𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: He Calls/Finds You After Months Of Being Apart
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Damian Wayne x reader, italics are actions and thoughts
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
"No, you know what it's not fair that you get to just call me whenever the fuck you want after you push me away and acted like I was the problem!" You yell as you stand there under the small awning that leads to your apartment complex, Damian's hand still on your elbow holding you there. He had ambushed you in public after almost a year of being apart from him.
"I thought staying away from you was the smartest decision I could come up with because the people that were after me... I didn't want them using you as leverage because the second I would have seen that you were in danger I would have done anything to keep you safe. I'm trying to be good, I'm trying not to kill anyone anymore." He says with a tone of annoyance but not at you only at the perpetrators that have been stalking his every last step for the last year. Damien's green eyes shine and glimmer in the dim lighting they only sound like that of the rain and your synced breathing as if your bodies are remembering each other as if it had just been only a day apart.
The features of your face often as you realize how honest he's being, he's tried so hard to be better for you, to be better for himself. You can see the care appreciation and protectiveness in his eyes it's clear if anyone touched you those blue eyes might as well have turned red.
"Listen, I know you're mad at me you have a really damn good reason to be mad at me the way I didn't explain anything and the way I was so rude to you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you I'm not that guy, that I'm not the asshole that would be so cruel to you to say those kinds of things. But for now I just need you to trust me if you still have it in your heart you want to be with me." His hands find yours in the sliver of light that creeps out from the entrance to the apartment complex.
"I don't know if I'm insane for your telling the truth but I've missed you and now the day is gone by that I haven't thought of you even after everything you said to me. All that shit, it fucking broke me and you have to promise you would never do that again." Your voice quivers and quakes as it's your rolls down your cheek because it's true you've thought about him every single day what about me because you're pissed off at him or you just want it back.
"Look at me." He says with a gentle but firm tone as his hand finds your chin gently pulling up so that your eyes will find his, carefully wiping the tear from your cheek. "I know it's been a long time and I know there's a lot we need to unpack but I want you to know that I'm serious about this and I'm serious about us."
"Yeah, I think we can do that it's just going to take a lot of relearning to know that you mean what you say."
He can see the sadness in your eyes the way the trust that you both had built up over such a long relationship I've been shattered by his cruel words and his even cooler actions and maybe even more so by his absence. "I'll take it as slow as you need." His arms are wrapped around you and pull you gently to his chest one of his hands riding the back of your neck just to gently massage the skin below it the way he used to.
Your body molds to his again remembering him as if he never left craving every little touch he has to offer. A shaky breath leaves your body and you wrap your arms around him just trying to allow yourself to let someone in again. His arms move down to your behind, scooping you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he guides you both inside away from the streets of Gotham and into the quiet safety of your home.
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: Chris brings home the innocent plant woman he found in an abandoned lab in Corto Maltse
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Christopher Smith/Peacemaker x fem innocent reader, italics are actions and thoughts
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
No one told Amanda Waller before during or after Task Force X "disbanded" that Chris had found you in an abandoned lab in Corto Maltese or that one of the reasons Peacemaker killed Rick Flag was in pursuit of keeping you safe. You had powers similar to one well known green Gothamite, the way your skin turned green in the light fascinates him, the way you look at him with stars in your eyes like he's not a fuck up.
Harley had smuggled you away after the whole Starro business and Peacemaker v Bloodsport and Rick Flag business but Chris very secretively tracked you down and picked you up as soon as he was well enough to do so very much to Harley's displeasure but Chris wasn't leaving without you and Harley was still in deep with a lot of the people in Gotham.
After being imprisoned for so long and bouncing around at Harley's you looked at his dump of a trailer like it was a home, even if it definitely needs some major tlc. You love on Eagly like he's the best pet in the world, everything here is perfect in your mind due to being in an abandoned lab for the last eight years.
"Um, yeah. Make yourself at home, Sweetheart." He sets down two duffles, one of his Peacemaker gear and the other of the clothes Harley bought you on a "shopping spree" aka she stole a bunch of shit and gave you whatever she thought would look cute on you. Chris is slowly realizing he has more than just Eagly to take care of and Eagly basically takes care of himself.
He rummages through his dresser, grabbing a towel some boxers and a shirt handing them to you forgetting you have your own but also seeing the very tight clothes Harley "acquired" for you. Chris gestures with his head the direction of the bathroom. "You can shower if you want, just make sure the water runs clear before getting in. I haven't been home in a while or there's bound to be some rust in the pipes."
He smiles a bit to himself as you make your way to his bathroom, you're downright adorable and he finds himself actually caring about something other than fast women and one nighters. He then grabs a garbage bag and starts attempting to clean up his trailer, cleaning up the trash littered around the place from the party he had pre getting arrested.
It's been a few days and you've settled in really well, he took the couch and you took the bed but every night without fail you crawl in with him. At first, he didn't know how to feel about it but learned quickly how much better you both sleep together. He's like a big warm body cuddly bear that chased every bit of your worry away with his hands gently running through your hair and along your back to keep your nightmares away.
Today, Chris is gone with Vig for a few hours, you're bored out of your mind, the tv doesn't look interesting and so you started looking around finding a trunk under his bed of magazines of naked women, some old VHS tape things, and a weird looking flashlight thing, pulling them out curiously flipping through the pages, a few of them stuck together.
"I'm back home, Sweetpea. I brought us some different foods for you to try." Chris shouts from the other room, of course not knowing you shouldn't be looking at the items you've found you leave them on the bed playing with the little flashlight thingy you found.
Chris rounds the corner of his bedroom, shocked by what he finds but the confused look on your face says it all. You have no idea what you're looking at. "Look how pretty they all are." You say still holding the weird item you found which makes his face go ashy and pale, he bolts over to you with a worried and concerned expression.
"Nononononono. No!" He grabs your wrist and swiftly guides you to the bathroom, taking your much smaller hands in his and starts lathering them up with soap and water.
"Are you mad at me? You seem mad." You ask as he makes sure to very thoroughly and completely wash your hands, getting every nook and cranny even under your nails.
"What? No. No, I'm not mad, Angel. I just should've told you not to get into that, I really need to throw all that stuff away anyways." He genuinely had forgotten about it, all that stuff was from before he got with you. Chris then rinses your hands gentler than he was before as he realizes how frantic he was acting must've come off as anger to you.
"Dry your hands, okay? I got us dinner." He guides you over to the towel rack, making sure to keep his place clean now that you're here. Before he didn't care about keeping the place neat or leaving the seat up or keeping fresh towels but after the first time you fell in, he double and triple checks that the seats down, with you it's different he actually cares about you.
Another incident happened a week later when he found you digging in the yard with Eagly behind his trailer, Eagly was burying something dead, you? You're tracking in mud and using the very few dishes from his kitchen as flower pots.
"Hey, wipe your feet! Were you born in a-" He stops himself realizing you were essentially abandoned in that lab to starve to death so he softens his voice. "Just make sure you don't bring dirt in."
"You're a bad influence on her, Eagly. Bad bird." He wipes his hands over his face and guides you inside the bathroom to shower. Handing you yet again one of his shirts cause a. Harley didn't get you anything that wasn't skin tight, b. You insist on smelling like him literally using your powers to make the smell of his cologne permeate from you, a way of self soothing and c. He thinks you look adorable in his clothes.
"Chris?" You ask with a soft tone in your voice as you strip out of your clothes putting them in the new hamper he bought a few days ago, your skin being a beautiful green everywhere the sun had hit it.
"What, Sweetpea?" He asks as he turns on the water the correct temperature for you, making sure it's not too hot or not too cold; not that you minded either way due to your chlorokinesis you didn't mind too much if it was too cold but Chris has learned how you tend to like warmer showers.
"Adrian said I'm your girlfriend. Is that true?" You ask as you step into the shower wetting your hair and body before washing with his bodywash, something only slightly feminine but named something slightly masculine to market it to men like Black Vanilla or Arctic Rose or something, the loofah sudsing up in your hands making the soap slide down your forearms. He clears his throat thinking about his answer for a few minutes.
"If you want it to be, yeah. I don't mind. I really like having you around here, you and your plants make the place more lively, you make it feel like home. We'll take it however slow you need, okay?" Chris normally wouldn't be the type for slow but this with you? It's real and he'd do anything to make sure you feel safe, never alone and never abandoned like that. You'd already started looking a lot healthier than when he found you, a lot more full of life. Chris leaves the bathroom to give you some space, taking the laundry basket with him so he can wash your dirt filled laundry.
A while later you come out in your thong and one of his shirts, of course Harley gave you thongs she said it was to "boost your confidence" and "let the sun in." He doesn't mind really, he thought he'd have a hard time not staring but as his love and understanding got deeper and he realized how comfortable you must have to be to be around him like that. He's changing for the better and you're the reason why and you don't even know it. Part of him thinks he doesn't deserve it but the other part realizes he doesn't trust you with almost anyone else.
Can I do a sort of double request for blurbs of the Justified men with a plus sized reader, and also a blurb of them with a partner with super bad periods? Your writing has been quenching my Justified thirst 🖤🖤
Would you perchance be willing to write some batboys with a reader whose muscle cramps mid spicy moment because they keep tensing? (Personal experience, hurts so bad 0/10)
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑨 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔)
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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: semi-spice, fluff
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts, (i love this idea sm and i love when yall say perchance, its cute.)
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏: "Babe! Babe! Stop! Stop!" You let out a hiss of pain, your thigh had cramped up from where it rested on his shoulder literally shooting from your back to your calf. Your nails dug into his shoulder with a different purpose than the ecstasy you were feeling just moments prior.
"Oh! Oh my god!" Dick scrambled off you like someone screamed fire, worry shot to his face. 'Had he done something wrong? Were you not enjoying it? Oh god, what if I hurt her?'
"My- My thigh." You almost choked on a sob, the whole thing hurting even more now that Dick wasn't underneath it to support it, your thigh begging to go down but also aching at the sudden movement of your lover.
"Oh, Oh my god, Honey. I'm so sorry." He quickly moves his large hands to your thigh and gently presses his thumbs into the tight muscles in your thigh to hopefully help them relax. He keeps going, watching your face, his fingers searching for any more tension.
"I'm so sorry, Dick. It came out of nowhere. I totally ruined the mood. Shit, I'm sorry." You realized how close you both were when it happened, if it had just held off for a few more minutes.
"No, No. Don't start that shit. I'm going to get a warm washcloth, some of my clothes, and a powerade, and we can cuddle the rest of the night. How's that sound, Sweetie?"
"Yeah, yeah. That sounds great, I just wish-" You looked up at him from the silk navy blue sheets you rest on, attempting to apologize again to the blue eyed angel baby infront of you.
"Do it again, I'm gonna choke you out...and not the way you like." He then gently smacks your thigh with a smirk as he heads off to get the things he needs to take care of you, always such a gentleman. A whistle leaves your lips as you see his ass and the long scratch marks you left along his back, he doesn't turn around but you know that smile on his face is wider than the Grand Canyon.
𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅: "Jay! Fuck! Babe! Babe! St- Stop." You reached back and shoved him a bit hard but it's necessary when he was fucking you like a jackhammer bent over the bed, one of your knees on the mattress. The muscle on the inside of your thighs burns, it's so tight you can't move it.
"Such a brat, waiting til such a critical moment to cramp up." He smacks your ass before moving his fingers to the inside of your thigh to apply deep but gentle pressure. "Such a pain in my ass."
"Keep talking like that and you're grounded from anything that has to do with my body." You snapped back at him, a bit pissed cause it't not like you want this to happen as much as he doesn't.
"I'm not talking to you, Gorgeous. I'm talking to your asshole leg muscle."
"Mmmmhnm. Whatever you say, Peter." You reach down to massage your thigh as well, and Jason smacks it away like it personally offended him by even being there.
"Quit calling me my middle name, Brat." He gently nips at your shoulder, his fingers still moving against the tightness in your thigh. "You need the heating pad, Beautiful. Hmmm?" He mumbles against your skin.
"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, Hun." Leaning forward to lay on the bed to get even more pressure off your thigh, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips.
"So...I couldn't find the heating pad but I found this rice sock thingy Alfred made me a while back and I brought you a pink powerade for my spoiled little princess pain in the ass." He pinches your ass, cleaning you up with the shirt he was wearing from before, pressing the warm sock full of rice to your inner thigh, his hand only leaving briefly to crack open the powerade.
"Drink up, Beautiful. It should help."
𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆: God it's easy to love Bruce but nights like this sucked where he was all whiny and needy but he didn't have much energy so he had you do most of the work which normally would've been fine but you'd been busting your ass for your boss aka the man below you, whom you were using like a pogo stick.
"Ah! Fuck!" Your hand moved to grip the headboard as your left thigh just cramped all up in the inside, a whimper left your lips and his large hands found your hips to help hold you up a bit. You're in pain and so is he so neither of you would be much help to each other, but you'd try.
"B, can you help me?" You ask as you try to roll off him, he helps you with a little issue but neither of you want to clean up the mess between your thighs. A groan leaves your lips, wanting to try everything to fix it but right now all you really wanna do is lay here.
Bruce's hands grip the blanket and pull it over you both before texting Alfred that he needs, three things, water, pain medication, and bananas. Alfred of course would know what you both had done or were trying to do, I suppose but he'd seen Bruce in almost every way possible so he'd just act like it was every other day.
As Alfred got there he placed the tray of items onto the side table and quickly left without a "hi," "hello," or "good bye." No need to make the moment even more awkward. Bruce sits up a tiny bit, twisting the waterbottle open for you, bringing the ibuprofen to your lips allowing you to drink before bringing it to his own, knocking back a few pain meds of his own.
"Bon Appétit." He jokes slightly, peeling a banana for you both, allowing you both to enjoy the fruit that will hopefully help you both a bit in one way or another. He needed energy, and you needed help with these cramps, a win win for you both. It might not have been a lustful night of pleasure but it is a lovely silent experience between two lovers who want nothing more than to take care of eachother even if it isn't sexual or sexy at all for either of you.
𝑻𝒊𝒎 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆: Tim heard the small change in your tone, the way it no longer sounded like you were entirely enjoying this anymore. His blue eyes found yours in an instant, seeing how they're glossing over with a sheen of discomfort, how hard you're trying to pretend you aren't in pain and he slows down to a stop.
"Hey, Hey. What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" He's practically stumbling over one question to ask the next, he's clearly so worried about you, the last thing he'd want is to make you hurt.
"My hips, they're locked up. I didn't wanna say anything." Your voice sounds strained as you try to ignore the pain in your hips and lower back, trying to stretch them out a bit.
Tim jumps off you quickly without any words, rushing off to get your heating pad and some ibuprofen. "Wait, Wait...You wanna take a bath, Pumpkin?" All it takes is a slight nod and he's gently picking you up like you weigh literally nothing, taking you to the bathroom, setting you down on the side of the tub as he starts up the water.
Normally when his muscles were shot he only used epsom salt or an ice bath but this isn't for him, it's for you. He grabs the epsom salt and a blueberry bathbomb, putting them both in the water using his hand to mix it up. Tim gently guides you into the tub, getting in behind you.
"You know you never have to hide anything like that from me, ever. Okay? Ever." He kisses your shoulder as his hands move down to your hips, the pads of his fingers pushing down moving in deep circles. The combination of the epsom salt, his hands, and the sweet smell of blueberry help to relax you in no time.
𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆: Damian almost never let you on top, you had been so ecstatic, but the position of it all after so long had caused you to stop completely due to the cramps that all seemed to simultaneously come out of nowhere. He huffed a little but his demeanor softened as soon as he processes it all, how sudden it was, cramps.
"Shit, Dami. I- Everything's all locked up, I-" You wince as you try to move off him, towards him, just any way in general seems impossible without causing even more pain.
"Hey, don't try to rush, My Love." He gently grips your hips to keep you steady and still, his green eyes letting the lust wash away and fill with the need to comfort you.
"Yeah, but you're still literally inside me and we didn't even get to finish."
"It's fine. Stop. Look at me. In my eyes...Breathe." He gently brushes his fingers through your hair before tipping your head back with the gentle grip of your chin.
"Match my breathing." Damian says as your eyes find his, leaving no space for disobedience. You close your eyes, inhaling when hr does, exhaling, and starting it all over again. "Good girl."
Damian's hands find your lower back and start there, just gently moving his fingers deep into the muscles there. He feels the tension leaving your body, grabbing a bit of lotion from his side table smearing it across the skin back there. His eyes flit from your shoulders to your eyes to your lips with military precision, he's checking every bit of you to make sure you're okay.
"Just relax." His hands move softly to your shoulders as he slowly flips you over, pulling out of you slowly to not cause any further discomfort. Damian was always so good at already having the things you needed for after, the man's prepared to say the least. He wipes between your thighs, careful not to put anymore tension on the tight muscles. He grabs the heated pack that he got in some supposed to be NSFW pack a while back that you use more for period pains than either of you actually use it for sex.
"Just relax. I should've planted my feet up on the bed, it would've helped. It's just as much my fault." He knows you're already gonna start blaming yourself as soon as your brain gets off the pain so he wants to get ahead of it and he is being truthful, he should've done that instead of being "a lazy man." "I love you, Beautiful. Let's just get some rest." He pulls his boxers on and climbs in behind you his knuckles pressing into your sore spots, pulling up the blankets to your shoulders.
Idk why but I can't picture Kento Nanami wanting the whiny sugar baby stereotype so many people think he would. He seemed so annoyed with Yugi so quick I think he'd be just as quickly annoyed with the "sugarbaby" type whining.
Jason Peter Todd aka Red Hood would NOT listen to Taylor Swift.
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Voting ended onMay 21
(i don't think he would listen to her at all but ik some of y'all think so and idk why, if you want to enlighten me, pls do but it's unlikely that i'll change my mind)
Would you do down to write a spicy batboys x inexperienced reader? I'm in love with all of them because I'm greedy.
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 (𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏)
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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Semi-Spice, Fluff
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌: His mouth fell open like you'd set off an atomic bomb, blinking several times, it's almost comical. "No, we aren't doing that, you haven't even done normal shit. We aren't going from zero to a hundred. That's how people get hurt, Honey."
"I know but I want to, Dick." You're whining with sweet little eyes, hoping it wears him down, but it doesn't.
"No, we aren't just gonna start with anal, that's like giving a vodka redbull to a toddler and hoping it can handle it." Dick immediately refuses, the whining not working on him this time, he wants you safe regardless no matter how bad you want this. "Pick something else."
"But I wanna-"
"Nope. Pick. Something. Else." His blue eyes are like stone, an immovable force, the answer is no and it's final.
"Cowgirl?"
"Okay, yeah. That I can get behind, that's much much better." The tension in his shoulder relaxes by miles as he walks over to you and pulls you closer by the hoodie wrapped around your waist, his eyes filled with content and lust.
"Jesus Christ, is there any way I can unhear that whole conversation?" Jason says as he enters the training room where both of you are, an even brighter blush comes to your face, as if that's possible, prompting you to quickly make your exit.
A few hours later you're cooking dinner and you feel arms wrap around you and lips find your neck. "Dinner can wait, take two ibuprofen and come to the room. Meet me there."
You quickly grabbed some ibuprofen and a water, swallowing them quickly then going to Dick's bedroom. A bright blush finds your cheeks as your eyes find him, naked as the day he was born with his arms behind his head. "Come on, Beautiful. You wanted to ride me, come try...I dare ya."
He's got feather silk pillows on either side of him for your knees, no wonder he asked you to take the ibuprofen. You blush even brighter and approach him slowly, slipping your robe off to his suprise there"s nothing under it, climbing on top of him with a kiss. Dick plants his feet on the bed so he can help you when you need, not just lie there like a loser, the pillows are slick enough so it's so much easier when you ride him.
"You're gonna be perfect no matter what, Sweet Girl. Just go slow with it, okay? Give yourself time to adjust." He grabs your hands and helps guides you down as he slots himself inside you, his eyes finding yours as he watches you. "You okay, Baby?"
"Y- Yeah, Fuck...Yeah, Yes. I'm good, It's just new."
"Don't rush and if you need a break let me know and I'll help you out." His hand cups your cheek, watching your eyes to make sure you are still okay.
𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏: "Hey, it's alright. Relax, Baby." Jason rubbed your thighs as you lay on the bed in your panties and one of his shirts. He really just wants to ease you into this whole sex thing, he knows how in your head you can get, and figured going down on you would be a lot less high stakes for you starting out. His green eyes glistened as he gives you a few seconds to calm down.
"What if I- What if you don't like-" You voice stammers as your body heats up half in pure heavy anxiety and embarrassment, the other in pure trust and need. Jason interrupts you with a kiss over your thinly covered heat.
"Babygirl, I'd eat you for every meal if it had enough sustenance to keep me goin'. Hell, I might anyways juat for the hell of it. So quit worrying and hold onto my hair if you need." He says as his eyes flicker back up to your face to make sure you're ready for this and only continues once you nod.
"Good girl, now relax. It's alright, I promise...Lip your hips for me, Babygirl." His fingers hooking into those cute little panties of yours. Normally, he'd be so extra by pulling them down with his teeth and so rough leaving bites and hickies on thighs but this wasn't some fling girl he brought home, this is you, his sweet inexperienced angel.
"Relax, Baby. You're so tense, it's alright. You're with me." He slips the panties off and drops them onto the floor, leaving little kisses up your thighs making sure to hold them open so he has space to work.
"J- J- I don't want you to feel like you have to do this just so I can get comfortable with th-" A soft moan leaves your lips as he licks over your slit, taking the words and worry right out of your mouth.
"Mmmm, if that isn't what I love to hear." Jason smirks and buries his face inbetween your thighs, gently guiding them onto his shoulders just to give you a taste of what you've been missing.
𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏: "You don't have to do this, Beloved. You know I'd never force you to do anything you don't want to do." He says as he looks at you with those emerald eyes of his. He's worried for you, even if he'd never say it.
"Dami...please, I want to do this." You whine as you tie your hair up from between his thighs where you kneel on the floor, this is all you've thought about all day. Blame ovulation or whatever I guess? You just wanna see him come undone even if this is your first time doing this.
"Okay. Okay...If this is what you want." He speaks softly as if the idea of this isn't making him rock hard. "I'll guide you, okay? You have to listen, promise me you'll listen."
"Yeah, of course. I promise." Extremely eager to do this which makes Damian blush even though neither of you would be willing to bring it up. He slips off his sweatpants that he was wearing no boxers under cause he's spent all night in that tight and sweaty Robin suit and so when he got home he showered and slipped only these on.
Your eyes widen as you see him in full, he's not massive to the point it would hurt but he's definitely nowhere near small. Damian feels the sudden wave of worry roll off of you and he runs his hand over your throat and tilts your chin back, looking down at you with those eyes. Those eyes how to describe the look on his face so calm and comforting but so lined with lust and sin that maybe you could see why Persephone took the pomegranate seeds.
"Look at me, My Love. You only take what you can, okay? Don't rush. Use your hand first but when you get there, curl your bottom lip slightly to help keep your teeth off me, and hollow your cheeks when you need to..." He massages the back of your neck with his hand as he continues to speak. "But most importantly, relax. If you can't right now or you change your mind I won't be mad. I could never be mad at you, you understand?"
You nod your head, even as anxious as you are right now; part in the need to get your hands on him but also hoping that you don't let him down. Damian tugs your hair softly to get him back to you, to get you to look up at him.
"No, I need to hear you say it. Tell me you understand."
"I understand, Dami. No matter what you're not disappointed. Curl my lips, I got it, I'm just nervous."
"It's okay...now go ahead." He's true in what he says, he won't be disappointed regardless and he'll guide you every step of the way. He's proud you even want to try considering you two hadn't done much except for the occasional makeout session that went more than just a makeout. Damian's proud of you wanting to make him happy, his beloved girl.
You lips wrap around him as much as you can, his fingers finding your hair just to gently help guide you. Damian's so careful to make sure you don't get too eager and take more than you can handle right now. "Don't rush, be paitent."
I have a loustat x reader suggestion. Where the readers ex who had been abusive towards her is in town and has been going out of their way to bother her multiple times. Maybe Louis and Lestat knew about the abuse before or they’re just finding out now. Which ever you like 💕💕💕(Thank you for writing them cause I literally can’t find much for them. Also you do a bang up job.)
𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔
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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: fluff, angst, violence, mentions of violence towards reader
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: your abusive ex is in town and Lestat and Louis get rid of him
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
Lestat guessed you might have had a horrible horrible time with relationships before him and Louis, you'd always flinched a lot when they'd move their hands too quickly, or when they started shouting you'd immediately find somewhere to hide. The skiddish nature of you did help encourage them to handle situations more maturely, less brash, and significantly less yelling, just for your sake.
Surprisingly, Lestat noticed it before Louis, your randomly skittish nature this week. You'd accidentally seen one of your ex boyfriends in one of the shops with Lestat and of course, it's normal for humans to get scared, yes but you're overly scared as if the boogeyman was right on your doorstep doing a jig or something. (Yes, that's a Sinners reference.)
Your ex had made sure to bother you regularly this week, he'd gone to the pub you stop at to get whatever alcohol of choice that either Louis or Lestat are fancying, just watching you. He'd stopped you at the little market down the way that sold Lestat's cigarettes, you weren't doing anything but the weekly shopping that you told your lovers you could handle alone and for the most part, you did but they both noticed how you were now favoring your wrist a bit and didn't want to go out much more this week without one of them by your side.
As the weekend came, the three of you had gone to a party and as soon as you saw him again, your hands began to sweat in Louis and the both of them could tell something more had happened between you and this man, quite possibly why your wrists were so tender. Your heart pounded and the room started to spin a little making you need to take a moment.
Silently Louis looked over at Lestat but both of them were caught by the man's thoughts, the vile and aggressive tone in which he directed them at you. "Fucking bitch, I should've killed her when I had the chance...she doesn't deserve to be here. Who are the men she's with? They look easy to pick off, just like her. I just need one moment with her alone and I can do whatever I please and I'll get away with it since the sheriff owes me big time."
Louis guided you away, wrapping his arms around you to help comfort you not draw attention to your discomfort. He pulled you forward to stand on his feet, guiding your arms around his neck, and pulled you as close as he possibly could as he slowly stepped for you. The scene was nothing out of the ordinary next to the other couple dancing in a similar fashion.
Lestat on the other hand spoke softly into the man's ear, wrapping an arm around him as if he knew him but clearly didn't, swiftly cutting the man so he could not scream. The man's hand flies up to his neck, Lestat ushering him out of the room to play with him, to watch every little bit of pain move across his features, to revel in it all.
This man had caused you serious pain and scared you so deeply, Lestat and Louis had both seen it in his mind, little pictures flashing in their mind of you bruised and beaten, him screaming at you, him holding you down, each of these the man associated with pleasure, each memory making Lestat cut him slower and more brutally.
Louis knows exactly what's going on in the other room but he doesn't even remotely make it known as his eyes find yours and his lip quirks up to give you a soft smile. "You look tense, cherie. Relax, we're supposed to be having fun."
Louis could see the man's pain and for once he also enjoyed it, this man was scum in general but even more so since he hurt his woman. He understands now how killing could be so easy, all he had to do was think of you in the place of any helpless woman hurt in a man's thoughts, his grip tightened on you but quickly loosened as your hand found his face.
"Où as-tu la tête, Mon Amour?" (Where's your head, My Love?) You say as you look into those beautiful green eyes of his, always so attentive to his and Lestat's feelings sometimes knowing way before they do.
"Thinking how horrible life would be if Les and I hadn't met you." His nose pressed to the side of yours, breathing you in before his lips find yours as you both still sway to the music.
Flashes of the man's agony appeared again to Louis but he just smiled and kissed you more deeply, finding solace in your safety and Lestat's pursuit of it.
Before he knows it Lestat is back, in different clothes his mind swimming with content. He'd drug the man to the attic of your shared home, where he and hopefully Louis would join him to drain his body tonight and incinerate him.
"You changed." You noticed rather quickly as Lestat approached you both, Louis's grip softening even more as he realized the man might as well be gone.
"My, my, our woman has a keen eye, Mon Cher. My outfit was far too formal for this evening it seems." Lestat smiled at you but his eyes glanced to Louis as a way of telling him "it's done, you don't have to worry."
"It would seem so, I was hoping you wouldn't realize I was completely stalling for him." Louis smile brightened even more in the presence of Lestat but also in knowing their little human is safe.
"Well if it's all the same to you, I would be delighted to dance with you." Lestat softly asked as he reached his hand out to you, pulling you towards him. In a way it was good to dance with Lestat, he didn't complain too much when you stepped on his feet while learning to dance but on the same note he'd never let you stand on them the way Louis does but alas you all enjoyed a wonderful evening without any worry from the man you once feared.
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts
𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔: "If I didn't know any better I'd say I'd died and gone to heaven." Raylan smirks as he opens his eyes watching you get dressed for work the way he does every morning. His back looks like a mountain lion got ahold of him and you might as well be a leopard with all the stripes on your body. Raylan savored every moment, every curve and crevice in his eyes; you might as well be one of those Greek statues, hand carved of marble and stone.
A blush filled your face, as much as it feels so good to hear him say that it always feels so unreal "The Raylan Givens" the one all the girls secretly fawned over in school, the one man "who would never want you" is the man now laying in your bed practically drooling over you.
The sheet pools around his waist as he sits up and pulls you to him, his hands moving across a few of the bruises and hickies he left along your skin last night. "...but if I am in Heaven then God's most definitely a woman."
"If I wasn't mistaken Raylan Givens, I'd say you sound very whipped right about now." The words coming out before you had a chance to stop them, having no idea where that confidence came from but Raylan's smirk grew wider, it's nice to see how your egos growing a bit in the best way possible.
"Maybe just a little." He smirks with that smile that could bring even the stringest woman to her knees, pulling you down to him, his lips finding yours as his hands ran along your curves, grabbing a handful of your breasts as he does so before backing away with an even wider smile. "We should get ready for work, I suppose...but you'd best bet I want round two tonight. No holding back on me this time, Beautiful."
𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓: After Boyd's cousin Johnny was "let go" from the bar, Boyd needed a new bartender or barmaid and in desperate need of a job you had seen the ad on a board in the middle of the corkboard in a local shop, that's where you've worked for the last few years. Boyd's taken good care of you, good pay, protection, and hell itself might as well be unleashed if someone thinks of hurting you physically, or even just a few rude words.
"I'm gon' need a damn space suit just for that ass, Little Lady." Dewey Crowe, one of Boyd's men attempted to flirt with you. He's done this every time he comes in and every time Boyd tells him not to but Boyd's patience had all but vanished, shooting Dewey in the ass. "Devil, please take this asshole to the damn hospital."
"What the hell you shoot me for?!" Dewey held his ass where the bullet went through his buttcheek.
"She's told you, I've told you even the Devil's told you to leave her alone but every time you come in here you bother her, commenting in ways she's asked you not to."
"But- But- But- Boyd, you do it all the time!" Dewey shouts as Devil starts to drag him out of the bar, blood staining the floor leaving a path behind.
"Because not only does she like me, I pay her well and don't steal money from her damn tip jar like you do, Dewey." Boyd's jaw clenched tightly with annoyance as everything Dewey's done is just boiling under the surface, his dark eyes narrowed as he took a slight breath of relief as Devil got him out of the bar.
"He's a goddamn moron. Thank you, Boyd. I've asked him more times than I can care to remember." Your voice sounded behind Boyd and his shoulders relaxed just a little more as your voice washed over him.
"No thanks necessary, Ma'am." Boyd smirks and teases as his eyes took in every inch of you as you made him a drink.
"Well, ulike my opinion on him, I hope you have a space suit and a bit of free time." You said in a sultry sweet voice as you slide his drink over to him slightly making fun of Dewey's comments, kissing Boyd's cheek with a knowing look that you like him and he likes you.
𝑻𝒊𝒎 𝑮𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏: You had been so excited to get the dresses you ordered online, you'd checked the reviews, you'd checked your measurements on the websites and everything seemed absolutely perfect until you went to try them on. Tim was sitting on the bed like you asked, waiting for you to do your little fashion show for him to show him the dress you just absolutely needed but this one wouldn't zip and it's tighter on your hips and chest than they're supposed to be and the other is the same size but too big.
"They- What? I-" You walked over to the bed checking the sizing they sent you and it was indeed the size you bought.
"This is fucking bullshit. I ordered the right size according to their measurements. How could this have happened?" Your voice sounding so defeated and upset, you planned on going to a wedding this weekend with Tim and now you'd have nothing to wear.
"We'll, You are a whole hell of lot of woman." Tim bites his lip and laughs a bit which instantly makes you feel awful thinking he's laughing at you due to your past with others and the comments they've made, but he quickly realizes his mistake and that you don't have the whole picture the way he does. He gets up off the bed grabbing a large box out of the closet. "After you told me how bullshit the sizing is for women and you seemed so excited about those dressed I ordered a size down and a size up in all those dresses, just in case. I wanted you to have options. Also, I got myself some stuff so we can match cause I gotta admit it's just a little adorable. (His real reason being to keep other men away from you, you're his lady not some other man's to oogle.) Anything we don't want or need we send back and we get our money back so if you don't mind... Now go on, I was enjoying the show that you were giving me, Beautiful." Tim smacks your ass and sits back down on the bed, crossing his ankles and runs his hands through his hair watching you try on every piece in front of him. You'd definitely don't get very far before he pounces on you.
𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍: The smell of chicken and sauteed green beans wafts through the kitchen as you cook dinner, whistling softly to some music on your phone none the wiser to Clement who just got home.
He nearly moans to himself as he finds himself watching you, the sight of your curves, or "more cushion for the pushin" as he puts it just makes him instantly so horny. He hums to the music but not loud enough for you to hear yet, grabbing the dish towel, wrapping it up just to smack you in the ass. "I know there's plenty of ya to go around, Darlin but God and the Devil alike know I'm such a greedy man."
A yelp comes out of your mouth, a blush fills your cheeks which turns just even brighter as he reaches for to massage the sting he just left, groaning into your ear as he leaves small kisses against your throat before nipping at your ear, licking it greedily.
"Clem, I'm making dinner." A soft moan leaves your lips as you hold the spatula in your hand moving the green beans around in the pan, trying not to get distracted.
"You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you after dinner, Girl. Looking like the whole damn bakery in that ass alone... and you know I love carbs." He groans in your ear, kneading at the rolls you have there on your sides, something you hated when you first got together but with the way he praises you and your body, it's like he rewired something in your brain into loving itself.
"Something about you...like Cloud Nine, Sugar." He groans into your ear before pulling back to get a beer from the fridge. "Don't burn my damn food." Teasing as he notices how distracted you seem to be from making food for both of you, sitting down with his feet resting on the side of the table.
as a writer who's been posting here for a couple of years, i’ve been noticing this for a long time, but right now i’m talking about the pitt fandom.
every time you write fanfic for pitt's male characters, you do not need to tag absolutely every female character, especially those who aren't there.
today i was looking through the latest updates with garcia and came across a work that only featured dennis and under the post there were tags for all the characters. you don't need to do this.
i understand that everyone wants as many views and likes on their posts as possible, but you're really making life difficult for those who just want to read female character x reader. the same goes for the tags platonic!female characters x reader. you can put this in the header of your work, but not in the hashtags.
when people search for female character x reader, trust me, they don't want to see jack abbott as a love interest and three lines from the female character they were originally looking for. you are showing great disrespect to your readers by making them waste their time. thank for attention.
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