them.

"okay, why? are you scared because you think they’re going to up and disappear or something? because last time i checked, they aren’t like that."

"i know they aren’t," tim hisses back like he’s offended dick would even attempt to accuse you or tell him about it. he shifts his weight and moves, pacing across the rug, trying to figure out how to explain the war going on in his head. "it’s not a lack of trust in them, but everything else. do you forget i’ve seen what happens when things don’t work out? this city takes anything soft and chews it up. we have enemies just because we exist.. the second i actually say i love them, i might as well stick a sign to their back or send a flyer to ever psycho in gotham like ‘hey everyone, here’s robin’s weak spot, go crazy.’"

"tim, you moron.." you whisper to yourself, leaning to press your forehead against the wall, sighing softly.

"kid, i really hate to break this to you but they’ve been your weak spot well beyond when all this started, and anyone who has ever paid attention already knows it." you hear dick move as he speaks, probably leaning back against one of the chairs or the table. "you guard everything with your life, don’t say you don’t. they deserve to know how you feel even if it’s scary."

you half expect tim to snap back at him, to be done with this conversation and ready to storm out, feeling cornered on something he’s not in the mood to deal with, but you’re proven wrong when you hear his voice again. "have you ever stopped to think that just maybe, i haven't said it because it’s not enough? it’s too small, it’s.. overused. lost it’s meaning with how much it’s been tossed around by jackasses that don’t even know what it feels like. it’s just a placeholder for when people don’t know how to say anything else. that’s not what this is, it never has been."

the world tilts a little at his words and you blink, trying to process what he just said.

"tell me what it is, then."

tim’s voice is quieter than you’re used to hearing, soft in a way you’ve heard maybe a handful of times when absolutely necessary. "it’s non-optional." he moves, turning his back to dick, not wanting to feel as exposed as he just made himself. "they’re not just-.. they’re the base of everything. i already factor them into every contingency, every route. it’s like i can’t even begin to imagine my life without them to the point i’m doing everything in my power to make sure i don’t have to find out what it’s like. every time we go out? i make sure i know the layout, because my first thought is ‘if something goes wrong, could i get them out of here in time?’ or i make sure we sit close enough to an exit. i don’t sleep if they haven’t texted or called. i barely even think of eating every day until i know they’re awake. it’s like i function completely different, better, around them.. and without them? i don’t-.. i don’t know who that would be at this point, dick."

your throats already tight as you listen, feeling that nasty ache in your jaw you can never explain, the telltale sign you’re about to start crying and probably won’t be able to stop it.

"tim.. that is love," dick says and you can hear the slight crack in his voice, one that makes you want to let out this pathetic little laugh of him being sappy about it.

tim doesn’t respond and you hear dick’s hand as it clasps over tim’s shoulder. "you don’t have to tell them.. all of that, unless you want to, but, i’m pretty sure they might like to hear it. start somewhere, okay? they deserve that truth."

you don’t catch the last part, too busy straightening up when you hear footsteps, trying to make sure you don’t look like you just listened to your boyfriend spill his emotional guts through a wall. by the time they step out of the library, you’re as composed as you’ll ever be, leaning a few steps back from your original spot and they both pause upon seeing you.

dick looks between you and you can tell he’s holding back a smile. "well, you two have fun with.. all of that," before he’s gone, down the hall.

"how much of that did you hear?" tim asks, surprisingly calm as he raises a brow.

you could lie, you could totally lie, it’s just most likely not going to work, so you offer a nervous smile. "uh.. you see, i wasn’t planning to hear any of it.. at first i didn’t want to interrupt in general and then it kept going and-"

he cuts you off, taking a small step closer. "how much?"

"the part where you admitted my existence ruins your operational efficiency?"

"that’s.." he purses his lips, "not exactly what i said."

you attempt to come off light, like your entire world didn’t just get cracked open, and shrug. "look, it’s totally fine, i get it. obsession, love, passion, all the fun little things you do to make sure i don’t end up as villain food.. a lot of big words, scary words and scarier feelings," you say, reaching up to pat his cheek. "sure i heard them, but.. i’m not going to ask for them until you’re ready to say them, like.. to my face instead of your brothers."

you can see the brief flicker of annoyance that flashes in his eyes at the last part and instead of speaking, he moves first. tim brings one hand to rest on the wall as he leans closer, the other coming up to your cheek, looking over you with something that looks an awful lot like tenderness. "i don’t think you get it. at all," he mumbles, shaking his head the tiniest bit.

blinking at him, you gently nudge his chest. "tell me, then? always up for learning how to understand your personal language."

the smirk that forms is the one you absolutely adore, all sharp edged and occasionally the reason you want to strangle him. "should you be this smug after confessing to eavesdropping?"

"did you hear me, though? you had no idea. you wanna know who i learned that from?"

"you’re annoying," he muses, huffing out a small laugh. "dick’s an idiot, by the way."

"considering he’s the reason you’re out here basically pinning me to a wall, hopefully about to let me in on how your brain works, that’s rude," you muse back, chuckling. you see how his expression shifts, one minute letting himself look tired and then sharpening again, like he’s afraid he’s about to say the wrong thing.

"i would have gotten here on my own, thanks. my point is he thinks love is.. i don’t know. stupid things you see in movies. the grand gestures, the nearly breaking your neck to run through an airport because you were too stupid to be honest when it mattered." your lips part to call him out on that part but his eyes narrow and you show a cheeky grin, letting him continue. "it’s not like that for me. sure, if you wanted something like that i’d.. figure it out but, it’s so much quieter. it’s.." he furrows his brow, hesitating for a second.

"go on," you mumble, bringing your hand up to rest over the one still lingering at your jaw. "i should know, shouldn’t i?"

"are you sure you want to know?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your face, looking for something, he just doesn’t know what yet.

all you do is nod.

tim clenches his jaw and closes his eye for a brief moment before nodding in return. "okay," he sighs. "love is knowing exactly how many steps it would take to get you to a safe spot from right where we stand, anywhere we are. it’s noticing that your breathing is just barely off, or you looked away for half a second too long, or that you’re standing even the slightest bit off from usual and asking why. it’s wanting to snap at you when you do something reckless but at the same time seeing that you’re okay and reminding myself that yes, this idiot, is mine."

you squint at him, but don’t interrupt.

"it’s.. obsessing over if you ate, if you slept. it’s me wanting to sew a tracker into your jacket and pretending it’s reasonable.. and it’s being one intrusive thought away from making sure you have a panic button in reach everywhere you go, you don’t even realize how many time i’ve scouted your apartment just for the sake of installing one." he glances away, the corner of his lips twitching. "it’s.. not good. i know that. i’m self aware enough to know it’s bad."

"sounding just a little possessive there, drake," you snort, yet you’re still looking at him like he painted the night sky just for you.

something about how he looks back at you makes heat curl low in your abdomen and he leans closer, your foreheads brushing now. "you’re mine, of course i’m possessive.. pretty sure that’s partly why you’re here," he muttered. "but, that’s the problem, isn’t it? because there’s no ending to this where i walk away like it’s perfectly fine."

you think over the words, letting them sink in before your arms come up, sliding around his neck. "so.. i’m just curious.. if this isn’t what you’d call love, can i know what it is? in tim drake language."

he makes a resigned sound as his hand falls, both arms making their way around your waist. "i call it you being the person i can’t live without, even if i tried. and fine, if you want the boring regular person term for it.. i love you."

"tim-" you begin, heart twisting in your chest.

"don’t," he groans, cheeks slowly becoming flushed as he drops his head to your shoulder to hide the embarrassment creeping up. "don’t make it weird. i’m already regretting saying anything and not just yelling at you for spying."

you can’t help but laugh, shifting to pull back to force him to look at you. you could pause to coo over him, make the situation even worse for you but you decide to be nice, pulling him into a kiss that says everything else that he cut off. "just so you know," you mumble once it breaks, nudging his nose, "i’m pretty non-optional about you, too.. have been for a while now."

"good," he says, returning the nudge before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "guess that means we’re on the same page."

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[ruusawa]

Oh, Tim drake you have my heart and soul

[deadendsociety]

[ plastic. ] × basically these are just me annoying moots. ×

monsters, world ending threats, the straight up apocalypse - kon has stood face to face with all of these things, yet it seems his biggest nemesis is the ziplock bag of cookies on the counter. he's been fighting with it for nearly three minutes, tongue out and brows furrowed, attempting to seperate the little plastic flaps at the top.

the same hands you've seen bend steel are currently losing to a bag and you can do nothing but sit at the table chin in your palm, watching him with what can only be a look that says, affectionately, 'i'm in love with a dumbass.' you don't have any room, honestly, thinking back to the several bags and containers you've gone a few rounds with, but the way he's got his eyes narrowed like this is the biggest challenge of his life is beyond amusing.

you bite back a laugh as he groans, pinching and pulling, muttering a threat of just ripping it open and getting a new bag after. you can't help but want to coo over the determination as if watching a stubborn kitchen batting at a bag of treats.

the moment he looks up and sees you, his features flush a faint pink and he clears his throat, straightening up. "what," he asks, a little sharp and a lot defensive, clearly unhappy that you caught him losing a fight to a kitchen essential.

"nothing at all, love," you answer, getting up from the table to pad over, plucking the bag from his hands. with a simple pinch and drag of your point and thumb, the plastic parts and you tug the seal open on the first try, holding it up to him.

he stares at you, full on gawking, mouth even opening a little. "sorcery," he says, snatching the bag away in defeat, "you cheated. i don't know how, but you did."

letting out a small laugh, you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. "nope, just plenty of experience with zip lock bags, babe," you muse, and he mutters something under his breath about unfair advantages, but his eyes are bright as he finally plucks one of the cookies out.

"thanks," he says, dropping the bag to the counter as he bites into the treat, melting into contentment and happiness, grinning at you like you won him a prize. you just shake your head and turn, heading back to the table.

× @quackywrites @ruusawa ×

[ruusawa]

Ugh he’s too cute

[kitkatscabinet]

JUST WANNA TASTE IT

pairing | hal jordan x fem! reader a/n | part of my dc kinktober 2025; cunnilingus 18+ mdni

You wake to an arm sliding around your waist, a puff of warm breath against your neck as Hal desperately inhales your scent.

"Hal?" Your vision is still blurry with sleep, your voice groggy as you try to orient yourself from the sudden wake-up call.

"sorry, just needed to touch you." He murmurs apologetically, "Go back to sleep."

You’re exhausted, but there's no chance you'll sleep again knowing he's back now. Hal’s been gone for weeks, and you know how much he needs this, needs to feel your warmth beneath his hands after being away in space for so long. You need it too —the reassurance that he's back, safe, and whole.

You let out a huff at the ridiculous suggestion, turning to face him, your noses bumping and making you giggle. "Hi," you whispered, brushing your lips lightly against his, "missed you."

"Missed you too, baby, missed you so bad it hurts." He murmured back before kissing you gently, a hand coming up to hold your cheek.

You kiss him back lethargically, content to simply bask in his presence, the tenderness of the moment. Hal, though, seems to have other ideas as he begins to trail kisses down your jaw, neck, and collarbone, his hands reaching down to tug at the hem of your shirt —his shirt.

"Hal—"

"Shh, baby, I’ll do all the work. Please, just let me taste you. I need it." He begged, rolling your pliant form onto your back as he managed to fling your shirt across the room.

Holy Fuck. As if you'd ever say no to that.

Hal's a man possessed, mapping out every inch of your body with his lips, tongue and hands. Your skin burns, mouth falling open in a string of moans as he pays special attention to your tits before nosing his way down your belly to your panty line. He pulls away just enough to rip them off, not giving you even a second to breathe before he's licking hungrily at your soaked cunt.

"Hal—Fuck!" Your hands tangle harshly in his hair, tugging on the locks a little too harshly, hips arching off the mattress. Before you can apologise for pulling too hard, Hal moans loudly, eyelids fluttering as his fingers clench tightly around the flesh of your hips.

"Do that again," he gasps, reaching up to coax one of your hands back into his hair. Experimentally, you tug once more and are rewarded with another delicious moan that reverberates pleasantly up your spine.

Hal laps at your pussy like a parched man in a desert, throwing one of your thighs over his shoulder as he attempts to get even closer.

"God, look at how desperate you are,” you murmured, entranced with the sight of him between your thighs. "This what you needed? My pussy?"

"Mmhmm," He groaned, "You taste so good, sweetheart. Best thing I've ever tasted."

Your breath catches in your throat, thighs clenching around his ears. You're both so worked up already that you doubted you'd last long, but the surety of his words, his singleminded devotion to your pleasure, has you rapidly reaching your orgasm.

"Hal, baby, 'm so close—"

You didn't think it was possible, but your words have him doubling his efforts, his tongue sliding between your wet folds, before he focuses his attention on your clit. Your hips buck desperately, prompting him to tighten his grip, holding you in place "Come on, sweetheart—cum for me." He murmured.

The world narrows down to Hal's tongue and fingers, words failing you beyond a mindless string of babbled praise and his name, until your orgasm hits you like a truck, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Hal's not deterred, even when you start to squirm from the oversensitivity, "Hal, Hal, baby, slow down, m'sensitive—"

You eventually manage to tug him off you, chest heaving and head spinning as you fight to regain your senses.

Hal whines at the loss of contact, leaning his head against your still trembling thigh. He looks wrecked, eyes glassy and lips glossy with spit and cum.

"You're so beautiful like this," he croaks.

You think he must be mistaken, though, because with his hair a dishevelled mess from your fingers, eyes half lidded and staring up at you as he attempts to nose back between your thighs, you're sure Hal's the prettiest thing to ever exist.

[ruusawa]

I need Hal written by Kat all day every day

[kitkatscabinet]

NOT SAFE FOR THE WATCHTOWER

pairing | barry allen x fem! reader x bruce wayne a/n | 18+ mdni. part of my dc kinktober 2025; sex tape. tag & div credit for my love @froggibus

It's an inconspicuous thing, a small nondescript hard drive left on the untouched sheets of his equally untouched room aboard the watchtower. Bruce's not worried about it; the pastel pink envelope decorated with hearts and a simple note reading 'play me, xo' easily lets him know who the sender, or senders, are.

Despite the exhaustion plaguing his being from the supposed to be week-long, turned month-long trip away from Earth, away from you and Barry, Bruce can't help the burning curiosity from overtaking him.

It's only the knowledge that you've just left on your own mission that has Bruce reaching for a laptop and settling on his practically unused mattress instead of heading straight for the manor.

Anticipation curls in his gut, fingers tapping relentlessly against his forearm as he waits impatiently for the screen to flicker to life. Bruce's just slipped the cowl off, leaning against the pillows, when he's treated to the sight of your black and red lingerie-clad tits as you lean back from the camera.

He watches, mouth dry and eyes memorising every detail, searing it into his memory as you sashay away from the camera, toward Barry. Barry, who's sprawled naked across the silken sheets of the bed the three of you share, skin flushed a beautiful red all the way down his chest.

Bruce is enraptured, completely mesmerised as he watches you straddle Barry's waist. The camera's high enough quality that he can see the sweat sliding down your collarbones, the glistening liquid coating Barry's mouth and chin, making Bruce's imagination run wild.

You'd clearly already cum at least once, probably three times at least, knowing Barry. Had he held you down? Made you squirm from the overstimulation until tears ran from your pretty eyes? Or had you straddled Barry's face, similar to now, simply taking what you wanted until the speedser's jaw ached and he was whining for release?

"You're so pretty like this, baby, isn't he, Bruce?" You coo, turning your head to the side to wink at the camera as Barry flushes an even deeper pink, his hips jolting when you wrap a manicured hand around his leaking cock.

"Please," Barry gasped, voice only just audible, "please, need you, need—"

"I know, baby, I know." you cooed, running a soothing finger over his cheek before turning to face the camera again. "What do you think, Bruce? Should I let him cum?"

Jesus Christ.

"Yes," Bruce whispers in unison with the recording of Barry, the blond throwing his head back against the pillow with a choked whine. His cock aches, begging to be released from the confines of his suit, but Bruce is too enraptured with the scene in front of him. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't even dare to breathe as he watches you pull your panties to the side before sinking down on Barry in one swift movement.

"Shit—" Barry practically sobs, hands gripping the flesh of your hips bruisingly. You don't even give him a second to adjust before you set a punishing pace, nails digging into his chest as you take what you want from the writhing blond.

"Feels good?"

"Y—es!"

"Why don't you tell Bruce how good it feels? What he's missing out on?" You grin wickedly, using a finger to tilt Barry's chin toward the camera.

Both men groaned loudly at your words, and Bruce has never been more thankful for the lead-lined, soundproof walls.

"S'good, feels s'good, perfect." He whimpers, making you giggle and grin wickedly at Barry's fucked out state.

Even behind the lens of a camera, Bruce can tell Barry's about to cum, hands trembling and breath hitching as he tries not to vibrate through the mattress, and you know it too.

"M'gonna—" Barry gasps, only for you to cut him off by sliding your fingers in his mouth.

"I know, go ahead, baby." Like he was waiting for your permission, Barry's eyelids flutter closed, fingers flexing against your waist and hips stilling as he cums hard, his pretty moans muffled by your fingers.

You continue to grind your hips down against Barry even as he squirms from the overstimulation, stilling only when tears start to slide down Barry's flushed cheeks.

Standing, you saunter toward the camera, Bruce's gaze laser-focused on the sticky mess between your thighs.

"We miss you, hurry home, Bruce." You whispered tenderly, leaning down to kiss the camera lens before the screen went black. Leaving Bruce alone with an ache in his chest and a throbbing cock.

[ruusawa]

Oh my LORD-

[kitkatscabinet]

BREEDING KINK

pairing | wally west x fem! reader. a/n | 18+ mdni. part of my dc kinktober 2025, for my pookie @froggibus you can have it a little early as a treat

"Wall— Wally," you gasped, fingers lacing through his sweaty locks clinging to the back of his neck, your other hand gripping the sheets like a lifeline.

His lips left a burning trail across your neck, collarbones, chest, anywhere he could reach without pulling away from you, without pulling out.

Time has become a meaningless concept; the seconds have blurred into what feels like hours of Wally lavishing you with his touch, pinning you against the mattress with his warmth until nothing exists outside of him.

His hips cant against yours, punching a whine from your throat. Your voice is hoarse from chanting his name, the only word you can manage to conjure anymore in your fucked out state, "Wall-y."

"Yeah, baby? Feels good?" He grunts, reaching for your hand clutching at the bed sheets and intertwining your fingers with his.

"S'too much." You slur, tongue heavy and thighs trembling from the last three orgasms your relentless husband had pulled from you.

"Shhh," he soothes, moving to pepper kisses over your jaw and cheeks wet with tears, pulled from the near-overwhelming pleasure Wally was granting you, "you're doing so good, honey, feel so good."

"Wally, I can't—"

"Yes, you can. One more, baby, just one more." He pleads, free hand running down your stomach before his fingers brush over your swollen clit, making you yelp and jolt.

"You can do that for me? Be a good girl and give me one more? Take everything I give you?" There's a slight furrow in his brow, beads of sweat trailing down his neck, tantalisingly.

All you can do is nod, eyes rolling back as your mouth falls open in a soundless scream, a sharp contrast to Wally's breathless rambles, "Gonna fill you up, and you're gonna take it for me, aren't you? M'gonna make you a mama. You're gonna be such a pretty mama."

There's a reverent fever to his words. Which, combined with his expert touch, and your sensitivity, has your orgasm tearing through you with a shout of his name, your nails scraping over his scalp.

"That's it, honey, shit—" he hisses, hips faltering as you clench down on him, and that's all it takes before he's following you over the edge, spilling warm ropes of cum deep inside of you.

He collapses gently against you, nuzzling into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as an anchor. He's still inside you, with no indication he's moving anytime soon. Wally hikes one of your thighs over his waist, pressing deeper into you.

"Wally—" You whine, only for him to cut you off with a gentle kiss as he murmurs against your lips.

"Gotta stay like this, make sure it takes. You wanna be a mama, don't you? Wanna have my baby?"

You barely nod once before he's off again, grinding slowly and coaxing a string of punched-out noises from your chest, "then I'm staying right here, gotta make sure it takes."

[ruusawa]

Everyone needs blessing with this oh my god

Wally West the man you are

[distant-screaming]

thank you for the tag @stormyrainyday I love excuses to not do my homework and also yap 🤠🤠

Currently Reading: I just finished the manga 'Ikigami: The Ultimate Limit' (absolutely amazing premise, and most of the read was so genuinely compelling, though the ending did fall a bit flat. still recommend), and I've checked out 'The Last Equation of Isaac Severy' by Nova Jacobs from the library!

Last Song: Burgeoisieses by Conan Gray (such a banger my newest on repeat)

Last Film: The Roses (with my mom. she was like what did we just watch which made me laugh)

Last Series: 'Astra Lost in Space' for anime, Persona 3 Reload for games (I know it's not relevant per se I just wanted to mention P3R. I like P3R.)

Sweet/Savory/Salty: savory everyyyy time

Tea or Coffee: both, but actually neither I'm mostly a soup girl

Working on: on my gosh. matsuhana fic, bachirin fic, palmnueng fic, wlw birdflash fic... a game for my game dev class, learning a riff on the guitar, a crochet project for my sister.... I think that's it?

tags for my beloveds: @winnysatang @welcome-to-the-shit-library @thelesbianthespianposts @ranchthoughts @ruruss @kamileonik @jjsanguine @thiaquiche and you 🫵 mwah ily

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Im never tagged in these so idk if I’m supposed to make my own post or what but imma just reblog

Currently Reading: Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow bc apparently it’s what the upcoming supergirl movie is based on and I haven’t read it in forever

Last Song: G.U.Y. It’s pretty underrated as Lady Gaga songs go and I can’t stop listening to it

Last Film: Minority Report. Pretty boring and weird by tom cruise movie standards honestly

Last Series: I’m currently addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Sweet/Savory/Salty: I gotta go sweet

Tea or Coffee: Tea. I hate the taste of coffee

Working on: a million drawings that I will never ever post so idk if they count

Tags: @summerf0x @blueskiesandstarrynights @warriorlid14 @edorielle @incorrect-green-lantern-quotes @astronomifier @awigglycultist

[bookkeeper-of-oa]

oop I just saw this, thanks for the tag @thelesbianthespianposts!

Currently Reading: The Dawn of Yangchen

Last Song: Bad Romance by Halestorm

Last Film: K-Pop Demon Hunters

Last Series: Grand Blue

Sweet/Savory/Salty: Sweet, tho if spicy was an option I probably would go with that

Tea or Coffee: Iced coffee in the summer, jasmine or oolong tea in the winter

Working on: A drawing of my favorite Pokemon. Also Wonder Woman is in it because I gotta beat the allegations that I only draw Lanterns (the only person making these allegations is me)

Tagging @gasps-inspanish @somebodyssherlock-heterodyne @speeedsters @canontypicalgoblins

[speeedsters]

currently reading: man what am i NOT reading 😂 but before i got this notification i was reading elektra: assassin and silver age flash and what i’m mainly reading is my reread of impulse

last song: currently listening to don’t dream it’s over by crowded house

last film: fantastic four! i saw it opening weekend i really don’t watch movies 😭

last series: netflix daredevil

sweet/savory/salty: sweet. no questions

tea or coffee: i don’t really drink either 😭 but i suppose tea since that’s close to chai (right?)

what am i working on: i’m doing a gift exchange so i’m working on those fics and writing those inspired me to start writing my own separate to it and i’ve also got ten million drawings lol

tags: @shoot-i-messed-up @bonnibelerm @twobatsies i can’t think of any more mutuals i have 💔

[twobatsies]

thanks for the tag!!

currently reading: the phantom of the opera (i'm rereading books i read a few years ago)

last song: spillways by ghost

last film: the f1 movie 💀 hated it

last series: better call saul, my comfort series <3

sweet/savory/salty: sweet!!

tea or coffee: coffee every day

what i'm working on: rereading all the books on my shelf before buying new ones

tagging: @ceeramics @reillyikes @vestroiarae @lesbianroy 💞💞

[ceeramics]

Thanks for the tag thom 💚

Currently reading: Another Country by James Baldwin and Wild Swans by Jung Chang

Last song: All my happiness is gone by Purple Mountains

Last film: 12 Angry Men

Last series: How I Met Your Mother

Sweet/savoury/salty: gotta go with salty or savoury

Tea or coffee: coffee in the mornings tea in the evenings

What I’m currently working on: a plethora of unfinished fics and essays

Tagging: @616swanda @chanth-thara @abstractnero and @froggibus but no pressure

[froggibus]

ahhh ty for including me cee <3 himym is my fave show of all time!!!

Currently reading: Dark Nights: Death Metal & Project Hail Mary

Last song: Take Me To Church by Hozier

Last film: Halloweentown

Last series: Wednesday

Sweet/savoury/salty: sweet all the way

Tea or coffee: coffee!! but i'm also partial to matcha (drinking some as we speak <3)

What I’m currently working on: many many fics for kinktober + regular reqs, and about a million assignments for school </3

low pressure tags -> @envy-kitty @kitkatscabinet @moviecritc @suigenerisisadiva @iridescentdaemon @black-cubes

[kitkatscabinet]

Teehee thanks for including me bestie ☺️

Currently reading: Booster Gold v2 #27 as part of the blackest night saga

Last song: Off the rails by Benee

Last film: jeepers creepers

Last series: playing Gracie darling

Sweet/savoury/salty: salty

Tea or coffee: secret third option: energy drink Tea

Currently working on: nothing 😭😭 I need to start my kinktober fics

NPT tags: @pixxievomit @iydiamartinx @ruusawa

[ruusawa]

Thank for the tag my love, I’ll find some super awesome totally tame lanterns fan art for you

Currently reading: Nightwing 1997 (again), and the new Batgirl

Last song: track 10 by charlie xcx

Last film: juror no2 and omg it had me on the edge of my seat the entire time, Nicholas Hoult is an amazing actor omg

Last series: The Legend of Vox Machina, rewatching because C4 starts on Oct 2nd AND IM SO EXCITED OMGGGG BRENNAN DM?!!!!! everyone is going to be sick of me when it starts. ALSO S5 ANNOUNCEMENT TOO IM EATING

Sweet/savoury/salty: sweet

Tea or coffee: letting the Brits down here I actually hate tea with a passion, coffee with a million sugars

Currently working on: all my request, and an extremely guilty pleasure batlantern x reader that’s already 2k words and I haven’t even gotten to the threesome-

No pressure tags: @pixxievomit @wingfleur

[kitkatscabinet]

DC BOYS & LOVE ISLAND CONCEPTS

Roy applies as soon as he finds out batsis! reader is on the show, he’s not taking any chances, absolutely hacks into the casting teams servers and gets himself on the show.

He is not about to watch as you crack on with a bunch of guys that aren’t him, not when he’s been pining for years! There’s the added bonus that none of your brothers are around to stop him now.

Is so smug in beach hut interviews, speaks to the camera like he’s directly taunting your brothers in a way that’ll get his ass beat the second he gets home.

(Dick frantically applies just to try and break you up 😔)

Ollie joins as a PR stunt, he figures he'll be in and out, a week, maybe two before he’s leaving and not thinking much of anyone still on the show again.

That plan goes straight out the window when you enter the villa as a bombshell. Dedicates all his attention to wooing you. You click instantly and it’s with some legal manoeuvring around whatever contracts you’ve signed that your leaving the villa together before the show’s over.

It’s not like he needs the money anyway.

Michael gets the most attention from the girls initially, a 6'5 blonde hottie with that footballer build? Everyone wants to climb him like a tree. That is, until he opens his mouth.

He’s not exactly the most traditionally intelligent guy, and his cockiness rubs quite a few people the wrong way.

Is so confident until you actually start flirting with him, kissing him in challenges and sharing a bed every night and you suddenly find that he’s actually very sweet. Immediately runs and tattles to you when anyone tries flirting with him. (Casa is so rough for him.)

Despite this, everyone’s completely baffled at how he pulled you, especially because he’s not above gloating when you turn down other guys.

Hal drunkenly applies after being egged on by Barry, forgets all about it until he gets the call that he’s been cast. Goes on for the laughs, (and cause he’s not a little bitch), figures he’ll have some fun before bowing out.

Ends up so down bad for his day 1 girl, when casa rolls around, he's like a war-weary wife waiting for her husband to return. He’s like a completely different man, a total sad sack that doesn’t even bother speaking to the casa girls.

Neither of you mind much if you’re eliminated, you’ve got each other after all, but you’re both kind of competitive and are clearly the best couple, so why shouldn’t you win?

Wally signs Kyle up as a slightly malicious prank. Jokes on him, Kyle ends up being the most popular casa boy by far. Everyone wants a slice of the pretty, sensitive artsy lover boy, leaving Wally to seethe from his couch as Kyle effortlessly lands the most stunning girl.

Hasn’t spent so long on earth for a while and kind of doesn’t even understand the concept of Love Island. Cries when someone steals you at a recoupling :(

[ruusawa]

When worlds collide 🥰

I just know one of my mutuals is screaming rn because they sat through all of my love island commentary this year lmao

[ruusawa]

Sorry I’ve been MIA, I haven’t been well again : (

I’m working on the ficlets they’ll be out soon when I’m feeling better

[ruusawa]

5 for Hal (Reader to him if you may 🙏)

I had too much fun writing this

Thank you anon, more people need to be calling Hal beautiful honestly

[ruusawa]

✶⋆.˚ Hal Jordan x gn!reader

✶⋆.˚ requested by anon from this list

✶⋆.˚ Hal “knows a place”, this is pure fluff, love confessions, I just love him

✶⋆.˚ 337 words

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When Hal told you he “knows a place,” you were expecting a nice beach with a sunset, maybe some hole in the wall with surprisingly good food.

Not space.

But you suppose that’s one of the many perks of dating a Green Lantern.

The view takes your breath away, hand pressed against the lantern construct you’re in as you stare down at the earth.

“Wow,” is all you can say.

“Yeah, pretty neat, huh?” Hal’s got that smug look on his face, the look that says he knows he’s impressed you. He’s not wrong; this is the best date you’ve ever been on.

You nod along as Hal starts telling you all about the sector. You don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but he’s so passionate, you do your best to keep up as Hal describes one of the many planets he’s saved.

You can’t help but admire him, the way his suit (uniform?) clings to him, the slope of his nose, his lips. They’re softer than they look. Hal started using chapstick when you started dating. You love him, you realise. Because you’re in space, in the stars, looking down on the earth in a way only a select few ever will. But you’re not looking at that, not taking in that beauty, you can’t look away from Hal.

“You’re beautiful,” your voice cuts through Hal’s sentence, making him pause.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful,” you repeat.

The red that colours Hal’s cheeks spreads down his neck, under his suit. “You could say I’m out of this world, yeah?” It comes out awkward, clunky; he’s trying to deflect.

You laugh anyway, Hal relaxes a touch.

“I mean it,” you say. “You really are just… beautiful.”

Hal’s smile is soft, adoring, as he sits next to you, sliding through the construct with ease.

“Says the most beautiful person in this entire universe,” he murmurs, hand coming to rest on your cheek.

“I love you,” you whisper the confession, surrounded by a sea of stars.

“I love you, too.”

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aaaaaa I love him too much

I want to give him the world, more people need to tell Hal he’s beautiful immediately

Here, a Hal for you to chew on @kitkatscabinet

Request for the ficlet/drabble list are still open

[deadendsociety]

38 — you make me happier than i ever thought i could be and if you let me, i will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way.

@ruusawa

your eyes were starting to droop, your temple pressed to the plastic wrapped chain of a swingset. you couldn't recall when you got there or how long it had been, just the fact dick was next to you, holding your hand like it was his only tether to reality.

both of you were just barely swaying back and forth, ignoring the fact it was three in the morning and he should have been on some rooftop while you were tucked away in bed. normal routines, but you never turned down a chance to spend extra time with him, even if it meant getting a little nauseous from the lack of sleep.

before you could drift off, his thumb moved against your knuckles and you blinked a times, glancing over to him. the corner of his mouth was drawn up in a small smile and you squeezed his hand, speaking softly; "what's go you all smiley..?"

when he looked at you, you were lucky you didn’t melt into the uncomfortable swing set seat with how warm his gaze was. for once in what felt like forever, it didn't feel like you were looking into a maelstrom of emotions he tried to keep pushed down.

"it took me a long time to realize i could even have happiness like this, you know? that i could be this happy and not.. care if anyone had something to say about it," he answered, just above a whisper, "i always thought.. well, i mean, i've had a pretty good life if you want to take all the tradgety, and i've known love before. i've been lucky, luckier than most people i know that do the same thing, but this.. you-"

he took a deep breath and let it out slow, tipping his head back to look up at the dark sky. "you make everything feel lighter.. it doesn't feel like you're constantly expecting something from me. i want things- a future, with you, that i didn't even know i was allowed to want."

clearing his throat, dick looked at you again, a boyish grin on his features. "if you let me, i think i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way.. to make you feel even half of what you've given me. the happiness, the freedom, the love.. the love that i know for a fact i haven't always deserved."

your eyebrows dragged together as you got up, struggling only slightly before shuffling to stand in front of him, palms pressing to his cheeks until his lips puffed up slightly. "deserved? you've deserved every second that i've loved you, don't do that. don't act like some mistakes make you unworthy of being loved," you huffed, leaning down to kiss his head.

dick leaned up towards the press and let out a weak laugh, knowing that if he didn't, it would turn into a sob instead. "yeah," he mumbled, reaching to pull you closer, "you're right. fine. i love you, too."

[ruusawa]

I love him so much 🥺

[deadendsociety]

1 — in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. in all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

@ruusawa

this one is actually beta read cause i got nervous lmfao

"please look at each other and join hands. you may now share your vows."

kori's hands trembled as they slid into yours, green gaze locked on your own as she took in a small breath. you knew she wasn't nervous by any means and the tremble against your palm came from a different place, more in anticipation and excitement, and the deep passion that ran through her veins, but that didn't stop you from offering a reassuring squeeze.

you, on the other hand, were trying to ignore your nerves like the plague, focused on admiring her: the dress she wore, shimmering under the soft fairylights that adorned the arch above you and the way she had golden ribbons weaved through her fiery hair. you were so busy taking her in that you almost missed when she finally began to speak.

"on tamaran, we do not speak lightly of love, nor do we promise it unless we are ready to offer everything we are.. i have waited and searched for something felt like home to me," she spoke proudly, nothing but love in her gaze, "i have seen stars fall and be born, galaxies crumble in on themselves. i have tasted that of freedom and of fear.. and i have known pain, as much as i've known joy."

one of her hands lifted, fingertips brushing against your cheek so lightly it made your lashes flutter. "never until you have i known such a peace.. your heart, your kindness.." her breath hitched, the softest of laughs sounding. "in all the worlds, there has never been nor will there ever be a heart for me like yours. it is not only love but recognition.. as if every piece of me was created with you in mind."

she took a small step closer, tears brimming as her palm settled fully on your cheek, taking another slow, collective breath. "there is no love for you in this universe.. from any world, any star, any lifetime.. that will shine for you as mine does. i am yours and i have always been yours."

her hand shifted, wiping away a tear you weren't even aware had fallen, before sliding back into your own, finishing her words softly; "i vow that as long as breath lives in me, you will never forget how deeply.. how fiercely and how fully you are loved."

[ruusawa]

Stop I’m sobbing